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lets^ eggs^ and the apples of an immense size. 

 On a plain beyond this elevation we came to a 

 clean whitewashed inn, where we stopped to 

 give the horses water, and just before dark we 

 entered a farm-yard to change horses, and leave 

 the tired ones behind. After a hard gallop for 

 several leagues we were obliged, as the night 

 closed upon us, to proceed more cautiously, 

 groping our way in the pitch dark down a deep 

 descent into the town of Valparaiso. 



Here we put up at a tolerable inn kept by a 

 Frenchman, which we reached at ten o^clock at 

 night, having ridden ninety-five miles from 

 Santiago. This, however, is nothing to the 

 expedition of my North American friend, at 

 Buenos Ayres, who would have ridden back to 

 Santiago to sleep, within the same number of 

 hours. 



