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been ill for several days, was now unable to stand, 
and excessively bloated. ... 
We took it on shore where we made our break- 
fast this morning, and, as it was evidently in a 
dying state, before we re-embarked its master put 
an end to its sufferings by a couple of pistol-shots. 
Thus our two handsome dogs, on whose services as 
sentinels we had so much calculated, had been left 
as food for beasts and birds of prey — my poor 
Sultan " in the forests of the Huallaga, and Don 
Victoriano's " Muchacho " in those of the Pastasa ! 
At sunset we reached the ancient pueblo of 
Santander on the left shore. Standing on a steep 
bank of red earth, it reminds me, by its position, 
of Barraroa on the river Negro. I invited our 
Indians to go there to sleep, but they shook their 
heads and could not even be induced to take that 
side of the river. There are still two large houses 
standing — possibly church and convent. 
[During the next fortnight the journey was 
wearisome and monotonous, with almost continuous 
rains, rarely any dry land to sleep on, and not a 
single village or settlement of any kind. The only 
break to the monotony of the succeeding days was 
an occasional success in procuring game, such as 
curassows or wild ducks, once an armadillo, and 
once by great good fortune a tapir. Only once they 
met a solitary canoe with a young Indian man and 
woman who said they came from Andoas. On 
reaching that place they learnt that the man was 
the son of the chief, and that he was running away 
with the girl to somewhere on the Maranon. 
On the evening of the 25th, to their great 
delight, they saw a fire on shore, and found a small 
