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bundles, and then hanging them up through the 
night to smoke along with our soaked garments. 
Monday was also happily a sunny day. The 
way was mostly along level ground, often through 
beds of tall prickly bamboos, and lodales (muddy 
places), the mud being, as might be supposed, con- 
genial to the bamboos, and often hiding fallen 
prickly branches of the latter which wounded our 
feet. I wore throughout the journey a pair of 
india-rubber shoes which I had fortunately bought 
off the feet of a wandering German I met in La 
Laguna. They were slippery in the descents, 
where I required to step cautiously in them, and 
they were easily pierced by thorns and stumps, but 
they were uninjured by mud and wet, and so long 
as I kept in movement my feet were never cold in 
them, even when they filled with water. In fording 
the streams I kept them on my feet ; on reaching 
the opposite bank I slipped them off and poured 
the water out, then in an instant slipped them on 
again and resumed my march without experiencing 
the least inconvenience. We had got off about 
seven, and it was near ten o'clock when we reached 
another Jibaro hut, and the last of the pueblo of 
Pindo. Here we rested awhile, and my Indians 
partook of chicha which was offered them. I con- 
sidered myself fortunate in buying a couple of 
fowls and the leg of a tapir. Shortly after we 
crossed the Pindo, a considerable stream with a 
broad white beach strewn with blocks and much 
resembling the Cumbasa below Tarapoto. This 
stream receives the Piiyu (which also we crossed 
this day, quite near the Jibaria), and the tw^o 
united are navigable for small canoes to the 
