A New Voyage Round the World by a Course Never Sailed BeforeDefoe, Daniel
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A New Voyage Round the World by a Course Never Sailed Before
Defoe, Daniel
Adventure stories; Voyages around the world -- Fiction
The entrance was agreeable enough, the passage being near half a mile
broad. On the left hand was a small river, whose channel was deep, but
the water shallow, there having been but little rain for some time; the
water ran very rapid, and, as my Spaniard told me, was sometimes
exceeding fierce. The entrance lay inclining a little south, and was so
straight, that we could see near a mile before us; but the prodigious
height of the hills on both sides, and before us, appearing one over
another, gave such a prospect of horror, that I confess it was frightful
at first to look on the stupendous altitude of the rocks; everything
above us looking one higher than another was amazing; and to see how in
some places they hung over the river, and over the passage, it created a
dread of being overwhelmed with them.
The rocks and precipices of the Andes, on our right hand, had here and
there vast cliffs and entrances, which looked as if they had been
different thoroughfares; but, when we came to look full into them, we
could see no passage at the farther end, and that they went off in
slopes, and with gulleys made by the water, which, in hasty rains, came
pouring down from the hills, and which, at a distance, made such noises
as it is impossible to conceive, unless by having seen and heard the
like before; for the water, falling from a height twenty times as high
as our own Monument, and, perhaps, much higher, and meeting in the
passage with many dashes and interruptions, it is impossible to describe
how the sound, crossing and interfering, mingled itself, and the several
noises sunk one into another, increasing the whole, as the many waters
joining increased the main stream.
We entered this passage about two miles the first night; after the first
length, which as I said, held about three quarters of a mile, we turned
away to the south, short on the right hand; the river leaving us, seemed
to come through a very narrow but deep hollow of the mountains, where
there was little more breadth at the bottom than the channel took up,
though the rocks inclined backward as they ascended, as placed in
several stages, though all horrid and irregular; and we could see
nothing but blackness and terror all the way. I was glad our passage did
not turn on that side, but wondered that we should leave the river, and
the more when I found, that in the way we went, having first mounted
gently a green pleasant slope, it declined again, and we saw a new
rivulet begin in the middle, and the water running south-east or
thereabouts. This discovery made me ask if the water went away into the
new world beyond the hills? My patron smiled, and said, No seignior, not
yet; we shall meet with the other river again very quickly; and so we
found it again the next morning.
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