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
We travelled this day pretty smartly, having rested at noon about two
hours, as before, and, by my calculation, went about twenty-two English
miles in all. About five o'clock in the afternoon, we came into a broad,
plain open place, where, though it was not properly a valley, yet we
found it lay very level for a good way together, our way lying almost
east-south-east. After we had marched so about two miles, I found the
way go evidently down hill, and, in half a mile more, to our singular
satisfaction we found the water from the mountains ran plainly
eastward, and, consequently, to the North Sea.
We saw at a distance several huts or houses of the mountaineer
inhabitants, but went near none of them, but kept on our way, going down
two or three pretty steep places, not at all dangerous, though something
difficult.
We encamped again the next night as before, and still our good caterer
had plenty of food for us; but I observed that the next morning, when we
set forward, our tents were left standing, the baggage mules tied
together to graze, and our company lessened by all my patron's servants,
which, when I inquired about, he told me he hoped we should have good
quarters quickly without them.
I did not understand him for the present, but it unriddled itself soon
after; for, though we travelled four days more in that narrow way, yet
he always found us lodging at the cottages of the mountaineers.
The sixth day we went all day up hill; at last, on a sudden, the way
turned short east, and opened into a vast wide country, boundless to the
eye every way, and delivered us entirely from the mountains of the
Andes, in which we had wandered so long.
Any one may guess what an agreeable surprise this was to us, to whom it
was the main end of our travels. We made no question that this was the
open country extending to the North, or Atlantic Ocean; but how far it
was thither, or what inhabitants it was possessed by, what travelling,
what provisions to be found by the way, what rivers to pass, and whether
any navigable or not, this our patron himself could not tell us one word
of, owning frankly to us, that he had never been one step farther than
the place where we then stood, and that he had been there only once, to
satisfy his curiosity, as I did now.
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