Chile and Her People of To-day: An Account of the Customs, Characteristics, Amusements, History and Advancement of the Chileans, and the Development and Resources of Their CountryWinter, Nevin O. (Nevin Otto)
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Chile and Her People of To-day: An Account of the Customs, Characteristics, Amusements, History and Advancement of the Chileans, and the Development and Resources of Their Country
Winter, Nevin O. (Nevin Otto)
Chile; National characteristics, Chilean
The distances, as in almost all mountain climbing, are very deceiving,
and what oftentimes seems to be but the work of an hour may require many
hours to accomplish. Terrific wind storms at times spring up, against
which it is almost impossible for a man to stand, and this also adds to
the dangers because of rocks which are sometimes hurled down the mountain
sides. As the altitude increases the rarity of the atmosphere and the
consequently intense cold render progress almost painful. It is necessary
for the mountain climber to stop every few minutes to rest, as the cold
and the wind and rare atmosphere all combine to exhaust the vitality.
Three times Mr. Fitzgerald’s party attempted the ascent of Tupungato,
and as many times were they compelled to abandon it. Bleeding at the
nose, frozen extremities and weakness of the heart attacked the various
members of the party, and compelled them to descend to lower altitudes.
A fourth attempt, however, was more successful. Each failure had taught
something, so that each effort was made under slightly better conditions
and with better equipment.
Here is the description by Mr. Vines, as it appears in “The Highest
Andes:” “I was on the summit of Tupungato at last, and all my efforts and
disappointments were more than repaid. I stood on a great mound in shape
like a pyramid, with a blunted top some two yards wide rising several
hundred feet above the general surface of the dome. In the whole expanse
of sky around over ocean and land I could not discern a single cloud.
Only in the direction of the Pacific a haze hung over the mountains. In
the brilliant air the spectacle that lay before us was one of vast extent
and grandeur. Range upon range of mountains stretched away towards the
great plain of Santiago, forty miles to the west. Far away, beyond the
hills that almost seemed to lie at our feet, stretched the great waters
of the Pacific, a tract of blue ocean sparkling to the horizon, and
clearly visible, although the distance from Tupungato to the seacoast is
not less than one hundred and thirty miles.
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