Robert Merry's Museum, Vol. VIII, July to December, 1844Various
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Robert Merry's Museum, Vol. VIII, July to December, 1844
Various
Children's literature -- Periodicals
It may well be believed that the business which brought me to this
place, engrossed my thoughts, and that immediately after my arrival,
I began to devote my attention to it. I delivered the letters of
introduction I had brought, and pursued my enquiries in relation to
my uncle, in the channels which had been pointed out. To my great
mortification, I soon found that he was not in Valparaiso.
The only clue I could obtain which seemed to offer the least chance
of his discovery, was that a man bearing the Spanish name of Signor
Morales, had come to this city some fifteen years before. He engaged
in commerce, and being a man of enterprise, was very successful, and
speedily amassed a large estate. Suddenly, and without any known cause,
he became poor, closed his business and lived a life of seclusion. At
last, he disappeared and no one seemed to know with certainty whither
he had gone.
I found various rumors respecting him. One person said he had gone to
the Island of Juan Fernandes, and now lived there alone as Alexander
Selkirk had done before him. I was told by another that he had become
a friar, and lived as a hermit near the foot of one of the snow-capped
mountains of the Andes. Another story was, that the mysterious merchant
had gone to Potosi, where he had purchased a silver mine and become
immensely rich.
Amid these various rumors, one thing only seemed to be clear, and this
was, that the individual to whom they related was in fact my uncle.
The description of his person, manners, and appearance was exact.
Everything else however was uncertain. It seemed probable, indeed, that
he had himself set afloat the contradictory rumors as to his residence,
with a view of concealing his real purpose.
I remained several months at Valparaiso, following out every suggestion
that seemed to offer a clue to the object of my search. At last there
seemed some reason to suppose that the story of my uncle’s being at
Potosi, was not altogether without foundation. Faint, indeed, was the
hope thus offered, but in the absence of every other, I determined to
visit that celebrated place. My guide across the Pampas had continued
with me and again setting out on horseback, we laid our course for
southern Peru, a country which is now known by the title of Bolivia.
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