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
My situation was now in the highest degree embarrassing and painful.
I was at least three hundred miles from Potosi, and excepting a small
piece of gold, and a few dollars in silver, which I happened to have in
my pocket, in all amounting to about seven dollars, I was absolutely
destitute of money. I was in the midst of strangers, and had no means
of obtaining credit, by which I might repair my losses. I spent two
or three days in walking up and down the river, which had swept away
our horses and baggage; but the torrent continued to increase, rather
than subside, and had now the aspect of a permanent river. Not the
slightest hope was therefore presented of retrieving our fortunes. No
other alternative was offered but to make our way to Potosi on foot.
No sooner was my resolution taken than I departed, still accompanied
by Balbo, my Indian guide. When I was once again in action, my spirits
rose, and with a cheerful heart I pursued my way over the rugged
country that lay before me. For several days, the tall pyramidal top of
the smoking volcano was in view, and indeed, as we proceeded, it seemed
to lift its head above the surrounding mountains as if to watch us, or
to keep us company. It was not till we had travelled a distance of more
than forty miles, that it began to dwindle in the distance, and sink
down amid the mountain peaks that encircled it.
It was a beautiful season, and on every side, there were objects to
attract my attention. The strange but gorgeous flowers that were
scattered in profusion on every hand; the gaudy birds; the contrast
between the mountain scenery on one side, and the waving plain,
marked with cultivation, on the other, afforded constant topics for
observation and reflection. No very remarkable incidents occurred, yet
there were passages in our journey which were by no means devoid of
interest. We met with no towns, and few villages.
The Indians constituted the chief inhabitants upon the route. These
were marked with a peculiar character of gentleness, and their
hospitality was unbounded. They allowed us freely to share in
whatever food they possessed, and would seldom accept of payment.
Their houses were of the simplest materials, consisting of poles set
upright in the ground, the sides and roof being firmly thatched with
palm leaves. Their furniture was rude and scanty. They seemed to sail
down the stream of life, resigning themselves with easy indolence to
its current. They had most of them some cattle, and milk furnished a
leading article of their food.
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