Situated at the north of the province of Catamarca, this country,
crossed by a branch of the Andes, enjoys a climate temperate in summer,
and scarcely cold in winter; a great part of this territory is composed
of immense plateaux or llanos, covered with luxuriant vegetation,
intersected by numerous streams and considerable rivers, which, not
finding any outlet by reason of the want of undulation in the ground,
form numerous lakes, without any tide.
It is at the present time one of the most vast, the most thickly
populated, and the richest of the Buenos Airean confederation.
From the spot where the travellers had stopped they enjoyed an
enchanting view, and saw spread out before them a most charming
landscape. At their feet a large and deep river wound like a silver
ribbon through the plains, covered with high grass of an emerald green,
in the midst of which bounded every moment stags and sheep, playing
in troops; wild bulls raised their large heads, armed with formidable
horns, and casting about them half timid looks; flights of pigeons and
partridges were wheeling in every direction, uttering their sharp or
gentle notes, whilst magnificent black swans were playing on the river,
and allowed themselves to be carelessly carried along by the current,
defiling before the herons that were occupied in searching for fish in
the river. Immense forests spread on the background of the landscape,
and rose step by step on the far-off slopes of the Cordilleras, whose
rugged summits, covered with eternal snow, were mingled with the clouds.
The sun spread profusely its dazzling rays over this primitive scene,
and caused the incessantly moistened sand of the shores of the river to
sparkle like millions of diamonds.
A profound calm reigned in this desert, so full of animal life,
nevertheless, and from the bosom of which rose like a solemn hymn the
songs of the innumerable birds perched under the foliage.
Before proceeding farther, and reporting the conversation of our
travellers, we will make the reader more intimately acquainted with
them, by sketching their portraits in a few lines.
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