The daily labour of the whole party was measuring the length of this
plain in a horizontal direction, while the inequalities of the ground
were at the same time corrected by means of a level. They commenced
their task early in the morning, and, unless when interrupted by bad
weather, or the too intense heat of the sun at noon, continued actively
employed until the evening. The plain of Cazambe had first been made
choice of; but after a short trial, during which M. Couplet, one of the
French academicians, died suddenly, this position was abandoned. It was
now determined, therefore, to continue the series of triangles to the
south of Quito, and the whole company dividing itself into two parties,
the one to which Don George Juan was attached proceeded to the mountain
of Pambamarca, while Ulloa, La Condamine, and Bouguer climbed up to the
highest summit of Pichincha. “Our first scheme,” says Ulloa, “for
shelter and lodging in these uncomfortable regions, was to pitch a
field-tent for each company; but on Pichincha this could not be done,
from the narrowness of the summit, and we were obliged to be contented
with a hut, so small that we could hardly all creep into it. Nor will
this appear strange if the reader considers the bad disposition and
smallness of the place, it being one of the loftiest crags of a rocky
mountain, one hundred toises above the highest part of the desert of
Pichincha. Such was the situation of our mansion, which, like all the
other adjacent parts, soon became covered with ice and snow. The ascent
up this stupendous rock, from the base, or the place where the mules
could come to our habitation, was so craggy as only to be climbed on
foot, and to perform it cost us four hours’ continual labour and pain,
from the violent efforts of the body, and the subtilty of the air—the
latter being such as to render respiration difficult. It was my
misfortune, when I climbed something above half-way, to be so overcome
that I fell down, and remained a long time without sense or motion, and,
I was told, with all the appearances of death in my face. Nor was I able
to proceed after coming to myself, but was obliged to return to the foot
of the rock, where our servants and instruments remained. The next day I
renewed the attempt of climbing the rock, though probably I should have
had no better success than before, had not some Indians assisted me in
the most steep and difficult places.”
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