The Purple Land: Being the Narrative of One Richard Lamb's Adventures in The Banda Orientál, in South America, as Told By HimselfHudson, W. H. (William Henry)
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The Purple Land: Being the Narrative of One Richard Lamb's Adventures in The Banda Orientál, in South America, as Told By Himself
Hudson, W. H. (William Henry)
Adventure stories; British -- Uruguay -- Fiction; Uruguay -- Fiction
aspire to live under that 'British Protection' of which Achmuty preached
so loudly at the gates of yon capital, transport themselves to those
lonely antarctic islands to listen to the thunder of the waves on the
grey shores and shiver in the bleak winds that blow from the frozen
south!”
After delivering this comminatory address I felt greatly relieved, and
went home in a cheerful frame of mind to supper, which consisted that
evening of mutton scrag, boiled with pumpkin, sweet potatoes, and milky
maize--not at all a bad dish for a hungry man.
CHAPTER II
Several days passed, and my second pair of boots had been twice resoled
before Doña Isidora's schemes for advancing my fortunes began to take
form. Perhaps she was beginning to think us a burden on her somewhat
niggardly establishment; anyway, hearing that my preference was for
a country life, she gave me a letter containing half a dozen lines of
commendation addressed to the Mayordomo of a distant cattle-breeding
establishment, asking him to serve the writer by giving her _nephew_--as
she called me--employment of some kind on the _estancia_. Probably she
knew that this letter would really lead to nothing, and gave it merely
to get me away into the interior of the country, so as to keep Paquíta
for an indefinite time to herself, for she had become extremely attached
to her beautiful niece. The _estancia_ was on the borders of the
Paysandù department, and not less than two hundred miles from
Montevideo. It was a long journey, and I was advised not to attempt it
without a _tropilla_, or troop of horses. But when a native tells you
that you cannot travel two hundred miles without a dozen horses, he only
means that you cannot do the distance in two days; for it is hard for
him to believe that one may be satisfied with less than one hundred
miles a day. I travelled on one horse, and it therefore took me several
days to accomplish my journey. Before I reached my destination, called
Estancia de la Virgin de los Desamparados, I met with some adventures
worth relating, and began to feel as much at home with the _Orientáles_
as I had long been with the _Argentinos_.
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