The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 1, December, 1835 — John Shaqi
The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 1, December, 1835Various
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The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 1, December, 1835
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American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals
After a cup of chocolate at six o'clock the next morning, we went in
pursuit of game, and roamed through the hills and mountains which are
contiguous, meeting with very little success. At about twelve we
partook of our breakfast, which was brought to us more than two
leagues from the _hacienda_--after which we prosecuted our hunt. Our
sole reward was a heavy shower of rain--and between four and five we
returned to the _hacienda_, well wearied, having walked at least
twelve miles over steep mountains.
On the following day we set out with our mules, &c. to try our fortune
higher up the mountains, and after a ride of between three and four
hours, reached a herdsman's hut, where we were to lodge at night. We
were unsuccessful in finding game in the evening, and after a
laborious search for deer, sought our hut--a log building, about
fifteen feet square, in which twelve of us, men, women and children,
stowed ourselves. Annoyed by fleas, and almost frozen by the chill
mountain air, within two leagues of the snow-crowned _Iztaccihuatl_,
we passed a sleepless night.
Early next morning, whilst others of the party engaged in hunting for
deer, with two companions I ascended the highest peak of this range,
(except those covered with snow,) with great labor and fatigue; but we
were compensated amply by the grand view beneath and around us. The
adjoining peak to the south of us was the _Iztaccihuatl_, about a
league distant. We felt very sensibly the influence of its snow.
Beyond this, the _Popocatepetl_ raised its lofty cone, while far in
the southeast appeared _Orizaba_, around whose crest the clouds were
just then gathering. The plains of _Puebla_ and _Mexico_ are on
opposite sides of this seemingly interminable ridge on which we stood.
From the latter, the clouds, which we had been long admiring far
beneath us, hiding the world from our view, were gradually curling,
and disclosed the distant capital with its adjoining lakes and
isolated hills. The chilling wind drove us from our height, but in
descending we often rested to enjoy a scene which the eyes never tire
in beholding.
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