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		<description><![CDATA[The zoology of Tierra del Fuego, as might have been expected
from the nature of its climate and vegetation, is very poor. Of
mammalia, besides whales and seals, there is one bat, a kind of
mouse (Reithrodon chinchilloides), two true mice, a ctenomys allied
to or identical with the tucutuco, two foxes (Canis Magellanicus
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='lastday'><p>The zoology of Tierra del Fuego, as might have been expected
from the nature of its climate and vegetation, is very poor. Of
mammalia, besides whales and seals, there is one bat, a kind of
mouse (<i lang="la">Reithrodon chinchilloides</i>), two true mice, a ctenomys allied
to or identical with the tucutuco, two foxes (<i lang="la">Canis Magellanicus</i>
and <i lang="la">C. Azar&aelig;</i>), a sea-otter, the guanaco, and a deer. Most of
these animals inhabit only the drier eastern parts of the country;
and the deer has never been seen south of the Strait of Magellan.
Observing the general correspondence of the cliffs of soft
sandstone, mud, and shingle, on the opposite sides of the Strait,
and on some intervening islands, one is strongly tempted to believe
that the land was once joined, and thus allowed animals so delicate
and helpless as the tucutuco and Reithrodon to pass over. The
correspondence of the cliffs is far from proving any junction;
because such cliffs generally are formed by the intersection of
sloping deposits, which, before the elevation of the land, had been
accumulated near the then existing shores. It is, however, a
remarkable coincidence, that in the two large islands cut off by
the Beagle Channel from the rest of Tierra del Fuego, one has
cliffs composed of matter that may be called stratified alluvium,
which front similar ones on the opposite side of the channel,&mdash;while the other is exclusively bordered by old
crystalline rocks; in the former, called Navarin Island, both foxes
and guanacos occur; but in the latter, Hoste Island, although
similar in every respect, and only separated by a channel a little
more than half a mile wide, I have the word of Jemmy Button for
saying that neither of these animals is found.</p>

</div><p>The gloomy woods are inhabited by few birds: occasionally the
plaintive note of a white-tufted tyrant-flycatcher (<i lang="la">Myiobius albiceps</i>) may be heard, concealed near the summit of the most lofty
trees; and more rarely the loud strange cry of a black woodpecker,
with a fine scarlet crest on its head. A little, dusky-coloured
wren (<i lang="la">Scytalopus Magellanicus</i>) hops in a skulking manner among the
entangled mass of the fallen and decaying trunks. But the creeper
(<i lang="la">Oxyurus tupinieri</i>) is the commonest bird in the country.
Throughout the beech forests, high up and low down, in the most
gloomy, wet, and impenetrable ravines, it may be met with. This
little bird no doubt appears more numerous than it really is, from
its habit of following with seeming curiosity any person who enters
these silent woods: continually uttering a harsh twitter, it
flutters from tree to tree, within a few feet of the intruder&#8217;s
face. It is far from wishing for the modest concealment of the true
creeper (<i lang="la">Certhia familiaris</i>); nor does it, like that bird, run up
the trunks of trees, but industriously, after the manner of a
willow-wren, hops about, and searches for insects on every twig and
branch. In the more open parts, three or four species of finches, a
thrush, a starling (or Icterus), two Opetiorhynchi, and several
hawks and owls occur.</p>

<p>The absence of any species whatever in the whole class of
Reptiles is a marked feature in the zoology of this country, as
well as in that of the Falkland Islands. I do not ground this
statement merely on my own observation, but I heard it from the
Spanish inhabitants of the latter place, and from Jemmy Button with
regard to Tierra del Fuego. On the banks of the Santa Cruz, in 50
degrees south, I saw a frog; and it is not improbable that these
animals, as well as lizards, may be found as far south as the
Strait of Magellan, where the country retains the character of
Patagonia; but within the damp and cold limit of Tierra del Fuego
not one occurs. That the climate would not have suited some of the orders, such as lizards, might have been
foreseen; but with respect to frogs, this was not so obvious.</p>

<div class="leftfootnote">112. I believe I must except one alpine Haltica, and a single specimen of a Melasoma. Mr. Waterhouse informs me, that of the Harpalid&aelig; there are eight or nine species&mdash;the forms of the greater number being very peculiar; of Heteromera, four or five species; of Rhyncophora, six or seven; and of the following families one species in each: Staphylinid&aelig;, Elaterid&aelig;, Cebrionid&aelig;, Melolonthid&aelig;. The species in the other orders are even fewer. In all the orders, the scarcity of the individuals is even more remarkable than that of the species. Most of the Coleoptera have been carefully described by Mr. Waterhouse in the <cite>Annals of Nat. Hist.</cite></div>
<p>Beetles occur in very small numbers: it was long before I could
believe that a country as large as Scotland, covered with vegetable
productions and with a variety of stations, could be so
unproductive. The few which I found were alpine species
(Harpalid&aelig; and Heteromid&aelig;) living under stones. The
vegetable-feeding Chrysomelid&aelig;, so eminently characteristic
of the Tropics, are here almost entirely absent;<span title="112. I believe I must except one alpine Haltica, and a single specimen of a Melasoma. Mr. Waterhouse informs me, that of the Harpalid&aelig; there are eight or nine species&mdash;the forms of the greater number being very peculiar; of Heteromera, four or five species; of Rhyncophora, six or seven; and of the following families one species in each: Staphylinid&aelig;, Elaterid&aelig;, Cebrionid&aelig;, Melolonthid&aelig;. The species in the other orders are even fewer. In all the orders, the scarcity of the individuals is even more remarkable than that of the species. Most of the Coleoptera have been carefully described by Mr. Waterhouse in the Annals of Nat. Hist." class="leftfootnote">112</span> I saw
very few flies, butterflies, or bees, and no crickets or
Orthoptera. In the pools of water I found but few aquatic beetles,
and not any fresh-water shells: Succinea at first appears an
exception; but here it must be called a terrestrial shell, for it
lives on the damp herbage far from water. Land-shells could be
procured only in the same alpine situations with the beetles. I
have already contrasted the climate as well as the general
appearance of Tierra del Fuego with that of Patagonia; and the
difference is strongly exemplified in the entomology. I do not
believe they have one species in common; certainly the general
character of the insects is widely different.</p>

<div class="rightfootnote">113. Its geographical range is remarkably wide; it is found from the extreme southern islets near Cape Horn, as far north on the eastern coast (according to information given me by Mr. Stokes) as lat. 43&deg;,&mdash;but on the western coast, as Dr. Hooker tells me, it extends to the R. San Francisco in California, and perhaps even to Kamtschatka. We thus have an immense range in latitude; and as Cook, who must have been well acquainted with the species, found it at Kerguelen Land, no less than 140&deg; in longitude.</div>
<div class="leftfootnote">114. <cite>Voyages of the Adventure and Beagle</cite>, vol. i, p. 363. It appears that seaweed grows extremely quick. Mr. Stephenson found (Wilson&#8217;s <cite>Voyage round Scotland</cite> vol. ii, p. 228) that a rock uncovered only at spring-tides, which had been chiselled smooth in November, on the following May, that is, within six months afterwards, was thickly covered with <i lang="la">Fucus digitatus</i> two feet, and <i lang="la">F. esculentus</i> six feet, in length.</div>
<p>If we turn from the land to the sea, we shall find the latter as
abundantly stocked with living creatures as the former is poorly
so. In all parts of the world a rocky and partially protected shore
perhaps supports, in a given space, a greater number of individual
animals than any other station. There is one marine production
which, from its importance, is worthy of a particular history. It
is the kelp, or <i lang="la">Macrocystis pyrifera</i>. This plant grows on every
rock from low-water mark to a great depth, both on the outer coast
and within the channels.<span title="113. Its geographical range is remarkably wide; it is found from the extreme southern islets near Cape Horn, as far north on the eastern coast (according to information given me by Mr. Stokes) as lat. 43&deg;,&mdash;but on the western coast, as Dr. Hooker tells me, it extends to the R. San Francisco in California, and perhaps even to Kamtschatka. We thus have an immense range in latitude; and as Cook, who must have been well acquainted with the species, found it at Kerguelen Land, no less than 140&deg; in longitude." class="rightfootnote">113</span> I believe, during the voyages of the <i class="ship">Adventure</i> and <i class="ship">Beagle</i>, not one rock near the surface was discovered which was
not buoyed by this floating weed. The good service it thus affords
to vessels navigating near this stormy land is evident; and it
certainly has saved many a one from being wrecked. I know few
things more surprising than to see this plant growing and
flourishing amidst those great breakers of the western ocean, which
no mass of rock, let it be ever so hard, can long resist. The stem
is round, slimy, and smooth, and seldom has a diameter of so much
as an inch. A few taken together are sufficiently strong to support
the weight of the large loose stones, to which in the inland
channels they grow attached; and yet some of these stones were so
heavy that when drawn to the surface, they could scarcely be lifted
into a boat by one person. Captain Cook, in his second voyage, says
that this plant at Kerguelen Land rises from a greater depth than
twenty-four fathoms; &#8220;and as it does not grow in a perpendicular
direction, but makes a very acute angle with the bottom, and much
of it afterwards spreads many fathoms on the surface of the sea, I
am well warranted to say that some of it grows to the length of
sixty fathoms and upwards.&#8221; I do not suppose the stem of any other
plant attains so great a length as three hundred and sixty feet, as
stated by Captain Cook. Captain Fitz Roy, moreover, found it
growing<span title="114. Voyages of the Adventure and Beagle, vol. i, p. 363. It appears that seaweed grows extremely quick. Mr. Stephenson found (Wilson's Voyage round Scotland vol. ii, p. 228) that a rock uncovered only at spring-tides, which had been chiselled smooth in November, on the following May, that is, within six months afterwards, was thickly covered with Fucus digitatus two feet, and F. esculentus six feet, in length." class="leftfootnote">114</span> up from the greater depth of forty-five
fathoms. The beds of this sea-weed, even when of not great breadth,
make excellent natural floating breakwaters. It is quite curious to
see, in an exposed harbour, how soon the waves from the open sea,
as they travel through the straggling stems, sink in height, and
pass into smooth water.</p>

<p>The number of living creatures of all Orders, whose existence
intimately depends on the kelp, is wonderful. A great volume might
be written, describing the inhabitants of one of these beds of
seaweed. Almost all the leaves, excepting those that float on the
surface, are so thickly incrusted with corallines as to be of a white colour. We find exquisitely delicate
structures, some inhabited by simple hydra-like polypi, others by
more organised kinds, and beautiful compound Ascidi&aelig;. On the
leaves, also, various patelliform shells, Trochi, uncovered
molluscs, and some bivalves are attached. Innumerable crustacea
frequent every part of the plant. On shaking the great entangled
roots, a pile of small fish, shells, cuttlefish, crabs of all
orders, sea-eggs, starfish, beautiful Holothuri&aelig;,
Planari&aelig;, and crawling nereidous animals of a multitude of
forms, all fall out together. Often as I recurred to a branch of
the kelp, I never failed to discover animals of new and curious
structures. In Chiloe, where the kelp does not thrive very well,
the numerous shells, corallines, and crustacea are absent; but
there yet remain a few of the Flustrace&aelig;, and some compound
Ascidi&aelig;; the latter, however, are of different species from
those in Tierra del Fuego; we see here the fucus possessing a wider
range than the animals which use it as an abode. I can only compare
these great aquatic forests of the southern hemisphere with the
terrestrial ones in the intertropical regions. Yet if in any
country a forest was destroyed, I do not believe nearly so many
species of animals would perish as would here, from the destruction
of the kelp. Amidst the leaves of this plant numerous species of
fish live, which nowhere else could find food or shelter; with
their destruction the many cormorants and other fishing birds, the
otters, seals, and porpoises, would soon perish also; and lastly,
the Fuegian savage, the miserable lord of this miserable land,
would redouble his cannibal feast, decrease in numbers, and perhaps
cease to exist.</p>

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		<description><![CDATA[Before reaching Port Famine, two men were seen running along the
shore and hailing the ship. A boat was sent for them.

They turned out to be two sailors who had run away from a
sealing-vessel, and had joined the Patagonians. These Indians had
treated them with their usual disinterested hospitality. They had
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='lastday'><p>Before reaching Port Famine, two men were seen running along the
shore and hailing the ship. A boat was sent for them.</p>

<p>They turned out to be two sailors who had run away from a
sealing-vessel, and had joined the Patagonians. These Indians had
treated them with their usual disinterested hospitality. They had
parted company through accident, and were then proceeding to Port
Famine in hopes of finding some ship. I daresay they were worthless
vagabonds, but I never saw more miserable-looking ones. They had
been living for some days on mussel-shells and berries, and their
tattered clothes had been burnt by sleeping so near their fires.
They had been exposed night and day, without any shelter, to the
late incessant gales, with rain, sleet, and snow, and yet they were
in good health.</p>

<img src="/res/beagleimg/pl49.jpg" width="59" height="396" alt="Patagonian bolas" class="left"/> 

</div><p>During our stay at Port Famine, the Fuegians twice came and
plagued us. As there were many instruments, clothes, and men on
shore, it was thought necessary to frighten them away. The first
time a few great guns were fired, when they were far distant. It
was most ludicrous to watch through a glass the Indians, as often
as the shot struck the water, take up stones, and, as a bold
defiance, throw them towards the ship, though about a mile and a
half distant! A boat was then sent with orders to fire a few
musket-shots wide of them. The Fuegians hid themselves behind the
trees, and for every discharge of the muskets they fired their
arrows; all, however, fell short of the boat, and the officer as he
pointed at them laughed. This made the Fuegians frantic with
passion, and they shook their mantles in vain rage. At last, seeing
the balls cut and strike the trees, they ran away, and we were left
in peace and quietness. During the former voyage the Fuegians were
here very troublesome, and to frighten them a rocket was fired at
night over their wigwams; it answered effectually, and one of the
officers told me that the clamour first raised, and the barking of
the dogs, was quite ludicrous in contrast with the profound silence
which in a minute or two afterwards prevailed. The next morning not
a single Fuegian was in the neighbourhood.</p>

<img src="/res/beagleimg/pl50.jpg" width="272" height="177" alt= "Patagonian spurs and pipe" class="center"/>

<p>When the <i class="ship">Beagle</i> was here in the month of February, I
started one morning at four o&#8217;clock to ascend Mount Tarn, which is
2600 feet high, and is the most elevated point in this immediate
district. We went in a boat to the foot of the mountain (but
unluckily not to the best part), and then began our ascent. The
forest commences at the line of high-water mark, and during the
first two hours I gave over all hopes of reaching the summit. So
thick was the wood, that it was necessary to have constant recourse
to the compass; for every landmark, though in a mountainous
country, was completely shut out. In the deep ravines the
death-like scene of desolation exceeded all description; outside it
was blowing a gale, but in these hollows not even a breath of wind
stirred the leaves of the tallest trees. So gloomy, cold, and wet
was every part, that not even the fungi, mosses, or ferns could
flourish. In the valleys it was scarcely possible to crawl along,
they were so completely barricaded by great mouldering trunks,
which had fallen down in every direction. When passing over these
natural bridges, one&#8217;s course was often arrested by sinking knee
deep into the rotten wood; at other times, when attempting to lean
against a firm tree, one was startled by finding a mass of decayed
matter ready to fall at the slightest touch. We at last found
ourselves among the stunted trees, and then soon reached the bare
ridge, which conducted us to the summit. Here was a view
characteristic of Tierra del Fuego; irregular chains of hills,
mottled with patches of snow, deep yellowish-green valleys, and arms of the sea
intersecting the land in many directions. The strong wind was
piercingly cold, and the atmosphere rather hazy, so that we did not
stay long on the top of the mountain. Our descent was not quite so
laborious as our ascent, for the weight of the body forced a
passage, and all the slips and falls were in the right
direction.</p>

<div class="leftfootnote">110. Captain Fitz Roy informs me that in April (our October) the leaves of those trees which grow near the base of the mountains change colour, but not those on the more elevated parts. I remember having read some observations, showing that in England the leaves fall earlier in a warm and fine autumn than in a late and cold one. The change in the colour being here retarded in the more elevated, and therefore colder situations, must be owing to the same general law of vegetation. The trees of Tierra del Fuego during no part of the year entirely shed their leaves.</div>
<p>I have already mentioned the sombre and dull character of the
evergreen forests,<span title="110. Captain Fitz Roy informs me that in April (our October) the leaves of those trees which grow near the base of the mountains change colour, but not those on the more elevated parts. I remember having read some observations, showing that in England the leaves fall earlier in a warm and fine autumn than in a late and cold one. The change in the colour being here retarded in the more elevated, and therefore colder situations, must be owing to the same general law of vegetation. The trees of Tierra del Fuego during no part of the year entirely shed their leaves." class="leftfootnote">110</span> in which two or three species of
trees grow, to the exclusion of all others. Above the forest land
there are many dwarf alpine plants, which all spring from the mass
of peat, and help to compose it: these plants are very remarkable
from their close alliance with the species growing on the mountains
of Europe, though so many thousand miles distant. The central part
of Tierra del Fuego, where the clay-slate formation occurs, is most
favourable to the growth of trees; on the outer coast the poorer
granitic soil, and a situation more exposed to the violent winds,
do not allow of their attaining any great size. Near Port Famine I
have seen more large trees than anywhere else: I measured a
Winter&#8217;s Bark which was four feet six inches in girth, and several
of the beech were as much as thirteen feet. Captain King also
mentions a beech which was seven feet in diameter seventeen feet
above the roots.</p>

<img src="/res/beagleimg/pl51.jpg" width="100" height="117" alt="Cytaria Darwinii" class="right"/>
<div class="rightfootnote">111. Described from my specimens and notes by the Reverend J. M. Berkeley in the <cite>Linnean Transactions</cite> (vol. xix, p. 37), under the name of Cyttaria Darwinii: the Chilean species is the C. Berteroii. This genus is allied to Bulgaria.</div>
<p>There is one vegetable production deserving notice from its
importance as an article of food to the Fuegians. It is a globular,
bright-yellow fungus, which grows in vast numbers on the
beech-trees. When young it is elastic and turgid, with a smooth
surface; but when mature, it shrinks, becomes tougher, and has its
entire surface deeply pitted or honeycombed, as represented in the
figure at right. This fungus belongs to a new and curious
genus;<span title="111. Described from my specimens and notes by the Reverend J. M. Berkeley in the Linnean Transactions (vol. xix, p. 37), under the name of Cyttaria Darwinii: the Chilean species is the C. Berteroii. This genus is allied to Bulgaria." class="rightfootnote">111</span> I found a second species on another species of beech in Chile: and Dr. Hooker
informs me that just lately a third species has been discovered on
a third species of beech in Van Dieman&#8217;s Land. How singular is this
relationship between parasitical fungi and the trees on which they
grow, in distant parts of the world! In Tierra del Fuego the fungus
in its tough and mature state is collected in large quantities by
the women and children, and is eaten un-cooked. It has a
mucilaginous, slightly sweet taste, with a faint smell like that of
a mushroom. With the exception of a few berries, chiefly of a dwarf
arbutus, the natives eat no vegetable food besides this fungus. In
New Zealand, before the introduction of the potato, the roots of
the fern were largely consumed; at the present time, I believe,
Tierra del Fuego is the only country in the world where a
cryptogamic plant affords a staple article of food.</p>

<p>The zoology of Tierra del Fuego, as might have been expected
from the nature of its climate and vegetation, is very poor. Of
mammalia, besides whales and seals, there is one bat, a kind of
mouse (<i lang="la">Reithrodon chinchilloides</i>), two true mice, a ctenomys allied
to or identical with the tucutuco, two foxes (<i lang="la">Canis Magellanicus</i>
and <i lang="la">C. Azar&aelig;</i>), a sea-otter, the guanaco, and a deer. Most of
these animals inhabit only the drier eastern parts of the country;
and the deer has never been seen south of the Strait of Magellan.
Observing the general correspondence of the cliffs of soft
sandstone, mud, and shingle, on the opposite sides of the Strait,
and on some intervening islands, one is strongly tempted to believe
that the land was once joined, and thus allowed animals so delicate
and helpless as the tucutuco and Reithrodon to pass over. The
correspondence of the cliffs is far from proving any junction;
because such cliffs generally are formed by the intersection of
sloping deposits, which, before the elevation of the land, had been
accumulated near the then existing shores. It is, however, a
remarkable coincidence, that in the two large islands cut off by
the Beagle Channel from the rest of Tierra del Fuego, one has
cliffs composed of matter that may be called stratified alluvium,
which front similar ones on the opposite side of the channel,&mdash;while the other is exclusively bordered by old
crystalline rocks; in the former, called Navarin Island, both foxes
and guanacos occur; but in the latter, Hoste Island, although
similar in every respect, and only separated by a channel a little
more than half a mile wide, I have the word of Jemmy Button for
saying that neither of these animals is found.</p>

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		<description><![CDATA[I believe, in this extreme part of South America, man exists in
a lower state of improvement than in any other part of the world.
The South Sea Islanders, of the two races inhabiting the Pacific,
are comparatively civilised. The Esquimaux, in his subterranean
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='lastday'><p>I believe, in this extreme part of South America, man exists in
a lower state of improvement than in any other part of the world.
The South Sea Islanders, of the two races inhabiting the Pacific,
are comparatively civilised. The Esquimaux, in his subterranean
hut, enjoys some of the comforts of life, and in his canoe, when
fully equipped, manifests much skill. Some of the tribes of Southern Africa, prowling about in search of roots,
and living concealed on the wild and arid plains, are sufficiently
wretched. The Australian, in the simplicity of the arts of life,
comes nearest the Fuegian: he can, however, boast of his boomerang,
his spear and throwing-stick, his method of climbing trees, of
tracking animals, and of hunting. Although the Australian may be
superior in acquirements, it by no means follows that he is
likewise superior in mental capacity: indeed, from what I saw of
the Fuegians when on board and from what I have read of the
Australians, I should think the case was exactly the reverse.</p>

<img src="/res/beagleimg/pl45.jpg" width="302" height="189" alt= "False Horn, Cape Horn." class="center"/>

<img src="/res/beagleimg/pl46.jpg" width="289" height="212" alt= "Wollaston Island, Tierra del Fuego" class="center"/>
</div><h3>Chapter XI&ndash;Strait of Magellan &amp; Climate of the Southern Coasts</h3>

<p class="intro">Strait of Magellan&mdash;Port Famine&mdash;Ascent
of Mount Tarn&mdash;Forests&mdash;Edible
fungus&mdash;Zoology&mdash;Great Seaweed&mdash;Leave Tierra del
Fuego&mdash;Climate&mdash;Fruit-trees and productions of the
southern coasts&mdash;Height of snow-line on the
Cordillera&mdash;Descent of glaciers to the sea&mdash;Icebergs
formed&mdash;Transportal of boulders&mdash;Climate and productions
of the Antarctic Islands&mdash;Preservation of frozen
carcasses&mdash;Recapitulation.</p>

<div class="leftfootnote">108. The south-westerly breezes are generally very dry. January 29th, being at anchor under Cape Gregory: a very hard gale from west by south, clear sky with few cumuli; temperature 57&deg;, dew-point 36&deg;,&mdash;difference 21&deg;. On January 15th, at Port St. Julian: in the morning light winds with much rain, followed by a very heavy squall with rain,&mdash;settled into heavy gale with large cumuli,&mdash;cleared up, blowing very strong from south-south-west. Temperature 60&deg;, dew-point 42&deg;,&mdash;difference 18&deg;.</div>
<p>In the end of May 1834 we entered for a second time the eastern
mouth of the Strait of Magellan. The country on both sides of this
part of the Strait consists of nearly level plains, like those of
Patagonia. Cape Negro, a little within the second Narrows, may be
considered as the point where the land begins to assume the marked
features of Tierra del Fuego. On the east coast, south of the
Strait, broken park-like scenery in a like manner connects these
two countries, which are opposed to each other in almost every
feature. It is truly surprising to find in a space of twenty miles
such a change in the landscape. If we take a rather greater
distance, as between Port Famine and Gregory Bay, that is about sixty miles, the difference is still
more wonderful. At the former place we have rounded mountains
concealed by impervious forests, which are drenched with the rain
brought by an endless succession of gales; while at Cape Gregory
there is a clear and bright blue sky over the dry and sterile
plains. The atmospheric currents,<span title="108. The south-westerly breezes are generally very dry. January 29th, being at anchor under Cape Gregory: a very hard gale from west by south, clear sky with few cumuli; temperature 57&deg;, dew-point 36&deg;,&mdash;difference 21&deg;. On January 15th, at Port St. Julian: in the morning light winds with much rain, followed by a very heavy squall with rain,&mdash;settled into heavy gale with large cumuli,&mdash;cleared up, blowing very strong from south-south-west. Temperature 60&deg;, dew-point 42&deg;,&mdash;difference 18&deg;." class="leftfootnote">108</span> although rapid,
turbulent, and unconfined by any apparent limits, yet seem to
follow, like a river in its bed, a regularly determined course.</p>

<img src="/res/beagleimg/pl47.jpg" width="286" height="227" alt= "Patagonians from Cape Gregory" class="center"/>

<p>During our previous visit (in January), we had an interview at
Cape Gregory with the famous so-called gigantic Patagonians, who
gave us a cordial reception. Their height appears greater than it
really is, from their large guanaco mantles, their long flowing
hair, and general figure: on an average their height is about six
feet, with some men taller and only a few shorter; and the women
are also tall; altogether they are certainly the tallest race which
we anywhere saw. In features they strikingly resemble the more northern Indians whom I saw with Rosas, but
they have a wilder and more formidable appearance: their faces were
much painted with red and black, and one man was ringed and dotted
with white like a Fuegian. Captain Fitz Roy offered to take any
three of them on board, and all seemed determined to be of the
three. It was long before we could clear the boat; at last we got
on board with our three giants, who dined with the Captain, and
behaved quite like gentlemen, helping themselves with knives,
forks, and spoons: nothing was so much relished as sugar. This
tribe has had so much communication with sealers and whalers, that
most of the men can speak a little English and Spanish; and they
are half civilised, and proportionally demoralised.</p>

<img src="/res/beagleimg/pl48.jpg" width="304" height="259" alt= "Port Famine, Magellan" class="center"/>
<div class="rightfootnote">109. Rengger, <cite>Natur. der Saugethiere von Paraguay.</cite> S. 334.</div>
<p>The next morning a large party went on shore, to barter for
skins and ostrich-feathers; fire-arms being refused, tobacco was in
greatest request, far more so than axes or tools. The whole
population of the toldos, men, women, and children, were arranged
on a bank. It was an amusing scene, and it was impossible not
to like the so-called giants, they were so thoroughly good-humoured
and unsuspecting: they asked us to come again. They seem to like to
have Europeans to live with them; and old Maria, an important woman
in the tribe, once begged Mr. Low to leave any one of his sailors
with them. They spend the greater part of the year here; but in
summer they hunt along the foot of the Cordillera: sometimes they
travel as far as the Rio Negro, 750 miles to the north. They are
well stocked with horses, each man having, according to Mr. Low,
six or seven, and all the women, and even children, their one own
horse. In the time of Sarmiento (1580) these Indians had bows and
arrows, now long since disused; they then also possessed some
horses. This is a very curious fact, showing the extraordinarily
rapid multiplication of horses in South America. The horse was
first landed at Buenos Ayres in 1537, and the colony being then for
a time deserted, the horse ran wild;<span title="109. Rengger, Natur. der Saugethiere von Paraguay. S. 334." class="rightfootnote">109</span> in 1580, only
forty-three years afterwards, we hear of them at the Strait of
Magellan! Mr. Low informs me, that a neighbouring tribe of
foot-Indians is now changing into horse-Indians: the tribe at
Gregory Bay giving them their worn-out horses, and sending in
winter a few of their best skilled men to hunt for them.</p>

<p><em>June 1st.</em>&mdash;We anchored in the fine bay of Port
Famine. It was now the beginning of winter, and I never saw a more
cheerless prospect; the dusky woods, piebald with snow, could be
only seen indistinctly through a drizzling hazy atmosphere. We
were, however, lucky in getting two fine days. On one of these,
Mount Sarmiento, a distant mountain 6800 feet high, presented a
very noble spectacle. I was frequently surprised, in the scenery of
Tierra del Fuego, at the little apparent elevation of mountains
really lofty. I suspect it is owing to a cause which would not at
first be imagined, namely, that the whole mass, from the summit to
the water&#8217;s edge, is generally in full view. I remember having seen
a mountain, first from the Beagle Channel, where the whole sweep
from the summit to the base was full in view, and then from
Ponsonby Sound across several successive ridges; and it was curious
to observe in the latter case, as each fresh ridge afforded fresh
means of judging of the distance, how the mountain rose in
height.</p>

<p>Before reaching Port Famine, two men were seen running along the
shore and hailing the ship. A boat was sent for them.</p>

<p>They turned out to be two sailors who had run away from a
sealing-vessel, and had joined the Patagonians. These Indians had
treated them with their usual disinterested hospitality. They had
parted company through accident, and were then proceeding to Port
Famine in hopes of finding some ship. I daresay they were worthless
vagabonds, but I never saw more miserable-looking ones. They had
been living for some days on mussel-shells and berries, and their
tattered clothes had been burnt by sleeping so near their fires.
They had been exposed night and day, without any shelter, to the
late incessant gales, with rain, sleet, and snow, and yet they were
in good health.</p>

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		<description><![CDATA[On the last day of February in the succeeding year (1834) the
Beagle anchored in a beautiful little cove at the eastern
entrance of the Beagle Channel. Captain Fitz Roy determined on the
bold, and as it proved successful, attempt to beat against the
westerly winds by the same route which we had followed in the boats
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='lastday'><p>On the last day of February in the succeeding year (1834) the
<i class="ship">Beagle</i> anchored in a beautiful little cove at the eastern
entrance of the Beagle Channel. Captain Fitz Roy determined on the
bold, and as it proved successful, attempt to beat against the
westerly winds by the same route which we had followed in the boats
to the settlement at Woollya. We did not see many natives until we
were near Ponsonby Sound, where we were followed by ten or twelve
canoes. The natives did not at all understand the reason of our
tacking, and, instead of meeting us at each tack, vainly strove to
follow us in our zigzag course. I was amused at finding what a
difference the circumstance of being quite superior in force made,
in the interest of beholding these savages. While in the boats I
got to hate the very sound of their voices, so much trouble did
they give us. The first and last word was &#8220;yammerschooner.&#8221; When,
entering some quiet little cove, we have looked round and thought
to pass a quiet night, the odious word &#8220;yammerschooner&#8221; has shrilly sounded from
some gloomy nook, and then the little signal-smoke has curled up to
spread the news far and wide. On leaving some place we have said to
each other, &#8220;Thank heaven, we have at last fairly left these
wretches!&#8221; when one more faint halloo from an all-powerful voice,
heard at a prodigious distance, would reach our ears, and clearly
could we distinguish&mdash;&#8221;yammerschooner.&#8221; But now, the more
Fuegians the merrier; and very merry work it was. Both parties
laughing, wondering, gaping at each other; we pitying them, for
giving us good fish and crabs for rags, etc.; they grasping at the
chance of finding people so foolish as to exchange such splendid
ornaments for a good supper. It was most amusing to see the
undisguised smile of satisfaction with which one young woman with
her face painted black, tied several bits of scarlet cloth round
her head with rushes. Her husband, who enjoyed the very universal
privilege in this country of possessing two wives, evidently became
jealous of all the attention paid to his young wife; and, after a
consultation with his naked beauties, was paddled away by them.</p>

</div><p>Some of the Fuegians plainly showed that they had a fair notion
of barter. I gave one man a large nail (a most valuable present)
without making any signs for a return; but he immediately picked
out two fish, and handed them up on the point of his spear. If any
present was designed for one canoe, and it fell near another, it
was invariably given to the right owner. The Fuegian boy, whom Mr.
Low had on board, showed, by going into the most violent passion,
that he quite understood the reproach of being called a liar, which
in truth he was. We were this time, as on all former occasions,
much surprised at the little notice, or rather none whatever, which
was taken of many things, the use of which must have been evident
to the natives. Simple circumstances&mdash;such as the beauty of
scarlet cloth or blue beads, the absence of women, our care in
washing ourselves,&mdash;excited their admiration far more than any
grand or complicated object, such as our ship. Bougainville has
well remarked concerning these people, that they treat the &#8220;chefs
d&#8217;oeuvre de l&#8217;industrie humaine, comme ils traitent les loix de la
nature et ses ph&eacute;nom&egrave;nes.&#8221;</p>

<div class="rightfootnote">107. Captain Sulivan, who, since his voyage in the <i class="ship">Beagle</i>, has been employed on the survey of the Falkland Islands, heard from a sealer in (1842?), that when in the western part of the Strait of Magellan, he was astonished by a native woman coming on board, who could talk some English. Without doubt this was Fuegia Basket. She lived (I fear the term probably bears a double interpretation) some days on board.</div>
<p>On the 5th of March we anchored in a cove at Woollya, but we saw not a soul there. We were alarmed at this, for the
natives in Ponsonby Sound showed by gestures that there had been
fighting; and we afterwards heard that the dreaded Oens men had
made a descent. Soon a canoe, with a little flag flying, was seen
approaching, with one of the men in it washing the paint off his
face. This man was poor Jemmy,&mdash;now a thin, haggard savage,
with long disordered hair, and naked, except a bit of blanket round
his waist. We did not recognize him till he was close to us, for he
was ashamed of himself, and turned his back to the ship. We had
left him plump, fat, clean, and well-dressed;&mdash;I never saw so
complete and grievous a change. As soon however as he was clothed,
and the first flurry was over, things wore a good appearance. He
dined with Captain Fitz Roy, and ate his dinner as tidily as
formerly. He told us that he had &#8220;too much&#8221; (meaning enough) to
eat, that he was not cold, that his relations were very good
people, and that he did not wish to go back to England: in the
evening we found out the cause of this great change in Jemmy&#8217;s
feelings, in the arrival of his young and nice-looking wife. With
his usual good feeling, he brought two beautiful otter-skins for
two of his best friends, and some spear-heads and arrows made with
his own hands for the Captain. He said he had built a canoe for
himself, and he boasted that he could talk a little of his own
language! But it is a most singular fact, that he appears to have
taught all his tribe some English: an old man spontaneously
announced &#8220;Jemmy Button&#8217;s wife.&#8221; Jemmy had lost all his property.
He told us that York Minster had built a large canoe, and with his
wife Fuegia<span title="107. Captain Sulivan, who, since his voyage in the Beagle, has been employed on the survey of the Falkland Islands, heard from a sealer in (1842?), that when in the western part of the Strait of Magellan, he was astonished by a native woman coming on board, who could talk some English. Without doubt this was Fuegia Basket. She lived (I fear the term probably bears a double interpretation) some days on board." class="rightfootnote">107</span>, had several months since gone to his own country, and
had taken farewell by an act of consummate villainy; he persuaded
Jemmy and his mother to come with him, and then on the way deserted
them by night, stealing every article of their property.</p>

<p>Jemmy went to sleep on shore, and in the morning returned, and
remained on board till the ship got under weigh, which frightened
his wife, who continued crying violently till he got into his canoe. He returned loaded with valuable property. Every
soul on board was heartily sorry to shake hands with him for the
last time. I do not now doubt that he will be as happy as, perhaps
happier than, if he had never left his own country. Every one must
sincerely hope that Captain Fitz Roy&#8217;s noble hope may be fulfilled,
of being rewarded for the many generous sacrifices which he made
for these Fuegians, by some shipwrecked sailor being protected by
the descendants of Jemmy Button and his tribe! When Jemmy reached
the shore, he lighted a signal fire, and the smoke curled up,
bidding us a last and long farewell, as the ship stood on her
course into the open sea.</p>

 
<p>The perfect equality among the individuals composing the Fuegian
tribes must for a long time retard their civilisation. As we see
those animals, whose instinct compels them to live in society and
obey a chief, are most capable of improvement, so is it with the
races of mankind. Whether we look at it as a cause or a
consequence, the more civilised always have the most artificial
governments. For instance, the inhabitants of Otaheite, who, when
first discovered, were governed by hereditary kings, had arrived at
a far higher grade than another branch of the same people, the New
Zealanders,&mdash;who, although benefited by being compelled to
turn their attention to agriculture, were republicans in the most
absolute sense. In Tierra del Fuego, until some chief shall arise
with power sufficient to secure any acquired advantage, such as the
domesticated animals, it seems scarcely possible that the political
state of the country can be improved. At present, even a piece of
cloth given to one is torn into shreds and distributed; and no one
individual becomes richer than another. On the other hand, it is
difficult to understand how a chief can arise till there is
property of some sort by which he might manifest his superiority
and increase his power.</p>

<p>I believe, in this extreme part of South America, man exists in
a lower state of improvement than in any other part of the world.
The South Sea Islanders, of the two races inhabiting the Pacific,
are comparatively civilised. The Esquimaux, in his subterranean
hut, enjoys some of the comforts of life, and in his canoe, when
fully equipped, manifests much skill. Some of the tribes of Southern Africa, prowling about in search of roots,
and living concealed on the wild and arid plains, are sufficiently
wretched. The Australian, in the simplicity of the arts of life,
comes nearest the Fuegian: he can, however, boast of his boomerang,
his spear and throwing-stick, his method of climbing trees, of
tracking animals, and of hunting. Although the Australian may be
superior in acquirements, it by no means follows that he is
likewise superior in mental capacity: indeed, from what I saw of
the Fuegians when on board and from what I have read of the
Australians, I should think the case was exactly the reverse.</p>

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in these scenes. At no time does the consciousness in what a remote
corner of the world you are then standing come so strongly before
the mind. Everything tends to this effect; the stillness of the
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='lastday'><p>It was my watch till one o&#8217;clock. There is something very solemn
in these scenes. At no time does the consciousness in what a remote
corner of the world you are then standing come so strongly before
the mind. Everything tends to this effect; the stillness of the
night is interrupted only by the heavy breathing of the seamen
beneath the tents, and sometimes by the cry of a night-bird. The
occasional barking of a dog, heard in the distance, reminds one
that it is the land of the savage.</p>

</div><p><em>January 29th.</em>&mdash;Early in the morning we arrived at
the point where the Beagle Channel divides into two arms; and we
entered the northern one. The scenery here becomes even grander
than before. The lofty mountains on the north side compose the
granitic axis, or backbone of the country, and boldly rise to a
height of between three and four thousand feet, with one peak above
six thousand feet. They are covered by a wide mantle of perpetual
snow, and numerous cascades pour their waters, through the woods,
into the narrow channel below. In many parts, magnificent glaciers
extend from the mountain side to the water&#8217;s edge. It is scarcely
possible to imagine anything more beautiful than the beryl-like
blue of these glaciers, and especially as contrasted with the dead
white of the upper expanse of snow. The fragments which had fallen
from the glacier into the water were floating away, and the channel
with its icebergs presented, for the space of a mile, a miniature
likeness of the Polar Sea. The boats being hauled on shore at our
dinner-hour, we were admiring from the distance of half a mile a
perpendicular cliff of ice, and were wishing that some more
fragments would fall. At last, down came a mass with a roaring
noise, and immediately we saw the smooth outline of a wave
travelling towards us. The men ran down as quickly as they could to
the boats; for the chance of their being dashed to pieces was
evident. One of the seamen just caught hold of the bows, as the
curling breaker reached it: he was knocked over and over, but not
hurt, and the boats, though thrice lifted on high and let fall
again, received no damage. This was most fortunate for us, for we
were a hundred miles distant from the ship, and we should have been
left without provisions or firearms. I had previously observed that
some large fragments of rock on the beach had been lately
displaced; but until seeing this wave I did not understand the cause. One
side of the creek was formed by a spur of mica-slate; the head by a
cliff of ice about forty feet high; and the other side by a
promontory fifty feet high, built up of huge rounded fragments of
granite and mica-slate, out of which old trees were growing. This
promontory was evidently a moraine, heaped up at a period when the
glacier had greater dimensions.</p>

<p>When we reached the western mouth of this northern branch of the
Beagle Channel, we sailed amongst many unknown desolate islands,
and the weather was wretchedly bad. We met with no natives. The
coast was almost everywhere so steep that we had several times to
pull many miles before we could find space enough to pitch our two
tents: one night we slept on large round boulders, with putrefying
sea-weed between them; and when the tide rose, we had to get up and
move our blanket-bags. The farthest point westward which we reached
was Stewart Island, a distance of about one hundred and fifty miles
from our ship. We returned into the Beagle Channel by the southern
arm, and thence proceeded, with no adventure, back to Ponsonby
Sound.</p>

<p><em>February 6th.</em>&mdash;We arrived at Woollya. Matthews gave
so bad an account of the conduct of the Fuegians, that Captain Fitz
Roy determined to take him back to the <i class="ship">Beagle</i>; and
ultimately he was left at New Zealand, where his brother was a
missionary. From the time of our leaving, a regular system of
plunder commenced; fresh parties of the natives kept arriving: York
and Jemmy lost many things, and Matthews almost everything which
had not been concealed underground. Every article seemed to have
been torn up and divided by the natives. Matthews described the
watch he was obliged always to keep as most harassing; night and
day he was surrounded by the natives, who tried to tire him out by
making an incessant noise close to his head. One day an old man,
whom Matthews asked to leave his wigwam, immediately returned with
a large stone in his hand: another day a whole party came armed
with stones and stakes, and some of the younger men and Jemmy&#8217;s
brother were crying: Matthews met them with presents. Another party
showed by signs that they wished to strip him naked and pluck all
the hairs out of his face and body. I think we arrived just in time
to save his life. Jemmy&#8217;s relatives had been so vain and foolish,
that they had showed to strangers their plunder, and their
manner of obtaining it. It was quite melancholy leaving the three
Fuegians with their savage countrymen; but it was a great comfort
that they had no personal fears. York, being a powerful resolute
man, was pretty sure to get on well, together with his wife Fuegia.
Poor Jemmy looked rather disconsolate, and would then, I have
little doubt, have been glad to have returned with us. His own
brother had stolen many things from him; and as he remarked, &#8220;What
fashion call that:&#8221; he abused his countrymen, &#8220;all bad men, no sabe
(know) nothing&#8221; and, though I never heard him swear before, &#8220;damned
fools.&#8221; Our three Fuegians, though they had been only three years
with civilised men, would, I am sure, have been glad to have
retained their new habits; but this was obviously impossible. I
fear it is more than doubtful whether their visit will have been of
any use to them.</p>

<p>In the evening, with Matthews on board, we made sail back to the
ship, not by the Beagle Channel, but by the southern coast. The
boats were heavily laden and the sea rough, and we had a dangerous
passage. By the evening of the 7th we were on board the <i class="ship">Beagle</i> after an absence of twenty days, during which time we
had gone three hundred miles in the open boats. On the 11th Captain
Fitz Roy paid a visit by himself to the Fuegians and found them
going on well; and that they had lost very few more things.</p>

 
<p>On the last day of February in the succeeding year (1834) the
<i class="ship">Beagle</i> anchored in a beautiful little cove at the eastern
entrance of the Beagle Channel. Captain Fitz Roy determined on the
bold, and as it proved successful, attempt to beat against the
westerly winds by the same route which we had followed in the boats
to the settlement at Woollya. We did not see many natives until we
were near Ponsonby Sound, where we were followed by ten or twelve
canoes. The natives did not at all understand the reason of our
tacking, and, instead of meeting us at each tack, vainly strove to
follow us in our zigzag course. I was amused at finding what a
difference the circumstance of being quite superior in force made,
in the interest of beholding these savages. While in the boats I
got to hate the very sound of their voices, so much trouble did
they give us. The first and last word was &#8220;yammerschooner.&#8221; When,
entering some quiet little cove, we have looked round and thought
to pass a quiet night, the odious word &#8220;yammerschooner&#8221; has shrilly sounded from
some gloomy nook, and then the little signal-smoke has curled up to
spread the news far and wide. On leaving some place we have said to
each other, &#8220;Thank heaven, we have at last fairly left these
wretches!&#8221; when one more faint halloo from an all-powerful voice,
heard at a prodigious distance, would reach our ears, and clearly
could we distinguish&mdash;&#8221;yammerschooner.&#8221; But now, the more
Fuegians the merrier; and very merry work it was. Both parties
laughing, wondering, gaping at each other; we pitying them, for
giving us good fish and crabs for rags, etc.; they grasping at the
chance of finding people so foolish as to exchange such splendid
ornaments for a good supper. It was most amusing to see the
undisguised smile of satisfaction with which one young woman with
her face painted black, tied several bits of scarlet cloth round
her head with rushes. Her husband, who enjoyed the very universal
privilege in this country of possessing two wives, evidently became
jealous of all the attention paid to his young wife; and, after a
consultation with his naked beauties, was paddled away by them.</p>

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		<title>Classic Horror and Lawrence of Arabia</title>
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Bram Stoker&#8217;s Dracula and Mary Shelley&#8217;s Frankenstein. Getting in the Halloween spirit a bit early I guess. Coincidentally both stories start written in the form of correspondence. (Also in the Halloween vein don&#8217;t forget Lovecraft&#8217;s Cthulu stories)
T. E. Lawrence&#8217;s Seven Pillars of Wisdom. I just watched the movie Lawrence of Arabia and enjoyed it so [...]]]></description>
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<li>Bram Stoker&#8217;s <a href="http://www.turtlereader.com/authors/bram-stoker/dracula-day-1-of-140/">Dracula</a> and Mary Shelley&#8217;s <a href="http://www.turtlereader.com/authors/mary-shelley/frankenstein-day-1-of-67/">Frankenstein</a>. Getting in the Halloween spirit a bit early I guess. Coincidentally both stories start written in the form of correspondence. (Also in the Halloween vein don&#8217;t forget <a href="http://www.turtlereader.com/authors/h-p-lovecraft/collected-stories-part-1-day-1-of-277/">Lovecraft</a>&#8217;s <a href="http://www.turtlereader.com/authors/h-p-lovecraft/collected-stories-part-2-day-1-of-274/">Cthulu</a> stories)</li>
<li>T. E. Lawrence&#8217;s <a href="http://www.turtlereader.com/authors/te-lawrence/seven-pillars-of-wisdom-day-1-of-240/">Seven Pillars of Wisdom</a>. I just watched the movie Lawrence of Arabia and enjoyed it so I was interested when I heard it was based on an autobiography. Hopefully it&#8217;s interesting. The dedication certainly is mysterious.</li>
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