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		<description><![CDATA[The day was beautiful, and the number of trees which were in
full flower perfumed the air; yet even this could hardly dissipate
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dead trunks that stand like skeletons, never fail to give to these
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='lastday'><p>The day was beautiful, and the number of trees which were in
full flower perfumed the air; yet even this could hardly dissipate
the effect of the gloomy dampness of the forest. Moreover, the many
dead trunks that stand like skeletons, never fail to give to these
primeval woods a character of solemnity, absent in those of countries long civilised. Shortly after sunset we
bivouacked for the night. Our female companion, who was rather
good-looking, belonged to one of the most respectable families in
Castro: she rode, however, astride, and without shoes or stockings.
I was surprised at the total want of pride shown by her and her
brother. They brought food with them, but at all our meals sat
watching Mr. King and myself whilst eating, till we were fairly
shamed into feeding the whole party. The night was cloudless; and
while lying in our beds, we enjoyed the sight (and it is a high
enjoyment) of the multitude of stars which illumined the darkness
of the forest.</p>

</div><p><em>January 23rd.</em>&mdash;We rose early in the morning, and
reached the pretty quiet town of Castro by two o&#8217;clock. The old
governor had died since our last visit, and a Chileno was acting in
his place. We had a letter of introduction to Don Pedro, whom we
found exceedingly hospitable and kind, and more disinterested than
is usual on this side of the continent. The next day Don Pedro
procured us fresh horses, and offered to accompany us himself. We
proceeded to the south&mdash;generally following the coast, and
passing through several hamlets, each with its large barn-like
chapel built of wood. At Vilipilli, Don Pedro asked the commandant
to give us a guide to Cucao. The old gentleman offered to come
himself; but for a long time nothing would persuade him that two
Englishmen really wished to go to such an out-of-the-way place as
Cucao. We were thus accompanied by the two greatest aristocrats in
the country, as was plainly to be seen in the manner of all the
poorer Indians towards them. At Chonchi we struck across the
island, following intricate winding paths, sometimes passing
through magnificent forests, and sometimes through pretty cleared
spots, abounding with corn and potato crops. This undulating woody
country, partially cultivated, reminded me of the wilder parts of
England, and therefore had to my eye a most fascinating aspect. At
Vilinco, which is situated on the borders of the lake of Cucao,
only a few fields were cleared; and all the inhabitants appeared to
be Indians. This lake is twelve miles long, and runs in an east and
west direction. From local circumstances, the sea-breeze blows very
regularly during the day, and during the night it falls calm: this
has given rise to strange exaggerations, for the phenomenon, as described to us at S. Carlos, was quite a
prodigy.</p>

<p>The road to Cucao was so very bad that we determined to embark
in a <i class="foreign">periagua.</i> The commandant, in the most authoritative
manner, ordered six Indians to get ready to pull us over, without
deigning to tell them whether they would be paid. The periagua is a
strange rough boat, but the crew were still stranger: I doubt if
six uglier little men ever got into a boat together. They pulled,
however, very well and cheerfully. The stroke-oarsman gabbled
Indian, and uttered strange cries, much after the fashion of a
pig-driver driving his pigs. We started with a light breeze against
us, but yet reached the Capella de Cucao before it was late. The
country on each side of the lake was one unbroken forest. In the
same periagua with us a cow was embarked. To get so large an animal
into a small boat appears at first a difficulty, but the Indians
managed it in a minute. They brought the cow alongside the boat,
which was heeled towards her; then placing two oars under her
belly, with their ends resting on the gunwale, by the aid of these
levers they fairly tumbled the poor beast heels over head into the
bottom of the boat, and then lashed her down with ropes. At Cucao
we found an uninhabited hovel (which is the residence of the padre
when he pays this Capella a visit), where, lighting a fire, we
cooked our supper, and were very comfortable.</p>

<p>The district of Cucao is the only inhabited part on the whole
west coast of Chiloe. It contains about thirty or forty Indian
families, who are scattered along four or five miles of the shore.
They are very much secluded from the rest of Chiloe, and have
scarcely any sort of commerce, except sometimes in a little oil,
which they get from seal-blubber. They are tolerably dressed in
clothes of their own manufacture, and they have plenty to eat. They
seemed, however, discontented, yet humble to a degree which it was
quite painful to witness. These feelings are, I think, chiefly to
be attributed to the harsh and authoritative manner in which they
are treated by their rulers. Our companions, although so very civil
to us, behaved to the poor Indians as if they had been slaves,
rather than free men. They ordered provisions and the use of their
horses, without ever condescending to say how much, or indeed
whether the owners should be paid at all. In the morning, being left alone with these poor
people, we soon ingratiated ourselves by presents of cigars and
mat&eacute;. A lump of white sugar was divided between all present,
and tasted with the greatest curiosity. The Indians ended all their
complaints by saying, &#8220;And it is only because we are poor Indians,
and know nothing; but it was not so when we had a King.&#8221;</p>

<p>The next day after breakfast we rode a few miles northward to
Punta Huantam&oacute;. The road lay along a very broad beach, on
which, even after so many fine days, a terrible surf was breaking.
I was assured that after a heavy gale, the roar can be heard at
night even at Castro, a distance of no less than twenty-one
sea-miles across a hilly and wooded country. We had some difficulty
in reaching the point, owing to the intolerably bad paths; for
everywhere in the shade the ground soon becomes a perfect quagmire.
The point itself is a bold rocky hill. It is covered by a plant
allied, I believe, to Bromelia, and called by the inhabitants
Chepones. In scrambling through the beds, our hands were very much
scratched. I was amused by observing the precaution our Indian
guide took, in turning up his trousers, thinking that they were
more delicate than his own hard skin. This plant bears a fruit, in
shape like an artichoke, in which a number of seed-vessels are
packed: these contain a pleasant sweet pulp, here much esteemed. I
saw at Low&#8217;s Harbour the Chilotans making chichi, or cider, with
this fruit: so true is it, as Humboldt remarks, that almost
everywhere man finds means of preparing some kind of beverage from
the vegetable kingdom. The savages, however, of Tierra del Fuego,
and I believe of Australia, have not advanced thus far in the
arts.</p>

<p>The coast to the north of Punta Huantam&oacute; is exceedingly
rugged and broken, and is fronted by many breakers, on which the
sea is eternally roaring. Mr. King and myself were anxious to
return, if it had been possible, on foot along this coast; but even
the Indians said it was quite impracticable. We were told that men
have crossed by striking directly through the woods from Cucao to
S. Carlos, but never by the coast. On these expeditions, the
Indians carry with them only roasted corn, and of this they eat
sparingly twice a day.</p>

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		<description><![CDATA[There are several other species of petrels, but I will only
mention one other kind, the Pelacanoides Berardi, which offers an
example of those extraordinary cases, of a bird evidently belonging
to one well-marked family, yet both in its habits and structure
allied to a very distinct tribe. This bird never leaves the quiet
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='lastday'><p>There are several other species of petrels, but I will only
mention one other kind, the <i lang="la">Pelacanoides Berardi</i>, which offers an
example of those extraordinary cases, of a bird evidently belonging
to one well-marked family, yet both in its habits and structure
allied to a very distinct tribe. This bird never leaves the quiet
inland sounds. When disturbed it dives to a distance, and on coming
to the surface, with the same movement takes flight. After flying
by the rapid movement of its short wings for a space in a straight
line, it drops, as if struck dead, and dives again. The form of its
beak and nostrils, length of foot, and even the colouring of its
plumage, show that this bird is a petrel: on the other hand, its
short wings and consequent little power of flight, its form of body
and shape of tail, the absence of a hind toe to its foot, its habit
of living, and its choice of situation, make it at first
doubtful whether its relationship is not equally close with the auks. It
would undoubtedly be mistaken for an auk, when seen from a
distance, either on the wing, or when diving and quietly swimming
about the retired channels of Tierra del Fuego.</p>

 
 


<img src="/res/beagleimg/pl65.jpg" width="288" height="253" alt= "Antuco Volcano, near Talcahuano" class="center"/>

 
 

</div><h3>Chapter XIV&ndash;Chiloe and Concepcion: Great Earthquake</h3>

<p class="intro">San Carlos, Chiloe&mdash;Osorno in eruption,
contemporaneously with Aconcagua and Coseguina&mdash;Ride to
Cucao&mdash;Impenetrable
forests&mdash;Valdivia&mdash;Indians&mdash;Earthquake&mdash;Concepcion&mdash;Great
earthquake&mdash;Rocks fissured&mdash;Appearance of the former
towns&mdash;The sea black and boiling&mdash;Direction of the
vibrations&mdash;Stones twisted round&mdash;Great
wave&mdash;Permanent elevation of the land&mdash;Area of volcanic
phenomena&mdash;The connection between the elevatory and eruptive
forces&mdash;Cause of earthquakes&mdash;Slow elevation of
mountain-chains.</p>
 
<p>On January the 15th, 1835 we sailed from Low&#8217;s Harbour, and
three days afterwards anchored a second time in the bay of S.
Carlos in Chiloe. On the night of the 19th the volcano of Osorno
was in action. At midnight the sentry observed something like a
large star, which gradually increased in size till about three
o&#8217;clock, when it presented a very magnificent spectacle. By the aid of a glass, dark objects, in constant
succession, were seen, in the midst of a great glare of red light,
to be thrown up and to fall down. The light was sufficient to cast
on the water a long bright reflection. Large masses of molten
matter seem very commonly to be cast out of the craters in this
part of the Cordillera. I was assured that when the Corcovado is in
eruption, great masses are projected upwards and are seen to burst
in the air, assuming many fantastical forms, such as trees: their
size must be immense, for they can be distinguished from the high
land behind S. Carlos, which is no less than ninety-three miles
from the Corcovado. In the morning the volcano became tranquil.</p>

<img src="/res/beagleimg/pl66.jpg" width="301" height="187" alt= "Panoramic view of coast" class="center"/>

<p>I was surprised at hearing afterwards that Aconcagua in Chile,
480 miles northwards, was in action on the same night; and still
more surprised to hear that the great eruption of Coseguina (2700
miles north of Aconcagua), accompanied by an earthquake felt over
1000 miles, also occurred within six hours of this same time. This
coincidence is the more remarkable, as Coseguina had been dormant
for twenty-six years: and Aconcagua most rarely shows any signs of
action. It is difficult even to conjecture whether this coincidence
was accidental, or shows some subterranean connection. If Vesuvius,
Etna, and Hecla in Iceland (all three relatively nearer each other
than the corresponding points in South America), suddenly burst forth in eruption on the same night, the
coincidence would be thought remarkable; but it is far more
remarkable in this case, where the three vents fall on the same
great mountain-chain, and where the vast plains along the entire
eastern coast, and the upraised recent shells along more than 2000
miles on the western coast, show in how equable and connected a
manner the elevatory forces have acted.</p>

<img src="/res/beagleimg/pl67.jpg" width="303" height="186" alt= "Inside island of Chiloe" class="center"/>

<p>Captain Fitz Roy being anxious that some bearings should be
taken on the outer coast of Chiloe, it was planned that Mr. King
and myself should ride to Castro, and thence across the island to
the Capella de Cucao, situated on the west coast. Having hired
horses and a guide, we set out on the morning of the 22nd. We had
not proceeded far, before we were joined by a woman and two boys,
who were bent on the same journey. Every one on this road acts on a
&#8220;hail-fellow-well-met&#8221; fashion; and one may here enjoy the
privilege, so rare in South America, of travelling without
firearms. At first the country consisted of a succession of hills
and valleys: nearer to Castro it became very level. The road itself
is a curious affair; it consists in its whole length, with the
exception of very few parts, of great logs of wood, which are
either broad and laid longitudinally, or narrow and placed
transversely. In summer the road is not very bad: but in winter,
when the wood is rendered slippery from rain, travelling is
exceedingly difficult. At that time of the year, the ground on each side
becomes a morass, and is often overflowed: hence it is necessary
that the longitudinal logs should be fastened down by transverse
poles, which are pegged on each side into the earth. These pegs
render a fall from a horse dangerous, as the chance of alighting on
one of them is not small. It is remarkable, however, how active
custom has made the Chilotan horses. In crossing bad parts, where
the logs had been displaced, they skipped from one to the other,
almost with the quickness and certainty of a dog. On both hands the
road is bordered by the lofty forest-trees, with their bases matted
together by canes. When occasionally a long reach of this avenue
could be beheld, it presented a curious scene of uniformity: the
white line of logs, narrowing in perspective, became hidden by the
gloomy forest, or terminated in a zigzag which ascended some steep
hill.</p>

<p>Although the distance from S. Carlos to Castro is only twelve
leagues in a straight line, the formation of the road must have
been a great labour. I was told that several people had formerly
lost their lives in attempting to cross the forest. The first who
succeeded was an Indian, who cut his way through the canes in eight
days, and reached S. Carlos: he was rewarded by the Spanish
government with a grant of land. During the summer, many of the
Indians wander about the forests (but chiefly in the higher parts,
where the woods are not quite so thick), in search of the half-wild
cattle which live on the leaves of the cane and certain trees. It
was one of these huntsmen who by chance discovered, a few years
since, an English vessel, which had been wrecked on the outer
coast. The crew were beginning to fail in provisions, and it is not
probable that, without the aid of this man, they would ever have
extricated themselves from these scarcely penetrable woods. As it
was, one seaman died on the march, from fatigue. The Indians in
these excursions steer by the sun; so that if there is a
continuance of cloudy weather, they cannot travel.</p>

<p>The day was beautiful, and the number of trees which were in
full flower perfumed the air; yet even this could hardly dissipate
the effect of the gloomy dampness of the forest. Moreover, the many
dead trunks that stand like skeletons, never fail to give to these
primeval woods a character of solemnity, absent in those of countries long civilised. Shortly after sunset we
bivouacked for the night. Our female companion, who was rather
good-looking, belonged to one of the most respectable families in
Castro: she rode, however, astride, and without shoes or stockings.
I was surprised at the total want of pride shown by her and her
brother. They brought food with them, but at all our meals sat
watching Mr. King and myself whilst eating, till we were fairly
shamed into feeding the whole party. The night was cloudless; and
while lying in our beds, we enjoyed the sight (and it is a high
enjoyment) of the multitude of stars which illumined the darkness
of the forest.</p>

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		<description><![CDATA[In Tierra del Fuego, above the region of woodland, the former of
these eminently sociable plants is the chief agent in the
production of peat. Fresh leaves are always succeeding one to the
other round the central tap-root, the lower ones soon decay, and in
tracing a root downwards in the peat, the leaves, yet holding their
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='lastday'><p>In Tierra del Fuego, above the region of woodland, the former of
these eminently sociable plants is the chief agent in the
production of peat. Fresh leaves are always succeeding one to the
other round the central tap-root, the lower ones soon decay, and in
tracing a root downwards in the peat, the leaves, yet holding their
place, can be observed passing through every stage of
decomposition, till the whole becomes blended in one confused mass.
The Astelia is assisted by a few other plants,&mdash;here and there
a small creeping Myrtus (<i lang="la">M. nummularia</i>), with a woody stem like our
cranberry and with a sweet berry, &mdash;an Empetrum (<i lang="la">E. rubrum</i>), like our heath,&mdash;a rush
(<i lang="la">Juncus grandiflorus</i>), are nearly the only ones that grow on the
swampy surface. These plants, though possessing a very close
general resemblance to the English species of the same genera, are
different. In the more level parts of the country, the surface of
the peat is broken up into little pools of water, which stand at
different heights, and appear as if artificially excavated. Small
streams of water, flowing underground, complete the disorganisation
of the vegetable matter, and consolidate the whole.</p>

</div><p>The climate of the southern part of America appears particularly
favourable to the production of peat. In the Falkland Islands
almost every kind of plant, even the coarse grass which covers the
whole surface of the land, becomes converted into this substance:
scarcely any situation checks its growth; some of the beds are as
much as twelve feet thick, and the lower part becomes so solid when
dry, that it will hardly burn. Although every plant lends its aid,
yet in most parts the Astelia is the most efficient. It is rather a
singular circumstance, as being so very different from what occurs
in Europe, that I nowhere saw moss forming by its decay any portion
of the peat in South America. With respect to the northern limit at
which the climate allows of that peculiar kind of slow
decomposition which is necessary for its production, I believe that
in Chiloe (lat. 41&deg; to 42&deg;), although there is much swampy
ground, no well-characterised peat occurs: but in the Chonos
Islands, three degrees farther southward, we have seen that it is
abundant. On the eastern coast in La Plata (lat. 35&deg;) I was
told by a Spanish resident who had visited Ireland, that he had
often sought for this substance, but had never been able to find
any. He showed me, as the nearest approach to it which he had
discovered, a black peaty soil, so penetrated with roots as to
allow of an extremely slow and imperfect combustion.</p>

<div class="rightfootnote">135. It is said that some rapacious birds bring their prey alive to their nests. If so, in the course of centuries, every now and then, one might escape from the young birds. Some such agency is necessary, to account for the distribution of the smaller gnawing animals on islands not very near each other.</div>
<p>The zoology of these broken islets of the Chonos Archipelago is,
as might have been expected, very poor. Of quadrupeds two aquatic
kinds are common. The <i lang="la">Myopotamus Coypus</i> (like a beaver, but with a
round tail) is well known from its fine fur, which is an object of
trade throughout the tributaries of La Plata. It here, however, exclusively frequents salt water; which
same circumstance has been mentioned as sometimes occurring with
the great rodent, the Capybara. A small sea-otter is very numerous;
this animal does not feed exclusively on fish, but, like the seals,
draws a large supply from a small red crab, which swims in shoals
near the surface of the water. Mr. Bynoe saw one in Tierra del
Fuego eating a cuttle-fish; and at Low&#8217;s Harbour, another was
killed in the act of carrying to its hole a large volute shell. At
one place I caught in a trap a singular little mouse (<i lang="la">M. brachiotis</i>); it appeared common on several of the islets, but the
Chilotans at Low&#8217;s Harbour said that it was not found in all. What
a succession of chances,<span title="135. It is said that some rapacious birds bring their prey alive to their nests. If so, in the course of centuries, every now and then, one might escape from the young birds. Some such agency is necessary, to account for the distribution of the smaller gnawing animals on islands not very near each other." class="rightfootnote">135</span> or what changes of level must
have been brought into play, thus to spread these small animals
throughout this broken archipelago!</p>

<p>In all parts of Chiloe and Chonos, two very strange birds occur,
which are allied to, and replace, the Turco and Tapacolo of central
Chile. One is called by the inhabitants &#8220;Cheucau&#8221; (<i lang="la">Pteroptochos rubecula</i>): it frequents the most gloomy and retired spots within
the damp forests. Sometimes, although its cry may be heard close at
hand, let a person watch ever so attentively he will not see the
cheucau; at other times let him stand motionless and the
red-breasted little bird will approach within a few feet in the
most familiar manner. It then busily hops about the entangled mass
of rotting canes and branches, with its little tail cocked upwards.
The cheucau is held in superstitious fear by the Chilotans, on
account of its strange and varied cries. There are three very
distinct cries: One is called &#8220;chiduco,&#8221; and is an omen of good;
another, &#8220;huitreu,&#8221; which is extremely unfavourable; and a third,
which I have forgotten. These words are given in imitation of the
noises; and the natives are in some things absolutely governed by
them. The Chilotans assuredly have chosen a most comical little
creature for their prophet. An allied species, but rather larger,
is called by the natives &#8220;Guid-guid&#8221; (<i lang="la">Pteroptochos Tarnii</i>), and by
the English the barking-bird. This latter name is well given;
for I defy any one at first to feel certain that a small dog is not
yelping somewhere in the forest. Just as with the cheucau, a person
will sometimes hear the bark close by, but in vain may endeavour by
watching, and with still less chance by beating the bushes, to see
the bird; yet at other times the guid-guid fearlessly comes near.
Its manner of feeding and its general habits are very similar to
those of the cheucau.</p>

<div class="leftfootnote">136. I may mention, as a proof of how great a difference there is between the seasons of the wooded and the open parts of this coast, that on September 20th, in lat. 34&deg;, these birds had young ones in the nest, while among the Chonos Islands, three months later in the summer, they were only laying, the difference in latitude between these two places being about 700 miles.</div>
<p>On the coast,<span title="136. I may mention, as a proof of how great a difference there is between the seasons of the wooded and the open parts of this coast, that on September 20th, in lat. 34&deg;, these birds had young ones in the nest, while among the Chonos Islands, three months later in the summer, they were only laying, the difference in latitude between these two places being about 700 miles." class="leftfootnote">136</span> a small dusky-coloured bird
(<i lang="la">Opetiorhynchus Patagonicus</i>) is very common. It is remarkable from
its quiet habits; it lives entirely on the sea-beach, like a
sandpiper. Besides these birds only few others inhabit this broken
land. In my rough notes I describe the strange noises, which,
although frequently heard within these gloomy forests, yet scarcely
disturb the general silence. The yelping of the guid-guid, and the
sudden whew-whew of the cheucau, sometimes come from afar off, and
sometimes from close at hand; the little black wren of Tierra del
Fuego occasionally adds its cry; the creeper (Oxyurus) follows the
intruder screaming and twittering; the humming-bird may be seen
every now and then darting from side to side, and emitting, like an
insect, its shrill chirp; lastly, from the top of some lofty tree
the indistinct but plaintive note of the white-tufted
tyrant-flycatcher (Myiobius) may be noticed. From the great
preponderance in most countries of certain common genera of birds,
such as the finches, one feels at first surprised at meeting with
the peculiar forms above enumerated, as the commonest birds in any
district. In central Chile two of them, namely, the Oxyurus and
Scytalopus, occur, although most rarely. When finding, as in this
case, animals which seem to play so insignificant a part in the
great scheme of nature, one is apt to wonder why they were created.
But it should always be recollected, that in some other country
perhaps they are essential members of society, or at some former
period may have been so. If America south of 37&deg; were sunk
beneath the waters of the ocean, these two birds might continue to
exist in central Chile for a long period, but it is very improbable
that their numbers would increase. We should then see a case which must inevitably have happened with
very many animals.</p>

<p>These southern seas are frequented by several species of
Petrels: the largest kind, <i lang="la">Procellaria gigantea</i>, or nelly
(quebrantahuesos, or break-bones, of the Spaniards), is a common
bird, both in the inland channels and on the open sea. In its
habits and manner of flight there is a very close resemblance with
the albatross; and as with the albatross, a person may watch it for
hours together without seeing on what it feeds. The &#8220;break-bones&#8221;
is, however, a rapacious bird, for it was observed by some of the
officers at Port St. Antonio chasing a diver, which tried to escape
by diving and flying, but was continually struck down, and at last
killed by a blow on its head. At Port St. Julian these great
petrels were seen killing and devouring young gulls. A second
species (<i lang="la">Puffinus cinereus</i>), which is common to Europe, Cape Horn,
and the coast of Peru, is of a much smaller size than the <i lang="la">P. gigantea</i>, but, like it, of a dirty black colour. It generally
frequents the inland sounds in very large flocks: I do not think I
ever saw so many birds of any other sort together, as I once saw of
these behind the island of Chiloe. Hundreds of thousands flew in an
irregular line for several hours in one direction. When part of the
flock settled on the water the surface was blackened, and a noise
proceeded from them as of human beings talking in the distance.</p>

<p>There are several other species of petrels, but I will only
mention one other kind, the <i lang="la">Pelacanoides Berardi</i>, which offers an
example of those extraordinary cases, of a bird evidently belonging
to one well-marked family, yet both in its habits and structure
allied to a very distinct tribe. This bird never leaves the quiet
inland sounds. When disturbed it dives to a distance, and on coming
to the surface, with the same movement takes flight. After flying
by the rapid movement of its short wings for a space in a straight
line, it drops, as if struck dead, and dives again. The form of its
beak and nostrils, length of foot, and even the colouring of its
plumage, show that this bird is a petrel: on the other hand, its
short wings and consequent little power of flight, its form of body
and shape of tail, the absence of a hind toe to its foot, its habit
of living, and its choice of situation, make it at first
doubtful whether its relationship is not equally close with the auks. It
would undoubtedly be mistaken for an auk, when seen from a
distance, either on the wing, or when diving and quietly swimming
about the retired channels of Tierra del Fuego.</p>

 
 


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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='lastday'><p><em>January 1st, 1835.</em>&mdash;The new year is ushered in with
the ceremonies proper to it in these regions. She lays out no false
hopes: a heavy north-western gale, with steady rain, bespeaks the
rising year. Thank God, we are not destined here to see the end of
it, but hope then to be in the Pacific Ocean, where a blue sky
tells one there is a heaven,&mdash;a something beyond the clouds
above our heads.</p>

</div><p>The north-west winds prevailing for the next four days, we only
managed to cross a great bay, and then anchored in another secure
harbour. I accompanied the Captain in a boat to the head of a deep
creek. On the way the number of seals which we saw was quite
astonishing: every bit of flat rock and parts of the beach were
covered with them. They appeared to be of a loving disposition, and
lay huddled together, fast asleep, like so many pigs; but even pigs
would have been ashamed of their dirt, and of the foul smell which
came from them. Each herd was watched by the patient but
inauspicious eyes of the turkey-buzzard. This disgusting bird, with
its bald scarlet head, formed to wallow in putridity, is very
common on the west coast, and their attendance on the seals shows
on what they rely for their food. We found the water (probably only
that of the surface) nearly fresh: this was caused by the number of
torrents which, in the form of cascades, came tumbling over the
bold granite mountains into the sea. The fresh water attracts the
fish, and these bring many terns, gulls, and two kinds of
cormorant. We saw also a pair of the beautiful black-necked swans,
and several small sea-otters, the fur of which is held in such high
estimation. In returning, we were again amused by the impetuous manner in which the heap of
seals, old and young, tumbled into the water as the boat passed.
They did not remain long under water, but rising, followed us with
outstretched necks, expressing great wonder and curiosity.</p>

<p><em>7th.</em>&mdash;Having run up the coast, we anchored near the
northern end of the Chonos Archipelago, in Low&#8217;s Harbour, where we
remained a week. The islands were here, as in Chiloe, composed of a
stratified, soft, littoral deposit; and the vegetation in
consequence was beautifully luxuriant. The woods came down to the
sea-beach, just in the manner of an evergreen shrubbery over a
gravel walk. We also enjoyed from the anchorage a splendid view of
four great snowy cones of the Cordillera, including &#8220;el famoso
Corcovado;&#8221; the range itself had in this latitude so little height,
that few parts of it appeared above the tops of the neighbouring
islets. We found here a party of five men from Caylen, &#8220;el fin del
Cristiandad,&#8221; who had most adventurously crossed in their miserable
boat-canoe, for the purpose of fishing, the open space of sea which
separates Chonos from Chiloe. These islands will, in all
probability, in a short time become peopled like those adjoining
the coast of Chiloe.</p>

<div class="rightfootnote">133. <cite>Horticultural Transact.</cite> vol. v, p. 249. Mr. Caldeleugh sent home two tubers, which, being well manured, even the first season produced numerous potatoes and an abundance of leaves. See Humboldt&#8217;s interesting discussion on this plant, which it appears was unknown in Mexico,&mdash;in <cite>Polit. Essay on New Spain</cite>, book iv, chap. ix.</div>
<p>The wild potato grows on these islands in great abundance, on
the sandy, shelly soil near the sea-beach. The tallest plant was
four feet in height. The tubers were generally small, but I found
one, of an oval shape, two inches in diameter: they resembled in
every respect, and had the same smell as English potatoes; but when
boiled they shrunk much, and were watery and insipid, without any
bitter taste. They are undoubtedly here indigenous: they grow as
far south, according to Mr. Low, as lat. 50&deg;, and are called
Aquinas by the wild Indians of that part: the Chilotan Indians have
a different name for them. Professor Henslow, who has examined the
dried specimens which I brought home, says that they are the same
with those described by Mr. Sabine<span title="133. Horticultural Transact. vol. v, p. 249. Mr. Caldeleugh sent home two tubers, which, being well manured, even the first season produced numerous potatoes and an abundance of leaves. See Humboldt's interesting discussion on this plant, which it appears was unknown in Mexico,&mdash;in Polit. Essay on New Spain, book iv, chap. ix." class="rightfootnote">133</span> from Valparaiso, but
that they form a variety which by some botanists has been considered as
specifically distinct. It is remarkable that the same plant should
be found on the sterile mountains of central Chile, where a drop of
rain does not fall for more than six months, and within the damp
forests of these southern islands.</p>

<div class="leftfootnote">134. By sweeping with my insect-net, I procured from these situations a considerable number of minute insects, of the family of Staphylinid&aelig;, and others allied to Pselaphus, and minute Hymenoptera. But the most characteristic family in number, both of individuals and species, throughout the more open parts of Chiloe and Chonos is that of Telephorid&aelig;.</div>
<p>In the central parts of the Chonos Archipelago (lat. 45&deg;),
the forest has very much the same character with that along the
whole west coast, for 600 miles southward to Cape Horn. The
arborescent grass of Chiloe is not found here; while the beech of
Tierra del Fuego grows to a good size, and forms a considerable
proportion of the wood; not, however, in the same exclusive manner
as it does farther southward. Cryptogamic plants here find a most
congenial climate. In the Strait of Magellan, as I have before
remarked, the country appears too cold and wet to allow of their
arriving at perfection; but in these islands, within the forest,
the number of species and great abundance of mosses, lichens, and
small ferns, is quite extraordinary.<span title="134. By sweeping with my insect-net, I procured from these situations a considerable number of minute insects, of the family of Staphylinid&aelig;, and others allied to Pselaphus, and minute Hymenoptera. But the most characteristic family in number, both of individuals and species, throughout the more open parts of Chiloe and Chonos is that of Telephorid&aelig;." class="leftfootnote">134</span> In Tierra del
Fuego trees grow only on the hillsides; every level piece of land
being invariably covered by a thick bed of peat; but in Chiloe flat
land supports the most luxuriant forests. Here, within the Chonos
Archipelago, the nature of the climate more closely approaches that
of Tierra del Fuego than that of northern Chiloe; for every patch
of level ground is covered by two species of plants (<i lang="la">Astelia pumila</i>
and <i lang="la">Donatia magellanica</i>), which by their joint decay compose a
thick bed of elastic peat.</p>

<p>In Tierra del Fuego, above the region of woodland, the former of
these eminently sociable plants is the chief agent in the
production of peat. Fresh leaves are always succeeding one to the
other round the central tap-root, the lower ones soon decay, and in
tracing a root downwards in the peat, the leaves, yet holding their
place, can be observed passing through every stage of
decomposition, till the whole becomes blended in one confused mass.
The Astelia is assisted by a few other plants,&mdash;here and there
a small creeping Myrtus (<i lang="la">M. nummularia</i>), with a woody stem like our
cranberry and with a sweet berry, &mdash;an Empetrum (<i lang="la">E. rubrum</i>), like our heath,&mdash;a rush
(<i lang="la">Juncus grandiflorus</i>), are nearly the only ones that grow on the
swampy surface. These plants, though possessing a very close
general resemblance to the English species of the same genera, are
different. In the more level parts of the country, the surface of
the peat is broken up into little pools of water, which stand at
different heights, and appear as if artificially excavated. Small
streams of water, flowing underground, complete the disorganisation
of the vegetable matter, and consolidate the whole.</p>

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='lastday'><p>We stayed here three days. The weather continued bad: but this
did not much signify, for the surface of the land in all these
islands is all but impassable. The coast is so very rugged that to
attempt to walk in that direction requires continued scrambling up and down over the sharp rocks of
mica-slate; and as for the woods, our faces, hands, and shin-bones
all bore witness to the maltreatment we received, in merely
attempting to penetrate their forbidden recesses.</p>

</div><p><em>December 18th.</em>&mdash;We stood out to sea. On the 20th we
bade farewell to the south, and with a fair wind turned the ship&#8217;s
head northward. From Cape Tres Montes we sailed pleasantly along
the lofty weather-beaten coast, which is remarkable for the bold
outline of its hills, and the thick covering of forest even on the
almost precipitous flanks. The next day a harbour was discovered,
which on this dangerous coast might be of great service to a
distressed vessel. It can easily be recognised by a hill 1600 feet
high, which is even more perfectly conical than the famous
sugar-loaf at Rio de Janeiro. The next day, after anchoring, I
succeeded in reaching the summit of this hill. It was a laborious
undertaking, for the sides were so steep that in some parts it was
necessary to use the trees as ladders. There were also several
extensive brakes of the Fuchsia, covered with its beautiful
drooping flowers, but very difficult to crawl through. In these
wild countries it gives much delight to gain the summit of any
mountain. There is an indefinite expectation of seeing something
very strange, which, however often it may be balked, never failed
with me to recur on each successive attempt. Every one must know
the feeling of triumph and pride which a grand view from a height
communicates to the mind. In these little frequented countries
there is also joined to it some vanity, that you perhaps are the
first man who ever stood on this pinnacle or admired this view.</p>

<p>A strong desire is always felt to ascertain whether any human
being has previously visited an unfrequented spot. A bit of wood
with a nail in it is picked up and studied as if it were covered
with hieroglyphics. Possessed with this feeling, I was much
interested by finding, on a wild part of the coast, a bed made of
grass beneath a ledge of rock. Close by it there had been a fire,
and the man had used an axe. The fire, bed, and situation showed
the dexterity of an Indian; but he could scarcely have been an
Indian, for the race is in this part extinct, owing to the Catholic
desire of making at one blow Christians and Slaves. I had at the
time some misgivings that the solitary man who had made his bed on this wild spot,
must have been some poor shipwrecked sailor, who, in trying to
travel up the coast, had here laid himself down for his dreary
night.</p>

<p><em>December 28th.</em>&mdash;The weather continued very bad, but
it at last permitted us to proceed with the survey. The time hung
heavy on our hands, as it always did when we were delayed from day
to day by successive gales of wind. In the evening another harbour
was discovered, where we anchored. Directly afterwards a man was
seen waving his shirt, and a boat was sent which brought back two
seamen. A party of six had run away from an American whaling
vessel, and had landed a little to the southward in a boat, which
was shortly afterwards knocked to pieces by the surf. They had now
been wandering up and down the coast for fifteen months, without
knowing which way to go, or where they were. What a singular piece
of good fortune it was that this harbour was now discovered! Had it
not been for this one chance, they might have wandered till they
had grown old men, and at last have perished on this wild coast.
Their sufferings had been very great, and one of their party had
lost his life by falling from the cliffs. They were sometimes
obliged to separate in search of food, and this explained the bed
of the solitary man. Considering what they had undergone, I think
they had kept a very good reckoning of time, for they had lost only
four days.</p>

<p><em>December 30th.</em>&mdash;We anchored in a snug little cove at
the foot of some high hills, near the northern extremity of Tres
Montes. After breakfast the next morning a party ascended one of
these mountains, which was 2400 feet high. The scenery was
remarkable. The chief part of the range was composed of grand,
solid, abrupt masses of granite, which appeared as if they had been
coeval with the beginning of the world. The granite was capped with
mica-slate, and this in the lapse of ages had been worn into
strange finger-shaped points. These two formations, thus differing
in their outlines, agree in being almost destitute of vegetation.
This barrenness had to our eyes a strange appearance, from having
been so long accustomed to the sight of an almost universal forest
of dark-green trees. I took much delight in examining the structure of these mountains. The complicated and lofty ranges
bore a noble aspect of durability&mdash;equally profitless,
however, to man and to all other animals. Granite to the geologist
is classic ground: from its widespread limits, and its beautiful
and compact texture, few rocks have been more anciently recognised.
Granite has given rise, perhaps, to more discussion concerning its
origin than any other formation. We generally see it constituting
the fundamental rock, and, however formed, we know it is the
deepest layer in the crust of this globe to which man has
penetrated. The limit of man&#8217;s knowledge in any subject possesses a
high interest, which is perhaps increased by its close
neighbourhood to the realms of imagination.</p>

<p><em>January 1st, 1835.</em>&mdash;The new year is ushered in with
the ceremonies proper to it in these regions. She lays out no false
hopes: a heavy north-western gale, with steady rain, bespeaks the
rising year. Thank God, we are not destined here to see the end of
it, but hope then to be in the Pacific Ocean, where a blue sky
tells one there is a heaven,&mdash;a something beyond the clouds
above our heads.</p>

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