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		<description><![CDATA[December 6th.&#8212;The Beagle sailed from the Rio
Plata, never again to enter its muddy stream. Our course was
directed to Port Desire, on the coast of Patagonia. Before
proceeding any farther, I will here put together a few observations
made at sea.

85. Lyell&#8217;s Principles of Geology, vol. iii, p. 63.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='lastday'><p><em>December 6th.</em>&mdash;The <i class="ship">Beagle</i> sailed from the Rio
Plata, never again to enter its muddy stream. Our course was
directed to Port Desire, on the coast of Patagonia. Before
proceeding any farther, I will here put together a few observations
made at sea.</p>

<div class="rightfootnote">85. Lyell&#8217;s <cite>Principles of Geology</cite>, vol. iii, p. 63.</div>
<p>Several times when the ship has been some miles off the mouth of
the Plata, and at other times when off the shores of Northern
Patagonia, we have been surrounded by insects. One evening, when we
were about ten miles from the Bay of San Blas, vast numbers of
butterflies, in bands or flocks of countless myriads, extended as
far as the eye could range. Even by the aid of a telescope it was not possible to see a space free from
butterflies. The seamen cried out &#8220;it was snowing butterflies,&#8221; and
such in fact was the appearance. More species than one were
present, but the main part belonged to a kind very similar to, but
not identical with, the common English <i lang="la">Colias edusa</i>. Some moths and
hymenoptera accompanied the butterflies; and a fine beetle
(Calosoma) flew on board. Other instances are known of this beetle
having been caught far out at sea; and this is the more remarkable,
as the greater number of the Carabidae seldom or never take wing.
The day had been fine and calm, and the one previous to it equally
so, with light and variable airs. Hence we cannot suppose that the
insects were blown off the land, but we must conclude that they
voluntarily took flight. The great bands of the Colias seem at
first to afford an instance like those on record of the migrations
of another butterfly, <i lang="la">Vanessa cardui</i>;<span title="85. Lyell's Principles of Geology, vol. iii, p. 63." class="rightfootnote">85</span> but the presence
of other insects makes the case distinct, and even less
intelligible. Before sunset a strong breeze sprung up from the
north, and this must have caused tens of thousands of the
butterflies and other insects to have perished.</p>

</div><div class="leftfootnote">86. The flies which frequently accompany a ship for some days on its passage from harbour to harbour, wandering from the vessel, are soon lost, and all disappear.</div>
<p>On another occasion, when seventeen miles off Cape Corrientes, I
had a net overboard to catch pelagic animals. Upon drawing it up,
to my surprise I found a considerable number of beetles in it, and
although in the open sea, they did not appear much injured by the
salt water. I lost some of the specimens, but those which I
preserved belonged to the genera Colymbetes, Hydroporus, Hydrobius
(two species), Notaphus, Cynucus, Adimonia, and Scarabaeus. At
first I thought that these insects had been blown from the shore;
but upon reflecting that out of the eight species four were
aquatic, and two others partly so in their habits, it appeared to
me most probable that they were floated into the sea by a small
stream which drains a lake near Cape Corrientes. On any supposition
it is an interesting circumstance to find live insects swimming in
the open ocean seventeen miles from the nearest point of land.
There are several accounts of insects having been blown off the
Patagonian shore. Captain Cook observed it, as did more lately
Captain King of the &#8220;Adventure.&#8221; The cause probably is due to the
want of shelter, both of trees and hills, so that an insect on the wing with an offshore breeze, would be very apt to
be blown out to sea. The most remarkable instance I have known of
an insect being caught far from the land, was that of a large
grasshopper (Acrydium), which flew on board, when the &#8220;Beagle&#8221; was
to windward of the Cape de Verd Islands, and when the nearest point
of land, not directly opposed to the trade-wind, was Cape Blanco on
the coast of Africa, 370 miles distant.<span title="86. The flies which frequently accompany a ship for some days on its passage from harbour to harbour, wandering from the vessel, are soon lost, and all disappear." class="leftfootnote">86</span></p>

<p>On several occasions, when the <i class="ship">Beagle</i> has been within the
mouth of the Plata, the rigging has been coated with the web of the
Gossamer Spider. One day (November 1st, 1832) I paid particular
attention to this subject. The weather had been fine and clear, and
in the morning the air was full of patches of the flocculent web,
as on an autumnal day in England. The ship was sixty miles distant
from the land, in the direction of a steady though light breeze.
Vast numbers of a small spider, about one-tenth of an inch in
length, and of a dusky red colour, were attached to the webs. There
must have been, I should suppose, some thousands on the ship. The
little spider, when first coming in contact with the rigging, was
always seated on a single thread, and not on the flocculent mass.
This latter seems merely to be produced by the entanglement of the
single threads. The spiders were all of one species, but of both
sexes, together with young ones. These latter were distinguished by
their smaller size and more dusky colour. I will not give the
description of this spider, but merely state that it does not
appear to me to be included in any of Latreille&#8217;s genera. The
little aeronaut as soon as it arrived on board was very active,
running about, sometimes letting itself fall, and then reascending
the same thread; sometimes employing itself in making a small and
very irregular mesh in the corners between the ropes. It could run
with facility on the surface of water. When disturbed it lifted up
its front legs, in the attitude of attention. On its first arrival
it appeared very thirsty, and with exserted maxill&aelig; drank
eagerly of drops of water; this same circumstance has been observed
by Strack: may it not be in consequence of the little insect having
passed through a dry and rarefied atmosphere? Its stock of web
seemed inexhaustible. While watching some that were suspended by a single thread, I several
times observed that the slightest breath of air bore them away out
of sight, in a horizontal line. On another occasion (25th) under
similar circumstances, I repeatedly observed the same kind of small
spider, either when placed or having crawled on some little
eminence, elevate its abdomen, send forth a thread, and then sail
away horizontally, but with a rapidity which was quite
unaccountable. I thought I could perceive that the spider, before
performing the above preparatory steps, connected its legs together
with the most delicate threads, but I am not sure whether this
observation was correct.</p>

<div class="rightfootnote">87. Mr. Blackwall, in his <cite>Researches in Zoology</cite>, has many excellent observations on the habits of spiders.</div>
<p>One day, at St. F&eacute;, I had a better opportunity of
observing some similar facts. A spider which was about three-tenths
of an inch in length, and which in its general appearance resembled
a Citigrade (therefore quite different from the gossamer), while
standing on the summit of a post, darted forth four or five threads
from its spinners. These, glittering in the sunshine, might be
compared to diverging rays of light; they were not, however,
straight, but in undulations like films of silk blown by the wind.
They were more than a yard in length, and diverged in an ascending
direction from the orifices. The spider then suddenly let go its
hold of the post, and was quickly borne out of sight. The day was
hot and apparently quite calm; yet under such circumstances, the
atmosphere can never be so tranquil as not to affect a vane so
delicate as the thread of a spider&#8217;s web. If during a warm day we
look either at the shadow of any object cast on a bank, or over a
level plain at a distant landmark, the effect of an ascending
current of heated air is almost always evident: such upward
currents, it has been remarked, are also shown by the ascent of
soap-bubbles, which will not rise in an indoors room. Hence I think
there is not much difficulty in understanding the ascent of the
fine lines projected from a spider&#8217;s spinners, and afterwards of
the spider itself; the divergence of the lines has been attempted
to be explained, I believe by Mr. Murray, by their similar
electrical condition. The circumstance of spiders of the same
species, but of different sexes and ages, being found on several
occasions at the distance of many leagues from the land, attached
in vast numbers to the lines, renders it probable that the habit of
sailing through the air is as characteristic of this tribe, as that of diving is of the Argyroneta. We may then
reject Latreille&#8217;s supposition, that the gossamer owes its origin
indifferently to the young of several genera of spiders: although,
as we have seen, the young of other spiders do possess the power of
performing aerial voyages.<span title="87. Mr. Blackwall, in his Researches in Zoology, has many excellent observations on the habits of spiders." class="rightfootnote">87</span></p>

<p>During our different passages south of the Plata, I often towed
astern a net made of bunting, and thus caught many curious animals.
Of Crustacea there were many strange and undescribed genera. One,
which in some respects is allied to the Notopods (or those crabs
which have their posterior legs placed almost on their backs, for
the purpose of adhering to the under side of rocks), is very
remarkable from the structure of its hind pair of legs. The
penultimate joint, instead of terminating in a simple claw, ends in
three bristle-like appendages of dissimilar lengths&mdash;the
longest equalling that of the entire leg. These claws are very
thin, and are serrated with the finest teeth, directed backwards:
their curved extremities are flattened, and on this part five most
minute cups are placed which seem to act in the same manner as the
suckers on the arms of the cuttle-fish. As the animal lives in the
open sea, and probably wants a place of rest, I suppose this
beautiful and most anomalous structure is adapted to take hold of
floating marine animals.</p>

<p>In deep water, far from the land, the number of living creatures
is extremely small: south of the latitude 35&deg;, I never
succeeded in catching anything besides some beroe, and a few
species of minute entomostracous crustacea. In shoaler water, at
the distance of a few miles from the coast, very many kinds of
crustacea and some other animals are numerous, but only during the
night. Between latitudes 56&deg; and 57&deg; south of Cape Horn,
the net was put astern several times; it never, however, brought up
anything besides a few of two extremely minute species of
Entomostraca. Yet whales and seals, petrels and albatross, are
exceedingly abundant throughout this part of the ocean. It has
always been a mystery to me on what the albatross, which lives far
from the shore, can subsist; I presume that, like the condor, it is
able to fast long; and that one good feast on the carcass of a
putrid whale lasts for a long time. The central and intertropical parts of the Atlantic swarm
with Pteropoda, Crustacea, and Radiata, and with their devourers
the flying-fish, and again with their devourers the bonitos and
albicores; I presume that the numerous lower pelagic animals feed
on the Infusoria, which are now known, from the researches of
Ehrenberg, to abound in the open ocean: but on what, in the clear
blue water, do these Infusoria subsist?</p>

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		<description><![CDATA[During the last six months I have had an opportunity of seeing a
little of the character of the inhabitants of these provinces. The
Gauchos, or countrymen, are very superior to those who reside in
the towns. The Gaucho is invariably most obliging, polite, and
hospitable: I did not meet with even one instance of rudeness or
inhospitality. He is [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='lastday'><p>During the last six months I have had an opportunity of seeing a
little of the character of the inhabitants of these provinces. The
Gauchos, or countrymen, are very superior to those who reside in
the towns. The Gaucho is invariably most obliging, polite, and
hospitable: I did not meet with even one instance of rudeness or
inhospitality. He is modest, both respecting himself and country,
but at the same time a spirited, bold fellow. On the other hand,
many robberies are committed, and there is much bloodshed: the
habit of constantly wearing the knife is the chief cause of the
latter. It is lamentable to hear how many lives are lost in
trifling quarrels. In fighting, each party tries to mark the face
of his adversary by slashing his nose or eyes; as is often attested by deep and
horrid-looking scars. Robberies are a natural consequence of
universal gambling, much drinking, and extreme indolence. At
Mercedes I asked two men why they did not work. One gravely said
the days were too long; the other that he was too poor. The number
of horses and the profusion of food are the destruction of all
industry. Moreover, there are so many feast-days; and again,
nothing can succeed without it be begun when the moon is on the
increase; so that half the month is lost from these two causes.</p>

</div><p>Police and justice are quite inefficient. If a man who is poor
commits murder and is taken, he will be imprisoned, and perhaps
even shot; but if he is rich and has friends, he may rely on it no
very severe consequence will ensue. It is curious that the most
respectable inhabitants of the country invariably assist a murderer
to escape: they seem to think that the individual sins against the
government, and not against the people. A traveller has no
protection besides his firearms; and the constant habit of carrying
them is the main check to more frequent robberies.</p>

<p>The character of the higher and more educated classes who reside
in the towns, partakes, but perhaps in a lesser degree, of the good
parts of the Gaucho, but is, I fear, stained by many vices of which
he is free. Sensuality, mockery of all religion, and the grossest
corruption, are far from uncommon. Nearly every public officer can
be bribed. The head man in the post-office sold forged government
franks. The governor and prime minister openly combined to plunder
the State. Justice, where gold came into play, was hardly expected
by any one. I knew an Englishman who went to the Chief Justice (he
told me that, not then understanding the ways of the place, he
trembled as he entered the room), and said, &#8220;Sir, I have come to
offer you two hundred (paper) dollars (value about five pounds
sterling) if you will arrest before a certain time a man who has
cheated me. I know it is against the law, but my lawyer (naming
him) recommended me to take this step.&#8221; The Chief Justice smiled
acquiescence, thanked him, and the man before night was safe in
prison. With this entire want of principle in many of the leading
men, with the country full of ill-paid turbulent officers, the
people yet hope that a democratic form of government can
succeed!</p>

<p>On first entering society in these countries, two or three
features strike one as particularly remarkable. The polite and
dignified manners pervading every rank of life, the excellent taste
displayed by the women in their dresses, and the equality amongst
all ranks. At the Rio Colorado some men who kept the humblest shops
used to dine with General Rosas. A son of a major at Bahia Blanca
gained his livelihood by making paper cigars, and he wished to
accompany me, as guide or servant, to Buenos Ayres, but his father
objected on the score of the danger alone. Many officers in the
army can neither read nor write, yet all meet in society as equals.
In Entre Rios, the Sala consisted of only six representatives. One
of them kept a common shop, and evidently was not degraded by the
office. All this is what would be expected in a new country;
nevertheless the absence of gentlemen by profession appears to an
Englishman something strange.</p>

<p>When speaking of these countries, the manner in which they have
been brought up by their unnatural parent, Spain, should always be
borne in mind. On the whole, perhaps, more credit is due for what
has been done, than blame for that which may be deficient. It is
impossible to doubt but that the extreme liberalism of these
countries must ultimately lead to good results. The very general
toleration of foreign religions, the regard paid to the means of
education, the freedom of the press, the facilities offered to all
foreigners, and especially, as I am bound to add, to every one
professing the humblest pretensions to science, should be
recollected with gratitude by those who have visited Spanish South
America.</p>

 
<p><em>December 6th.</em>&mdash;The <i class="ship">Beagle</i> sailed from the Rio
Plata, never again to enter its muddy stream. Our course was
directed to Port Desire, on the coast of Patagonia. Before
proceeding any farther, I will here put together a few observations
made at sea.</p>

<div class="rightfootnote">85. Lyell&#8217;s <cite>Principles of Geology</cite>, vol. iii, p. 63.</div>
<p>Several times when the ship has been some miles off the mouth of
the Plata, and at other times when off the shores of Northern
Patagonia, we have been surrounded by insects. One evening, when we
were about ten miles from the Bay of San Blas, vast numbers of
butterflies, in bands or flocks of countless myriads, extended as
far as the eye could range. Even by the aid of a telescope it was not possible to see a space free from
butterflies. The seamen cried out &#8220;it was snowing butterflies,&#8221; and
such in fact was the appearance. More species than one were
present, but the main part belonged to a kind very similar to, but
not identical with, the common English <i lang="la">Colias edusa</i>. Some moths and
hymenoptera accompanied the butterflies; and a fine beetle
(Calosoma) flew on board. Other instances are known of this beetle
having been caught far out at sea; and this is the more remarkable,
as the greater number of the Carabidae seldom or never take wing.
The day had been fine and calm, and the one previous to it equally
so, with light and variable airs. Hence we cannot suppose that the
insects were blown off the land, but we must conclude that they
voluntarily took flight. The great bands of the Colias seem at
first to afford an instance like those on record of the migrations
of another butterfly, <i lang="la">Vanessa cardui</i>;<span title="85. Lyell's Principles of Geology, vol. iii, p. 63." class="rightfootnote">85</span> but the presence
of other insects makes the case distinct, and even less
intelligible. Before sunset a strong breeze sprung up from the
north, and this must have caused tens of thousands of the
butterflies and other insects to have perished.</p>

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outstretched in a like manner, he wheeled round, with astonishing
force, in an opposite direction.

Such a horse is well broken; and although this at first may
appear useless, it is far otherwise. It is only carrying that which
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='lastday'><p>Then making a demi-volte in the air, with the other arm
outstretched in a like manner, he wheeled round, with astonishing
force, in an opposite direction.</p>

<p>Such a horse is well broken; and although this at first may
appear useless, it is far otherwise. It is only carrying that which
is daily necessary into perfection. When a bullock is checked and
caught by the lazo, it will sometimes gallop round and round in a
circle, and the horse being alarmed at the great strain, if not
well broken, will not readily turn like the pivot of a wheel. In
consequence many men have been killed; for if the lazo once takes a
twist round a man&#8217;s body, it will instantly, from the power of the
two opposed animals, almost cut him in twain. On the same principle
the races are managed; the course is only two or three hundred
yards long, the wish being to have horses that can make a rapid
dash. The racehorses are trained not only to stand with their hoofs
touching a line, but to draw all four feet together, so as at the
first spring to bring into play the full action of the
hind-quarters. In Chile I was told an anecdote, which I believe was
true; and it offers a good illustration of the use of a well-broken
animal. A respectable man riding one day met two others, one of
whom was mounted on a horse, which he knew to have been stolen from
himself. He challenged them; they answered him by drawing their
sabres and giving chase. The man, on his good and fleet beast, kept
just ahead: as he passed a thick bush he wheeled round it, and
brought up his horse to a dead check. The pursuers were obliged to
shoot on one side and ahead. Then instantly dashing on, right
behind them, he buried his knife in the back of one, wounded the
other, recovered his horse from the dying robber, and rode home.
For these feats of horsemanship two things are necessary: a most
severe bit, like the Mameluke, the power of which, though seldom
used, the horse knows full well; and large blunt spurs, that can be
applied either as a mere touch, or as an instrument of extreme
pain. I conceive that with English spurs, the slightest touch of
which pricks the skin, it would be impossible to break in a horse
after the South American fashion.</p>

</div><p>At an estancia near Las Vacas large numbers of mares are weekly
slaughtered for the sake of their hides, although worth only five
paper dollars, or about half a crown apiece. It seems at first strange that it can answer to kill mares for such a
trifle; but as it is thought ridiculous in this country ever to
break in or ride a mare, they are of no value except for breeding.
The only thing for which I ever saw mares used, was to tread out
wheat from the ear, for which purpose they were driven round a
circular enclosure, where the wheat-sheaves were strewed. The man
employed for slaughtering the mares happened to be celebrated for
his dexterity with the lazo. Standing at the distance of twelve
yards from the mouth of the corral, he has laid a wager that he
would catch by the legs every animal, without missing one, as it
rushed past him. There was another man who said he would enter the
corral on foot, catch a mare, fasten her front legs together, drive
her out, throw her down, kill, skin, and stake the hide for drying
(which latter is a tedious job); and he engaged that he would
perform this whole operation on twenty-two animals in one day. Or
he would kill and take the skin off fifty in the same time. This
would have been a prodigious task, for it is considered a good
day&#8217;s work to skin and stake the hides of fifteen or sixteen
animals.</p>

<div class="leftfootnote">84. I must express my obligation to Mr. Keane, at whose house I was staying on the Berquelo, and to Mr. Lumb at Buenos Ayres, for without their assistance these valuable remains would never have reached England.</div>
<p><em>November 26th.</em>&mdash;I set out on my return in a direct
line for Monte Video. Having heard of some giant&#8217;s bones at a
neighbouring farmhouse on the Sarandis, a small stream entering the
Rio Negro, I rode there accompanied by my host, and purchased for
the value of eighteenpence the head of the Toxodon.<span title="84. I must express my obligation to Mr. Keane, at whose house I was staying on the Berquelo, and to Mr. Lumb at Buenos Ayres, for without their assistance these valuable remains would never have reached England." class="leftfootnote">84</span>
When found it was quite perfect; but the boys knocked out some of
the teeth with stones, and then set up the head as a mark to throw
at. By a most fortunate chance I found a perfect tooth, which
exactly fitted one of the sockets in this skull, embedded by itself
on the banks of the Rio Tercero, at the distance of about 180 miles
from this place. I found remains of this extraordinary animal at
two other places, so that it must formerly have been common. I
found here, also, some large portions of the armour of a gigantic
armadillo-like animal, and part of the great head of a Mylodon. The
bones of this head are so fresh, that they contain, according to
the analysis by Mr. T. Reeks, seven per cent of animal matter; and
when placed in a spirit-lamp, they burn with a small flame.</p>

<p>The number of the remains embedded in the grand estuary deposit
which forms the Pampas and covers the granitic rocks of Banda
Oriental, must be extraordinarily great. I believe a straight line
drawn in any direction through the Pampas would cut through some
skeleton or bones. Besides those which I found during my short
excursions, I heard of many others, and the origin of such names as
&#8220;the stream of the animal,&#8221; &#8220;the hill of the giant,&#8221; is obvious. At
other times I heard of the marvellous property of certain rivers,
which had the power of changing small bones into large; or, as some
maintained, the bones themselves grew. As far as I am aware, not
one of these animals perished, as was formerly supposed, in the
marshes or muddy river-beds of the present land, but their bones
have been exposed by the streams intersecting the subaqueous
deposit in which they were originally embedded. We may conclude
that the whole area of the Pampas is one wide sepulchre of these
extinct gigantic quadrupeds.</p>

<p>By the middle of the day, on the 28th, we arrived at Monte
Video, having been two days and a half on the road. The country for
the whole way was of a very uniform character, some parts being
rather more rocky and hilly than near the Plata. Not far from Monte
Video we passed through the village of Las Pietras, so named from
some large rounded masses of syenite. Its appearance was rather
pretty. In this country a few fig-trees round a group of houses,
and a site elevated a hundred feet above the general level, ought
always to be called picturesque.</p>

 
<p>During the last six months I have had an opportunity of seeing a
little of the character of the inhabitants of these provinces. The
Gauchos, or countrymen, are very superior to those who reside in
the towns. The Gaucho is invariably most obliging, polite, and
hospitable: I did not meet with even one instance of rudeness or
inhospitality. He is modest, both respecting himself and country,
but at the same time a spirited, bold fellow. On the other hand,
many robberies are committed, and there is much bloodshed: the
habit of constantly wearing the knife is the chief cause of the
latter. It is lamentable to hear how many lives are lost in
trifling quarrels. In fighting, each party tries to mark the face
of his adversary by slashing his nose or eyes; as is often attested by deep and
horrid-looking scars. Robberies are a natural consequence of
universal gambling, much drinking, and extreme indolence. At
Mercedes I asked two men why they did not work. One gravely said
the days were too long; the other that he was too poor. The number
of horses and the profusion of food are the destruction of all
industry. Moreover, there are so many feast-days; and again,
nothing can succeed without it be begun when the moon is on the
increase; so that half the month is lost from these two causes.</p>

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ashamed of himself. On these occasions the house-dogs are very
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='lastday'><p>The shepherd-dog comes to the house every day for some meat, and as soon as it is given him, he skulks away as if
ashamed of himself. On these occasions the house-dogs are very
tyrannical, and the least of them will attack and pursue the
stranger. The minute, however, the latter has reached the flock, he
turns round and begins to bark, and then all the house-dogs take
very quickly to their heels. In a similar manner a whole pack of
the hungry wild dogs will scarcely ever (and I was told by some
never) venture to attack a flock guarded by even one of these
faithful shepherds. The whole account appears to me a curious
instance of the pliability of the affections in the dog; and yet,
whether wild or however educated, he has a feeling of respect or
fear for those that are fulfilling their instinct of association.
For we can understand on no principle the wild dogs being driven
away by the single one with its flock, except that they consider,
from some confused notion, that the one thus associated gains
power, as if in company with its own kind. F. Cuvier has observed
that all animals that readily enter into domestication consider man
as a member of their own society, and thus fulfil their instinct of
association. In the above case the shepherd-dog ranks the sheep as
its fellow-brethren, and thus gains confidence; and the wild dogs,
though knowing that the individual sheep are not dogs, but are good
to eat, yet partly consent to this view when seeing them in a flock
with a shepherd-dog at their head.</p>

</div><p>One evening a &#8220;domidor&#8221; (a subduer of horses) came for the
purpose of breaking-in some colts. I will describe the preparatory
steps, for I believe they have not been mentioned by other
travellers. A troop of wild young horses is driven into the corral,
or large enclosure of stakes, and the door is shut. We will suppose
that one man alone has to catch and mount a horse, which as yet had
never felt bridle or saddle. I conceive, except by a Gaucho, such a
feat would be utterly impracticable. The Gaucho picks out a
full-grown colt; and as the beast rushes round the circus, he
throws his lazo so as to catch both the front legs. Instantly the
horse rolls over with a heavy shock, and whilst struggling on the
ground, the Gaucho, holding the lazo tight, makes a circle, so as
to catch one of the hind legs just beneath the fetlock, and draws
it close to the two front legs: he then hitches the lazo, so that
the three are bound together. Then sitting on the horse&#8217;s neck, he
fixes a strong bridle, without a bit, to the lower jaw: this he
does by passing a narrow thong through the eye-holes at the end of
the reins, and several times round both jaw and tongue. The two
front legs are now tied closely together with a strong leathern
thong, fastened by a slip-knot. The lazo, which bound the three
together, being then loosed, the horse rises with difficulty. The
Gaucho, now holding fast the bridle fixed to the lower jaw, leads
the horse outside the corral. If a second man is present (otherwise
the trouble is much greater) he holds the animal&#8217;s head, whilst the
first puts on the horsecloths and saddle, and girths the whole
together. During this operation, the horse, from dread and
astonishment at thus being bound round the waist, throws himself
over and over again on the ground, and, till beaten, is unwilling
to rise. At last, when the saddling is finished, the poor animal
can hardly breathe from fear, and is white with foam and sweat. The
man now prepares to mount by pressing heavily on the stirrup, so
that the horse may not lose its balance; and at the moment that he
throws his leg over the animal&#8217;s back, he pulls the slip-knot
binding the front legs, and the beast is free. Some &#8220;domidors&#8221; pull
the knot while the animal is lying on the ground, and, standing
over the saddle, allow him to rise beneath them. The horse, wild
with dread, gives a few most violent bounds, and then starts off at
full gallop: when quite exhausted, the man, by patience, brings him
back to the corral, where, reeking hot and scarcely alive, the poor
beast is let free. Those animals which will not gallop away, but
obstinately throw themselves on the ground, are by far the most
troublesome. This process is tremendously severe, but in two or
three trials the horse is tamed. It is not, however, for some weeks
that the animal is ridden with the iron bit and solid ring, for it
must learn to associate the will of its rider with the feel of the
rein, before the most powerful bridle can be of any service.</p>

<p>Animals are so abundant in these countries, that humanity and
self-interest are not closely united; therefore I fear it is that
the former is here scarcely known. One day, riding in the Pampas
with a very respectable &#8220;Estanciero,&#8221; my horse, being tired, lagged
behind. The man often shouted to me to spur him. When I
remonstrated that it was a pity, for the horse was quite exhausted, he cried out, &#8220;Why not?&mdash;never
mind&mdash;spur him&mdash;it is <em>my</em> horse.&#8221; I had then some
difficulty in making him comprehend that it was for the horse&#8217;s
sake, and not on his account, that I did not choose to use my
spurs. He exclaimed, with a look of great surprise, &#8220;Ah, Don
Carlos, que cosa!&#8221; It was clear that such an idea had never before
entered his head.</p>

<p>The Gauchos are well known to be perfect riders. The idea of
being thrown, let the horse do what it likes; never enters their
head. Their criterion of a good rider is, a man who can manage an
untamed colt, or who, if his horse falls, alights on his own feet,
or can perform other such exploits. I have heard of a man betting
that he would throw his horse down twenty times, and that nineteen
times he would not fall himself. I recollect seeing a Gaucho riding
a very stubborn horse, which three times successively reared so
high as to fall backwards with great violence. The man judged with
uncommon coolness the proper moment for slipping off, not an
instant before or after the right time; and as soon as the horse
got up, the man jumped on his back, and at last they started at a
gallop. The Gaucho never appears to exert any muscular force. I was
one day watching a good rider, as we were galloping along at a
rapid pace, and thought to myself, &#8220;Surely if the horse starts, you
appear so careless on your seat, you must fall.&#8221; At this moment a
male ostrich sprang from its nest right beneath the horse&#8217;s nose:
the young colt bounded on one side like a stag; but as for the man,
all that could be said was, that he started and took fright with
his horse.</p>

<p>In Chile and Peru more pains are taken with the mouth of the
horse than in La Plata, and this is evidently a consequence of the
more intricate nature of the country. In Chile a horse is not
considered perfectly broken till he can be brought up standing, in
the midst of his full speed, on any particular spot,&mdash;for
instance, on a cloak thrown on the ground: or, again, he will
charge a wall, and rearing, scrape the surface with his hoofs. I
have seen an animal bounding with spirit, yet merely reined by a
forefinger and thumb, taken at full gallop across a courtyard, and
then made to wheel round the post of a veranda with great speed,
but at so equal a distance, that the rider, with outstretched arm,
all the while kept one finger rubbing the post.</p>

<p>Then making a demi-volte in the air, with the other arm
outstretched in a like manner, he wheeled round, with astonishing
force, in an opposite direction.</p>

<p>Such a horse is well broken; and although this at first may
appear useless, it is far otherwise. It is only carrying that which
is daily necessary into perfection. When a bullock is checked and
caught by the lazo, it will sometimes gallop round and round in a
circle, and the horse being alarmed at the great strain, if not
well broken, will not readily turn like the pivot of a wheel. In
consequence many men have been killed; for if the lazo once takes a
twist round a man&#8217;s body, it will instantly, from the power of the
two opposed animals, almost cut him in twain. On the same principle
the races are managed; the course is only two or three hundred
yards long, the wish being to have horses that can make a rapid
dash. The racehorses are trained not only to stand with their hoofs
touching a line, but to draw all four feet together, so as at the
first spring to bring into play the full action of the
hind-quarters. In Chile I was told an anecdote, which I believe was
true; and it offers a good illustration of the use of a well-broken
animal. A respectable man riding one day met two others, one of
whom was mounted on a horse, which he knew to have been stolen from
himself. He challenged them; they answered him by drawing their
sabres and giving chase. The man, on his good and fleet beast, kept
just ahead: as he passed a thick bush he wheeled round it, and
brought up his horse to a dead check. The pursuers were obliged to
shoot on one side and ahead. Then instantly dashing on, right
behind them, he buried his knife in the back of one, wounded the
other, recovered his horse from the dying robber, and rode home.
For these feats of horsemanship two things are necessary: a most
severe bit, like the Mameluke, the power of which, though seldom
used, the horse knows full well; and large blunt spurs, that can be
applied either as a mere touch, or as an instrument of extreme
pain. I conceive that with English spurs, the slightest touch of
which pricks the skin, it would be impossible to break in a horse
after the South American fashion.</p>

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='lastday'><p>In the evening we proceeded on our road towards Mercedes on the
Rio Negro. At night we asked permission to sleep at an estancia at
which we happened to arrive. It was a very large estate, being ten
leagues square, and the owner is one of the greatest landowners in
the country. His nephew had charge of it, and with him there was a
captain in the army, who the other day ran away from Buenos Ayres.
Considering their station, their conversation was rather amusing. They
expressed, as was usual, unbounded astonishment at the globe being
round, and could scarcely credit that a hole would, if deep enough,
come out on the other side. They had, however, heard of a country
where there were six months of light and six of darkness, and where
the inhabitants were very tall and thin! They were curious about
the price and condition of horses and cattle in England. Upon
finding out we did not catch our animals with the lazo, they cried
out, &#8220;Ah, then, you use nothing but the bolas:&#8221; the idea of an
enclosed country was quite new to them. The captain at last said,
he had one question to ask me, which he should be very much obliged
if I would answer with all truth. I trembled to think how deeply
scientific it would be: it was, &#8220;Whether the ladies of Buenos Ayres
were not the handsomest in the world.&#8221; I replied, like a renegade,
&#8220;Charmingly so.&#8221; He added, &#8220;I have one other question: Do ladies in
any other part of the world wear such large combs?&#8221; I solemnly
assured him that they did not. They were absolutely delighted. The
captain exclaimed, &#8220;Look there! a man who has seen half the world
says it is the case; we always thought so, but now we know it.&#8221; My
excellent judgment in combs and beauty procured me a most
hospitable reception; the captain forced me to take his bed, and he
would sleep on his recado.</p>

</div><p><em>21st.</em>&mdash;Started at sunrise, and rode slowly during
the whole day. The geological nature of this part of the province
was different from the rest, and closely resembled that of the
Pampas. In consequence, there were immense beds of the thistle, as
well as of the cardoon: the whole country, indeed, may be called
one great bed of these plants. The two sorts grow separate, each
plant in company with its own kind. The cardoon is as high as a
horse&#8217;s back, but the Pampas thistle is often higher than the crown
of the rider&#8217;s head. To leave the road for a yard is out of the
question; and the road itself is partly, and in some cases
entirely, closed. Pasture, of course, there is none; if cattle or
horses once enter the bed, they are for the time completely lost.
Hence it is very hazardous to attempt to drive cattle at this
season of the year; for when jaded enough to face the thistles,
they rush among them, and are seen no more. In these districts
there are very few estancias, and these few are situated in the neighbourhood of
damp valleys, where fortunately neither of these overwhelming
plants can exist. As night came on before we arrived at our
journey&#8217;s end, we slept at a miserable little hovel inhabited by
the poorest people. The extreme though rather formal courtesy of
our host and hostess, considering their grade of life, was quite
delightful.</p>

<p><em>November 22nd.</em>&mdash;Arrived at an estancia on the
Berquelo belonging to a very hospitable Englishman, to whom I had a
letter of introduction from my friend Mr. Lumb. I stayed here three
days. One morning I rode with my host to the Sierra del Pedro
Flaco, about twenty miles up the Rio Negro. Nearly the whole
country was covered with good though coarse grass, which was as
high as a horse&#8217;s belly; yet there were square leagues without a
single head of cattle. The province of Banda Oriental, if well
stocked, would support an astonishing number of animals, at present
the annual export of hides from Monte Video amounts to three
hundred thousand; and the home consumption, from waste, is very
considerable. An estanciero told me that he often had to send large
herds of cattle a long journey to a salting establishment, and that
the tired beasts were frequently obliged to be killed and skinned;
but that he could never persuade the Gauchos to eat of them, and
every evening a fresh beast was slaughtered for their suppers! The
view of the Rio Negro from the Sierra was more picturesque than any
other which I saw in this province. The river, broad, deep, and
rapid, wound at the foot of a rocky precipitous cliff: a belt of
wood followed its course, and the horizon terminated in the distant
undulations of the turf-plain.</p>

<p>When in this neighbourhood, I several times heard of the Sierra
de las Cuentas: a hill distant many miles to the northward. The
name signifies hill of beads. I was assured that vast numbers of
little round stones, of various colours, each with a small
cylindrical hole, are found there. Formerly the Indians used to
collect them, for the purpose of making necklaces and
bracelets&mdash;a taste, I may observe, which is common to all
savage nations, as well as to the most polished. I did not know
what to understand from this story, but upon mentioning it at the
Cape of Good Hope to Dr. Andrew Smith, he told me that he
recollected finding on the south-eastern coast of Africa, about one hundred miles to the eastward
of St. John&#8217;s river, some quartz crystals with their edges blunted
from attrition, and mixed with gravel on the sea-beach. Each
crystal was about five lines in diameter, and from an inch to an
inch and a half in length. Many of them had a small canal extending
from one extremity to the other, perfectly cylindrical, and of a
size that readily admitted a coarse thread or a piece of fine
catgut. Their colour was red or dull white. The natives were
acquainted with this structure in crystals. I have mentioned these
circumstances because, although no crystallised body is at present
known to assume this form, it may lead some future traveller to
investigate the real nature of such stones.</p>

<div class="rightfootnote">83. M. A. d&#8217;Orbigny has given nearly a similar account of these dogs, tome i, p. 175.</div>
<p>While staying at this estancia, I was amused with what I saw and
heard of the shepherd-dogs of the country.<span title="83. M. A. d'Orbigny has given nearly a similar account of these dogs, tome i, p. 175." class="rightfootnote">83</span> When riding,
it is a common thing to meet a large flock of sheep guarded by one
or two dogs, at the distance of some miles from any house or man. I
often wondered how so firm a friendship had been established. The
method of education consists in separating the puppy, while very
young, from the bitch, and in accustoming it to its future
companions. An ewe is held three or four times a day for the little
thing to suck, and a nest of wool is made for it in the sheep-pen;
at no time is it allowed to associate with other dogs, or with the
children of the family. The puppy is, moreover, generally
castrated; so that, when grown up, it can scarcely have any
feelings in common with the rest of its kind. From this education
it has no wish to leave the flock, and just as another dog will
defend its master, man, so will these the sheep. It is amusing to
observe, when approaching a flock, how the dog immediately advances
barking, and the sheep all close in his rear, as if round the
oldest ram. These dogs are also easily taught to bring home the
flock at a certain hour in the evening. Their most troublesome
fault, when young, is their desire of playing with the sheep; for
in their sport they sometimes gallop their poor subjects most
unmercifully.</p>

<p>The shepherd-dog comes to the house every day for some meat, and as soon as it is given him, he skulks away as if
ashamed of himself. On these occasions the house-dogs are very
tyrannical, and the least of them will attack and pursue the
stranger. The minute, however, the latter has reached the flock, he
turns round and begins to bark, and then all the house-dogs take
very quickly to their heels. In a similar manner a whole pack of
the hungry wild dogs will scarcely ever (and I was told by some
never) venture to attack a flock guarded by even one of these
faithful shepherds. The whole account appears to me a curious
instance of the pliability of the affections in the dog; and yet,
whether wild or however educated, he has a feeling of respect or
fear for those that are fulfilling their instinct of association.
For we can understand on no principle the wild dogs being driven
away by the single one with its flock, except that they consider,
from some confused notion, that the one thus associated gains
power, as if in company with its own kind. F. Cuvier has observed
that all animals that readily enter into domestication consider man
as a member of their own society, and thus fulfil their instinct of
association. In the above case the shepherd-dog ranks the sheep as
its fellow-brethren, and thus gains confidence; and the wild dogs,
though knowing that the individual sheep are not dogs, but are good
to eat, yet partly consent to this view when seeing them in a flock
with a shepherd-dog at their head.</p>

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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)
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<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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