The last of these articles appeared in our issue of Monday, Novem ber 22, Promptly at ten we were driven off by our host's best chauffeur on jour way down the mountains. There {followed three hours and a half Jof scenery of unsurpassed beauty. We passed down the valley of the /Palea river, with wild arum lies growing above its banks, amidst groves of tall aromatic eucalyptus, bushes of yellow broom and pink peach blossom. We met troop of Mamas, and stopped to let the half {righted creatures step delicately by.
Fields of alfafa, sheets of mira-jealous green, slid' by. We entered jan arena of gaunt red mountains, with strata of greenish hue. In ithe little villages, women in gay, colours rer their immemorial task of washing clothes in the river. The adobe walls of the fields had thorny cactus growing on top, a more picturesque protection than broken bottles or barbed wire, fand quite as effective. The better kind of houses had red-tiled roofs, Jand often fine doors of cedar, with artistic balconies of wrought "iron, The walls were immensely thick, three feet or more in depth, A Wild Drive We came to the valley of Chanchamayo river, Already th had lost its keenness, and was soft After passing through a long tunnel merged on narrow path at the edge of a deep canyon, and zigzagged down the jehasm for an hour, with stupendous cliffs on either side, Far below us the river roared and tossed among its bed of boulders.
Our chauffeur was a Peruvian with a considerable mixture of Indian blood, and the most stolid face imaginable. He whizzed round bends and zigzags at an average rate of 85-40 kilometres an hour, (I know, for T faced the dial.) Was a narrow stony, twisting roa Nothing upset his composure. Often we rushed round a corner to find a string of animals almost upon us. But the brakes held good, and we would wait till the animals were ed singly past us. Sometimes we would slow down for a man in poncho, riding his donkey; with his spouse panting up behind.
Ponies and oxen, sheep and pigs, were invariably in terror of our machine, and often turned tail and fied in the opposite direction, down the mountain trail, pursued by shouting herdsman. But the donkey, for jwhiem I have a firm respect, "had ino fear. Invariably it was a quiet ttle unruffled ass who Ted the way
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