Being all so fresh, we determined to make a thorough long day"s journey of it. So, as soon as we had left the glen entirely and disappeared among the sand dunes, we let our horses have their heads, the _capataz_ Gaucho riding on ahead on a splendid mule as strong as a stallion and as lithe as a Scottish deerhound.
Not long before our start for the hunting grounds men had arrived from the Chilian markets to purchase cattle. The greatest dainty to my mind they had brought with them was a quant.i.ty of _Yerba mate_, as it is called. It is the dried leaves of a species of Patagonian ilex, which is used in this country as tea, and very delightful and soothing it is. This was to be our drink during all our tour. More refreshing than tea, less exciting than wine, it not only seems to calm the mind but to invigorate the body. Drunk warm, with or without sugar, all feeling of tiredness pa.s.ses away, and one is disposed to look at the bright side of life, and that alone.
We camped the first night on high ground nearly forty miles from our own _estancia_. It was a long day"s journey in so rough a country, but we had a difficulty earlier in the afternoon in finding water. Here, however, was a stream as clear as crystal, that doubtless made its way from springs in the _sierras_ that lay to the west of us at no very great distance. Behind these jagged hills the sun was slowly setting when we erected our tents.
The ground chosen was at some little distance from the stream, and on the bare gravel. The cacti that grew on two sides of us were of gigantic height, and ribboned or edged with the most beautiful flowers. Our horses and mules were hobbled and led to the stream, then turned on to the gra.s.s which grew green and plentiful all along its banks.
A fire was quickly built and our great stewpan put on. We had already killed our dinner in the shape of a small deer or fawn which had crossed our path on the plains lower down. With biscuits, of which we had a store, some curry, roots, which the Gauchos had found, and a handful or two of rice, we soon had a dinner ready, the very flavour of which would have been enough to make a dying man eat.
The dogs sat around us and around the Gauchos as we dined, and, it must be allowed, behaved in a most mannerly way; only the collies and mastiffs kept together. They must have felt their superiority to those mongrel greyhounds, and desired to show it in as calm and dignified a manner as possible.
After dinner sentries were set, one being mounted to watch the horses and mules. We were in no great fear of their stampeding, but we had promised Moncrieff to run as little risk of any kind as possible on this journey, and therefore commenced even on this our first night to be as good as our word.
The best Gauchos had been chosen for us, and every one of them could talk English after a fashion, especially our bold but not handsome _capataz_, or _cacique_ Yambo. About an hour after dinner the latter began serving out the _mate_. This put us all in excellent humour and the best of spirits. As we felt therefore as happy as one could wish to be, we were not surprised when the _capataz_ proposed a little music.
"It is the pampas fashion, senor," he said to me.
"Will you play and sing?" I said.
"Play and sing?" he replied, at once producing his guitar, which lay in a bag not far off. "_Si_, senor, I will play and sing for you. If you bid me, I will dance; every day and night I shall cook for you; when de opportunity come I will fight for you. I am your servant, your slave, and delighted to be so."
"Thank you, my _capataz_; I have no doubt you are a very excellent fellow."
"Oh, senor, do not flatter yourself too mooch, too very mooch. It is not for the sake of you young senors I care, but for the sake of the dear master."
"Sing, _capataz_," I said, "and talk after."
To our surprise, not one but three guitars were handed out, and the songs and melodies were very delightful to listen to.
Then our Sandie Donaldson, after handing his cup to be replenished, sang, _Ye banks and braes_ with much feeling and in fine manly tenor. We all joined in each second verse, while the guitars gave excellent accompaniment. One song suggested another, and from singing to conversational story-telling the transition was easy. To be sure, neither my brothers nor I nor Archie had much to tell, but some of the experiences of the Gauchos, and especially those of our _capataz_, were thrilling in the extreme, and we never doubted their truth.
But now it was time for bed, and we returned to the tents and lit our lamps.
Our beds were the hard ground, with a rug and guanaco robe, our saddles turned upside down making as good a pillow as any one could wish.
We had now the satisfaction of knowing something concerning the contents of that mysterious grip-sack of Archie"s. So judge of our surprise when this wonderful London cousin of ours first produced a large jar of what he called mosquito cream, and proceeded to smear his face and hands with the odorous compound.
"This cream," he said, "I bought at Buenos Ayres, and it is warranted to keep all pampas creepies away, or anything with two wings or four, six legs or sixty. Have a rub, Dugald?"
"Not I," cried Dugald. "Why, man, the smell is enough to kill bees."
Archie proceeded with his preparations. Before enshrouding himself in his guanaco mantle he drew on a huge waterproof canvas sack and fastened it tightly round his chest. He next produced a hooped head-dress. I know no other name for it.
"It is an invention of my own," said Archie, proudly, "and is, as you see, composed of hoops of wire--"
"Like a lady"s crinoline," said Dugald.
"Well, yes, if you choose to call it so, and is covered with mosquito muslin. This is how it goes on, and I"m sure it will form a perfect protection."
He then inserted his head into the wondrous muslin bladder, and the appearance he now presented was comical in the extreme. His body in a sack, his head in a white muslin bag, nothing human-looking about him except his arms, that, encased in huge leather gloves, dangled from his shoulders like an immense pair of flippers.
We three brothers looked at him just for a moment, then simultaneously exploded into a perfect roar of laughter. Sandie Donaldson, who with the _capataz_ occupied the next tent, came rushing in, then all the Gauchos and even the dogs. The latter bolted barking when they saw the apparition, but the rest joined the laughing chorus.
And the more we looked at Archie the more we laughed, till the very sand dunes near us must have been shaken to their foundations by the manifestation of our mirth.
"Laugh away, boys," said our cousin. "Laugh and grow fat. I don"t care how I look, so long as my dress and my cream keep the creepies away."
[13] Peer = poor.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Comical in the Extreme]
CHAPTER XIX.
IN THE WILDERNESS.
Some days afterwards we found ourselves among the mountains in a region whose rugged grandeur and semi-desolation, whose rock-filled glens, tall, frowning precipices, with the stillness that reigned everywhere around, imparted to it a character approaching even to sublimity.
The _capataz_ was still our guide, our foremost man in everything; but close beside him rode our indefatigable hunter, Dugald.
We had already seen pumas, and even the terrible jaguar of the plains; we had killed more than one rhea--the American ostrich--and deer in abundance. Moreover, Dugald had secured about fifty skins of the most lovely humming-birds, with many beetles, whose elytra, painted and adorned by Nature, looked like radiant jewels. All these little skins and beetles were destined to be sent home to Flora. As yet, however, we had not come in contact with the guanaco, although some had been seen at a distance.
But to-day we were in the very country of the guanaco, and pressing onwards and ever upwards, in the hopes of soon being able to draw trigger on some of these strange inhabitants of the wilderness.
Only this morning Dugald and I had been bantering each other as to who should shoot the first.
"I mean to send my first skin to Flora," Dugald had said.
"And I my first skin to Irene," I said.
On rounding the corner of a cliff we suddenly came in sight of a whole herd of the creatures, but they were in full retreat up the glen, while out against the sky stood in bold relief a tall buck. It was the trumpet tones of his voice ringing out plaintively but musically on the still mountain air that had warned the herd of our approach.
Another long ride of nearly two hours. And now we must have been many thousands of feet above the sea level, or even the level of the distant plains.
It is long past midday, so we determine to halt, for here, pure, bubbling from a dark green slippery rock, is a spring of water as clear as crystal and deliciously cool. What a treat for our horses and dogs! What a treat even for ourselves!
I notice that Dugald seems extra tired. He has done more riding to-day than any of us, and made many a long _detour_ in search of that guanaco which he has. .h.i.therto failed to find.
A kind of brotherly rivalry takes possession of me, and I cannot help wishing that the first guanaco would fall to my rifle. The Gauchos are busy preparing the stew and boiling water for the _mate_, so shouldering my rifle, and carelessly singing to myself, I leave my companions and commence sauntering higher up the glen. The hill gets very steep, and I have almost to climb on my hands and knees, starting sometimes in dread as a hideous snake goes wriggling past me or raises head and body from behind a stone, and hisses defiance and hate almost in my face. But I reach the summit at last, and find myself on the very edge of a precipice.
Oh, joy! On a little peak down beneath, and not a hundred yards away, stands one of the n.o.blest guanacos I have ever seen. He has heard something, or scented something, for he stands there as still as a statue, with head and neck in the air sniffing the breeze.
How my heart beats! How my hand trembles! I cannot understand my anxiety.
Were I face to face with a lion or tiger I could hardly be more nervous. A thousand thoughts seem to cross my mind with a rush, but uppermost of all is the fear that, having fired, I shall miss.