Year: 1893
Type: book
Abstract: I, however, had no right to repine now, as I had set out that morning desirous only of drinking from that wild cup, which is both bitter and sweet to the taste.But I was certainly the greatest sufferer that day, as I had insisted on taking my large cloth poncho, and it proved a great burden to carry ; then my feet had become so swollen and painful, through wearing heavy riding boots, that I was at last compelled to pull off these impediments, and to travel barefooted on the hot sand and gravel.Turning our backs on the hills, we started, wearily enough, to seek the trail we had abandoned, directing our course so as to strike it three or four miles in advance of the point where we had turned aside.Escaping from the long grass we again found gravelly, undulating plains, with scattered dark-leafed bushes, and troops of little singing and trilling birds.Armadilloes were also seen, but now they scuttled across our path with impunity, for we had no inclination to chase them.It was near sunset when we struck the path again ; but although Idle Days in Patagonia.
Source: Chapman & Hall, Ltd. eBooks
Authors: W. H. Hudson, Alfred Hartley, J. Smit
Language: English
Subfield: History
Field: Arts and Humanities
Domain: Social Sciences
Open Access status: bronze
OpenAlex ID: W1599879092