ILLUSTRATIONS

The Cones of Patabamba.

“Pepe Garcia, Who Marched Ahead, Announced the Print Of A South
  American Tiger.”

“Napoleon-like, They Washed Their Dirty Linen in The Family”

“Aragon and his Men Fell Upon the Deserters Without Mercy.”

“They Greeted These Indian Relics As Crusoe Did The Footprints of the
  Savages.”

“Another Savage Had Found a Pair of Linen Pantaloons.”

View of the Acropolis and The Columns Of The Temple Of Jupiter Olympus.

Theatre of Dionysus (Bacchus).

Victory Untying Her Sandals.

Temple of Victory.

The Parthenon.

Bas Relief of the Gods (Frieze Of The Parthenon).

Porch of the Caryatides.

Monument of Lysicrates.

SEARCHING FOR THE QUININE-PLANT IN PERU.

CONCLUDING PAPER.

Early on a brilliant morning, with baggage repacked, and the lessening amount of provisions more firmly strapped on the shoulders of the Indians, the explorers left their pleasant site on the banks of the Maniri.  The repose allowed to the bulk of the party during the absence of their Bolivian companions had been wholesome and refreshing.  The success of the bark-hunters in their search for cinchonas had cheered all hearts, and the luxurious supper of dried mutton and chuno arranged for them on their return gave a reminiscence of splendor to the thatched hut on the banks of the stream.  This edifice, the last of civilized construction they expected to see, had the effect of a home in the wilderness.  The bivouac there had been enjoyed with a sentiment of tranquil carelessness.  Little did the travelers think that savage eyes had been peeping through the forest upon their fancied security, and that the wild people of the valleys who were to work them all kinds of mischief were upon their track from this station forth.

The enormous fire kindled for breakfast mingled with the stain of sunrise to cast a glow upon their departure.  Across the vale of the Cconi, as though a pair of sturdy porters had arisen to celebrate their leavetaking, the cones of Patabamba caught the first rays of the sun and held them aloft like hospitable torches.  These huge forms, soldered together at the waist like Chang and Eng, and clothed with shaggy woods up to the top, had been the guardian watchers over their days in the ajoupa at Maniri.  The sun just rising empurpled their double cones, while the base and the surrounding landscape were washed with the neutral tints of twilight.

After passing the narrow affluent after which the camping-ground of Maniri was named, the party pursued the course of the Cconi through a more level tract of country.  The stones and precipices became more rare, but in revenge the sandy banks soon began to reflect a heat that was hardly bearable.  As the implacable sun neared its zenith the party walked with bent heads and blinded eyes, now dashing through great plains of bamboos, now following the hatchets of the peons through thickets of heated shrubbery.