After a few minutes allowed the strayed sheep to rub their bruises, the march was continued.  The afternoon afforded a succession of the same sandy riverbanks, dressed with reeds, false maize, calceolarias and purple passion-flowers, and yielding for sole booty a brace of wild black ducks, and an opossum holding in her pouch five saucy and scolding little ones.  The natural civet employed as a cosmetic by this animal forbade the notion of using it for food, and it was thrown with its family into the river, after being deprived of its glossy skin.

As evening approached, and as all eyes were exploring the banks for a suitable camping-ground, a spacious and even beach was fixed upon as offering all the requisite conveniences.  It was agreed to halt there.  Attaining the locality, however, they were amazed to find all the traces of a previous occupation.  Several sheds, formed of bamboo hurdles set up against the ground with sticks, like traps, were grouped together.  Under each was a hearth, a simple excavation, two feet across and a few inches deep, and filled with ashes.  A few arrows, feathers and rude pieces of pottery were scattered around.  They greeted these Indian relics as Crusoe did the footprints of the savages.  Nor was it more reassuring to observe, among other callers like themselves who had left their visiting-cards at the doors since the departure of the proprietors, the sign-manual of jaguars and tapirs, whose footprints were plainly visible on the gravel.

A close examination was made of every detail pertaining to the huts and their accessories, and the interpreters were asked if it would be prudent to encamp in a spot thus leased in advance.  Pepe Garcia and Aragon were of opinion that it would be better to pass the night there, assuring their employers that there would be no danger in sleeping among the teraphim of the savages, provided that nothing was touched or displaced.  Their motion was promptly adopted, to the great discomfiture of the porters, who were poised on one foot ready for flight.  A salute of five shots was fired, with a vague intention of giving any listeners the highest possible opinion of the white explorers as a military power.  An enormous fire was kindled, sentinels were posted, and the party turned in, taking care, however, during the whole night to close but one eye at a time.

[Illustration:  “THEY GREETED THESE INDIAN RELICS AS CRUSOE DID THE FOOTPRINTS OF THE SAVAGES.”—­P. 138.]

Day commenced to blush, when all ears were assaulted by a concerted howl, proceeding from behind a bed of canes on the other side of the river. “Alerta! los Chunchos!” cried the sentinel.  The three words produced a startling effect:  the porters sprang up like frightened deer; Mr. Marcoy grasped a sheaf of pencils and a box of water-colors with a warlike air, and the colonel’s lips were crisped into a singular smile, indicative of lively emotions.  Hardly were the travelers clothed and