[Footnote 7:  An Indian name, signifying ‘black waters,’ having reference to the mineral springs in the neighbouring mountains.]

Mr. Budge left us at Pelequen, the next station to San Fernando, having put us in charge of the conductor, who promised to see after us at Cauquenes, but who wofully betrayed his trust.  There was no regular station at the latter place, but as the train stopped, and we saw ‘Bains de Cauquenes’ on an hotel close by, we jumped out just in time to see it go on again.  Luckily the other passengers were kind enough to interest themselves on our behalf, and shrieked and hallooed to such good purpose that the engine was once more brought to a standstill, and our luggage was put out.  Half-a-dozen little boys carried it to the inn, where I had to explain to the patron, in my best Spanish, that we wanted a carriage to go to the baths, seven leagues off.  In a wonderfully short space of time, four good horses were harnessed to a queer sort of vehicle, which held four inside and one out, besides the driver, and which had to be entered by means of a ladder.  Having all packed in, and paid our fare beforehand, we were rattled off at a merry pace towards the Andes.  The road went up and down and round about, and crossed many rivers, but was fairly good throughout.  We changed once at a large hacienda, where a man went into a large yard, containing about sixty horses, and dexterously lassoed the particular four required for our use.  Several horsemen were waiting about, and I looked at their saddles, which were made of a dozen or more sheepskins, laid one on the top of the other, forming a soft seat to ride in by day and a comfortable bed to sleep on at night.

[Illustration:  Baths of Cauquenes]

Early in the afternoon we saw some buildings in the distance, which we rightly guessed to be the baths, and soon afterwards we passed in at the entrance gate of the establishment, by the side of which was a rock with the word ‘Welcome’ painted upon its face.  The whole distance from the station was twenty-three miles, which we had accomplished in a little over two hours.  Driving between hedgerows of roses in full bloom, we were not long in reaching the door of the hotel, where we were received by the proprietor.  He told us he was very full, but he managed to find us some small rooms, and then conducted us to the luxuriously fitted bathing establishment.  After this came the table-d’hote, to which about seventy sat down, though many of the visitors were dining in their own rooms.  In the evening we walked about the garden and chatted with several people, who all seemed to have heard of us and our voyage, and to be anxious to know what we thought of the Straits.  We saw some English papers too, which was a great treat, though there did not seem to be much news in them.