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THE VOYAGE OF THE BEAGLE
By Charles Darwin

CONTENTS
TABLE OF CONTENTS
PREFACE
I have stated in the preface to the first Edition of this work, and in the Zoology of the Voyage of the Beagle, that it was in consequence of a wish expressed by Captain Fitz Roy, of having some scientific person on board, accompanied by an offer from him of giving up part of his own accommodations, that I volunteered my services, which received, through the kindness of the hydrographer, Captain Beaufort, the sanction of the Lords of the Admiralty. As I feel that the opportunities which I enjoyed of studying the Natural History of the different countries we visited, have been wholly due to Captain Fitz Roy, I hope I may here be permitted to repeat my expression of gratitude to him; and to add that, during the five years we were together, I received from him the most cordial friendship and steady assistance. Both to Captain Fitz Roy and to all the Officers of the Beagle 10 I shall ever feel most thankful for the undeviating kindness with which I was treated during our long voyage.
I mentioned in the preface to the first edition of this work and in the Zoology of the Voyage of the Beagle that I volunteered to join the expedition at the request of Captain Fitz Roy, who wanted to have someone with scientific expertise on board, and he even offered to give up part of his own accommodations. Thanks to the support of Captain Beaufort, the hydrographer, I got approval from the Lords of the Admiralty. I believe the opportunities I had to study the natural history of the various countries we visited were entirely due to Captain Fitz Roy, so I want to take this chance to express my gratitude to him again. During the five years we spent together, he offered me consistent friendship and unwavering support. I will always be very thankful to Captain Fitz Roy and all the officers of the Beagle 10 for the constant kindness I experienced throughout our long voyage.
This volume contains, in the form of a Journal, a history of our voyage, and a sketch of those observations in Natural History and Geology, which I think will possess some interest for the general reader. I have in this edition largely condensed and corrected some parts, and have added a little to others, in order to render the volume more fitted for popular reading; but I trust that naturalists will remember, that they must refer for details to the larger publications which comprise the scientific results of the Expedition. The Zoology of the Voyage of the Beagle includes an account of the Fossil Mammalia, by Professor Owen; of the Living Mammalia, by Mr. Waterhouse; of the Birds, by Mr. Gould; of the Fish, by the Rev. L. Jenyns; and of the Reptiles, by Mr. Bell. I have appended to the descriptions of each species an account of its habits and range. These works, which I owe to the high talents and disinterested zeal of the above distinguished authors, could not have been undertaken, had it not been for the liberality of the Lords Commissioners of Her Majesty's Treasury, who, through the representation of the Right Honourable the Chancellor of the Exchequer, have been pleased to grant a sum of one thousand pounds towards defraying part of the expenses of publication.
This book is presented as a Journal, detailing our voyage and summarizing observations in natural history and geology, which I believe will interest general readers. In this edition, I have made significant revisions, condensing some sections and expanding others to make the volume more suitable for popular reading; however, I hope naturalists will remember to refer to the larger publications that contain the scientific findings of the Expedition for more detailed information. The Zoology of the Voyage of the Beagle includes accounts of Fossil Mammals by Professor Owen; Living Mammals by Mr. Waterhouse; Birds by Mr. Gould; Fish by Rev. L. Jenyns; and Reptiles by Mr. Bell. I have included information about the habits and range of each species. These contributions, which I owe to the exceptional skills and selfless commitment of the distinguished authors mentioned above, would not have been possible without the generosity of the Lords Commissioners of Her Majesty's Treasury, who, through the representation of the Right Honourable the Chancellor of the Exchequer, granted a sum of one thousand pounds to help cover part of the publication costs.
I have myself published separate volumes on the 'Structure and Distribution of Coral Reefs;' on the 'Volcanic Islands visited during the Voyage of the Beagle;' and on the 'Geology of South America.' The sixth volume of the 'Geological Transactions' contains two papers of mine on the Erratic Boulders and Volcanic Phenomena of South America. Messrs. Waterhouse, Walker, Newman, and White, have published several able papers on the Insects which were collected, and I trust that many others will hereafter follow. The plants from the southern parts of America will be given by Dr. J. Hooker, in his great work on the Botany of the Southern Hemisphere. The Flora of the Galapagos Archipelago is the subject of a separate memoir by him, in the 'Linnean Transactions.' The Reverend Professor Henslow has published a list of the plants collected by me at the Keeling Islands; and the Reverend J. M. Berkeley has described my cryptogamic plants.
I have published separate volumes on the 'Structure and Distribution of Coral Reefs,' 'Volcanic Islands Visited During the Voyage of the Beagle,' and 'Geology of South America.' The sixth volume of the 'Geological Transactions' includes two of my papers on the Erratic Boulders and Volcanic Phenomena of South America. Messrs. Waterhouse, Walker, Newman, and White have published several valuable papers on the insects that were collected, and I hope many others will do so in the future. Dr. J. Hooker will present the plants from the southern parts of America in his major work on the Botany of the Southern Hemisphere. The flora of the Galapagos Archipelago is covered in a separate article by him in the 'Linnean Transactions.' The Reverend Professor Henslow has published a list of the plants I collected at the Keeling Islands, and the Reverend J. M. Berkeley has described my cryptogamic plants.
I shall have the pleasure of acknowledging the great assistance which I have received from several other naturalists, in the course of this and my other works; but I must be here allowed to return my most sincere thanks to the Reverend Professor Henslow, who, when I was an undergraduate at Cambridge, was one chief means of giving me a taste for Natural History,—who, during my absence, took charge of the collections I sent home, and by his correspondence directed my endeavours,—and who, since my return, has constantly rendered me every assistance which the kindest friend could offer.
I want to express my gratitude for the tremendous help I've received from various naturalists throughout this and my other projects. However, I must take a moment to sincerely thank Reverend Professor Henslow, who was instrumental in sparking my interest in Natural History when I was an undergraduate at Cambridge. During my time away, he took care of the collections I sent home and guided my efforts through his correspondence. Since my return, he has offered me unwavering support, just like the best friend could.
DOWN, BROMLEY, KENT, June 9, 1845
DOWN, BROMLEY, KENT, June 9, 1845
THE VOYAGE OF THE BEAGLE
CHAPTER I — ST. JAGO—CAPE DE VERD ISLANDS
Porto Praya—Ribeira Grande—Atmospheric Dust with Infusoria—Habits of a Sea-slug and Cuttle-fish—St. Paul's Rocks, non-volcanic—Singular Incrustations—Insects the first Colonists of Islands—Fernando Noronha—Bahia—Burnished Rocks—Habits of a Diodon—Pelagic Confervae and Infusoria—Causes of discoloured Sea.
Porto Praya—Ribeira Grande—Airborne Dust with Microorganisms—Behavior of a Sea Slug and Cuttlefish—St. Paul's Rocks, non-volcanic—Unique Growths—Insects as the first Settlers of Islands—Fernando Noronha—Bahia—Shiny Rocks—Behavior of a Diodon—Floating Algae and Microorganisms—Reasons for Discolored Ocean.
AFTER having been twice driven back by heavy southwestern gales, Her Majesty's ship Beagle, a ten-gun brig, under the command of Captain Fitz Roy, R. N., sailed from Devonport on the 27th of December, 1831. The object of the expedition was to complete the survey of Patagonia and Tierra del Fuego, commenced under Captain King in 1826 to 1830,—to survey the shores of Chile, Peru, and of some islands in the Pacific—and to carry a chain of chronometrical measurements round the World. On the 6th of January we reached Teneriffe, but were prevented landing, by fears of our bringing the cholera: the next morning we saw the sun rise behind the rugged outline of the Grand Canary island, and suddenly illuminate the Peak of Teneriffe, whilst the lower parts were veiled in fleecy clouds. This was the first of many delightful days never to be forgotten. On the 16th of January, 1832, we anchored at Porto Praya, in St. Jago, the chief island of the Cape de Verd archipelago.
AFTER being pushed back twice by strong southwestern winds, Her Majesty's ship Beagle, a ten-gun brig, under the command of Captain Fitz Roy, R. N., set sail from Devonport on December 27, 1831. The purpose of the expedition was to finish the survey of Patagonia and Tierra del Fuego, which had begun under Captain King from 1826 to 1830—to map the shores of Chile, Peru, and some islands in the Pacific—and to conduct a series of chronometrical measurements around the globe. On January 6, we arrived at Teneriffe but couldn’t land due to concerns about possibly spreading cholera. The next morning, we watched the sun rise behind the jagged silhouette of Grand Canary island, suddenly illuminating the Peak of Teneriffe while the lower areas were shrouded in fluffy clouds. This was the first of many unforgettable, wonderful days. On January 16, 1832, we anchored at Porto Praya, in St. Jago, the main island of the Cape Verde archipelago.
The neighbourhood of Porto Praya, viewed from the sea, wears a desolate aspect. The volcanic fires of a past age, and the scorching heat of a tropical sun, have in most places rendered the soil unfit for vegetation. The country rises in successive steps of table-land, interspersed with some truncate conical hills, and the horizon is bounded by an irregular chain of more lofty mountains. The scene, as beheld through the hazy atmosphere of this climate, is one of great interest; if, indeed, a person, fresh from sea, and who has just walked, for the first time, in a grove of cocoa-nut trees, can be a judge of anything but his own happiness. The island would generally be considered as very uninteresting, but to anyone accustomed only to an English landscape, the novel aspect of an utterly sterile land possesses a grandeur which more vegetation might spoil. A single green leaf can scarcely be discovered over wide tracts of the lava plains; yet flocks of goats, together with a few cows, contrive to exist. It rains very seldom, but during a short portion of the year heavy torrents fall, and immediately afterwards a light vegetation springs out of every crevice. This soon withers; and upon such naturally formed hay the animals live. It had not now rained for an entire year. When the island was discovered, the immediate neighbourhood of Porto Praya was clothed with trees, 11 the reckless destruction of which has caused here, as at St. Helena, and at some of the Canary islands, almost entire sterility. The broad, flat-bottomed valleys, many of which serve during a few days only in the season as water-courses, are clothed with thickets of leafless bushes. Few living creatures inhabit these valleys. The commonest bird is a kingfisher (Dacelo Iagoensis), which tamely sits on the branches of the castor-oil plant, and thence darts on grasshoppers and lizards. It is brightly coloured, but not so beautiful as the European species: in its flight, manners, and place of habitation, which is generally in the driest valley, there is also a wide difference.
The neighborhood of Porto Praya, seen from the sea, looks desolate. The volcanic eruptions from long ago and the intense heat of the tropical sun have made much of the soil unsuitable for plants. The land rises in steps of flat terrain, scattered with a few truncated conical hills, and the horizon is defined by an irregular range of taller mountains. The scene, viewed through the hazy atmosphere of this climate, is quite captivating; if someone has just come from the sea and has taken their first walk among coconut trees, they might struggle to think about anything other than their own happiness. The island might typically seem uninteresting, but to someone used to English landscapes, the new sight of an utterly barren land has a grandeur that more greenery could ruin. It's hard to find a single green leaf over vast stretches of the lava plains, yet herds of goats and a few cows manage to survive. It rarely rains, but for a short time each year, heavy downpours occur, and right after, light vegetation sprouts from every crack. This quickly dies back, and the animals live off what remains. It hadn't rained for a whole year. When the island was first discovered, the areas around Porto Praya were full of trees, 11 but the reckless destruction of them has led to near-total barrenness here, like at St. Helena and some of the Canary islands. The broad, flat valleys, many of which only serve as water channels for a few days during the season, are filled with thickets of leafless bushes. Few creatures live in these valleys. The most common bird is a kingfisher (Dacelo Iagoensis), which patiently sits on the branches of the castor-oil plant and then swoops down on grasshoppers and lizards. It's brightly colored but not as stunning as its European counterpart: there are significant differences in its flight, behavior, and preferred habitats, typically found in the driest valleys.
One day, two of the officers and myself rode to Ribeira Grande, a village a few miles eastward of Porto Praya. Until we reached the valley of St. Martin, the country presented its usual dull brown appearance; but here, a very small rill of water produces a most refreshing margin of luxuriant vegetation. In the course of an hour we arrived at Ribeira Grande, and were surprised at the sight of a large ruined fort and cathedral. This little town, before its harbour was filled up, was the principal place in the island: it now presents a melancholy, but very picturesque appearance. Having procured a black Padre for a guide, and a Spaniard who had served in the Peninsular war as an interpreter, we visited a collection of buildings, of which an ancient church formed the principal part. It is here the governors and captain-generals of the islands have been buried. Some of the tombstones recorded dates of the sixteenth century. 12
One day, two officers and I rode to Ribeira Grande, a village a few miles east of Porto Praya. Until we reached the St. Martin valley, the landscape was its usual dull brown; but here, a small stream of water creates a refreshing edge of lush vegetation. After about an hour, we arrived at Ribeira Grande and were surprised to see a large ruined fort and cathedral. This little town, before its harbor was filled in, was the main place on the island; it now has a sad but very picturesque look. After getting a local priest as our guide and a Spaniard who fought in the Peninsular War as our interpreter, we explored a group of buildings, with an old church being the main attraction. This is where the governors and captain-generals of the islands were buried. Some of the tombstones dated back to the sixteenth century. 12
The heraldic ornaments were the only things in this retired place that reminded us of Europe. The church or chapel formed one side of a quadrangle, in the middle of which a large clump of bananas were growing. On another side was a hospital, containing about a dozen miserable-looking inmates.
The heraldic decorations were the only things in this quiet spot that reminded us of Europe. The church or chapel bordered one side of a square, in the center of which a large bunch of bananas was growing. On another side was a hospital, housing about a dozen sad-looking patients.
We returned to the Venda to eat our dinners. A considerable number of men, women, and children, all as black as jet, collected to watch us. Our companions were extremely merry; and everything we said or did was followed by their hearty laughter. Before leaving the town we visited the cathedral. It does not appear so rich as the smaller church, but boasts of a little organ, which sent forth singularly inharmonious cries. We presented the black priest with a few shillings, and the Spaniard, patting him on the head, said, with much candour, he thought his colour made no great difference. We then returned, as fast as the ponies would go, to Porto Praya.
We went back to the Venda to have our dinners. A large crowd of men, women, and children, all as dark as jet, gathered to watch us. Our companions were very cheerful, and everything we said or did was met with their hearty laughter. Before leaving the town, we stopped by the cathedral. It doesn’t seem as impressive as the smaller church but has a small organ that made some surprisingly unharmonious sounds. We gave the black priest a few shillings, and the Spaniard, patting him on the head, candidly said he didn’t think his skin color made much of a difference. We then rushed back to Porto Praya as fast as the ponies could go.
Another day we rode to the village of St. Domingo, situated near the centre of the island. On a small plain which we crossed, a few stunted acacias were growing; their tops had been bent by the steady trade-wind, in a singular manner—some of them even at right angles to their trunks. The direction of the branches was exactly N. E. by N., and S. W. by S., and these natural vanes must indicate the prevailing direction of the force of the trade-wind. The travelling had made so little impression on the barren soil, that we here missed our track, and took that to Fuentes. This we did not find out till we arrived there; and we were afterwards glad of our mistake. Fuentes is a pretty village, with a small stream; and everything appeared to prosper well, excepting, indeed, that which ought to do so most—its inhabitants. The black children, completely naked, and looking very wretched, were carrying bundles of firewood half as big as their own bodies.
Another day, we rode to the village of St. Domingo, located near the center of the island. On a small plain that we crossed, a few stunted acacias were growing; their tops had been bent by the steady trade winds in a strange way—some even at right angles to their trunks. The direction of the branches was exactly N.E. by N. and S.W. by S., and these natural vanes must indicate the prevailing force of the trade winds. The travel made such a small mark on the barren soil that we lost our way and ended up taking the path to Fuentes. We didn’t realize this until we arrived there, and we were actually glad for the mistake. Fuentes is a lovely village with a small stream, and everything seemed to thrive well, except for what should thrive the most—its people. The black children, completely naked and looking very miserable, were carrying bundles of firewood that were half the size of their bodies.
Near Fuentes we saw a large flock of guinea-fowl—probably fifty or sixty in number. They were extremely wary, and could not be approached. They avoided us, like partridges on a rainy day in September, running with their heads cocked up; and if pursued, they readily took to the wing.
Near Fuentes, we saw a large flock of guinea fowl—probably fifty or sixty of them. They were very cautious and couldn't be approached. They dodged us like partridges on a rainy September day, running with their heads held high; and if chased, they quickly flew away.
The scenery of St. Domingo possesses a beauty totally unexpected, from the prevalent gloomy character of the rest of the island. The village is situated at the bottom of a valley, bounded by lofty and jagged walls of stratified lava. The black rocks afford a most striking contrast with the bright green vegetation, which follows the banks of a little stream of clear water. It happened to be a grand feast-day, and the village was full of people. On our return we overtook a party of about twenty young black girls, dressed in excellent taste; their black skins and snow-white linen being set off by coloured turbans and large shawls. As soon as we approached near, they suddenly all turned round, and covering the path with their shawls, sung with great energy a wild song, beating time with their hands upon their legs. We threw them some vintems, which were received with screams of laughter, and we left them redoubling the noise of their song.
The landscape of St. Domingo has a beauty that’s completely unexpected, especially considering the generally gloomy vibe of the rest of the island. The village is located at the bottom of a valley, surrounded by tall and jagged walls of layered lava. The dark rocks create a striking contrast with the bright green plants that line a small stream of clear water. It was a big feast day, and the village was bustling with people. On our way back, we came across a group of about twenty young black girls, dressed with great style; their dark skin and crisp white linen were accented by colorful turbans and large shawls. As we got closer, they suddenly turned around, spread their shawls across the path, and energetically sang a lively song while keeping rhythm by clapping their hands on their thighs. We tossed them some coins, which they greeted with bursts of laughter, and as we walked away, their song grew even louder.
One morning the view was singularly clear; the distant mountains being projected with the sharpest outline on a heavy bank of dark blue clouds. Judging from the appearance, and from similar cases in England, I supposed that the air was saturated with moisture. The fact, however, turned out quite the contrary. The hygrometer gave a difference of 29.6 degs., between the temperature of the air, and the point at which dew was precipitated. This difference was nearly double that which I had observed on the previous mornings. This unusual degree of atmospheric dryness was accompanied by continual flashes of lightning. Is it not an uncommon case, thus to find a remarkable degree of aerial transparency with such a state of weather?
One morning, the view was incredibly clear; the distant mountains stood out sharply against a thick bank of dark blue clouds. Based on how it looked and similar situations in England, I thought the air was full of moisture. However, it turned out to be the opposite. The hygrometer showed a difference of 29.6 degrees between the air temperature and the dew point. This difference was almost double what I had noticed on previous mornings. This unusual level of dryness in the atmosphere was accompanied by constant flashes of lightning. Isn't it strange to see such clarity in the air with this kind of weather?
Generally the atmosphere is hazy; and this is caused by the falling of impalpably fine dust, which was found to have slightly injured the astronomical instruments. The morning before we anchored at Porto Praya, I collected a little packet of this brown-coloured fine dust, which appeared to have been filtered from the wind by the gauze of the vane at the mast-head. Mr. Lyell has also given me four packets of dust which fell on a vessel a few hundred miles northward of these islands. Professor Ehrenberg 13 finds that this dust consists in great part of infusoria with siliceous shields, and of the siliceous tissue of plants. In five little packets which I sent him, he has ascertained no less than sixty-seven different organic forms! The infusoria, with the exception of two marine species, are all inhabitants of fresh-water. I have found no less than fifteen different accounts of dust having fallen on vessels when far out in the Atlantic. From the direction of the wind whenever it has fallen, and from its having always fallen during those months when the harmattan is known to raise clouds of dust high into the atmosphere, we may feel sure that it all comes from Africa. It is, however, a very singular fact, that, although Professor Ehrenberg knows many species of infusoria peculiar to Africa, he finds none of these in the dust which I sent him. On the other hand, he finds in it two species which hitherto he knows as living only in South America. The dust falls in such quantities as to dirty everything on board, and to hurt people's eyes; vessels even have run on shore owing to the obscurity of the atmosphere. It has often fallen on ships when several hundred, and even more than a thousand miles from the coast of Africa, and at points sixteen hundred miles distant in a north and south direction. In some dust which was collected on a vessel three hundred miles from the land, I was much surprised to find particles of stone above the thousandth of an inch square, mixed with finer matter. After this fact one need not be surprised at the diffusion of the far lighter and smaller sporules of cryptogamic plants.
Generally, the atmosphere is hazy, caused by fine dust that has slightly damaged the astronomical instruments. The morning before we anchored at Porto Praya, I collected a small packet of this brown dust, which seemed to have been filtered from the wind by the gauze at the top of the mast. Mr. Lyell also gave me four packets of dust that fell on a ship a few hundred miles north of these islands. Professor Ehrenberg 13 found that this dust is mostly made up of microscopic organisms with siliceous shells and the siliceous tissue of plants. In five little packets I sent him, he identified no less than sixty-seven different organic forms! With the exception of two marine species, all the microscopic organisms are found in fresh water. I've come across at least fifteen different accounts of dust falling on ships when they were far out in the Atlantic. From the direction of the wind when it fell, and because it has always occurred during the months when the harmattan is known to raise clouds of dust high into the atmosphere, we can be confident that it all originates from Africa. However, it's a curious fact that, although Professor Ehrenberg knows many species of microscopic organisms unique to Africa, he doesn't find any of those in the dust I've sent him. On the flip side, he found two species that he only knows to live in South America. The dust falls in such amounts that it dirties everything on board and irritates people's eyes; ships have even run aground due to the haziness. It has often fallen on vessels when several hundred, and even more than a thousand miles from the African coast, and up to sixteen hundred miles north and south. In some dust collected on a ship three hundred miles from land, I was surprised to find stone particles larger than a thousandth of an inch squared, mixed in with the finer material. Given this fact, one shouldn't be surprised by the spread of the much lighter and smaller spores from cryptogamic plants.
The geology of this island is the most interesting part of its natural history. On entering the harbour, a perfectly horizontal white band, in the face of the sea cliff, may be seen running for some miles along the coast, and at the height of about forty-five feet above the water. Upon examination this white stratum is found to consist of calcareous matter with numerous shells embedded, most or all of which now exist on the neighbouring coast. It rests on ancient volcanic rocks, and has been covered by a stream of basalt, which must have entered the sea when the white shelly bed was lying at the bottom. It is interesting to trace the changes produced by the heat of the overlying lava, on the friable mass, which in parts has been converted into a crystalline limestone, and in other parts into a compact spotted stone Where the lime has been caught up by the scoriaceous fragments of the lower surface of the stream, it is converted into groups of beautifully radiated fibres resembling arragonite. The beds of lava rise in successive gently-sloping plains, towards the interior, whence the deluges of melted stone have originally proceeded. Within historical times, no signs of volcanic activity have, I believe, been manifested in any part of St. Jago. Even the form of a crater can but rarely be discovered on the summits of the many red cindery hills; yet the more recent streams can be distinguished on the coast, forming lines of cliffs of less height, but stretching out in advance of those belonging to an older series: the height of the cliffs thus affording a rude measure of the age of the streams.
The geology of this island is the most fascinating part of its natural history. When you enter the harbor, you can see a perfectly horizontal white band in the sea cliff that runs for several miles along the coast, about forty-five feet above the water. Upon closer inspection, this white layer is made up of calcareous material with numerous shells embedded in it, most or all of which still exist on the nearby coast. It sits on top of ancient volcanic rocks and has been covered by a flow of basalt that must have entered the sea when the white shelly layer was lying at the bottom. It’s interesting to see the changes caused by the heat from the overlying lava on the soft material, which in some areas has transformed into crystalline limestone, and in others into a compact spotted stone. Where the lime has mixed with the scoria from the bottom of the lava flow, it forms groups of beautifully radiated fibers that look like aragonite. The lava beds rise in gentle slopes towards the interior, where the flows of molten rock originally came from. In historical times, I don't believe there's been any signs of volcanic activity in any part of St. Jago. Even the shape of a crater can rarely be found on the tops of the many red, cindery hills; however, the more recent lava flows can be spotted along the coast, forming lines of cliffs that are shorter but extend further out than those from an older series: the height of these cliffs gives a rough indication of the age of the lava flows.
During our stay, I observed the habits of some marine animals. A large Aplysia is very common. This sea-slug is about five inches long; and is of a dirty yellowish colour veined with purple. On each side of the lower surface, or foot, there is a broad membrane, which appears sometimes to act as a ventilator, in causing a current of water to flow over the dorsal branchiae or lungs. It feeds on the delicate sea-weeds which grow among the stones in muddy and shallow water; and I found in its stomach several small pebbles, as in the gizzard of a bird. This slug, when disturbed, emits a very fine purplish-red fluid, which stains the water for the space of a foot around. Besides this means of defence, an acrid secretion, which is spread over its body, causes a sharp, stinging sensation, similar to that produced by the Physalia, or Portuguese man-of-war.
During our stay, I watched the behaviors of some marine animals. A large Aplysia is quite common. This sea slug is about five inches long and has a dirty yellowish color with purple streaks. On each side of its lower surface, or foot, there’s a broad membrane that sometimes seems to act like a ventilator, creating a flow of water over its dorsal gills or lungs. It feeds on the delicate seaweeds that grow among the stones in muddy, shallow water, and I found several small pebbles in its stomach, much like in a bird's gizzard. When disturbed, this slug releases a very fine purplish-red fluid that stains the water about a foot around it. In addition to this method of defense, a bitter secretion covers its body, causing a sharp, stinging sensation similar to that produced by the Physalia, or Portuguese man-of-war.
I was much interested, on several occasions, by watching the habits of an Octopus, or cuttle-fish. Although common in the pools of water left by the retiring tide, these animals were not easily caught. By means of their long arms and suckers, they could drag their bodies into very narrow crevices; and when thus fixed, it required great force to remove them. At other times they darted tail first, with the rapidity of an arrow, from one side of the pool to the other, at the same instant discolouring the water with a dark chestnut-brown ink. These animals also escape detection by a very extraordinary, chameleon-like power of changing their colour. They appear to vary their tints according to the nature of the ground over which they pass: when in deep water, their general shade was brownish purple, but when placed on the land, or in shallow water, this dark tint changed into one of a yellowish green. The colour, examined more carefully, was a French grey, with numerous minute spots of bright yellow: the former of these varied in intensity; the latter entirely disappeared and appeared again by turns. These changes were effected in such a manner, that clouds, varying in tint between a hyacinth red and a chestnut-brown, 14 were continually passing over the body. Any part, being subjected to a slight shock of galvanism, became almost black: a similar effect, but in a less degree, was produced by scratching the skin with a needle. These clouds, or blushes as they may be called, are said to be produced by the alternate expansion and contraction of minute vesicles containing variously coloured fluids. 15
I was really interested, on several occasions, in watching the habits of an octopus or cuttlefish. Although they're common in the pools left by the receding tide, these creatures were not easy to catch. With their long arms and suckers, they could pull their bodies into very narrow crevices, and when they did, it took great force to pull them out. At other times, they would dart tail-first, as fast as an arrow, from one side of the pool to the other, simultaneously releasing a dark chestnut-brown ink that discolored the water. These animals also evade detection with an amazing, chameleon-like ability to change their color. They seem to adjust their hues based on the type of ground they are on: in deep water, they generally appeared brownish-purple, but when on land or in shallow water, their dark color changed to a yellowish-green. Upon closer examination, the color was a French grey with numerous tiny spots of bright yellow; the intensity of the grey varied, while the yellow spots would disappear and reappear in turns. These changes happened in such a way that clouds, shifting in color between a hyacinth red and chestnut-brown, 14 were constantly moving across their bodies. If any part experienced a slight jolt of electricity, it would turn almost black; a similar but lesser effect occurred when scratching the skin with a needle. These clouds, or blushes as they might be called, are said to result from the alternating expansion and contraction of tiny vesicles filled with variously colored fluids. 15
This cuttle-fish displayed its chameleon-like power both during the act of swimming and whilst remaining stationary at the bottom. I was much amused by the various arts to escape detection used by one individual, which seemed fully aware that I was watching it. Remaining for a time motionless, it would then stealthily advance an inch or two, like a cat after a mouse; sometimes changing its colour: it thus proceeded, till having gained a deeper part, it darted away, leaving a dusky train of ink to hide the hole into which it had crawled.
This cuttlefish showed off its chameleon-like ability both while swimming and when staying still at the bottom. I was quite entertained by the various tricks this one individual used to avoid being seen, clearly aware that I was observing it. It would stay motionless for a while, then sneakily inch forward, like a cat stalking a mouse; sometimes it would change its color. It kept this up until it reached a deeper area, then it darted away, leaving a dark trail of ink to conceal the spot it had slipped into.
While looking for marine animals, with my head about two feet above the rocky shore, I was more than once saluted by a jet of water, accompanied by a slight grating noise. At first I could not think what it was, but afterwards I found out that it was this cuttle-fish, which, though concealed in a hole, thus often led me to its discovery. That it possesses the power of ejecting water there is no doubt, and it appeared to me that it could certainly take good aim by directing the tube or siphon on the under side of its body. From the difficulty which these animals have in carrying their heads, they cannot crawl with ease when placed on the ground. I observed that one which I kept in the cabin was slightly phosphorescent in the dark.
While searching for marine animals, with my head about two feet above the rocky shore, I was often greeted by a spray of water, along with a faint grating sound. At first, I couldn't figure out what it was, but later I discovered it was from this cuttlefish, which, although hidden in a hole, often revealed its presence that way. There's no doubt it has the ability to shoot out water, and it seemed to me that it could definitely aim well by directing the tube or siphon on the underside of its body. Because these animals struggle to lift their heads, they can't crawl easily when on the ground. I noticed that one I kept in the cabin glowed slightly in the dark.
ST. PAUL'S ROCKS.—In crossing the Atlantic we hove-to during the morning of February 16th, close to the island of St. Paul's. This cluster of rocks is situated in 0 degs. 58' north latitude, and 29 degs. 15' west longitude. It is 540 miles distant from the coast of America, and 350 from the island of Fernando Noronha. The highest point is only fifty feet above the level of the sea, and the entire circumference is under three-quarters of a mile. This small point rises abruptly out of the depths of the ocean. Its mineralogical constitution is not simple; in some parts the rock is of a cherty, in others of a felspathic nature, including thin veins of serpentine. It is a remarkable fact, that all the many small islands, lying far from any continent, in the Pacific, Indian, and Atlantic Oceans, with the exception of the Seychelles and this little point of rock, are, I believe, composed either of coral or of erupted matter. The volcanic nature of these oceanic islands is evidently an extension of that law, and the effect of those same causes, whether chemical or mechanical, from which it results that a vast majority of the volcanoes now in action stand either near sea-coasts or as islands in the midst of the sea.
ST. PAUL'S ROCKS.—While crossing the Atlantic, we stopped for a while on the morning of February 16th, near the island of St. Paul's. This group of rocks is located at 0 degrees 58' north latitude and 29 degrees 15' west longitude. It's 540 miles away from the coast of America and 350 miles from the island of Fernando Noronha. The highest point stands only fifty feet above sea level, and the entire area is less than three-quarters of a mile around. This small piece of land rises sharply from the ocean depths. Its mineral makeup is quite complex; in some areas, the rock is cherty, while in others, it has a felspathic nature, with thin veins of serpentine. It's noteworthy that all the many small islands, far from any continent, in the Pacific, Indian, and Atlantic Oceans, except for the Seychelles and this little rock, are mainly made up of coral or volcanic material. The volcanic nature of these oceanic islands clearly follows that pattern, stemming from the same chemical or mechanical processes that explain why most active volcanoes are found either near coastlines or as islands in the ocean.

The rocks of St. Paul appear from a distance of a brilliantly white colour. This is partly owing to the dung of a vast multitude of seafowl, and partly to a coating of a hard glossy substance with a pearly lustre, which is intimately united to the surface of the rocks. This, when examined with a lens, is found to consist of numerous exceedingly thin layers, its total thickness being about the tenth of an inch. It contains much animal matter, and its origin, no doubt, is due to the action of the rain or spray on the birds' dung. Below some small masses of guano at Ascension, and on the Abrolhos Islets, I found certain stalactitic branching bodies, formed apparently in the same manner as the thin white coating on these rocks. The branching bodies so closely resembled in general appearance certain nulliporae (a family of hard calcareous sea-plants), that in lately looking hastily over my collection I did not perceive the difference. The globular extremities of the branches are of a pearly texture, like the enamel of teeth, but so hard as just to scratch plate-glass. I may here mention, that on a part of the coast of Ascension, where there is a vast accumulation of shelly sand, an incrustation is deposited on the tidal rocks by the water of the sea, resembling, as represented in the woodcut, certain cryptogamic plants (Marchantiae) often seen on damp walls. The surface of the fronds is beautifully glossy; and those parts formed where fully exposed to the light are of a jet black colour, but those shaded under ledges are only grey. I have shown specimens of this incrustation to several geologists, and they all thought that they were of volcanic or igneous origin! In its hardness and translucency—in its polish, equal to that of the finest oliva-shell—in the bad smell given out, and loss of colour under the blowpipe—it shows a close similarity with living sea-shells. Moreover, in sea-shells, it is known that the parts habitually covered and shaded by the mantle of the animal, are of a paler colour than those fully exposed to the light, just as is the case with this incrustation. When we remember that lime, either as a phosphate or carbonate, enters into the composition of the hard parts, such as bones and shells, of all living animals, it is an interesting physiological fact 16 to find substances harder than the enamel of teeth, and coloured surfaces as well polished as those of a fresh shell, reformed through inorganic means from dead organic matter—mocking, also, in shape, some of the lower vegetable productions.
The rocks of St. Paul look brilliantly white from a distance. This is partly due to the droppings of a huge number of seabirds and partly because of a hard, shiny layer with a pearly sheen that is closely attached to the rock surface. When examined with a lens, this layer consists of numerous very thin sheets, with a total thickness of about a tenth of an inch. It has a lot of animal matter, and its origin is likely due to rain or spray acting on the birds' droppings. Below some small patches of guano at Ascension and on the Abrolhos Islets, I found certain stalactite-like branching structures that seem to have formed in the same way as the thin white coating on these rocks. These branching structures looked so similar to certain nullipore (a family of hard, calcareous marine plants) that I didn’t notice the difference when quickly reviewing my collection. The rounded ends of the branches have a pearly texture, similar to tooth enamel, but are hard enough to scratch plate glass. I should also mention that along part of the coast of Ascension, where there is a large accumulation of sandy shell debris, a crust forms on the tidal rocks due to seawater that resembles certain cryptogamic plants (Marchantiae) often found on damp walls. The surface of these fronds is beautifully shiny; those parts fully exposed to light are jet black, while the shaded areas are only grey. I have shown samples of this crust to several geologists, and they all believed it was of volcanic or igneous origin! In its hardness and translucence—as well as its polish, comparable to that of the finest oliva shell—in the unpleasant smell it emits, and its color loss under the blowpipe, it closely resembles living sea shells. Furthermore, in sea shells, it’s known that the parts constantly covered and shaded by the animal's mantle are paler than those fully exposed to light, just like this crust. When we consider that lime, whether as phosphate or carbonate, is part of the hard components, such as bones and shells, of all living creatures, it's an intriguing physiological fact 16 to find substances harder than tooth enamel, with colored surfaces just as polished as those of a fresh shell, reformed through inorganic processes from dead organic matter—also mimicking the shapes of some simpler plant life.
We found on St. Paul's only two kinds of birds—the booby and the noddy. The former is a species of gannet, and the latter a tern. Both are of a tame and stupid disposition, and are so unaccustomed to visitors, that I could have killed any number of them with my geological hammer. The booby lays her eggs on the bare rock; but the tern makes a very simple nest with sea-weed. By the side of many of these nests a small flying-fish was placed; which I suppose, had been brought by the male bird for its partner. It was amusing to watch how quickly a large and active crab (Graspus), which inhabits the crevices of the rock, stole the fish from the side of the nest, as soon as we had disturbed the parent birds. Sir W. Symonds, one of the few persons who have landed here, informs me that he saw the crabs dragging even the young birds out of their nests, and devouring them. Not a single plant, not even a lichen, grows on this islet; yet it is inhabited by several insects and spiders. The following list completes, I believe, the terrestrial fauna: a fly (Olfersia) living on the booby, and a tick which must have come here as a parasite on the birds; a small brown moth, belonging to a genus that feeds on feathers; a beetle (Quedius) and a woodlouse from beneath the dung; and lastly, numerous spiders, which I suppose prey on these small attendants and scavengers of the water-fowl. The often repeated description of the stately palm and other noble tropical plants, then birds, and lastly man, taking possession of the coral islets as soon as formed, in the Pacific, is probably not correct; I fear it destroys the poetry of this story, that feather and dirt-feeding and parasitic insects and spiders should be the first inhabitants of newly formed oceanic land.
We found only two types of birds on St. Paul's—the booby and the noddy. The booby is a kind of gannet, while the noddy is a tern. Both are rather tame and foolish, and they're so unaccustomed to people that I could have easily knocked them out with my geological hammer. The booby lays her eggs on bare rock, but the tern makes a very simple nest out of seaweed. Next to many of these nests, there was a small flying fish, which I assume the male bird had brought for its mate. It was entertaining to see how quickly a large, active crab (Graspus), which lives in the rock's crevices, snatched the fish away as soon as we disturbed the parent birds. Sir W. Symonds, one of the few people who have landed here, told me he saw crabs even dragging young birds out of their nests and eating them. Not a single plant, not even a lichen, grows on this small island; yet it is home to several insects and spiders. I believe the following list completes the land-based fauna: a fly (Olfersia) that lives on the booby, and a tick that must have arrived here as a parasite on the birds; a small brown moth from a genus that feeds on feathers; a beetle (Quedius) and a woodlouse found under the dung; and lastly, many spiders, which I assume prey on these small helpers and scavengers of the waterfowl. The often-repeated description of the majestic palm and other grand tropical plants, followed by birds, and finally humans occupying the coral islets as soon as they're formed in the Pacific, is probably wrong; I'm afraid it takes away from the poetry of this story that the first residents of newly created oceanic land should be feather- and waste-eating, parasitic insects and spiders.
The smallest rock in the tropical seas, by giving a foundation for the growth of innumerable kinds of sea-weed and compound animals, supports likewise a large number of fish. The sharks and the seamen in the boats maintained a constant struggle which should secure the greater share of the prey caught by the fishing-lines. I have heard that a rock near the Bermudas, lying many miles out at sea, and at a considerable depth, was first discovered by the circumstance of fish having been observed in the neighbourhood.
The tiniest rock in the tropical seas creates a base for countless types of seaweed and complex animals, which in turn support a large number of fish. The sharks and fishermen in boats engaged in a constant battle over who would get the larger portion of the catch from the fishing lines. I've heard that a rock near the Bermuda Islands, located many miles out in the ocean and at a significant depth, was first discovered because fish were spotted nearby.
FERNANDO NORONHA, Feb. 20th.—As far as I was enabled to observe, during the few hours we stayed at this place, the constitution of the island is volcanic, but probably not of a recent date. The most remarkable feature is a conical hill, about one thousand feet high, the upper part of which is exceedingly steep, and on one side overhangs its base. The rock is phonolite, and is divided into irregular columns. On viewing one of these isolated masses, at first one is inclined to believe that it has been suddenly pushed up in a semi-fluid state. At St. Helena, however, I ascertained that some pinnacles, of a nearly similar figure and constitution, had been formed by the injection of melted rock into yielding strata, which thus had formed the moulds for these gigantic obelisks. The whole island is covered with wood; but from the dryness of the climate there is no appearance of luxuriance. Half-way up the mountain, some great masses of the columnar rock, shaded by laurel-like trees, and ornamented by others covered with fine pink flowers but without a single leaf, gave a pleasing effect to the nearer parts of the scenery.
FERNANDO NORONHA, Feb. 20th.—From what I could see during the few hours we spent here, the island is volcanic, though probably not recently formed. The most notable feature is a conical hill, about a thousand feet high, with a very steep upper part that overhangs its base on one side. The rock is phonolite and is shaped into irregular columns. When you first look at one of these isolated masses, it seems like it was suddenly pushed up while still semi-fluid. However, at St. Helena, I discovered that some similar-looking formations were created by melted rock being injected into pliable layers, which formed molds for these giant obelisks. The entire island is covered in trees, but the dry climate doesn’t allow for much lushness. Halfway up the mountain, large masses of columnar rock, shaded by laurel-like trees and adorned with others that have fine pink flowers but no leaves, create a pleasing effect in the nearby scenery.
BAHIA, OR SAN SALVADOR. BRAZIL, Feb. 29th.—The day has passed delightfully. Delight itself, however, is a weak term to express the feelings of a naturalist who, for the first time, has wandered by himself in a Brazilian forest. The elegance of the grasses, the novelty of the parasitical plants, the beauty of the flowers, the glossy green of the foliage, but above all the general luxuriance of the vegetation, filled me with admiration. A most paradoxical mixture of sound and silence pervades the shady parts of the wood. The noise from the insects is so loud, that it may be heard even in a vessel anchored several hundred yards from the shore; yet within the recesses of the forest a universal silence appears to reign. To a person fond of natural history, such a day as this brings with it a deeper pleasure than he can ever hope to experience again. After wandering about for some hours, I returned to the landing-place; but, before reaching it, I was overtaken by a tropical storm. I tried to find shelter under a tree, which was so thick that it would never have been penetrated by common English rain; but here, in a couple of minutes, a little torrent flowed down the trunk. It is to this violence of the rain that we must attribute the verdure at the bottom of the thickest woods: if the showers were like those of a colder climate, the greater part would be absorbed or evaporated before it reached the ground. I will not at present attempt to describe the gaudy scenery of this noble bay, because, in our homeward voyage, we called here a second time, and I shall then have occasion to remark on it.
BAHIA, OR SAN SALVADOR. BRAZIL, Feb. 29th.—The day has been amazing. "Amazing" doesn’t even begin to describe how a naturalist feels after exploring a Brazilian forest on their own for the first time. The graceful grasses, the unique parasitic plants, the gorgeous flowers, the glossy green leaves, and especially the rich abundance of vegetation left me in awe. There's a strange mix of sound and silence in the shaded areas of the woods. The buzzing of insects is so loud that you can hear it even from a boat anchored several hundred yards from the shore; yet deep in the forest, there seems to be a quiet calm. For someone who loves natural history, a day like this offers a joy that’s hard to capture again. After wandering around for a few hours, I made my way back to the landing place. However, before I got there, a tropical storm hit me. I tried to take cover under a tree that looked sturdy enough to withstand heavy rain, but in just a couple of minutes, water was pouring down the trunk like a small waterfall. This intense rainfall is why the undergrowth in the densest woods is so lush; if the rains were like those in cooler climates, most of it would evaporate or soak into the ground before it could nourish the plants. I won’t try to describe the vibrant scenery of this beautiful bay right now because we stopped here again on our way home, and I'll have the chance to comment on it then.
Along the whole coast of Brazil, for a length of at least 2000 miles, and certainly for a considerable space inland, wherever solid rock occurs, it belongs to a granitic formation. The circumstance of this enormous area being constituted of materials which most geologists believe to have been crystallized when heated under pressure, gives rise to many curious reflections. Was this effect produced beneath the depths of a profound ocean? or did a covering of strata formerly extend over it, which has since been removed? Can we believe that any power, acting for a time short of infinity, could have denuded the granite over so many thousand square leagues?
Along the entire coast of Brazil, stretching for at least 2,000 miles and certainly for a significant distance inland, wherever there is solid rock, it is part of a granitic formation. The fact that this vast area consists of materials that most geologists believe were crystallized under heat and pressure raises many intriguing questions. Was this effect created beneath the depths of a deep ocean? Or did a layer of sediment once cover it that has since been eroded away? Can we really believe that any force, acting for a time shorter than eternity, could have stripped the granite over so many thousands of square miles?
On a point not far from the city, where a rivulet entered the sea, I observed a fact connected with a subject discussed by Humboldt. 17 At the cataracts of the great rivers Orinoco, Nile, and Congo, the syenitic rocks are coated by a black substance, appearing as if they had been polished with plumbago. The layer is of extreme thinness; and on analysis by Berzelius it was found to consist of the oxides of manganese and iron. In the Orinoco it occurs on the rocks periodically washed by the floods, and in those parts alone where the stream is rapid; or, as the Indians say, "the rocks are black where the waters are white." Here the coating is of a rich brown instead of a black colour, and seems to be composed of ferruginous matter alone. Hand specimens fail to give a just idea of these brown burnished stones which glitter in the sun's rays. They occur only within the limits of the tidal waves; and as the rivulet slowly trickles down, the surf must supply the polishing power of the cataracts in the great rivers. In like manner, the rise and fall of the tide probably answer to the periodical inundations; and thus the same effects are produced under apparently different but really similar circumstances. The origin, however, of these coatings of metallic oxides, which seem as if cemented to the rocks, is not understood; and no reason, I believe, can be assigned for their thickness remaining the same.
On a point not far from the city, where a stream flows into the sea, I noticed something related to a topic discussed by Humboldt. 17 At the waterfalls of the great rivers Orinoco, Nile, and Congo, the syenitic rocks are covered by a black substance that looks like they’ve been polished with graphite. The layer is extremely thin; and when analyzed by Berzelius, it was found to consist of manganese and iron oxides. In the Orinoco, it appears on rocks that are periodically washed by floods and only in areas where the current is strong; or, as the Indians say, “the rocks are black where the waters are white.” Here, the coating is a rich brown instead of black and seems to consist solely of iron-rich material. Hand samples do not accurately represent these brown, shiny stones that sparkle in the sunlight. They are found only within the reach of the tidal waves; and as the stream slowly flows down, the surf must provide the polishing power of the waterfalls in the major rivers. Similarly, the rise and fall of the tide likely correspond to the seasonal floods; thus, the same effects occur under seemingly different but actually similar conditions. However, the origin of these coatings of metal oxides, which seem as if they are cemented to the rocks, is not understood, and I believe there is no reason that can explain why their thickness remains constant.
One day I was amused by watching the habits of the Diodon antennatus, which was caught swimming near the shore. This fish, with its flabby skin, is well known to possess the singular power of distending itself into a nearly spherical form. After having been taken out of water for a short time, and then again immersed in it, a considerable quantity both of water and air is absorbed by the mouth, and perhaps likewise by the branchial orifices. This process is effected by two methods: the air is swallowed, and is then forced into the cavity of the body, its return being prevented by a muscular contraction which is externally visible: but the water enters in a gentle stream through the mouth, which is kept wide open and motionless; this latter action must, therefore, depend on suction. The skin about the abdomen is much looser than that on the back; hence, during the inflation, the lower surface becomes far more distended than the upper; and the fish, in consequence, floats with its back downwards. Cuvier doubts whether the Diodon in this position is able to swim; but not only can it thus move forward in a straight line, but it can turn round to either side. This latter movement is effected solely by the aid of the pectoral fins; the tail being collapsed, and not used. From the body being buoyed up with so much air, the branchial openings are out of water, but a stream drawn in by the mouth constantly flows through them.
One day, I was fascinated by the behavior of the Diodon antennatus, which was caught swimming close to the shore. This fish, with its soft skin, is known for its unique ability to puff itself up into a nearly round shape. After being out of the water for a short time and then put back in, it absorbs a significant amount of both water and air through its mouth, and possibly through its gill openings as well. This process occurs in two ways: it swallows air, which is then pushed into its body, with its return blocked by a visible muscular contraction. Meanwhile, water enters in a gentle flow through its wide-open, still mouth, relying on suction. The skin around its belly is much looser than that on its back; thus, during inflation, the underside expands much more than the top, causing the fish to float with its back facing down. Cuvier questions whether the Diodon can swim in this position, but it not only moves forward in a straight line but can also turn to either side. This movement is entirely powered by its pectoral fins, as its tail is collapsed and not used. With so much air in its body, its gill openings remain out of the water, yet a constant stream of water flows through them drawn in by its mouth.
The fish, having remained in this distended state for a short time, generally expelled the air and water with considerable force from the branchial apertures and mouth. It could emit, at will, a certain portion of the water, and it appears, therefore, probable that this fluid is taken in partly for the sake of regulating its specific gravity. This Diodon possessed several means of defence. It could give a severe bite, and could eject water from its mouth to some distance, at the same time making a curious noise by the movement of its jaws. By the inflation of its body, the papillae, with which the skin is covered, become erect and pointed. But the most curious circumstance is, that it secretes from the skin of its belly, when handled, a most beautiful carmine-red fibrous matter, which stains ivory and paper in so permanent a manner that the tint is retained with all its brightness to the present day: I am quite ignorant of the nature and use of this secretion. I have heard from Dr. Allan of Forres, that he has frequently found a Diodon, floating alive and distended, in the stomach of the shark, and that on several occasions he has known it eat its way, not only through the coats of the stomach, but through the sides of the monster, which has thus been killed. Who would ever have imagined that a little soft fish could have destroyed the great and savage shark?
The fish, after being in this swollen state for a short while, usually forcefully expelled the air and water from its gills and mouth. It could release some of the water at will, suggesting that it takes in this fluid partly to help regulate its buoyancy. This Diodon had several ways to defend itself. It could deliver a painful bite and shoot water from its mouth a good distance while making a strange sound with its jaws. When it puffs up its body, the little spikes on its skin stand up and become sharp. The most interesting thing is that it secretes a beautiful carmine-red fibrous substance from its belly when handled, which stains ivory and paper so permanently that the color remains vibrant to this day; I have no idea what this secretion is or its purpose. I've heard from Dr. Allan in Forres that he has often found a live, inflated Diodon in the stomach of a shark, and on several occasions, he has seen it chew its way not just through the stomach lining but even through the sides of the shark, which ultimately leads to its death. Who would have thought that such a small, soft fish could take down such a large and fierce shark?
March 18th.—We sailed from Bahia. A few days afterwards, when not far distant from the Abrolhos Islets, my attention was called to a reddish-brown appearance in the sea. The whole surface of the water, as it appeared under a weak lens, seemed as if covered by chopped bits of hay, with their ends jagged. These are minute cylindrical confervae, in bundles or rafts of from twenty to sixty in each. Mr. Berkeley informs me that they are the same species (Trichodesmium erythraeum) with that found over large spaces in the Red Sea, and whence its name of Red Sea is derived. 18 Their numbers must be infinite: the ship passed through several bands of them, one of which was about ten yards wide, and, judging from the mud-like colour of the water, at least two and a half miles long. In almost every long voyage some account is given of these confervae. They appear especially common in the sea near Australia; and off Cape Leeuwin I found an allied but smaller and apparently different species. Captain Cook, in his third voyage, remarks, that the sailors gave to this appearance the name of sea-sawdust.
March 18th.—We set sail from Bahia. A few days later, not far from the Abrolhos Islets, I noticed a reddish-brown coloration in the sea. The entire surface of the water, as seen through a weak lens, looked like it was covered in chopped bits of hay with jagged ends. These are tiny cylindrical confervae, found in bundles or rafts of twenty to sixty each. Mr. Berkeley tells me that they are the same species (Trichodesmium erythraeum) found over large areas in the Red Sea, which is how the Red Sea got its name. 18 Their numbers must be countless: the ship passed through several bands of them, one of which was about ten yards wide and, judging by the mud-like color of the water, at least two and a half miles long. Almost every long voyage has some account of these confervae. They seem especially common in the sea near Australia; and off Cape Leeuwin, I found an allied but smaller and apparently different species. Captain Cook, in his third voyage, noted that the sailors referred to this phenomenon as sea-sawdust.
Near Keeling Atoll, in the Indian Ocean, I observed many little masses of confervae a few inches square, consisting of long cylindrical threads of excessive thinness, so as to be barely visible to the naked eye, mingled with other rather larger bodies, finely conical at both ends. Two of these are shown in the woodcut united together. They vary in length from .04 to .06, and even to .08 of an inch in length; and in diameter from .006 to .008 of an inch. Near one extremity of the cylindrical part, a green septum, formed of granular matter, and thickest in the middle, may generally be seen. This, I believe, is the bottom of a most delicate, colourless sac, composed of a pulpy substance, which lines the exterior case, but does not extend within the extreme conical points. In some specimens, small but perfect spheres of brownish granular matter supplied the places of the septa; and I observed the curious process by which they were produced. The pulpy matter of the internal coating suddenly grouped itself into lines, some of which assumed a form radiating from a common centre; it then continued, with an irregular and rapid movement, to contract itself, so that in the course of a second the whole was united into a perfect little sphere, which occupied the position of the septum at one end of the now quite hollow case. The formation of the granular sphere was hastened by any accidental injury. I may add, that frequently a pair of these bodies were attached to each other, as represented above, cone beside cone, at that end where the septum occurs.
Near Keeling Atoll in the Indian Ocean, I noticed many small clusters of confervae a few inches across, made up of long, thin cylindrical threads barely visible to the naked eye. These were mixed with other slightly larger shapes, tapered at both ends. Two of these are illustrated in the woodcut, connected together. They range in length from .04 to .06, and even up to .08 inches, and in diameter from .006 to .008 inches. Near one end of the cylindrical part, there's usually a green septum made of granular material, which is thickest in the middle. I believe this is the base of a delicate, colorless sac made of a pulpy substance that lines the outside but doesn’t reach into the pointed ends. In some specimens, small, perfect spheres of brownish granular material replaced the septa, and I observed the interesting process by which they formed. The pulpy matter of the inner lining would suddenly align into lines, some radiating from a common center. It then continued to contract with irregular and rapid movements, so that within a second, everything came together into a perfect little sphere, which took the place of the septum at one end of the now completely hollow case. The formation of the granular sphere was sped up by any accidental damage. I should also mention that often a pair of these bodies were connected to each other, as shown above, cone beside cone, at the end where the septum is located.
I will add here a few other observations connected with the discoloration of the sea from organic causes. On the coast of Chile, a few leagues north of Concepcion, the Beagle one day passed through great bands of muddy water, exactly like that of a swollen river; and again, a degree south of Valparaiso, when fifty miles from the land, the same appearance was still more extensive. Some of the water placed in a glass was of a pale reddish tint; and, examined under a microscope, was seen to swarm with minute animalcula darting about, and often exploding. Their shape is oval, and contracted in the middle by a ring of vibrating curved ciliae. It was, however, very difficult to examine them with care, for almost the instant motion ceased, even while crossing the field of vision, their bodies burst. Sometimes both ends burst at once, sometimes only one, and a quantity of coarse, brownish, granular matter was ejected. The animal an instant before bursting expanded to half again its natural size; and the explosion took place about fifteen seconds after the rapid progressive motion had ceased: in a few cases it was preceded for a short interval by a rotatory movement on the longer axis. About two minutes after any number were isolated in a drop of water, they thus perished. The animals move with the narrow apex forwards, by the aid of their vibratory ciliae, and generally by rapid starts. They are exceedingly minute, and quite invisible to the naked eye, only covering a space equal to the square of the thousandth of an inch. Their numbers were infinite; for the smallest drop of water which I could remove contained very many. In one day we passed through two spaces of water thus stained, one of which alone must have extended over several square miles. What incalculable numbers of these microscopical animals! The colour of the water, as seen at some distance, was like that of a river which has flowed through a red clay district, but under the shade of the vessel's side it was quite as dark as chocolate. The line where the red and blue water joined was distinctly defined. The weather for some days previously had been calm, and the ocean abounded, to an unusual degree, with living creatures. 19
I want to share some additional observations related to the discoloration of the sea from organic sources. Off the coast of Chile, just north of Concepcion, the Beagle once sailed through large patches of muddy water, similar to what you’d see with a swollen river; and again, one degree south of Valparaiso, even fifty miles from land, we saw this phenomenon on a larger scale. Some of the water collected in a glass had a pale reddish tint and, when examined under a microscope, was teeming with tiny organisms darting around and often bursting. They were oval-shaped and had a constricted middle surrounded by a ring of vibrating, curved cilia. However, it was quite challenging to observe them closely because nearly as soon as they stopped moving—even just while crossing my field of vision—their bodies would suddenly burst. Sometimes both ends would burst simultaneously, other times just one, ejecting a lot of coarse, brownish, granular material. Just before bursting, the organism would expand to one and a half times its normal size; the explosion happened about fifteen seconds after their rapid movement ceased. Occasionally, it would be preceded for a brief moment by a spinning action along their longer axis. About two minutes after isolating any of them in a drop of water, they would perish this way. The organisms moved with their pointed end forward, using their vibrating cilia, generally making rapid starts. They were extremely tiny and invisible to the naked eye, covering a space no larger than the square of one-thousandth of an inch. Their numbers were endless; even the smallest drop of water I could collect contained many of them. In one day, we passed through two areas of stained water, one of which alone must have spread over several square miles. Just imagine the countless numbers of these microscopic creatures! From a distance, the color of the water looked like a river that had flowed through a red clay area, but under the shade of the boat's side, it was as dark as chocolate. The boundary where the red and blue water met was clearly defined. The weather had been calm for several days, and the ocean was unusually full of life. 19
In the sea around Tierra del Fuego, and at no great distance from the land, I have seen narrow lines of water of a bright red colour, from the number of crustacea, which somewhat resemble in form large prawns. The sealers call them whale-food. Whether whales feed on them I do not know; but terns, cormorants, and immense herds of great unwieldy seals derive, on some parts of the coast, their chief sustenance from these swimming crabs. Seamen invariably attribute the discoloration of the water to spawn; but I found this to be the case only on one occasion. At the distance of several leagues from the Archipelago of the Galapagos, the ship sailed through three strips of a dark yellowish, or mud-like water; these strips were some miles long, but only a few yards wide, and they were separated from the surrounding water by a sinuous yet distinct margin. The colour was caused by little gelatinous balls, about the fifth of an inch in diameter, in which numerous minute spherical ovules were imbedded: they were of two distinct kinds, one being of a reddish colour and of a different shape from the other. I cannot form a conjecture as to what two kinds of animals these belonged. Captain Colnett remarks, that this appearance is very common among the Galapagos Islands, and that the directions of the bands indicate that of the currents; in the described case, however, the line was caused by the wind. The only other appearance which I have to notice, is a thin oily coat on the water which displays iridescent colours. I saw a considerable tract of the ocean thus covered on the coast of Brazil; the seamen attributed it to the putrefying carcase of some whale, which probably was floating at no great distance. I do not here mention the minute gelatinous particles, hereafter to be referred to, which are frequently dispersed throughout the water, for they are not sufficiently abundant to create any change of colour.
In the waters around Tierra del Fuego, not far from shore, I’ve noticed narrow strips of bright red water, caused by the number of crustaceans that somewhat resemble large prawns. The sealers call them whale food. Whether whales actually eat them, I can’t say; but terns, cormorants, and large groups of bulky seals rely on these swimming crabs for most of their food in some parts of the coast. Sailors usually think the water's discoloration is from spawn, but I only found that to be true once. Several leagues from the Galapagos Islands, the ship passed through three strips of dark yellowish, muddy-looking water; these strips were several miles long but only a few yards wide, clearly separated from the surrounding water by a winding yet distinct edge. The color came from tiny gelatinous balls, about a fifth of an inch across, containing numerous small spherical eggs; there were two different types, one reddish and shaped differently than the other. I can't guess what kinds of animals these were. Captain Colnett notes that this phenomenon is quite common around the Galapagos Islands, and the direction of the bands shows the current flow; however, in this case, the line was formed by the wind. The only other thing I should mention is a thin oily layer on the water that shows iridescent colors. I saw a significant area of the ocean covered this way off the coast of Brazil; the sailors blamed it on the decaying carcass of a whale that was probably floating nearby. I won’t mention the tiny gelatinous particles that will be discussed later, as they aren’t abundant enough to change the water's color.
There are two circumstances in the above accounts which appear remarkable: first, how do the various bodies which form the bands with defined edges keep together? In the case of the prawn-like crabs, their movements were as co-instantaneous as in a regiment of soldiers; but this cannot happen from anything like voluntary action with the ovules, or the confervae, nor is it probable among the infusoria. Secondly, what causes the length and narrowness of the bands? The appearance so much resembles that which may be seen in every torrent, where the stream uncoils into long streaks the froth collected in the eddies, that I must attribute the effect to a similar action either of the currents of the air or sea. Under this supposition we must believe that the various organized bodies are produced in certain favourable places, and are thence removed by the set of either wind or water. I confess, however, there is a very great difficulty in imagining any one spot to be the birthplace of the millions of millions of animalcula and confervae: for whence come the germs at such points?—the parent bodies having been distributed by the winds and waves over the immense ocean. But on no other hypothesis can I understand their linear grouping. I may add that Scoresby remarks that green water abounding with pelagic animals is invariably found in a certain part of the Arctic Sea.
There are two notable aspects in the accounts above: first, how do the various organisms that make up the bands with defined edges stay together? With the prawn-like crabs, their movements were as synchronized as a regiment of soldiers; but this kind of voluntary action can't happen with the ovules, or the confervae, and it seems unlikely among the infusoria. Secondly, what causes the bands to be long and narrow? The appearance closely resembles what you can see in any rapid stream, where the water unwinds into long streaks of froth collected in the eddies, so I have to attribute this effect to a similar action of air or sea currents. Assuming this, we have to believe that these different organized bodies form in specific favorable spots and are then carried away by the flow of either wind or water. However, I find it very hard to imagine any single place as the birthplace of the countless millions of animalcules and confervae: where do the germs come from in those locations?—the parent organisms having been spread by the winds and waves across the vast ocean. But I can’t understand their linear arrangement any other way. I should also mention that Scoresby notes that green water full of pelagic animals is consistently found in a certain part of the Arctic Sea.
CHAPTER II — RIO DE JANEIRO
Rio de Janeiro—Excursion north of Cape Frio—Great Evaporation—Slavery—Botofogo Bay—Terrestrial Planariae—Clouds on the Corcovado—Heavy Rain—Musical Frogs—Phosphorescent Insects—Elater, springing powers of—Blue Haze—Noise made by a Butterfly—Entomology—Ants—Wasp killing a Spider—Parasitical Spider—Artifices of an Epeira—Gregarious Spider—Spider with an unsymmetrical Web.
Rio de Janeiro—Trip north of Cape Frio—Significant evaporation—Slavery—Botofogo Bay—Land planarians—Clouds on Corcovado—Heavy rain—Singing frogs—Glowing insects—Elater, jumping ability of—Blue mist—Sound made by a butterfly—Entomology—Ants—Wasp killing a spider—Parasitic spider—Tricks of an Epeira—Social spider—Spider with an asymmetrical web.
APRIL 4th to July 5th, 1832.—A few days after our arrival I became acquainted with an Englishman who was going to visit his estate, situated rather more than a hundred miles from the capital, to the northward of Cape Frio. I gladly accepted his kind offer of allowing me to accompany him.
APRIL 4th to July 5th, 1832.—A few days after I arrived, I met an Englishman who was heading to his estate, located a bit more than a hundred miles north of Cape Frio from the capital. I happily accepted his generous offer to let me join him.
April 8th.—Our party amounted to seven. The first stage was very interesting. The day was powerfully hot, and as we passed through the woods, everything was motionless, excepting the large and brilliant butterflies, which lazily fluttered about. The view seen when crossing the hills behind Praia Grande was most beautiful; the colours were intense, and the prevailing tint a dark blue; the sky and the calm waters of the bay vied with each other in splendour. After passing through some cultivated country, we entered a forest, which in the grandeur of all its parts could not be exceeded. We arrived by midday at Ithacaia; this small village is situated on a plain, and round the central house are the huts of the negroes. These, from their regular form and position, reminded me of the drawings of the Hottentot habitations in Southern Africa. As the moon rose early, we determined to start the same evening for our sleeping-place at the Lagoa Marica. As it was growing dark we passed under one of the massive, bare, and steep hills of granite which are so common in this country. This spot is notorious from having been, for a long time, the residence of some runaway slaves, who, by cultivating a little ground near the top, contrived to eke out a subsistence. At length they were discovered, and a party of soldiers being sent, the whole were seized with the exception of one old woman, who, sooner than again be led into slavery, dashed herself to pieces from the summit of the mountain. In a Roman matron this would have been called the noble love of freedom: in a poor negress it is mere brutal obstinacy. We continued riding for some hours. For the few last miles the road was intricate, and it passed through a desert waste of marshes and lagoons. The scene by the dimmed light of the moon was most desolate. A few fireflies flitted by us; and the solitary snipe, as it rose, uttered its plaintive cry. The distant and sullen roar of the sea scarcely broke the stillness of the night.
April 8th.—Our group had seven people. The first part of the journey was very interesting. It was extremely hot, and as we walked through the woods, everything was still, except for the large, vibrant butterflies that fluttered lazily around. The view from the hills behind Praia Grande was stunning; the colors were intense, with a deep blue dominating the scenery; the sky and the calm waters of the bay competed in beauty. After passing through some farmland, we entered a forest that was impressively grand in all aspects. We reached Ithacaia by midday; this small village is located on a plain, and surrounding the central house are the huts of the locals. Their regular shapes and placements reminded me of drawings of Hottentot homes in Southern Africa. As the moon rose early, we decided to leave that evening for our sleeping spot at Lagoa Marica. As it got dark, we passed underneath one of the massive, bare, steep granite hills that are so common in this area. This place is infamous for having been the hideout of runaway slaves who managed to survive by farming a small plot near the top. Eventually, they were discovered, and a group of soldiers was sent to capture them, with the exception of one old woman who chose to jump from the mountain rather than be captured again. In a Roman matron, this would be seen as a noble love of freedom; in a poor Black woman, it's viewed as sheer stubbornness. We continued riding for several hours. The last few miles were complicated; the road ran through a desolate area of marshes and lagoons. By the dim light of the moon, the scene was incredibly bleak. A few fireflies passed by us, and the lone snipe that took flight made its sad call. The distant, low roar of the sea hardly disturbed the quiet of the night.
April 9th.—We left our miserable sleeping-place before sunrise. The road passed through a narrow sandy plain, lying between the sea and the interior salt lagoons. The number of beautiful fishing birds, such as egrets and cranes, and the succulent plants assuming most fantastical forms, gave to the scene an interest which it would not otherwise have possessed. The few stunted trees were loaded with parasitical plants, among which the beauty and delicious fragrance of some of the orchideae were most to be admired. As the sun rose, the day became extremely hot, and the reflection of the light and heat from the white sand was very distressing. We dined at Mandetiba; the thermometer in the shade being 84 degs. The beautiful view of the distant wooded hills, reflected in the perfectly calm water of an extensive lagoon, quite refreshed us. As the venda 21 here was a very good one, and I have the pleasant, but rare remembrance, of an excellent dinner, I will be grateful and presently describe it, as the type of its class. These houses are often large, and are built of thick upright posts, with boughs interwoven, and afterwards plastered. They seldom have floors, and never glazed windows; but are generally pretty well roofed. Universally the front part is open, forming a kind of verandah, in which tables and benches are placed. The bed-rooms join on each side, and here the passenger may sleep as comfortably as he can, on a wooden platform, covered by a thin straw mat. The venda stands in a courtyard, where the horses are fed. On first arriving it was our custom to unsaddle the horses and give them their Indian corn; then, with a low bow, to ask the senhor to do us the favour to give up something to eat. "Anything you choose, sir," was his usual answer. For the few first times, vainly I thanked providence for having guided us to so good a man. The conversation proceeding, the case universally became deplorable. "Any fish can you do us the favour of giving ?"—"Oh! no, sir."—"Any soup?"—"No, sir."—"Any bread?"—"Oh! no, sir."—"Any dried meat?"—"Oh! no, sir." If we were lucky, by waiting a couple of hours, we obtained fowls, rice, and farinha. It not unfrequently happened, that we were obliged to kill, with stones, the poultry for our own supper. When, thoroughly exhausted by fatigue and hunger, we timorously hinted that we should be glad of our meal, the pompous, and (though true) most unsatisfactory answer was, "It will be ready when it is ready." If we had dared to remonstrate any further, we should have been told to proceed on our journey, as being too impertinent. The hosts are most ungracious and disagreeable in their manners; their houses and their persons are often filthily dirty; the want of the accommodation of forks, knives, and spoons is common; and I am sure no cottage or hovel in England could be found in a state so utterly destitute of every comfort. At Campos Novos, however, we fared sumptuously; having rice and fowls, biscuit, wine, and spirits, for dinner; coffee in the evening, and fish with coffee for breakfast. All this, with good food for the horses, only cost 2s. 6d. per head. Yet the host of this venda, being asked if he knew anything of a whip which one of the party had lost, gruffly answered, "How should I know? why did you not take care of it?—I suppose the dogs have eaten it."
April 9th.—We left our terrible sleeping place before sunrise. The road went through a narrow sandy plain between the sea and the inland salt lagoons. The abundance of beautiful fishing birds, like egrets and cranes, along with the bizarrely shaped succulent plants, made the scene much more interesting. The few stunted trees were covered with parasitic plants, among which the beauty and lovely fragrance of some orchids were especially noteworthy. As the sun rose, the day got extremely hot, and the light and heat reflecting off the white sand was quite uncomfortable. We had lunch at Mandetiba; the thermometer in the shade read 84 degrees. The stunning view of the distant wooded hills reflecting in the perfectly calm water of a large lagoon really refreshed us. Since the vanda 21 here was quite good, and I have a rare but pleasant memory of an excellent dinner, I will gladly describe it as representative of its kind. These houses are often large, constructed from thick upright posts with interwoven branches, then plastered over. They rarely have floors and never glazed windows, but they usually have decent roofs. The front part is typically open, forming a sort of verandah with tables and benches. The bedrooms are attached on each side, where guests can sleep as comfortably as possible on a wooden platform covered by a thin straw mat. The vanda is located in a courtyard where the horses are fed. Upon arriving, we would typically unsaddle the horses and give them their corn; then, with a polite bow, ask the owner for something to eat. “Anything you choose, sir,” was his usual reply. For the first few times, I thanked providence for leading us to such a good man. However, as the conversation continued, the situation consistently turned disappointing. “Can you give us any fish?”—“Oh! no, sir.” —“Any soup?”—“No, sir.” —“Any bread?”—“Oh! no, sir.” —“Any dried meat?”—“Oh! no, sir.” If we were lucky, by waiting a couple of hours, we got chickens, rice, and farinha. It often happened that we had to kill the poultry with stones for our own dinner. When we were completely exhausted from fatigue and hunger, we nervously suggested we would appreciate our meal, the pompous, albeit true, and very unsatisfactory answer was, “It will be ready when it is ready.” If we had dared to push further, we would have been told to continue on our journey for being too impolite. The hosts are quite ungracious and unpleasant; their houses and themselves are often filthy; the lack of forks, knives, and spoons is common; and I’m sure there is no cottage or hovel in England that could be found in such a dire state of discomfort. However, at Campos Novos, we had a lavish meal; we had rice, chickens, biscuits, wine, and spirits for dinner; coffee in the evening, and fish with coffee for breakfast. All of this, along with good food for the horses, only cost 2s. 6d. per person. Yet, when the host of this vanda was asked if he knew anything about a whip that one of the group had lost, he gruffly replied, “How should I know? Why didn't you take care of it? I suppose the dogs have eaten it.”
Leaving Mandetiba, we continued to pass through an intricate wilderness of lakes; in some of which were fresh, in others salt water shells. Of the former kinds, I found a Limnaea in great numbers in a lake, into which, the inhabitants assured me that the sea enters once a year, and sometimes oftener, and makes the water quite salt. I have no doubt many interesting facts, in relation to marine and fresh water animals, might be observed in this chain of lagoons, which skirt the coast of Brazil. M. Gay 22 has stated that he found in the neighbourhood of Rio, shells of the marine genera solen and mytilus, and fresh water ampullariae, living together in brackish water. I also frequently observed in the lagoon near the Botanic Garden, where the water is only a little less salt than in the sea, a species of hydrophilus, very similar to a water-beetle common in the ditches of England: in the same lake the only shell belonged to a genus generally found in estuaries.
Leaving Mandetiba, we continued through a complex wilderness of lakes; some contained freshwater, while others had saltwater shells. Among the freshwater types, I found a large number of Limnaea in one lake, which the locals told me is visited by the sea once a year, and sometimes more often, making the water quite salty. I'm sure many intriguing facts about marine and freshwater animals could be observed in this series of lagoons along the coast of Brazil. M. Gay 22 mentioned that he found shells of marine genera like solen and mytilus, alongside freshwater ampullariae, living together in brackish water near Rio. I also often spotted a hydrophilus species, which looks very similar to a water beetle common in England, in the lagoon close to the Botanic Garden, where the water is only slightly less salty than the sea. In that same lake, the only shell belonged to a genus typically found in estuaries.
Leaving the coast for a time, we again entered the forest. The trees were very lofty, and remarkable, compared with those of Europe, from the whiteness of their trunks. I see by my note-book, "wonderful and beautiful, flowering parasites," invariably struck me as the most novel object in these grand scenes. Travelling onwards we passed through tracts of pasturage, much injured by the enormous conical ants' nests, which were nearly twelve feet high. They gave to the plain exactly the appearance of the mud volcanos at Jorullo, as figured by Humboldt. We arrived at Engenhodo after it was dark, having been ten hours on horseback. I never ceased, during the whole journey, to be surprised at the amount of labour which the horses were capable of enduring; they appeared also to recover from any injury much sooner than those of our English breed. The Vampire bat is often the cause of much trouble, by biting the horses on their withers. The injury is generally not so much owing to the loss of blood, as to the inflammation which the pressure of the saddle afterwards produces. The whole circumstance has lately been doubted in England; I was therefore fortunate in being present when one (Desmodus d'orbignyi, Wat.) was actually caught on a horse's back. We were bivouacking late one evening near Coquimbo, in Chile, when my servant, noticing that one of the horses was very restive, went to see what was the matter, and fancying he could distinguish something, suddenly put his hand on the beast's withers, and secured the vampire. In the morning the spot where the bite had been inflicted was easily distinguished from being slightly swollen and bloody. The third day afterwards we rode the horse, without any ill effects.
Leaving the coast for a while, we re-entered the forest. The trees were very tall and striking, especially compared to those in Europe, because of their white trunks. I noted in my notebook that "wonderful and beautiful, flowering parasites" stood out to me as the most unique sight in these grand landscapes. As we traveled on, we passed through areas of pasture that were significantly damaged by enormous conical ants' nests, which were almost twelve feet high. They made the flat land look just like the mud volcanoes at Jorullo, as depicted by Humboldt. We arrived at Engenhodo after dark, after spending ten hours on horseback. Throughout the entire journey, I was amazed at how much labor the horses could endure; they also seemed to recover from any injuries much faster than those of our English breeds. The vampire bat often creates problems by biting the horses on their withers. The injury is usually not so much from the blood loss as from the inflammation caused by the pressure of the saddle afterward. This whole situation has recently been questioned in England; I was lucky to witness one (Desmodus d'orbignyi, Wat.) actually being caught on a horse's back. We were camping late one evening near Coquimbo, in Chile, when my servant noticed that one of the horses was very restless. He went to see what was wrong and, thinking he noticed something, suddenly placed his hand on the horse's withers and caught the vampire bat. In the morning, the spot where the bite had occurred was easy to identify, as it was slightly swollen and bloody. By the third day, we rode the horse without any negative effects.
April 13th.—After three days' travelling we arrived at Socego, the estate of Senhor Manuel Figuireda, a relation of one of our party. The house was simple, and, though like a barn in form, was well suited to the climate. In the sitting-room gilded chairs and sofas were oddly contrasted with the whitewashed walls, thatched roof, and windows without glass. The house, together with the granaries, the stables, and workshops for the blacks, who had been taught various trades, formed a rude kind of quadrangle; in the centre of which a large pile of coffee was drying. These buildings stand on a little hill, overlooking the cultivated ground, and surrounded on every side by a wall of dark green luxuriant forest. The chief produce of this part of the country is coffee. Each tree is supposed to yield annually, on an average, two pounds; but some give as much as eight. Mandioca or cassada is likewise cultivated in great quantity. Every part of this plant is useful; the leaves and stalks are eaten by the horses, and the roots are ground into a pulp, which, when pressed dry and baked, forms the farinha, the principal article of sustenance in the Brazils. It is a curious, though well-known fact, that the juice of this most nutritious plant is highly poisonous. A few years ago a cow died at this Fazenda, in consequence of having drunk some of it. Senhor Figuireda told me that he had planted, the year before, one bag of feijao or beans, and three of rice; the former of which produced eighty, and the latter three hundred and twenty fold. The pasturage supports a fine stock of cattle, and the woods are so full of game that a deer had been killed on each of the three previous days. This profusion of food showed itself at dinner, where, if the tables did not groan, the guests surely did; for each person is expected to eat of every dish. One day, having, as I thought, nicely calculated so that nothing should go away untasted, to my utter dismay a roast turkey and a pig appeared in all their substantial reality. During the meals, it was the employment of a man to drive out of the room sundry old hounds, and dozens of little black children, which crawled in together, at every opportunity. As long as the idea of slavery could be banished, there was something exceedingly fascinating in this simple and patriarchal style of living: it was such a perfect retirement and independence from the rest of the world.
April 13th.—After three days of travel, we arrived at Socego, the estate of Senhor Manuel Figuireda, a relative of one of our group. The house was simple and, although it resembled a barn, it was well-suited for the climate. In the living room, the gilded chairs and sofas stood out oddly against the whitewashed walls, thatched roof, and window frames without glass. The house, along with the granaries, stables, and workshops for the black workers, who had been trained in various trades, created a rough sort of courtyard; in the middle, a large pile of coffee was drying. These buildings were on a small hill overlooking the farmland and were surrounded on all sides by a wall of lush dark green forest. The main crop in this area is coffee. Each tree is expected to produce an average of two pounds annually, but some can yield as much as eight. Mandioca or cassava is also grown in large quantities. Every part of this plant is useful; the horses eat the leaves and stalks, while the roots are ground into a pulp that, when dried and baked, becomes farinha, the primary food source in Brazil. Interestingly, although this plant is highly nutritious, its juice is extremely poisonous. A few years ago, a cow on this Fazenda died after drinking some of it. Senhor Figuireda mentioned that the year before, he planted one bag of feijão or beans and three bags of rice; the beans yielded eighty times and the rice three hundred and twenty times. The pastures support a healthy herd of cattle, and the woods are so full of game that a deer had been killed on each of the three previous days. This abundance of food was evident at dinner, where, if the tables didn’t groan, the guests certainly did; each person is expected to sample every dish. One day, thinking I had calculated perfectly to ensure nothing went untasted, I was utterly dismayed when a roast turkey and a pig appeared in all their substantial glory. During meals, one man’s job was to chase away various old hounds and dozens of little black children who crawled in at every opportunity. As long as the idea of slavery could be set aside, there was something incredibly captivating about this simple and patriarchal way of life: it was a perfect retreat and independence from the rest of the world.
As soon as any stranger is seen arriving, a large bell is set tolling, and generally some small cannon are fired. The event is thus announced to the rocks and woods, but to nothing else. One morning I walked out an hour before daylight to admire the solemn stillness of the scene; at last, the silence was broken by the morning hymn, raised on high by the whole body of the blacks; and in this manner their daily work is generally begun. On such fazendas as these, I have no doubt the slaves pass happy and contented lives. On Saturday and Sunday they work for themselves, and in this fertile climate the labour of two days is sufficient to support a man and his family for the whole week.
As soon as a stranger arrives, a large bell starts ringing, and usually some small cannons are fired. This announces the event to the rocks and woods, but not to anyone else. One morning, I went out an hour before daylight to enjoy the peaceful stillness of the scene; finally, the silence was broken by the morning hymn sung loudly by all the people. This is how they typically start their daily work. On farms like these, I have no doubt the workers live happy and content lives. On Saturdays and Sundays, they work for themselves, and in this fertile climate, the work done over two days is enough to support a man and his family for the entire week.
April 14th.—Leaving Socego, we rode to another estate on the Rio Macae, which was the last patch of cultivated ground in that direction. The estate was two and a half miles long, and the owner had forgotten how many broad. Only a very small piece had been cleared, yet almost every acre was capable of yielding all the various rich productions of a tropical land. Considering the enormous area of Brazil, the proportion of cultivated ground can scarcely be considered as anything, compared to that which is left in the state of nature: at some future age, how vast a population it will support! During the second day's journey we found the road so shut up, that it was necessary that a man should go ahead with a sword to cut away the creepers. The forest abounded with beautiful objects; among which the tree ferns, though not large, were, from their bright green foliage, and the elegant curvature of their fronds, most worthy of admiration. In the evening it rained very heavily, and although the thermometer stood at 65 degs., I felt very cold. As soon as the rain ceased, it was curious to observe the extraordinary evaporation which commenced over the whole extent of the forest. At the height of a hundred feet the hills were buried in a dense white vapour, which rose like columns of smoke from the most thickly wooded parts, and especially from the valleys. I observed this phenomenon on several occasions. I suppose it is owing to the large surface of foliage, previously heated by the sun's rays.
April 14th.—Leaving Socego, we rode to another estate on the Rio Macae, which was the last bit of cultivated land in that direction. The estate was two and a half miles long, and the owner had forgotten how wide it was. Only a very small area had been cleared, yet almost every acre could produce all the rich crops typical of a tropical region. Considering the vast size of Brazil, the amount of cultivated land is hardly anything compared to what is still in its natural state: in the future, how many people it will be able to support! During the second day of our journey, the road was so overgrown that someone had to go ahead with a sword to clear the vines. The forest was full of beautiful sights; among them, the tree ferns, though not large, were truly admirable because of their bright green leaves and the graceful curve of their fronds. In the evening, it rained heavily, and even though the temperature was 65 degrees, I felt quite cold. Once the rain stopped, it was interesting to watch the remarkable evaporation that started across the entire forest. At a height of a hundred feet, the hills were shrouded in a dense white mist that rose like columns of smoke from the most heavily wooded areas, especially from the valleys. I noticed this phenomenon several times. I believe it is due to the large surface area of leaves that had been warmed by the sun’s rays.
While staying at this estate, I was very nearly being an eye-witness to one of those atrocious acts which can only take place in a slave country. Owing to a quarrel and a lawsuit, the owner was on the point of taking all the women and children from the male slaves, and selling them separately at the public auction at Rio. Interest, and not any feeling of compassion, prevented this act. Indeed, I do not believe the inhumanity of separating thirty families, who had lived together for many years, even occurred to the owner. Yet I will pledge myself, that in humanity and good feeling he was superior to the common run of men. It may be said there exists no limit to the blindness of interest and selfish habit. I may mention one very trifling anecdote, which at the time struck me more forcibly than any story of cruelty. I was crossing a ferry with a negro, who was uncommonly stupid. In endeavouring to make him understand, I talked loud, and made signs, in doing which I passed my hand near his face. He, I suppose, thought I was in a passion, and was going to strike him; for instantly, with a frightened look and half-shut eyes, he dropped his hands. I shall never forget my feelings of surprise, disgust, and shame, at seeing a great powerful man afraid even to ward off a blow, directed, as he thought, at his face. This man had been trained to a degradation lower than the slavery of the most helpless animal.
During my stay at this estate, I almost witnessed one of those terrible things that can only happen in a slave society. Because of a fight and a lawsuit, the owner was about to take all the women and children away from the male slaves and sell them separately at a public auction in Rio. It was self-interest, not compassion, that stopped this from happening. In fact, I don't think the cruelty of tearing apart thirty families who had lived together for many years even crossed the owner's mind. Yet, I can assure you that he was more humane and kind-hearted than most people. It’s true that there seems to be no limit to the blindness caused by self-interest and habit. I can share one small story that struck me more profoundly than any tale of cruelty. I was crossing a ferry with a black man who seemed unusually dull. In trying to get him to understand, I spoke loudly and gestured, and while doing so, I passed my hand close to his face. He probably thought I was angry and about to hit him; instantly, with a scared look and half-closed eyes, he dropped his hands. I will never forget my feelings of surprise, disgust, and shame when I saw a strong man too afraid even to try to block a blow that he thought was coming at his face. This man had been subjected to a degradation lower than the slavery of the most defenseless animal.
April 18th.—In returning we spent two days at Socego, and I employed them in collecting insects in the forest. The greater number of trees, although so lofty, are not more than three or four feet in circumference. There are, of course, a few of much greater dimensions. Senhor Manuel was then making a canoe 70 feet in length from a solid trunk, which had originally been 110 feet long, and of great thickness. The contrast of palm trees, growing amidst the common branching kinds, never fails to give the scene an intertropical character. Here the woods were ornamented by the Cabbage Palm—one of the most beautiful of its family. With a stem so narrow that it might be clasped with the two hands, it waves its elegant head at the height of forty or fifty feet above the ground. The woody creepers, themselves covered by other creepers, were of great thickness: some which I measured were two feet in circumference. Many of the older trees presented a very curious appearance from the tresses of a liana hanging from their boughs, and resembling bundles of hay. If the eye was turned from the world of foliage above, to the ground beneath, it was attracted by the extreme elegance of the leaves of the ferns and mimosae. The latter, in some parts, covered the surface with a brushwood only a few inches high. In walking across these thick beds of mimosae, a broad track was marked by the change of shade, produced by the drooping of their sensitive petioles. It is easy to specify the individual objects of admiration in these grand scenes; but it is not possible to give an adequate idea of the higher feelings of wonder, astonishment, and devotion, which fill and elevate the mind.
April 18th.—On our way back, we spent two days in Socego, and I used the time to collect insects in the forest. Most of the trees, though tall, are only three or four feet around. Of course, there are a few much larger ones. Senhor Manuel was making a canoe 70 feet long from a solid trunk that used to be 110 feet long and very thick. The contrast of palm trees growing among the common branching types always adds an intertropical feel to the scenery. Here, the woods were decorated by the Cabbage Palm—one of the most beautiful in its family. With a trunk so narrow it can be clasped with two hands, it waves its elegant top 40 or 50 feet above the ground. The woody vines, which are covered in other vines, were quite thick: some I measured were two feet around. Many of the older trees looked very curious with the tresses of a liana hanging from their branches, resembling bundles of hay. If you looked down from the world of foliage above to the ground below, you would notice the extreme beauty of the leaves of the ferns and mimosas. In some areas, the mimosas covered the ground with a brushwood only a few inches high. As you walked across these thick beds of mimosas, a broad track was created by the change of shade from their drooping sensitive stems. It’s easy to point out individual objects of admiration in these grand scenes, but it’s impossible to convey the deeper feelings of wonder, astonishment, and devotion that fill and uplift the mind.
April 19th.—Leaving Socego, during the two first days, we retraced our steps. It was very wearisome work, as the road generally ran across a glaring hot sandy plain, not far from the coast. I noticed that each time the horse put its foot on the fine siliceous sand, a gentle chirping noise was produced. On the third day we took a different line, and passed through the gay little village of Madre de Deos. This is one of the principal lines of road in Brazil; yet it was in so bad a state that no wheeled vehicle, excepting the clumsy bullock-wagon, could pass along. In our whole journey we did not cross a single bridge built of stone; and those made of logs of wood were frequently so much out of repair, that it was necessary to go on one side to avoid them. All distances are inaccurately known. The road is often marked by crosses, in the place of milestones, to signify where human blood has been spilled. On the evening of the 23rd we arrived at Rio, having finished our pleasant little excursion.
April 19th.—Leaving Socego, for the first two days, we backtracked. It was exhausting work, as the road mostly stretched across a scorching hot sandy plain, not far from the coast. I noticed that each time the horse stepped on the fine siliceous sand, a soft chirping sound happened. On the third day, we took a different route and passed through the lively little village of Madre de Deos. This is one of the main roads in Brazil; still, it was in such poor condition that no wheeled vehicle, except for the awkward bullock-wagon, could get through. Throughout our journey, we didn’t cross a single stone bridge; and those made of wooden logs were often so damaged that we had to go around them. All distances are poorly measured. The road is frequently marked by crosses instead of mile markers to indicate where human blood has been shed. On the evening of the 23rd, we arrived in Rio, having completed our enjoyable little trip.
During the remainder of my stay at Rio, I resided in a cottage at Botofogo Bay. It was impossible to wish for anything more delightful than thus to spend some weeks in so magnificent a country. In England any person fond of natural history enjoys in his walks a great advantage, by always having something to attract his attention; but in these fertile climates, teeming with life, the attractions are so numerous, that he is scarcely able to walk at all.
During the rest of my time in Rio, I stayed in a cottage at Botofogo Bay. I couldn't have wished for a more delightful way to spend a few weeks in such a gorgeous country. In England, anyone interested in natural history has a big advantage during their walks because there's always something to catch their eye; but in these lush climates, bursting with life, there are so many attractions that it’s almost hard to walk at all.
The few observations which I was enabled to make were almost exclusively confined to the invertebrate animals. The existence of a division of the genus Planaria, which inhabits the dry land, interested me much. These animals are of so simple a structure, that Cuvier has arranged them with the intestinal worms, though never found within the bodies of other animals. Numerous species inhabit both salt and fresh water; but those to which I allude were found, even in the drier parts of the forest, beneath logs of rotten wood, on which I believe they feed. In general form they resemble little slugs, but are very much narrower in proportion, and several of the species are beautifully coloured with longitudinal stripes. Their structure is very simple: near the middle of the under or crawling surface there are two small transverse slits, from the anterior one of which a funnel-shaped and highly irritable mouth can be protruded. For some time after the rest of the animal was completely dead from the effects of salt water or any other cause, this organ still retained its vitality.
The few observations I was able to make were mostly focused on invertebrate animals. I found the existence of a type of Planaria that lives on dry land to be very intriguing. These creatures have such a simple structure that Cuvier placed them with intestinal worms, even though they are never found inside other animals. Many species live in both salt and fresh water; however, the ones I’m mentioning were discovered in the drier areas of the forest, under decaying logs, which I believe serve as their food source. Generally, they look like tiny slugs but are much narrower in proportion, and several species are beautifully colored with stripes. Their structure is very basic: near the center of their underside, there are two small slits. From the front one, a funnel-shaped, highly responsive mouth can extend. Even after the rest of the animal has completely died from salt water or other causes, this organ still remains vital for some time.
I found no less than twelve different species of terrestrial Planariae in different parts of the southern hemisphere. 23 Some specimens which I obtained at Van Dieman's Land, I kept alive for nearly two months, feeding them on rotten wood. Having cut one of them transversely into two nearly equal parts, in the course of a fortnight both had the shape of perfect animals. I had, however, so divided the body, that one of the halves contained both the inferior orifices, and the other, in consequence, none. In the course of twenty-five days from the operation, the more perfect half could not have been distinguished from any other specimen. The other had increased much in size; and towards its posterior end, a clear space was formed in the parenchymatous mass, in which a rudimentary cup-shaped mouth could clearly be distinguished; on the under surface, however, no corresponding slit was yet open. If the increased heat of the weather, as we approached the equator, had not destroyed all the individuals, there can be no doubt that this last step would have completed its structure. Although so well-known an experiment, it was interesting to watch the gradual production of every essential organ, out of the simple extremity of another animal. It is extremely difficult to preserve these Planariae; as soon as the cessation of life allows the ordinary laws of change to act, their entire bodies become soft and fluid, with a rapidity which I have never seen equalled.
I found at least twelve different species of land Planariae in various locations in the southern hemisphere. 23 Some specimens I collected in Van Dieman's Land stayed alive for almost two months while I fed them rotten wood. After I cut one of them into two nearly equal halves, within two weeks, both halves had taken the shape of fully-developed animals. However, I had cut it in such a way that one half had both lower openings, while the other half had none. Twenty-five days after the operation, you couldn't tell the more developed half apart from any other specimen. The other half had grown significantly, and at its back end, a clear space formed in the tissue where a rudimentary cup-shaped mouth could be seen; however, there was no corresponding opening on the underside yet. If the rising heat as we approached the equator hadn't wiped out all the specimens, there’s no doubt this last step would have completed its development. While it’s a well-known experiment, it was fascinating to observe the gradual formation of every essential organ from the simple end of another animal. It’s incredibly hard to keep these Planariae alive; as soon as death occurs and the usual processes of decay kick in, their entire bodies become soft and fluid at a speed I've never witnessed before.
I first visited the forest in which these Planariae were found, in company with an old Portuguese priest who took me out to hunt with him. The sport consisted in turning into the cover a few dogs, and then patiently waiting to fire at any animal which might appear. We were accompanied by the son of a neighbouring farmer—a good specimen of a wild Brazilian youth. He was dressed in a tattered old shirt and trousers, and had his head uncovered: he carried an old-fashioned gun and a large knife. The habit of carrying the knife is universal; and in traversing a thick wood it is almost necessary, on account of the creeping plants. The frequent occurrence of murder may be partly attributed to this habit. The Brazilians are so dexterous with the knife, that they can throw it to some distance with precision, and with sufficient force to cause a fatal wound. I have seen a number of little boys practising this art as a game of play and from their skill in hitting an upright stick, they promised well for more earnest attempts. My companion, the day before, had shot two large bearded monkeys. These animals have prehensile tails, the extremity of which, even after death, can support the whole weight of the body. One of them thus remained fast to a branch, and it was necessary to cut down a large tree to procure it. This was soon effected, and down came tree and monkey with an awful crash. Our day's sport, besides the monkey, was confined to sundry small green parrots and a few toucans. I profited, however, by my acquaintance with the Portuguese padre, for on another occasion he gave me a fine specimen of the Yagouaroundi cat.
I first visited the forest where these Planariae were found, along with an old Portuguese priest who took me out hunting. The activity involved letting a few dogs loose into the underbrush, and then patiently waiting to shoot at any animals that might show up. We were joined by the son of a nearby farmer—a real representation of a wild Brazilian youth. He wore a tattered old shirt and pants, and had his head uncovered. He carried an outdated gun and a large knife. Carrying a knife is common, and when navigating through dense woods, it’s almost essential due to the creeping plants. The frequent incidents of murder can partly be attributed to this habit. Brazilians are so skilled with the knife that they can throw it accurately over a distance, with enough force to inflict fatal wounds. I’ve seen a number of little boys practicing this skill as a game, and their accuracy in hitting a standing stick showed they were likely to do well in more serious attempts. My companion had shot two large bearded monkeys the day before. These animals have prehensile tails, which can support their entire body weight even after death. One of them remained attached to a branch, so we had to chop down a large tree to retrieve it. This was done quickly, resulting in both the tree and monkey crashing down with a huge noise. Our hunting results for the day, besides the monkey, included a few small green parrots and a couple of toucans. However, I benefited from my friendship with the Portuguese padre, as on another occasion he gave me a beautiful specimen of the Yagouaroundi cat.
Every one has heard of the beauty of the scenery near Botofogo. The house in which I lived was seated close beneath the well-known mountain of the Corcovado. It has been remarked, with much truth, that abruptly conical hills are characteristic of the formation which Humboldt designates as gneiss-granite. Nothing can be more striking than the effect of these huge rounded masses of naked rock rising out of the most luxuriant vegetation.
Everyone has heard about the beauty of the scenery near Botafogo. The house I lived in was situated right at the foot of the famous Corcovado mountain. It's often noted, and rightly so, that the steep conical hills are typical of the geological formation that Humboldt refers to as gneiss-granite. Nothing is more striking than the sight of these massive rounded rock formations emerging from the lushest vegetation.
I was often interested by watching the clouds, which, rolling in from seaward, formed a bank just beneath the highest point of the Corcovado. This mountain, like most others, when thus partly veiled, appeared to rise to a far prouder elevation than its real height of 2300 feet. Mr. Daniell has observed, in his meteorological essays, that a cloud sometimes appears fixed on a mountain summit, while the wind continues to blow over it. The same phenomenon here presented a slightly different appearance. In this case the cloud was clearly seen to curl over, and rapidly pass by the summit, and yet was neither diminished nor increased in size. The sun was setting, and a gentle southerly breeze, striking against the southern side of the rock, mingled its current with the colder air above; and the vapour was thus condensed; but as the light wreaths of cloud passed over the ridge, and came within the influence of the warmer atmosphere of the northern sloping bank, they were immediately re-dissolved.
I was often captivated by watching the clouds rolling in from the sea, forming a layer just below the highest point of the Corcovado. This mountain, like most others, looked like it was rising to a much more impressive height than its actual 2,300 feet when partly shrouded. Mr. Daniell noted in his meteorological essays that a cloud can sometimes seem fixed on a mountain summit, even as the wind blows over it. Here, though, the phenomenon looked a little different. In this case, the cloud could be seen curling over and quickly moving past the summit, all while staying the same size. The sun was setting, and a gentle breeze from the south hit the southern side of the rock, mixing its warm current with the cooler air above, causing the vapor to condense. But as the light wisps of cloud moved over the ridge and encountered the warmer air of the northern slope, they quickly dissolved back into the atmosphere.
The climate, during the months of May and June, or the beginning of winter, was delightful. The mean temperature, from observations taken at nine o'clock, both morning and evening, was only 72 degs. It often rained heavily, but the drying southerly winds soon again rendered the walks pleasant. One morning, in the course of six hours, 1.6 inches of rain fell. As this storm passed over the forests which surround the Corcovado, the sound produced by the drops pattering on the countless multitude of leaves was very remarkable, it could be heard at the distance of a quarter of a mile, and was like the rushing of a great body of water. After the hotter days, it was delicious to sit quietly in the garden and watch the evening pass into night. Nature, in these climes, chooses her vocalists from more humble performers than in Europe. A small frog, of the genus Hyla, sits on a blade of grass about an inch above the surface of the water, and sends forth a pleasing chirp: when several are together they sing in harmony on different notes. I had some difficulty in catching a specimen of this frog. The genus Hyla has its toes terminated by small suckers; and I found this animal could crawl up a pane of glass, when placed absolutely perpendicular. Various cicidae and crickets, at the same time, keep up a ceaseless shrill cry, but which, softened by the distance, is not unpleasant. Every evening after dark this great concert commenced; and often have I sat listening to it, until my attention has been drawn away by some curious passing insect.
The weather in May and June, marking the start of winter, was lovely. The average temperature, based on readings at nine o'clock in the morning and evening, was just 72 degrees. It frequently rained heavily, but the warm southern winds quickly made the paths enjoyable again. One morning, over six hours, we got 1.6 inches of rain. As this storm moved over the forests surrounding the Corcovado, the sound of raindrops hitting the countless leaves was remarkable; it could be heard from a quarter of a mile away and resembled the rush of a large body of water. After the hot days, it was refreshing to sit quietly in the garden and watch the evening turn into night. In this region, nature chooses its singers from less flashy performers than in Europe. A small frog from the genus Hyla perches on a blade of grass just above the water’s surface and produces a pleasant chirp; when several are together, they sing harmoniously in different pitches. I had some trouble catching one of these frogs. The Hyla's toes end in tiny suckers, and I discovered this creature could climb up a vertical pane of glass. At the same time, various cicadas and crickets contribute a constant, high-pitched chorus, which, softened by distance, isn’t unpleasant. Every evening after dark, this grand concert would begin; I often found myself listening until my attention was drawn away by some interesting passing insect.
At these times the fireflies are seen flitting about from hedge to hedge. On a dark night the light can be seen at about two hundred paces distant. It is remarkable that in all the different kinds of glowworms, shining elaters, and various marine animals (such as the crustacea, medusae, nereidae, a coralline of the genus Clytia, and Pyrosma), which I have observed, the light has been of a well-marked green colour. All the fireflies, which I caught here, belonged to the Lampyridae (in which family the English glowworm is included), and the greater number of specimens were of Lampyris occidentalis. 24 I found that this insect emitted the most brilliant flashes when irritated: in the intervals, the abdominal rings were obscured. The flash was almost co-instantaneous in the two rings, but it was just perceptible first in the anterior one. The shining matter was fluid and very adhesive: little spots, where the skin had been torn, continued bright with a slight scintillation, whilst the uninjured parts were obscured. When the insect was decapitated the rings remained uninterruptedly bright, but not so brilliant as before: local irritation with a needle always increased the vividness of the light. The rings in one instance retained their luminous property nearly twenty-four hours after the death of the insect. From these facts it would appear probable, that the animal has only the power of concealing or extinguishing the light for short intervals, and that at other times the display is involuntary. On the muddy and wet gravel-walks I found the larvae of this lampyris in great numbers: they resembled in general form the female of the English glowworm. These larvae possessed but feeble luminous powers; very differently from their parents, on the slightest touch they feigned death and ceased to shine; nor did irritation excite any fresh display. I kept several of them alive for some time: their tails are very singular organs, for they act, by a well-fitted contrivance, as suckers or organs of attachment, and likewise as reservoirs for saliva, or some such fluid. I repeatedly fed them on raw meat; and I invariably observed, that every now and then the extremity of the tail was applied to the mouth, and a drop of fluid exuded on the meat, which was then in the act of being consumed. The tail, notwithstanding so much practice, does not seem to be able to find its way to the mouth; at least the neck was always touched first, and apparently as a guide.
At these times, fireflies can be seen darting from hedge to hedge. On a dark night, their light can be spotted from about two hundred paces away. It's interesting that among all the different types of glowworms, shining beetles, and various marine creatures (like crustaceans, jellyfish, nereid worms, a coralline called Clytia, and Pyrosma), I’ve observed the light to be a clear green color. All the fireflies I captured here were from the Lampyridae family (which includes the English glowworm), and most of them were Lampyris occidentalis. 24 I discovered that this insect produced the brightest flashes when disturbed: during the intervals, the abdominal segments would be dim. The flash happened almost simultaneously in both segments, but it was just noticeable first in the front one. The glowing substance was fluid and very sticky: small areas where the skin had been torn remained bright with a faint sparkle, while the uninjured areas were dim. After decapitating the insect, the segments stayed brightly lit, but not as intensely as before: local irritation with a needle always made the light more vivid. In one case, the segments retained their glowing ability for nearly twenty-four hours after the insect died. These observations suggest that the insect can only temporarily conceal or extinguish its light and that it usually shines involuntarily. I found the larvae of this lampyris in large numbers on the muddy, wet gravel paths: they generally resembled the female of the English glowworm. These larvae had only weak glowing abilities; unlike their parents, at the slightest touch they would play dead and stop shining, and irritation wouldn’t cause them to glow again. I managed to keep several of them alive for a while: their tails are quite unique, as they work, through a well-designed mechanism, as suckers or attachment organs, and also as reservoirs for saliva or similar fluids. I often fed them raw meat; I consistently noticed that periodically the tip of the tail would touch the mouth, and a drop of fluid would seep onto the meat while they were eating. Despite all this practice, the tail doesn’t seem to find its way to the mouth; at least, it always touched the neck first, seemingly as a guide.
When we were at Bahia, an elater or beetle (Pyrophorus luminosus, Illig.) seemed the most common luminous insect. The light in this case was also rendered more brilliant by irritation. I amused myself one day by observing the springing powers of this insect, which have not, as it appears to me, been properly described. 25 The elater, when placed on its back and preparing to spring, moved its head and thorax backwards, so that the pectoral spine was drawn out, and rested on the edge of its sheath. The same backward movement being continued, the spine, by the full action of the muscles, was bent like a spring; and the insect at this moment rested on the extremity of its head and wing-cases. The effort being suddenly relaxed, the head and thorax flew up, and in consequence, the base of the wing-cases struck the supporting surface with such force, that the insect by the reaction was jerked upwards to the height of one or two inches. The projecting points of the thorax, and the sheath of the spine, served to steady the whole body during the spring. In the descriptions which I have read, sufficient stress does not appear to have been laid on the elasticity of the spine: so sudden a spring could not be the result of simple muscular contraction, without the aid of some mechanical contrivance.
When we were in Bahia, the elater or beetle (Pyrophorus luminosus, Illig.) seemed to be the most common glowing insect. The light it produced became even brighter when it was disturbed. One day, I entertained myself by watching how this insect jumped, which doesn’t seem to have been accurately described before. 25 When the elater was flipped onto its back and got ready to jump, it moved its head and thorax backward, pulling the pectoral spine out to rest on the edge of its sheath. Continuing this backward movement, the spine was bent like a spring through the full effort of its muscles, while the insect balanced on the tips of its head and wing cases. As the effort was suddenly released, the head and thorax shot up, and the base of the wing cases struck the surface with such force that the insect was propelled upwards by one or two inches. The projecting parts of the thorax and the spine's sheath helped stabilize the whole body during the jump. In the descriptions I've read, not enough emphasis appears to have been placed on the spine's elasticity; such a quick jump couldn't only come from muscular contraction without some mechanical assistance.
On several occasions I enjoyed some short but most pleasant excursions in the neighbouring country. One day I went to the Botanic Garden, where many plants, well known for their great utility, might be seen growing. The leaves of the camphor, pepper, cinnamon, and clove trees were delightfully aromatic; and the bread-fruit, the jaca, and the mango, vied with each other in the magnificence of their foliage. The landscape in the neighbourhood of Bahia almost takes its character from the two latter trees. Before seeing them, I had no idea that any trees could cast so black a shade on the ground. Both of them bear to the evergreen vegetation of these climates the same kind of relation which laurels and hollies in England do to the lighter green of the deciduous trees. It may be observed, that the houses within the tropics are surrounded by the most beautiful forms of vegetation, because many of them are at the same time most useful to man. Who can doubt that these qualities are united in the banana, the cocoa-nut, the many kinds of palm, the orange, and the bread-fruit tree?
On several occasions, I enjoyed some short but very pleasant trips to the neighboring country. One day, I visited the Botanic Garden, where many useful plants were growing. The leaves of the camphor, pepper, cinnamon, and clove trees had a delightful aroma, and the breadfruit, jackfruit, and mango competed with each other in the splendor of their leaves. The landscape around Bahia is largely defined by these two trees. Before seeing them, I had no idea trees could create such a dark shade on the ground. They relate to the evergreen plants in this climate much like laurels and hollies do in England to the lighter green deciduous trees. It’s noticeable that houses in the tropics are surrounded by the most beautiful types of vegetation, as many of them are also very useful to people. Who can doubt that these qualities come together in the banana, coconut, various types of palm, orange, and breadfruit tree?
During this day I was particularly struck with a remark of Humboldt's, who often alludes to "the thin vapour which, without changing the transparency of the air, renders its tints more harmonious, and softens its effects." This is an appearance which I have never observed in the temperate zones. The atmosphere, seen through a short space of half or three-quarters of a mile, was perfectly lucid, but at a greater distance all colours were blended into a most beautiful haze, of a pale French grey, mingled with a little blue. The condition of the atmosphere between the morning and about noon, when the effect was most evident, had undergone little change, excepting in its dryness. In the interval, the difference between the dew point and temperature had increased from 7.5 to 17 degs.
During this day, I was particularly struck by a comment from Humboldt, who often mentions "the thin vapor that, without changing the transparency of the air, makes its colors more harmonious and softens its effects." This is something I’ve never noticed in the temperate zones. The atmosphere, visible through a short distance of half or three-quarters of a mile, was perfectly clear, but at a greater distance, all colors blended into a beautiful haze of pale French gray mixed with a bit of blue. The condition of the atmosphere between the morning and around noon, when the effect was most noticeable, had changed little, except for its dryness. In that time, the difference between the dew point and temperature had increased from 7.5 to 17 degrees.
On another occasion I started early and walked to the Gavia, or topsail mountain. The air was delightfully cool and fragrant; and the drops of dew still glittered on the leaves of the large liliaceous plants, which shaded the streamlets of clear water. Sitting down on a block of granite, it was delightful to watch the various insects and birds as they flew past. The humming-bird seems particularly fond of such shady retired spots. Whenever I saw these little creatures buzzing round a flower, with their wings vibrating so rapidly as to be scarcely visible, I was reminded of the sphinx moths: their movements and habits are indeed in many respects very similar.
One morning, I got up early and walked to the Gavia, or topsail mountain. The air was pleasantly cool and fragrant, and the dew drops still sparkled on the leaves of the large lily-like plants that shaded the clear streamlets. Sitting down on a block of granite, it was wonderful to watch the different insects and birds as they flew by. The hummingbird seems to especially love these shady, quiet spots. Whenever I saw these little creatures buzzing around a flower, their wings moving so fast they were almost invisible, I was reminded of the sphinx moths; their movements and habits are actually quite similar in many ways.
Following a pathway, I entered a noble forest, and from a height of five or six hundred feet, one of those splendid views was presented, which are so common on every side of Rio. At this elevation the landscape attains its most brilliant tint; and every form, every shade, so completely surpasses in magnificence all that the European has ever beheld in his own country, that he knows not how to express his feelings. The general effect frequently recalled to my mind the gayest scenery of the Opera-house or the great theatres. I never returned from these excursions empty-handed. This day I found a specimen of a curious fungus, called Hymenophallus. Most people know the English Phallus, which in autumn taints the air with its odious smell: this, however, as the entomologist is aware, is, to some of our beetles a delightful fragrance. So was it here; for a Strongylus, attracted by the odour, alighted on the fungus as I carried it in my hand. We here see in two distant countries a similar relation between plants and insects of the same families, though the species of both are different. When man is the agent in introducing into a country a new species, this relation is often broken: as one instance of this I may mention, that the leaves of the cabbages and lettuces, which in England afford food to such a multitude of slugs and caterpillars, in the gardens near Rio are untouched.
Following a path, I entered a beautiful forest, and from a height of about five or six hundred feet, I was treated to one of those stunning views that are so common around Rio. At this height, the landscape reaches its most vibrant colors, and every shape and shade completely outshines anything a European has ever seen in his own country, leaving him at a loss for words. The overall effect often reminded me of the most colorful scenes from the Opera House or the grand theaters. I never came back from these outings empty-handed. On this day, I found a specimen of a curious fungus called Hymenophallus. Most people recognize the English Phallus, which emits a foul odor in the autumn; however, as entomologists know, this smell is a delightful scent for some of our beetles. It was the same here, as a Strongylus, drawn by the smell, landed on the fungus while I was holding it. Here we see a similar relationship between plants and insects of the same families in two distant countries, even though the species are different. When humans introduce a new species into a country, this relationship is often disrupted. One example of this is that the leaves of cabbages and lettuces, which provide food for countless slugs and caterpillars in England, go untouched in the gardens near Rio.
During our stay at Brazil I made a large collection of insects. A few general observations on the comparative importance of the different orders may be interesting to the English entomologist. The large and brilliantly coloured Lepidoptera bespeak the zone they inhabit, far more plainly than any other race of animals. I allude only to the butterflies; for the moths, contrary to what might have been expected from the rankness of the vegetation, certainly appeared in much fewer numbers than in our own temperate regions. I was much surprised at the habits of Papilio feronia. This butterfly is not uncommon, and generally frequents the orange-groves. Although a high flier, yet it very frequently alights on the trunks of trees. On these occasions its head is invariably placed downwards; and its wings are expanded in a horizontal plane, instead of being folded vertically, as is commonly the case. This is the only butterfly which I have ever seen, that uses its legs for running. Not being aware of this fact, the insect, more than once, as I cautiously approached with my forceps, shuffled on one side just as the instrument was on the point of closing, and thus escaped. But a far more singular fact is the power which this species possesses of making a noise. 26 Several times when a pair, probably male and female, were chasing each other in an irregular course, they passed within a few yards of me; and I distinctly heard a clicking noise, similar to that produced by a toothed wheel passing under a spring catch. The noise was continued at short intervals, and could be distinguished at about twenty yards' distance: I am certain there is no error in the observation.
During our stay in Brazil, I collected a lot of insects. A few general observations on the relative significance of different orders might interest English entomologists. The large, brightly colored butterflies clearly reflect the zone they inhabit more than any other group of animals. I’m only referring to butterflies; the moths, contrary to what one might expect given the dense vegetation, seemed to appear in much smaller numbers than in our temperate regions. I was quite surprised by the behavior of Papilio feronia. This butterfly is not uncommon and usually hangs around orange groves. Despite being a high flier, it often lands on tree trunks. When it does, its head is always facing down, and its wings are spread horizontally instead of folded vertically, as is typical. This is the only butterfly I've ever seen that uses its legs to run. Not realizing this, the insect managed to shuffle away a few times as I cautiously approached it with my forceps, just as I was about to close in, and so it escaped. But an even more unusual fact is that this species has the ability to make a noise. Several times, when a pair, probably male and female, were chasing each other in an erratic pattern, they passed within a few yards of me, and I distinctly heard a clicking sound, similar to that made by a toothed wheel passing under a spring catch. The noise continued at short intervals and could be heard from about twenty yards away: I am sure there’s no mistake in this observation.
I was disappointed in the general aspect of the Coleoptera. The number of minute and obscurely coloured beetles is exceedingly great. 27 The cabinets of Europe can, as yet, boast only of the larger species from tropical climates. It is sufficient to disturb the composure of an entomologist's mind, to look forward to the future dimensions of a complete catalogue. The carnivorous beetles, or Carabidae, appear in extremely few numbers within the tropics: this is the more remarkable when compared to the case of the carnivorous quadrupeds, which are so abundant in hot countries. I was struck with this observation both on entering Brazil, and when I saw the many elegant and active forms of the Harpalidae re-appearing on the temperate plains of La Plata. Do the very numerous spiders and rapacious Hymenoptera supply the place of the carnivorous beetles? The carrion-feeders and Brachelytra are very uncommon; on the other hand, the Rhyncophora and Chrysomelidae, all of which depend on the vegetable world for subsistence, are present in astonishing numbers. I do not here refer to the number of different species, but to that of the individual insects; for on this it is that the most striking character in the entomology of different countries depends. The orders Orthoptera and Hemiptera are particularly numerous; as likewise is the stinging division of the Hymenoptera the bees, perhaps, being excepted. A person, on first entering a tropical forest, is astonished at the labours of the ants: well-beaten paths branch off in every direction, on which an army of never-failing foragers may be seen, some going forth, and others returning, burdened with pieces of green leaf, often larger than their own bodies.
I was disappointed by the overall appearance of the Coleoptera. There are an incredibly high number of tiny and poorly colored beetles. 27 The cabinets in Europe can only showcase the larger species from tropical regions for now. It’s enough to unsettle an entomologist's mind just thinking about the future size of a complete catalog. The predatory beetles, or Carabidae, are surprisingly scarce in the tropics, especially when compared to the abundance of carnivorous mammals found in hot countries. I noticed this both when I first entered Brazil and when I saw the many elegant and active forms of the Harpalidae returning on the temperate plains of La Plata. Do the countless spiders and predatory Hymenoptera take the place of the carnivorous beetles? Carrion feeders and Brachelytra are quite rare; however, the Rhyncophora and Chrysomelidae, which rely on plants for food, are present in astonishing numbers. I’m not just talking about the number of different species, but the count of individual insects, as this is what most clearly defines the entomology of different countries. The orders Orthoptera and Hemiptera are particularly abundant, as is the stinging subgroup of Hymenoptera, with the bees possibly being the exception. When someone first enters a tropical forest, they are amazed by the activity of the ants: well-worn paths spread out in every direction, filled with armies of tireless foragers, some heading out and others coming back, carrying pieces of green leaves that are often larger than their own bodies.
A small dark-coloured ant sometimes migrates in countless numbers. One day, at Bahia, my attention was drawn by observing many spiders, cockroaches, and other insects, and some lizards, rushing in the greatest agitation across a bare piece of ground. A little way behind, every stalk and leaf was blackened by a small ant. The swarm having crossed the bare space, divided itself, and descended an old wall. By this means many insects were fairly enclosed; and the efforts which the poor little creatures made to extricate themselves from such a death were wonderful. When the ants came to the road they changed their course, and in narrow files reascended the wall. Having placed a small stone so as to intercept one of the lines, the whole body attacked it, and then immediately retired. Shortly afterwards another body came to the charge, and again having failed to make any impression, this line of march was entirely given up. By going an inch round, the file might have avoided the stone, and this doubtless would have happened, if it had been originally there: but having been attacked, the lion-hearted little warriors scorned the idea of yielding.
A small, dark-colored ant sometimes travels in huge numbers. One day, in Bahia, I noticed a lot of spiders, cockroaches, and other insects, along with some lizards, rushing frantically across a bare patch of ground. A little further back, every stalk and leaf was covered by a small army of ants. After crossing the open area, the swarm split up and went down an old wall. This trapped many insects, and the desperate efforts of those creatures trying to escape this fate were impressive. When the ants reached the road, they changed direction and climbed back up the wall in narrow lines. I placed a small stone in the way of one of the lines, and the whole group attacked it and then quickly pulled back. Soon after, another group came to try again, but after failing to move the stone, they completely abandoned that route. If they had just gone around the stone, they could have avoided it, and this likely would have happened if it had been there from the start. But after being challenged, the brave little warriors wouldn’t consider backing down.
Certain wasp-like insects, which construct in the corners of the verandahs clay cells for their larvae, are very numerous in the neighbourhood of Rio. These cells they stuff full of half-dead spiders and caterpillars, which they seem wonderfully to know how to sting to that degree as to leave them paralysed but alive, until their eggs are hatched; and the larvae feed on the horrid mass of powerless, half-killed victims—a sight which has been described by an enthusiastic naturalist 28 as curious and pleasing! I was much interested one day by watching a deadly contest between a Pepsis and a large spider of the genus Lycosa. The wasp made a sudden dash at its prey, and then flew away: the spider was evidently wounded, for, trying to escape, it rolled down a little slope, but had still strength sufficient to crawl into a thick tuft of grass. The wasp soon returned, and seemed surprised at not immediately finding its victim. It then commenced as regular a hunt as ever hound did after fox; making short semicircular casts, and all the time rapidly vibrating its wings and antennae. The spider, though well concealed, was soon discovered, and the wasp, evidently still afraid of its adversary's jaws, after much manoeuvring, inflicted two stings on the under side of its thorax. At last, carefully examining with its antennae the now motionless spider, it proceeded to drag away the body. But I stopped both tyrant and prey. 29
Certain wasp-like insects, which build clay cells for their larvae in the corners of porches, are very common around Rio. They pack these cells full of half-dead spiders and caterpillars, which they seem to know just how to sting so that they’re paralyzed but still alive until their eggs hatch; the larvae then feed on the gruesome pile of helpless, half-killed victims—a sight that has been described by an enthusiastic naturalist 28 as interesting and enjoyable! One day, I was really intrigued while watching a fierce battle between a Pepsis wasp and a large spider of the genus Lycosa. The wasp suddenly lunged at its prey and then flew off: the spider was clearly hurt and, trying to flee, rolled down a small slope but still had enough strength to crawl into a dense patch of grass. The wasp quickly returned and seemed puzzled not to find its victim right away. It then began a hunt as methodical as any hound chasing a fox; making short semicircular sweeps while rapidly vibrating its wings and antennae. The spider, though well hidden, was soon spotted, and the wasp, still wary of its opponent's fangs, after a lot of maneuvering, delivered two stings to the underside of its thorax. Finally, carefully examining the now motionless spider with its antennae, it started to drag the body away. But I intervened, stopping both the predator and the prey. 29
The number of spiders, in proportion to other insects, is here compared with England very much larger; perhaps more so than with any other division of the articulate animals. The variety of species among the jumping spiders appears almost infinite. The genus, or rather family, of Epeira, is here characterized by many singular forms; some species have pointed coriaceous shells, others enlarged and spiny tibiae. Every path in the forest is barricaded with the strong yellow web of a species, belonging to the same division with the Epeira clavipes of Fabricius, which was formerly said by Sloane to make, in the West Indies, webs so strong as to catch birds. A small and pretty kind of spider, with very long fore-legs, and which appears to belong to an undescribed genus, lives as a parasite on almost every one of these webs. I suppose it is too insignificant to be noticed by the great Epeira, and is therefore allowed to prey on the minute insects, which, adhering to the lines, would otherwise be wasted. When frightened, this little spider either feigns death by extending its front legs, or suddenly drops from the web. A large Epeira of the same division with Epeira tuberculata and conica is extremely common, especially in dry situations. Its web, which is generally placed among the great leaves of the common agave, is sometimes strengthened near the centre by a pair or even four zigzag ribbons, which connect two adjoining rays. When any large insect, as a grasshopper or wasp, is caught, the spider, by a dexterous movement, makes it revolve very rapidly, and at the same time emitting a band of threads from its spinners, soon envelops its prey in a case like the cocoon of a silkworm. The spider now examines the powerless victim, and gives the fatal bite on the hinder part of its thorax; then retreating, patiently waits till the poison has taken effect. The virulence of this poison may be judged of from the fact that in half a minute I opened the mesh, and found a large wasp quite lifeless. This Epeira always stands with its head downwards near the centre of the web. When disturbed, it acts differently according to circumstances: if there is a thicket below, it suddenly falls down; and I have distinctly seen the thread from the spinners lengthened by the animal while yet stationary, as preparatory to its fall. If the ground is clear beneath, the Epeira seldom falls, but moves quickly through a central passage from one to the other side. When still further disturbed, it practises a most curious manoeuvre: standing in the middle, it violently jerks the web, which it attached to elastic twigs, till at last the whole acquires such a rapid vibratory movement, that even the outline of the spider's body becomes indistinct.
The number of spiders here, compared to other insects, is much larger than in England; possibly even more than in any other group of arthropods. The variety of species among jumping spiders seems almost endless. The genus, or rather family, of Epeira is marked by many unique forms; some species have pointed, tough shells, while others have enlarged, spiny legs. Every path in the forest is blocked by the strong yellow web of a species related to Epeira clavipes, which Sloane once claimed made webs in the West Indies strong enough to catch birds. A small, pretty spider with very long front legs, which seems to belong to an undescribed genus, lives as a parasite on nearly all of these webs. I assume it’s too small to be noticed by the large Epeira and is thus allowed to feed on the minute insects caught in the strands, which would otherwise go to waste. When scared, this little spider either pretends to be dead by extending its front legs or suddenly drops from the web. A large Epeira related to Epeira tuberculata and conica is very common, especially in dry areas. Its web, usually found among the large leaves of the common agave, is sometimes reinforced near the center with one or even four zigzag strands connecting two neighboring rays. When a large insect, like a grasshopper or wasp, is caught, the spider skillfully makes it spin rapidly while releasing a band of threads from its spinnerets, quickly wrapping its prey in a case similar to a silkworm's cocoon. The spider then inspects the helpless victim and delivers a fatal bite to the back of its thorax; afterwards, it retreats and patiently waits for the poison to take effect. The potency of this poison can be judged by the fact that within half a minute, I opened the web and found a large wasp completely lifeless. This Epeira always positions itself head-down near the center of the web. When disturbed, its response varies: if there’s a thicket below, it drops down suddenly, and I’ve seen the thread from its spinnerets lengthen while it stays still, preparing for the fall. If the ground below is clear, the Epeira rarely drops but quickly moves through a central passage from one side of the web to the other. If it is further disturbed, it performs a curious maneuver: standing in the middle, it jerks the web, which is attached to flexible twigs, until the whole thing vibrates so quickly that the outline of the spider's body becomes indistinct.
It is well known that most of the British spiders, when a large insect is caught in their webs, endeavour to cut the lines and liberate their prey, to save their nets from being entirely spoiled. I once, however, saw in a hothouse in Shropshire a large female wasp caught in the irregular web of a quite small spider; and this spider, instead of cutting the web, most perseveringly continued to entangle the body, and especially the wings, of its prey. The wasp at first aimed in vain repeated thrusts with its sting at its little antagonist. Pitying the wasp, after allowing it to struggle for more than an hour, I killed it and put it back into the web. The spider soon returned; and an hour afterwards I was much surprised to find it with its jaws buried in the orifice, through which the sting is protruded by the living wasp. I drove the spider away two or three times, but for the next twenty-four hours I always found it again sucking at the same place. The spider became much distended by the juices of its prey, which was many times larger than itself.
It’s well known that most British spiders try to cut their webs to free large insects that get caught, in order to save their nets from being completely ruined. However, I once saw in a greenhouse in Shropshire a large female wasp caught in the uneven web of a small spider. Instead of cutting the web, this spider stubbornly kept trying to wrap up the wasp, especially its wings. The wasp initially attacked the spider with its sting but couldn't hit it. Feeling sorry for the wasp, I let it struggle for over an hour before I killed it and put it back in the web. The spider returned soon after, and an hour later, I was surprised to find it with its jaws stuck in the spot where the wasp’s sting comes out. I chased the spider away a couple of times, but for the next twenty-four hours, I kept finding it again at the same spot. The spider became swollen from drinking the juices of its prey, which was many times larger than itself.
I may here just mention, that I found, near St. Fe Bajada, many large black spiders, with ruby-coloured marks on their backs, having gregarious habits. The webs were placed vertically, as is invariably the case with the genus Epeira: they were separated from each other by a space of about two feet, but were all attached to certain common lines, which were of great length, and extended to all parts of the community. In this manner the tops of some large bushes were encompassed by the united nets. Azara 210 has described a gregarious spider in Paraguay, which Walckanaer thinks must be a Theridion, but probably it is an Epeira, and perhaps even the same species with mine. I cannot, however, recollect seeing a central nest as large as a hat, in which, during autumn, when the spiders die, Azara says the eggs are deposited. As all the spiders which I saw were of the same size, they must have been nearly of the same age. This gregarious habit, in so typical a genus as Epeira, among insects, which are so bloodthirsty and solitary that even the two sexes attack each other, is a very singular fact.
I should just mention that near St. Fe Bajada, I found many large black spiders with ruby-colored markings on their backs, exhibiting gregarious behavior. Their webs were arranged vertically, which is typical for the genus Epeira. The webs were spaced about two feet apart but all connected by common lines that were long and extended throughout the area. This way, the tops of some large bushes were surrounded by their combined webs. Azara 210 described a social spider in Paraguay, which Walckanaer believes could be a Theridion, but it’s likely an Epeira, possibly even the same species as the ones I saw. However, I don’t recall seeing a central nest as large as a hat, where, during autumn when the spiders die, Azara claims the eggs are laid. Since all the spiders I observed were the same size, they were probably around the same age. This social behavior, especially in a typical genus like Epeira, is quite unusual among insects that are so aggressive and solitary that even the two sexes will attack each other.
In a lofty valley of the Cordillera, near Mendoza, I found another spider with a singularly-formed web. Strong lines radiated in a vertical plane from a common centre, where the insect had its station; but only two of the rays were connected by a symmetrical mesh-work; so that the net, instead of being, as is generally the case, circular, consisted of a wedge-shaped segment. All the webs were similarly constructed.
In a high valley of the Cordillera, near Mendoza, I discovered another spider with an unusually shaped web. Strong lines extended vertically from a central point, where the spider stayed; however, only two of the lines were linked by a symmetrical mesh. As a result, the web, instead of being round like most, formed a wedge-shaped segment. All the webs were similarly made.
CHAPTER III — MALDONADO
Monte Video—Excursion to R. Polanco—Lazo and Bolas—Partridges— Absence of Trees—Deer—Capybara, or River Hog—Tucutuco—Molothrus, cuckoo-like habits—Tyrant-flycatcher—Mocking-bird—Carrion Hawks— Tubes formed by Lightning—House struck.
Monte Video—Trip to R. Polanco—Lasso and Balls—Partridges— No Trees—Deer—Capybara, or River Hog—Tucutuco—Molothrus, cuckoo-like behaviors—Tyrant-flycatcher—Mockingbird—Carrion Hawks—Tubes created by Lightning—House hit.
JULY 5th, 1832—In the morning we got under way, and stood out of the splendid harbour of Rio de Janeiro. In our passage to the Plata, we saw nothing particular, excepting on one day a great shoal of porpoises, many hundreds in number. The whole sea was in places furrowed by them; and a most extraordinary spectacle was presented, as hundreds, proceeding together by jumps, in which their whole bodies were exposed, thus cut the water. When the ship was running nine knots an hour, these animals could cross and recross the bows with the greatest of ease, and then dash away right ahead. As soon as we entered the estuary of the Plata, the weather was very unsettled. One dark night we were surrounded by numerous seals and penguins, which made such strange noises, that the officer on watch reported he could hear the cattle bellowing on shore. On a second night we witnessed a splendid scene of natural fireworks; the mast-head and yard-arm-ends shone with St. Elmo's light; and the form of the vane could almost be traced, as if it had been rubbed with phosphorus. The sea was so highly luminous, that the tracks of the penguins were marked by a fiery wake, and the darkness of the sky was momentarily illuminated by the most vivid lightning.
JULY 5th, 1832—In the morning, we set off and left the beautiful harbor of Rio de Janeiro. On our way to the Plata, we didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, except for one day when we encountered a huge group of porpoises, numbering in the hundreds. The sea was furrowed by them in places, creating an extraordinary sight as they jumped together, fully exposing their bodies as they cut through the water. When the ship was going nine knots an hour, these animals easily crossed and recrossed our bow and then darted away ahead. Once we entered the estuary of the Plata, the weather became very unpredictable. One dark night, we were surrounded by many seals and penguins that made such strange sounds that the officer on watch reported hearing cattle bellowing on shore. On another night, we experienced a stunning display of natural fireworks; the masthead and yardarm tips glowed with St. Elmo's light, and the shape of the vane could almost be seen as if it had been coated in phosphorus. The sea was so luminous that the penguins left a fiery trail behind them, and the dark sky was momentarily lit up by brilliant lightning.
When within the mouth of the river, I was interested by observing how slowly the waters of the sea and river mixed. The latter, muddy and discoloured, from its less specific gravity, floated on the surface of the salt water. This was curiously exhibited in the wake of the vessel, where a line of blue water was seen mingling in little eddies, with the adjoining fluid.
When I was at the mouth of the river, I was intrigued by how slowly the sea and river waters mixed. The river, muddy and discolored, floated on the surface of the saltwater because it was less dense. This was interestingly displayed in the wake of the vessel, where a line of blue water mixed in small swirls with the surrounding water.
July 26th.—We anchored at Monte Video. The Beagle was employed in surveying the extreme southern and eastern coasts of America, south of the Plata, during the two succeeding years. To prevent useless repetitions, I will extract those parts of my journal which refer to the same districts without always attending to the order in which we visited them.
July 26th.—We anchored at Monte Video. The Beagle was busy surveying the far southern and eastern coasts of America, south of the Plata, over the next two years. To avoid repeating myself, I’ll pull out those sections of my journal that pertain to the same areas without sticking strictly to the order in which we visited them.
MALDONADO is situated on the northern bank of the Plata, and not very far from the mouth of the estuary. It is a most quiet, forlorn, little town; built, as is universally the case in these countries, with the streets running at right angles to each other, and having in the middle a large plaza or square, which, from its size, renders the scantiness of the population more evident. It possesses scarcely any trade; the exports being confined to a few hides and living cattle. The inhabitants are chiefly landowners, together with a few shopkeepers and the necessary tradesmen, such as blacksmiths and carpenters, who do nearly all the business for a circuit of fifty miles round. The town is separated from the river by a band of sand-hillocks, about a mile broad: it is surrounded, on all other sides, by an open slightly-undulating country, covered by one uniform layer of fine green turf, on which countless herds of cattle, sheep, and horses graze. There is very little land cultivated even close to the town. A few hedges, made of cacti and agave, mark out where some wheat or Indian corn has been planted. The features of the country are very similar along the whole northern bank of the Plata. The only difference is, that here the granitic hills are a little bolder. The scenery is very uninteresting; there is scarcely a house, an enclosed piece of ground, or even a tree, to give it an air of cheerfulness Yet, after being imprisoned for some time in a ship, there is a charm in the unconfined feeling of walking over boundless plains of turf. Moreover, if your view is limited to a small space, many objects possess beauty. Some of the smaller birds are brilliantly coloured; and the bright green sward, browsed short by the cattle, is ornamented by dwarf flowers, among which a plant, looking like the daisy, claimed the place of an old friend. What would a florist say to whole tracts, so thickly covered by the Verbena melindres, as, even at a distance, to appear of the most gaudy scarlet?
MALDONADO is located on the northern bank of the Plata, not too far from the mouth of the estuary. It's a very quiet, lonely little town, built, as is often the case in these parts, with streets intersecting at right angles and featuring a large plaza in the middle. The plaza's size makes the small population stand out even more. There's barely any trade here; exports are limited to a few hides and living cattle. Most of the residents are landowners, along with a handful of shopkeepers and essential tradespeople, like blacksmiths and carpenters, who handle nearly all the business within a fifty-mile radius. The town is separated from the river by a band of sandhills about a mile wide and is surrounded on all other sides by gently rolling open land covered in a uniform layer of fine green grass, where countless herds of cattle, sheep, and horses graze. There's very little cultivated land even near the town. A few hedges made from cacti and agave indicate where some wheat or corn has been planted. The landscape along the entire northern bank of the Plata looks quite similar, with the only difference being that here, the granite hills are a bit more prominent. The scenery is rather dull; there's hardly a house, a fenced area, or even a tree to add some cheer. Yet, after being cooped up on a ship for a while, there's something charming about the freedom of walking across endless grassy plains. Furthermore, if your view is limited to a small area, many things can be beautiful. Some small birds are vibrantly colored, and the bright green grass, trimmed short by the cattle, is dotted with tiny flowers, among which a plant resembling a daisy reminds you of an old friend. What would a florist think of whole areas so densely covered in Verbena melindres that they look like a bright scarlet patch even from a distance?
I stayed ten weeks at Maldonado, in which time a nearly perfect collection of the animals, birds, and reptiles, was procured. Before making any observations respecting them, I will give an account of a little excursion I made as far as the river Polanco, which is about seventy miles distant, in a northerly direction. I may mention, as a proof how cheap everything is in this country, that I paid only two dollars a day, or eight shillings, for two men, together with a troop of about a dozen riding-horses. My companions were well armed with pistols and sabres; a precaution which I thought rather unnecessary but the first piece of news we heard was, that, the day before, a traveller from Monte Video had been found dead on the road, with his throat cut. This happened close to a cross, the record of a former murder.
I spent ten weeks in Maldonado, during which I collected nearly perfect specimens of animals, birds, and reptiles. Before sharing my observations about them, I want to recount a little trip I took to the Polanco River, which is about seventy miles north. To highlight how inexpensive everything is in this country, I should mention that I only paid two dollars a day, or eight shillings, for two men and about a dozen riding horses. My companions were well armed with pistols and sabers, a precaution I thought was a bit unnecessary, but the first piece of news we received was that the day before, a traveler from Montevideo had been found dead on the road with his throat cut. This occurred near a cross that marks the site of a previous murder.
On the first night we slept at a retired little country-house; and there I soon found out that I possessed two or three articles, especially a pocket compass, which created unbounded astonishment. In every house I was asked to show the compass, and by its aid, together with a map, to point out the direction of various places. It excited the liveliest admiration that I, a perfect stranger, should know the road (for direction and road are synonymous in this open country) to places where I had never been. At one house a young woman, who was ill in bed, sent to entreat me to come and show her the compass. If their surprise was great, mine was greater, to find such ignorance among people who possessed their thousands of cattle, and "estancias" of great extent. It can only be accounted for by the circumstance that this retired part of the country is seldom visited by foreigners. I was asked whether the earth or sun moved; whether it was hotter or colder to the north; where Spain was, and many other such questions. The greater number of the inhabitants had an indistinct idea that England, London, and North America, were different names for the same place; but the better informed well knew that London and North America were separate countries close together, and that England was a large town in London! I carried with me some promethean matches, which I ignited by biting; it was thought so wonderful that a man should strike fire with his teeth, that it was usual to collect the whole family to see it: I was once offered a dollar for a single one. Washing my face in the morning caused much speculation at the village of Las Minas; a superior tradesman closely cross-questioned me about so singular a practice; and likewise why on board we wore our beards; for he had heard from my guide that we did so. He eyed me with much suspicion; perhaps he had heard of ablutions in the Mahomedan religion, and knowing me to be a heretick, probably he came to the conclusion that all hereticks were Turks. It is the general custom in this country to ask for a night's lodging at the first convenient house. The astonishment at the compass, and my other feats of jugglery, was to a certain degree advantageous, as with that, and the long stories my guides told of my breaking stones, knowing venomous from harmless snakes, collecting insects, etc., I repaid them for their hospitality. I am writing as if I had been among the inhabitants of central Africa: Banda Oriental would not be flattered by the comparison; but such were my feelings at the time.
On the first night, we stayed at a quaint little country house, and I quickly discovered that I had a couple of items, especially a pocket compass, that amazed everyone. In every house, people asked me to show the compass and, with its help and a map, to point out the directions to various places. They were incredibly impressed that I, a complete stranger, could know the way (since direction and road are the same in this open area) to places I'd never been to. At one house, a young woman who was ill in bed asked me to come and show her the compass. If their surprise was great, mine was even bigger upon discovering such ignorance among people who owned thousands of cattle and extensive ranches. This can only be explained by the fact that this remote part of the country is rarely visited by foreigners. I was asked whether the earth or the sun moves, whether it was hotter or colder to the north, where Spain was, and many other similar questions. Most of the locals had a vague understanding that England, London, and North America were different names for the same place; however, the more informed ones knew that London and North America were separate places close to each other, and that England was a large city within London! I carried some matches that ignited by biting them, which was so astonishing that it was common to gather the whole family to see it; someone once offered me a dollar for just one match. Washing my face in the morning sparked a lot of curiosity in the village of Las Minas; a prominent tradesman grilled me about such an unusual practice, and also why we wore beards on board, since my guide had told him we did. He looked at me with suspicion; maybe he'd heard about washing rituals in the Muslim religion and, knowing me to be a heretic, he possibly concluded that all heretics were Turks. In this country, it’s customary to ask for a place to stay at the first suitable house you find. The amazement at the compass and my other tricks helped me a bit, as with that, and the long stories my guides told about me breaking stones, distinguishing between poisonous and non-poisonous snakes, collecting insects, and so on, I repaid them for their hospitality. I’m writing as if I’d been among the people of central Africa: Banda Oriental wouldn’t be flattered by the comparison, but that’s how I felt at the time.
The next day we rode to the village of Las Minas. The country was rather more hilly, but otherwise continued the same; an inhabitant of the Pampas no doubt would have considered it as truly Alpine. The country is so thinly inhabited, that during the whole day we scarcely met a single person. Las Minas is much smaller even than Maldonado. It is seated on a little plain, and is surrounded by low rocky mountains. It is of the usual symmetrical form, and with its whitewashed church standing in the centre, had rather a pretty appearance. The outskirting houses rose out of the plain like isolated beings, without the accompaniment of gardens or courtyards. This is generally the case in the country, and all the houses have, in consequence an uncomfortable aspect. At night we stopped at a pulperia, or drinking-shop. During the evening a great number of Gauchos came in to drink spirits and smoke cigars: their appearance is very striking; they are generally tall and handsome, but with a proud and dissolute expression of countenance. They frequently wear their moustaches and long black hair curling down their backs. With their brightly coloured garments, great spurs clanking about their heels, and knives stuck as daggers (and often so used) at their waists, they look a very different race of men from what might be expected from their name of Gauchos, or simple countrymen. Their politeness is excessive; they never drink their spirits without expecting you to taste it; but whilst making their exceedingly graceful bow, they seem quite as ready, if occasion offered, to cut your throat.
The next day we rode to the village of Las Minas. The landscape was a bit hillier, but otherwise stayed the same; someone from the Pampas would probably think it looked truly Alpine. The area is so sparsely populated that we hardly saw anyone the entire day. Las Minas is even smaller than Maldonado. It's located on a small plain and surrounded by low rocky mountains. It has the usual symmetrical shape, and with its whitewashed church in the center, it looks quite pretty. The houses on the outskirts rise from the plain like isolated structures, lacking gardens or courtyards. This is generally true in the countryside, making all the houses seem a bit uncomfortable. At night, we stayed at a pulperia, or bar. During the evening, many Gauchos came in to drink spirits and smoke cigars; their appearance is very striking. They are usually tall and good-looking, but have a proud and wild look on their faces. They often wear their mustaches and long black hair curled down their backs. With their brightly colored clothes, loud spurs clanking at their heels, and knives hanging from their waists (often used just like daggers), they look very different from what you might expect from their name, Gauchos, which means simple countrymen. Their politeness is over the top; they never drink their spirits without offering you a taste, but while making their very graceful bow, they seem just as ready to slice your throat if the occasion arises.
On the third day we pursued rather an irregular course, as I was employed in examining some beds of marble. On the fine plains of turf we saw many ostriches (Struthio rhea). Some of the flocks contained as many as twenty or thirty birds. These, when standing on any little eminence, and seen against the clear sky, presented a very noble appearance. I never met with such tame ostriches in any other part of the country: it was easy to gallop up within a short distance of them; but then, expanding their wings, they made all sail right before the wind, and soon left the horse astern.
On the third day, we took a bit of a detour since I was busy checking out some marble beds. On the beautiful grassy plains, we spotted many ostriches (Struthio rhea). Some of the groups had as many as twenty or thirty birds. When they stood on a small rise and were silhouetted against the clear sky, they looked quite majestic. I had never seen such tame ostriches anywhere else in the country: it was easy to ride up close to them, but as soon as they spread their wings, they took off with the wind and quickly left the horse behind.
At night we came to the house of Don Juan Fuentes, a rich landed proprietor, but not personally known to either of my companions. On approaching the house of a stranger, it is usual to follow several little points of etiquette: riding up slowly to the door, the salutation of Ave Maria is given, and until somebody comes out and asks you to alight, it is not customary even to get off your horse: the formal answer of the owner is, "sin pecado concebida"—that is, conceived without sin. Having entered the house, some general conversation is kept up for a few minutes, till permission is asked to pass the night there. This is granted as a matter of course. The stranger then takes his meals with the family, and a room is assigned him, where with the horsecloths belonging to his recado (or saddle of the Pampas) he makes his bed. It is curious how similar circumstances produce such similar results in manners. At the Cape of Good Hope the same hospitality, and very nearly the same points of etiquette, are universally observed. The difference, however, between the character of the Spaniard and that of the Dutch boer is shown, by the former never asking his guest a single question beyond the strictest rule of politeness, whilst the honest Dutchman demands where he has been, where he is going, what is his business, and even how many brothers sisters, or children he may happen to have.
At night, we arrived at the home of Don Juan Fuentes, a wealthy landowner who was unknown to either of my companions. When approaching the house of a stranger, there are some customary etiquette rules to follow: you ride up slowly to the door, greet them with "Ave Maria," and you don’t dismount until someone comes out to invite you in. The formal response from the host is "sin pecado concebida," meaning conceived without sin. Once inside, a bit of general conversation happens for a few minutes before asking for permission to stay the night. This is usually granted without hesitation. The guest then shares meals with the family and is given a room, where he makes his bed using the horse blankets from his saddle. It’s interesting how similar situations lead to similar customs. At the Cape of Good Hope, the same hospitality and nearly the same etiquette are followed. However, the difference in character between the Spaniard and the Dutch farmer is apparent; the Spaniard doesn’t ask his guest any questions beyond polite formality, while the straightforward Dutchman wants to know where the guest has been, where he’s headed, what his business is, and even how many siblings or children he has.
Shortly after our arrival at Don Juan's, one of the largest herds of cattle was driven in towards the house, and three beasts were picked out to be slaughtered for the supply of the establishment. These half-wild cattle are very active; and knowing full well the fatal lazo, they led the horses a long and laborious chase. After witnessing the rude wealth displayed in the number of cattle, men, and horses, Don Juan's miserable house was quite curious. The floor consisted of hardened mud, and the windows were without glass; the sitting-room boasted only of a few of the roughest chairs and stools, with a couple of tables. The supper, although several strangers were present, consisted of two huge piles, one of roast beef, the other of boiled, with some pieces of pumpkin: besides this latter there was no other vegetable, and not even a morsel of bread. For drinking, a large earthenware jug of water served the whole party. Yet this man was the owner of several square miles of land, of which nearly every acre would produce corn, and, with a little trouble, all the common vegetables. The evening was spent in smoking, with a little impromptu singing, accompanied by the guitar. The signoritas all sat together in one corner of the room, and did not sup with the men.
Shortly after we arrived at Don Juan's, one of the largest herds of cattle was driven in towards the house, and three were selected to be slaughtered for the establishment's needs. These half-wild cattle are very nimble, and knowing all too well about the deadly lasso, they led the horses on a long and exhausting chase. After seeing the rough wealth displayed in the number of cattle, men, and horses, Don Juan's shabby house seemed quite odd. The floor was made of hardened mud, and the windows had no glass; the living room had only a few basic chairs and stools, along with a couple of tables. Dinner, though there were several strangers present, consisted of two massive piles: one of roast beef and the other of boiled beef, with some pieces of pumpkin; aside from that, there were no other vegetables and not even a bit of bread. For drinks, a large earthenware jug of water served the entire group. Yet this man owned several square miles of land, most of which could produce corn, and with a bit of effort, all the common vegetables. The evening was spent smoking and enjoying some spontaneous singing, accompanied by the guitar. The young women all sat together in one corner of the room and didn’t eat with the men.
So many works have been written about these countries, that it is almost superfluous to describe either the lazo or the bolas. The lazo consists of a very strong, but thin, well-plaited rope, made of raw hide. One end is attached to the broad surcingle, which fastens together the complicated gear of the recado, or saddle used in the Pampas; the other is terminated by a small ring of iron or brass, by which a noose can be formed. The Gaucho, when he is going to use the lazo, keeps a small coil in his bridle-hand, and in the other holds the running noose which is made very large, generally having a diameter of about eight feet. This he whirls round his head, and by the dexterous movement of his wrist keeps the noose open; then, throwing it, he causes it to fall on any particular spot he chooses. The lazo, when not used, is tied up in a small coil to the after part of the recado. The bolas, or balls, are of two kinds: the simplest, which is chiefly used for catching ostriches, consists of two round stones, covered with leather, and united by a thin plaited thong, about eight feet long. The other kind differs only in having three balls united by the thongs to a common centre. The Gaucho holds the smallest of the three in his hand, and whirls the other two round and round his head; then, taking aim, sends them like chain shot revolving through the air. The balls no sooner strike any object, than, winding round it, they cross each other, and become firmly hitched. The size and weight of the balls vary, according to the purpose for which they are made: when of stone, although not larger than an apple, they are sent with such force as sometimes to break the leg even of a horse. I have seen the balls made of wood, and as large as a turnip, for the sake of catching these animals without injuring them. The balls are sometimes made of iron, and these can be hurled to the greatest distance. The main difficulty in using either lazo or bolas is to ride so well as to be able at full speed, and while suddenly turning about, to whirl them so steadily round the head, as to take aim: on foot any person would soon learn the art. One day, as I was amusing myself by galloping and whirling the balls round my head, by accident the free one struck a bush, and its revolving motion being thus destroyed, it immediately fell to the ground, and, like magic, caught one hind leg of my horse; the other ball was then jerked out of my hand, and the horse fairly secured. Luckily he was an old practised animal, and knew what it meant; otherwise he would probably have kicked till he had thrown himself down. The Gauchos roared with laughter; they cried out that they had seen every sort of animal caught, but had never before seen a man caught by himself.
So many works have been written about these countries that it almost seems unnecessary to describe either the lazo or the bolas. The lazo is a very strong yet thin, well-braided rope made from rawhide. One end is attached to the broad surcingle, which holds together the complex gear of the recado, or saddle used in the Pampas; the other end has a small iron or brass ring that can create a noose. When the Gaucho is about to use the lazo, he keeps a small coil in his bridle hand and holds the large running noose in the other, usually around eight feet in diameter. He whirls it above his head and, with a quick wrist movement, keeps the noose open. Then, he throws it, making it land exactly where he wants. When not in use, the lazo is tied up in a small coil at the back of the recado. The bolas, or balls, come in two types: the simpler one used mostly for catching ostriches consists of two round stones covered in leather and connected by a thin braided thong about eight feet long. The other type has three balls linked by thongs to a common center. The Gaucho holds the smallest of the three in his hand and whirls the other two around his head; then, taking aim, sends them spinning through the air like chain shot. The balls hit an object, wrap around it, and cross each other, becoming tightly secured. Their size and weight vary depending on their intended use: even when they are made of stone and no bigger than an apple, they can hit with enough force to break a horse's leg. I've seen wooden balls as large as a turnip used to catch animals without harming them. Sometimes, the balls are made of iron, allowing them to be tossed great distances. The main challenge of using either lazo or bolas is riding well enough to spin them steadily above your head while moving at full speed and making quick turns; anyone can learn the skill on foot. One day, while I was having fun galloping and spinning the balls around my head, the loose ball accidentally hit a bush. This disrupted its spinning motion, and it quickly fell to the ground, magically snagging one hind leg of my horse. The other ball was yanked out of my hand, and the horse was effectively caught. Luckily, he was an experienced animal and knew what was happening; otherwise, he might have kicked until he threw himself down. The Gauchos burst out laughing, saying they had seen all kinds of animals caught but had never seen a man caught by his own hand.
During the two succeeding days, I reached the furthest point which I was anxious to examine. The country wore the same aspect, till at last the fine green turf became more wearisome than a dusty turnpike road. We everywhere saw great numbers of partridges (Nothura major). These birds do not go in coveys, nor do they conceal themselves like the English kind. It appears a very silly bird. A man on horseback by riding round and round in a circle, or rather in a spire, so as to approach closer each time, may knock on the head as many as he pleases. The more common method is to catch them with a running noose, or little lazo, made of the stem of an ostrich's feather, fastened to the end of a long stick. A boy on a quiet old horse will frequently thus catch thirty or forty in a day. In Arctic North America 31 the Indians catch the Varying Hare by walking spirally round and round it, when on its form: the middle of the day is reckoned the best time, when the sun is high, and the shadow of the hunter not very long.
During the next two days, I reached the farthest point I was eager to explore. The landscape looked the same until the nice green grass became more tiresome than a dusty road. We saw a lot of partridges (Nothura major) everywhere. These birds don’t travel in groups, nor do they hide like the English ones. They seem pretty dumb. A person on horseback can ride in circles, getting closer each time, and can easily knock them down. A more common way to catch them is using a running noose, or little lasso, made from an ostrich feather stem tied to a long stick. A boy on a calm old horse can often catch thirty or forty in a day this way. In Arctic North America 31 the Indians catch the Varying Hare by walking in spirals around it when it’s resting. Midday is considered the best time, when the sun is high and the hunter's shadow isn’t too long.
On our return to Maldonado, we followed rather a different line of road. Near Pan de Azucar, a landmark well known to all those who have sailed up the Plata, I stayed a day at the house of a most hospitable old Spaniard. Early in the morning we ascended the Sierra de las Animas. By the aid of the rising sun the scenery was almost picturesque. To the westward the view extended over an immense level plain as far as the Mount, at Monte Video, and to the eastward, over the mammillated country of Maldonado. On the summit of the mountain there were several small heaps of stones, which evidently had lain there for many years. My companion assured me that they were the work of the Indians in the old time. The heaps were similar, but on a much smaller scale, to those so commonly found on the mountains of Wales. The desire to signalize any event, on the highest point of the neighbouring land, seems an universal passion with mankind. At the present day, not a single Indian, either civilized or wild, exists in this part of the province; nor am I aware that the former inhabitants have left behind them any more permanent records than these insignificant piles on the summit of the Sierra de las Animas.
On our way back to Maldonado, we took a different route. Near Pan de Azucar, a well-known landmark for anyone who has sailed up the Plata, I stayed for a day at the home of a very welcoming old Spaniard. Early in the morning, we climbed the Sierra de las Animas. With the rising sun, the scenery was almost picturesque. To the west, the view stretched over a vast flat plain all the way to the Mount at Monte Video, and to the east, over the hilly landscape of Maldonado. At the mountain's summit, there were several small piles of stones that had clearly been there for many years. My companion told me that they were created by the Indians long ago. The piles were similar, though much smaller, to those commonly found in the mountains of Wales. The urge to mark any event at the highest point of the surrounding land seems to be a universal instinct among people. Nowadays, there isn't a single Indian, either civilized or wild, living in this part of the province; nor am I aware that the previous inhabitants left behind any more permanent signs than these insignificant mounds on the peak of the Sierra de las Animas.
The general, and almost entire absence of trees in Banda Oriental is remarkable. Some of the rocky hills are partly covered by thickets, and on the banks of the larger streams, especially to the north of Las Minas, willow-trees are not uncommon. Near the Arroyo Tapes I heard of a wood of palms; and one of these trees, of considerable size, I saw near the Pan de Azucar, in lat. 35 degs. These, and the trees planted by the Spaniards, offer the only exceptions to the general scarcity of wood. Among the introduced kinds may be enumerated poplars, olives, peach, and other fruit trees: the peaches succeed so well, that they afford the main supply of firewood to the city of Buenos Ayres. Extremely level countries, such as the Pampas, seldom appear favourable to the growth of trees. This may possibly be attributed either to the force of the winds, or the kind of drainage. In the nature of the land, however, around Maldonado, no such reason is apparent; the rocky mountains afford protected situations; enjoying various kinds of soil; streamlets of water are common at the bottoms of nearly every valley; and the clayey nature of the earth seems adapted to retain moisture. It has been inferred with much probability, that the presence of woodland is generally determined 32 by the annual amount of moisture; yet in this province abundant and heavy rain falls during the winter; and the summer, though dry, is not so in any excessive degree. 33 We see nearly the whole of Australia covered by lofty trees, yet that country possesses a far more arid climate. Hence we must look to some other and unknown cause.
The general and almost complete lack of trees in Banda Oriental is striking. Some rocky hills are partially covered by shrubs, and along the banks of the larger streams, especially north of Las Minas, willow trees are fairly common. Near Arroyo Tapes, I heard about a grove of palms, and I saw a fairly large one near Pan de Azucar, at lat. 35 degrees. These, along with the trees planted by the Spaniards, are the only exceptions to the overall shortage of wood. Some of the introduced species include poplars, olives, peaches, and other fruit trees: the peach trees thrive so well that they provide most of the firewood for the city of Buenos Aires. Extremely flat regions like the Pampas rarely seem conducive to tree growth. This might be due to the strength of the winds or the type of drainage. However, in the land around Maldonado, there’s no clear reason for this; the rocky mountains provide sheltered spots, feature various types of soil, and small streams are typical at the bottoms of nearly every valley, with the clayey nature of the earth appearing to hold moisture. It has been reasonably inferred that the presence of woodland is generally determined by the annual amount of moisture; yet in this province, there’s plenty of heavy rain during the winter, and the summer, though dry, isn’t excessively so. We see almost all of Australia covered by tall trees, even though that country has a much drier climate. Thus, we must look for some other unknown cause.
Confining our view to South America, we should certainly be tempted to believe that trees flourished only under a very humid climate; for the limit of the forest-land follows, in a most remarkable manner, that of the damp winds. In the southern part of the continent, where the western gales, charged with moisture from the Pacific, prevail, every island on the broken west coast, from lat. 38 degs. to the extreme point of Tierra del Fuego, is densely covered by impenetrable forests. On the eastern side of the Cordillera, over the same extent of latitude, where a blue sky and a fine climate prove that the atmosphere has been deprived of its moisture by passing over the mountains, the arid plains of Patagonia support a most scanty vegetation. In the more northern parts of the continent, within the limits of the constant south-eastern trade-wind, the eastern side is ornamented by magnificent forests; whilst the western coast, from lat. 4 degs. S. to lat. 32 degs. S., may be described as a desert; on this western coast, northward of lat. 4 degs. S., where the trade-wind loses its regularity, and heavy torrents of rain fall periodically, the shores of the Pacific, so utterly desert in Peru, assume near Cape Blanco the character of luxuriance so celebrated at Guyaquil and Panama. Hence in the southern and northern parts of the continent, the forest and desert lands occupy reversed positions with respect to the Cordillera, and these positions are apparently determined by the direction of the prevalent winds. In the middle of the continent there is a broad intermediate band, including central Chile and the provinces of La Plata, where the rain-bringing winds have not to pass over lofty mountains, and where the land is neither a desert nor covered by forests. But even the rule, if confined to South America, of trees flourishing only in a climate rendered humid by rain-bearing winds, has a strongly marked exception in the case of the Falkland Islands. These islands, situated in the same latitude with Tierra del Fuego and only between two and three hundred miles distant from it, having a nearly similar climate, with a geological formation almost identical, with favourable situations and the same kind of peaty soil, yet can boast of few plants deserving even the title of bushes; whilst in Tierra del Fuego it is impossible to find an acre of land not covered by the densest forest. In this case, both the direction of the heavy gales of wind and of the currents of the sea are favourable to the transport of seeds from Tierra del Fuego, as is shown by the canoes and trunks of trees drifted from that country, and frequently thrown on the shores of the Western Falkland. Hence perhaps it is, that there are many plants in common to the two countries but with respect to the trees of Tierra del Fuego, even attempts made to transplant them have failed.
Focusing on South America, it's easy to think that trees only thrive in very humid climates. The boundary of forest land closely follows the path of damp winds. In the southern part of the continent, where the moist winds from the Pacific dominate, every island along the rugged west coast—from latitude 38 degrees to the southern tip of Tierra del Fuego—is covered in dense, impenetrable forests. On the eastern side of the Andes, in the same latitude range, the clear skies and pleasant climate show that the moisture has been stripped away by the mountains, resulting in the arid plains of Patagonia that have very sparse vegetation. In the northern regions of the continent, under the influence of the constant southeastern trade winds, the eastern side boasts magnificent forests, while the western coast, from latitude 4 degrees south to latitude 32 degrees south, can be characterized as a desert. On the western coast, north of latitude 4 degrees south, where the trade winds become irregular and heavy rains fall periodically, the Pacific shores, which are completely barren in Peru, become lush near Cape Blanco, reminiscent of the celebrated greenery of Guayaquil and Panama. Therefore, in both the southern and northern sections of the continent, forest and desert areas are positioned oppositely relative to the Andes, and these positions appear to be shaped by the dominant wind patterns. In the central part of the continent, there’s a broad transitional area, which includes central Chile and the provinces of La Plata, where the rain-bearing winds don’t have to cross steep mountains, resulting in land that is neither desert nor forested. However, even though the pattern that trees only thrive in areas made humid by rain-bearing winds applies strongly to South America, there’s a significant exception with the Falkland Islands. These islands, located at roughly the same latitude as Tierra del Fuego, only two to three hundred miles away, have a nearly identical climate and geological structure, and with favorable conditions and similar peat soil, still have very few plants that could even be called bushes; meanwhile, in Tierra del Fuego, it’s impossible to find an acre of land that isn’t densely forested. In this case, both the direction of the strong winds and sea currents support the movement of seeds from Tierra del Fuego, as evidenced by canoes and tree trunks that have drifted from that area and often wash up on the shores of the Western Falkland. This may explain why there are several plants common to both regions, but when it comes to the trees from Tierra del Fuego, attempts to transplant them have consistently failed.
During our stay at Maldonado I collected several quadrupeds, eighty kinds of birds, and many reptiles, including nine species of snakes. Of the indigenous mammalia, the only one now left of any size, which is common, is the Cervus campestris. This deer is exceedingly abundant, often in small herds, throughout the countries bordering the Plata and in Northern Patagonia. If a person crawling close along the ground, slowly advances towards a herd, the deer frequently, out of curiosity, approach to reconnoitre him. I have by this means, killed from one spot, three out of the same herd. Although so tame and inquisitive, yet when approached on horseback, they are exceedingly wary. In this country nobody goes on foot, and the deer knows man as its enemy only when he is mounted and armed with the bolas. At Bahia Blanca, a recent establishment in Northern Patagonia, I was surprised to find how little the deer cared for the noise of a gun: one day I fired ten times from within eighty yards at one animal; and it was much more startled at the ball cutting up the ground than at the report of the rifle. My powder being exhausted, I was obliged to get up (to my shame as a sportsman be it spoken, though well able to kill birds on the wing) and halloo till the deer ran away.
During our time in Maldonado, I collected several mammals, eighty different types of birds, and many reptiles, including nine species of snakes. Of the native mammals, the only large one that’s still common is the Cervus campestris. This deer is very abundant and often found in small herds throughout the regions around the Plata River and in Northern Patagonia. If someone crawls slowly along the ground towards a herd, the deer will often come closer out of curiosity to check him out. I've managed to kill three from the same herd while staying in one spot. Although they’re quite curious and tame, when approached on horseback, they become very cautious. In this area, no one travels on foot, and the deer only see humans as a threat when they’re mounted and armed with bolas. At Bahia Blanca, a newer settlement in Northern Patagonia, I was surprised by how little the deer reacted to the sound of a gun: one day, I fired ten shots from eighty yards away at one deer, and it was much more alarmed by the bullet hitting the ground than by the sound of the rifle. When I ran out of powder, I had to get up (which is embarrassing for a hunter, even though I can easily shoot birds in the air) and shout until the deer ran away.
The most curious fact with respect to this animal, is the overpoweringly strong and offensive odour which proceeds from the buck. It is quite indescribable: several times whilst skinning the specimen which is now mounted at the Zoological Museum, I was almost overcome by nausea. I tied up the skin in a silk pocket-handkerchief, and so carried it home: this handkerchief, after being well washed, I continually used, and it was of course as repeatedly washed; yet every time, for a space of one year and seven months, when first unfolded, I distinctly perceived the odour. This appears an astonishing instance of the permanence of some matter, which nevertheless in its nature must be most subtile and volatile. Frequently, when passing at the distance of half a mile to leeward of a herd, I have perceived the whole air tainted with the effluvium. I believe the smell from the buck is most powerful at the period when its horns are perfect, or free from the hairy skin. When in this state the meat is, of course, quite uneatable; but the Gauchos assert, that if buried for some time in fresh earth, the taint is removed. I have somewhere read that the islanders in the north of Scotland treat the rank carcasses of the fish-eating birds in the same manner.
The most interesting thing about this animal is the incredibly strong and unpleasant smell that comes from the male. It's hard to describe: several times while skinning the specimen that is now displayed at the Zoological Museum, I almost felt sick. I wrapped the skin in a silk handkerchief and carried it home. After washing it thoroughly, I continued to use it, washing it repeatedly; yet every time, for a year and seven months, when I first unfolded it, I could still smell the odor. This seems like an amazing example of how some substances can last a long time, even though they must be very subtle and volatile in nature. Often, when I was half a mile downwind from a herd, I noticed that the air was filled with the smell. I believe the odor from the male is strongest when its horns are fully developed and free of hair. In this state, the meat is completely inedible, but the Gauchos say that if you bury it in fresh earth for a while, the smell goes away. I’ve read that islanders in the northern part of Scotland treat the foul carcasses of fish-eating birds the same way.
The order Rodentia is here very numerous in species: of mice alone I obtained no less than eight kinds. 34 The largest gnawing animal in the world, the Hydrochaerus capybara (the water-hog), is here also common. One which I shot at Monte Video weighed ninety-eight pounds: its length from the end of the snout to the stump-like tail, was three feet two inches; and its girth three feet eight. These great Rodents occasionally frequent the islands in the mouth of the Plata, where the water is quite salt, but are far more abundant on the borders of fresh-water lakes and rivers. Near Maldonado three or four generally live together. In the daytime they either lie among the aquatic plants, or openly feed on the turf plain. 35 When viewed at a distance, from their manner of walking and colour they resemble pigs: but when seated on their haunches, and attentively watching any object with one eye, they reassume the appearance of their congeners, cavies and rabbits. Both the front and side view of their head has quite a ludicrous aspect, from the great depth of their jaw. These animals, at Maldonado, were very tame; by cautiously walking, I approached within three yards of four old ones. This tameness may probably be accounted for, by the Jaguar having been banished for some years, and by the Gaucho not thinking it worth his while to hunt them. As I approached nearer and nearer they frequently made their peculiar noise, which is a low abrupt grunt, not having much actual sound, but rather arising from the sudden expulsion of air: the only noise I know at all like it, is the first hoarse bark of a large dog. Having watched the four from almost within arm's length (and they me) for several minutes, they rushed into the water at full gallop with the greatest impetuosity, and emitted at the same time their bark. After diving a short distance they came again to the surface, but only just showed the upper part of their heads. When the female is swimming in the water, and has young ones, they are said to sit on her back. These animals are easily killed in numbers; but their skins are of trifling value, and the meat is very indifferent. On the islands in the Rio Parana they are exceedingly abundant, and afford the ordinary prey to the Jaguar.
The order Rodentia has a lot of species here: I found at least eight different types of mice alone. 34 The biggest gnawing animal in the world, the Hydrochaerus capybara (also known as the water-hog), is common here as well. One I shot near Monte Video weighed ninety-eight pounds; it measured three feet two inches from the tip of its snout to its stubby tail, and its girth was three feet eight inches. These large Rodents occasionally visit the islands at the mouth of the Plata, where the water is quite salty, but they are much more plentiful along the shores of freshwater lakes and rivers. Near Maldonado, three or four usually live together. During the day, they either rest among the aquatic plants or feed openly on the grassy plain. 35 When you see them from a distance, their walking style and color make them look like pigs. But when they sit back on their haunches and watch something with one eye, they start to resemble their relatives, the cavies and rabbits. Both the front and side views of their heads look pretty funny because of the deep jaw. These animals near Maldonado were very tame; by walking carefully, I got within three yards of four older ones. This tameness might be because the Jaguar had been gone for several years, and the Gaucho didn’t find it worth his time to hunt them. As I got closer, they frequently made their unique noise, which is a low, abrupt grunt—that doesn't really sound like much but comes from a quick expulsion of air. The only noise I can compare it to is the first harsh bark of a large dog. After watching the four from almost an arm's length (and them watching me) for several minutes, they dashed into the water at full speed, making their bark at the same time. After diving a short distance, they resurfaced but only showed the tops of their heads. It’s said that when a female is swimming with babies, they sit on her back. These animals are pretty easy to kill in groups, but their skins are not worth much, and the meat is quite average. On the islands in the Rio Parana, they are extremely abundant and serve as regular prey for the Jaguar.
The Tucutuco (Ctenomys Brasiliensis) is a curious small animal, which may be briefly described as a Gnawer, with the habits of a mole. It is extremely numerous in some parts of the country, but it is difficult to be procured, and never, I believe, comes out of the ground. It throws up at the mouth of its burrows hillocks of earth like those of the mole, but smaller. Considerable tracts of country are so completely undermined by these animals, that horses in passing over, sink above their fetlocks. The tucutucos appear, to a certain degree, to be gregarious: the man who procured the specimens for me had caught six together, and he said this was a common occurrence. They are nocturnal in their habits; and their principal food is the roots of plants, which are the object of their extensive and superficial burrows. This animal is universally known by a very peculiar noise which it makes when beneath the ground. A person, the first time he hears it, is much surprised; for it is not easy to tell whence it comes, nor is it possible to guess what kind of creature utters it. The noise consists in a short, but not rough, nasal grunt, which is monotonously repeated about four times in quick succession: 36 the name Tucutuco is given in imitation of the sound. Where this animal is abundant, it may be heard at all times of the day, and sometimes directly beneath one's feet. When kept in a room, the tucutucos move both slowly and clumsily, which appears owing to the outward action of their hind legs; and they are quite incapable, from the socket of the thigh-bone not having a certain ligament, of jumping even the smallest vertical height. They are very stupid in making any attempt to escape; when angry or frightened they utter the tucutuco. Of those I kept alive several, even the first day, became quite tame, not attempting to bite or to run away; others were a little wilder.
The Tucutuco (Ctenomys Brasiliensis) is an interesting little animal that can be described as a gnawer with mole-like habits. It's really common in certain parts of the country, but it's tough to catch, and I believe it never comes out of the ground. It creates small mounds of dirt at the entrance of its burrows, similar to a mole's but smaller. Large areas of land can be so extensively tunneled by these animals that horses can sink up to their fetlocks when they walk over them. Tucutucos seem to be somewhat social; the person who collected specimens for me caught six at once, and he said this happens often. They are active at night, and their main food source is plant roots, which leads to their extensive and shallow burrows. This animal is widely recognized by a unique sound it makes underground. The first time someone hears it, they're usually surprised because it’s hard to tell where it comes from or what type of creature is making it. The sound consists of a short, smooth nasal grunt that repeats about four times quickly: 36 and the name Tucutuco mimics this noise. When these animals are plentiful, you can hear them all day long, sometimes right underfoot. When kept in a room, tucutucos move slowly and awkwardly, likely due to how their hind legs work, and they can't jump even a little bit because of the lack of a specific ligament in their hip joint. They don't make much of an effort to escape, and when they're scared or angry, they make the tucutuco sound. Of those I kept alive, several became quite tame on the first day, not trying to bite or flee, while others were a bit more skittish.
The man who caught them asserted that very many are invariably found blind. A specimen which I preserved in spirits was in this state; Mr. Reid considers it to be the effect of inflammation in the nictitating membrane. When the animal was alive I placed my finger within half an inch of its head, and not the slightest notice was taken: it made its way, however, about the room nearly as well as the others. Considering the strictly subterranean habits of the tucutuco, the blindness, though so common, cannot be a very serious evil; yet it appears strange that any animal should possess an organ frequently subject to be injured. Lamarck would have been delighted with this fact, had he known it, when speculating 37 (probably with more truth than usual with him) on the gradually acquired blindness of the Asphalax, a Gnawer living under ground, and of the Proteus, a reptile living in dark caverns filled with water; in both of which animals the eye is in an almost rudimentary state, and is covered by a tendinous membrane and skin. In the common mole the eye is extraordinarily small but perfect, though many anatomists doubt whether it is connected with the true optic nerve; its vision must certainly be imperfect, though probably useful to the animal when it leaves its burrow. In the tucutuco, which I believe never comes to the surface of the ground, the eye is rather larger, but often rendered blind and useless, though without apparently causing any inconvenience to the animal; no doubt Lamarck would have said that the tucutuco is now passing into the state of the Asphalax and Proteus.
The man who caught them claimed that a lot of them are usually found blind. A specimen I preserved in alcohol was in this condition; Mr. Reid believes this is due to inflammation in the nictitating membrane. When the animal was alive, I held my finger less than an inch from its head, and it didn't react at all. However, it moved around the room almost as well as the others. Given the strictly underground habits of the tucutuco, the blindness, while common, doesn't seem to be a serious problem; still, it's strange that any animal would have an organ that can easily be damaged. Lamarck would have loved this fact if he had known about it, especially when he speculated 37 (probably with more accuracy than usual for him) about the gradually acquired blindness of the Asphalax, a burrowing rodent, and the Proteus, a reptile living in dark, water-filled caves; in both of these animals, the eye is almost rudimentary and covered with a tendinous membrane and skin. In the common mole, the eye is extremely small but fully formed, though many anatomists question whether it connects to the actual optic nerve; its vision must be limited, but likely helpful to the animal when it leaves its burrow. In the tucutuco, which I believe never comes above ground, the eye is somewhat larger but often becomes blind and useless, seemingly without causing any trouble for the animal; no doubt Lamarck would argue that the tucutuco is moving toward the condition of the Asphalax and Proteus.
Birds of many kinds are extremely abundant on the undulating, grassy plains around Maldonado. There are several species of a family allied in structure and manners to our Starling: one of these (Molothrus niger) is remarkable from its habits. Several may often be seen standing together on the back of a cow or horse; and while perched on a hedge, pluming themselves in the sun, they sometimes attempt to sing, or rather to hiss; the noise being very peculiar, resembling that of bubbles of air passing rapidly from a small orifice under water, so as to produce an acute sound. According to Azara, this bird, like the cuckoo, deposits its eggs in other birds' nests. I was several times told by the country people that there certainly is some bird having this habit; and my assistant in collecting, who is a very accurate person, found a nest of the sparrow of this country (Zonotrichia matutina), with one egg in it larger than the others, and of a different colour and shape. In North America there is another species of Molothrus (M. pecoris), which has a similar cuckoo-like habit, and which is most closely allied in every respect to the species from the Plata, even in such trifling peculiarities as standing on the backs of cattle; it differs only in being a little smaller, and in its plumage and eggs being of a slightly different shade of colour. This close agreement in structure and habits, in representative species coming from opposite quarters of a great continent, always strikes one as interesting, though of common occurrence.
Birds of many kinds are very abundant on the rolling, grassy plains around Maldonado. There are several species related in structure and behavior to our Starlings: one of these (Molothrus niger) is notable for its habits. It’s common to see a few of them standing together on the back of a cow or horse; and while perched on a fence and preening themselves in the sun, they sometimes try to sing, or more accurately, to hiss. The sound is quite unique, similar to air bubbles quickly escaping from a small hole underwater, creating a sharp noise. According to Azara, this bird, like the cuckoo, lays its eggs in the nests of other birds. I was told multiple times by locals that there's definitely a bird with this behavior; and my assistant in collecting, who is very reliable, found a nest of the local sparrow (Zonotrichia matutina) with one egg that was larger than the others and a different color and shape. In North America, there’s another species of Molothrus (M. pecoris) that has a similar cuckoo-like behavior and is closely related to the species from the Plata, even down to small details like standing on the backs of cattle; the only differences are that it’s a bit smaller and has plumage and eggs of slightly different shades. This close resemblance in structure and habits between representative species from opposite sides of a large continent is always interesting, even though it’s quite common.
Mr. Swainson has well remarked, 38 that with the exception of the Molothrus pecoris, to which must be added the M. niger, the cuckoos are the only birds which can be called truly parasitical; namely, such as "fasten themselves, as it were, on another living animal, whose animal heat brings their young into life, whose food they live upon, and whose death would cause theirs during the period of infancy." It is remarkable that some of the species, but not all, both of the Cuckoo and Molothrus, should agree in this one strange habit of their parasitical propagation, whilst opposed to each other in almost every other habit: the molothrus, like our starling, is eminently sociable, and lives on the open plains without art or disguise: the cuckoo, as every one knows, is a singularly shy bird; it frequents the most retired thickets, and feeds on fruit and caterpillars. In structure also these two genera are widely removed from each other. Many theories, even phrenological theories, have been advanced to explain the origin of the cuckoo laying its eggs in other birds' nests. M. Prevost alone, I think, has thrown light by his observations 39 on this puzzle: he finds that the female cuckoo, which, according to most observers, lays at least from four to six eggs, must pair with the male each time after laying only one or two eggs. Now, if the cuckoo was obliged to sit on her own eggs, she would either have to sit on all together, and therefore leave those first laid so long, that they probably would become addled; or she would have to hatch separately each egg, or two eggs, as soon as laid: but as the cuckoo stays a shorter time in this country than any other migratory bird, she certainly would not have time enough for the successive hatchings. Hence we can perceive in the fact of the cuckoo pairing several times, and laying her eggs at intervals, the cause of her depositing her eggs in other birds' nests, and leaving them to the care of foster-parents. I am strongly inclined to believe that this view is correct, from having been independently led (as we shall hereafter see) to an analogous conclusion with regard to the South American ostrich, the females of which are parasitical, if I may so express it, on each other; each female laying several eggs in the nests of several other females, and the male ostrich undertaking all the cares of incubation, like the strange foster-parents with the cuckoo.
Mr. Swainson rightly noted that, except for the Molothrus pecoris, and adding M. niger, the cuckoos are the only birds that can be truly considered parasitic. They essentially attach themselves to another living animal, whose warmth nurtures their young, whose food sustains them, and whose death would also lead to their own demise in infancy. It’s interesting that some species of both the Cuckoo and Molothrus share this unusual trait of parasitic reproduction, even though they differ in almost every other way: the molothrus, like our starling, is quite social and lives openly on the plains without disguise, while the cuckoo, as everyone knows, is a particularly shy bird that prefers secluded thickets and feeds on fruit and caterpillars. These two groups are also structurally very different. Numerous theories have been proposed, including those from phrenology, to explain why cuckoos lay their eggs in other birds' nests. M. Prevost, however, has shed light on this mystery with his observations. He found that the female cuckoo, which lays at least four to six eggs according to most observers, must mate with the male each time after laying just one or two eggs. If the cuckoo had to sit on her own eggs, she would either have to incubate all of them at once, risking the earliest ones going bad, or she would have to hatch each egg separately right after laying it. But since the cuckoo spends less time in this country than any other migratory bird, she certainly wouldn’t have enough time for that. Therefore, we can see that the cuckoo's practice of mating multiple times and laying her eggs at intervals explains why she deposits her eggs in other birds' nests and relies on foster parents. I strongly believe this explanation is valid, as I have also independently reached a similar conclusion regarding the South American ostrich, where the females can be considered parasitic towards each other by laying multiple eggs in other females' nests, while the male ostrich takes on all the incubation duties, just like the unusual foster parents do with the cuckoo.
I will mention only two other birds, which are very common, and render themselves prominent from their habits. The Saurophagus sulphuratus is typical of the great American tribe of tyrant-flycatchers. In its structure it closely approaches the true shrikes, but in its habits may be compared to many birds. I have frequently observed it, hunting a field, hovering over one spot like a hawk, and then proceeding on to another. When seen thus suspended in the air, it might very readily at a short distance be mistaken for one of the Rapacious order; its stoop, however, is very inferior in force and rapidity to that of a hawk. At other times the Saurophagus haunts the neighbourhood of water, and there, like a kingfisher, remaining stationary, it catches any small fish which may come near the margin. These birds are not unfrequently kept either in cages or in courtyards, with their wings cut. They soon become tame, and are very amusing from their cunning odd manners, which were described to me as being similar to those of the common magpie. Their flight is undulatory, for the weight of the head and bill appears too great for the body. In the evening the Saurophagus takes its stand on a bush, often by the roadside, and continually repeats without a change a shrill and rather agreeable cry, which somewhat resembles articulate words: the Spaniards say it is like the words "Bien te veo" (I see you well), and accordingly have given it this name.
I’ll mention just two other birds that are very common and stand out because of their behavior. The Saurophagus sulphuratus is typical of the large American group of tyrant-flycatchers. It closely resembles true shrikes in its structure but can be compared to many different birds in its habits. I have often seen it hunting in a field, hovering over one spot like a hawk before moving on to another. When it's seen hovering in the air, it could easily be mistaken for a bird of prey from a short distance; however, its dive is much weaker and slower than that of a hawk. Sometimes, the Saurophagus hangs around water, and like a kingfisher, it stays still and catches any small fish that come close to the edge. These birds are often kept in cages or in courtyards with their wings clipped. They quickly become tame and are very entertaining because of their quirky behavior, which I’ve been told is similar to that of a common magpie. Their flight is wavy since the weight of their head and bill seems too heavy for their body. In the evening, the Saurophagus perches on a bush, often by the roadside, and continuously repeats a sharp and somewhat pleasant call that sounds a bit like spoken words: Spaniards say it sounds like “Bien te veo” (I see you well), and that’s how it got its name.
A mocking-bird (Mimus orpheus), called by the inhabitants Calandria, is remarkable, from possessing a song far superior to that of any other bird in the country: indeed, it is nearly the only bird in South America which I have observed to take its stand for the purpose of singing. The song may be compared to that of the Sedge warbler, but is more powerful; some harsh notes and some very high ones, being mingled with a pleasant warbling. It is heard only during the spring. At other times its cry is harsh and far from harmonious. Near Maldonado these birds were tame and bold; they constantly attended the country houses in numbers, to pick the meat which was hung up on the posts or walls: if any other small bird joined the feast, the Calandria soon chased it away. On the wide uninhabited plains of Patagonia another closely allied species, O. Patagonica of d'Orbigny, which frequents the valleys clothed with spiny bushes, is a wilder bird, and has a slightly different tone of voice. It appears to me a curious circumstance, as showing the fine shades of difference in habits, that judging from this latter respect alone, when I first saw this second species, I thought it was different from the Maldonado kind. Having afterwards procured a specimen, and comparing the two without particular care, they appeared so very similar, that I changed my opinion; but now Mr. Gould says that they are certainly distinct; a conclusion in conformity with the trifling difference of habit, of which, of course, he was not aware.
A mockingbird (Mimus orpheus), known locally as Calandria, stands out because it has a song that is far better than any other bird in the region. In fact, it's almost the only bird in South America that I’ve seen perch and sing. Its song can be compared to that of the Sedge warbler but is more powerful, featuring some harsh notes mixed with some very high ones, along with a pleasant warbling. You only hear it during spring. At other times, its call is harsh and unmelodic. Near Maldonado, these birds were tame and bold; they frequently visited country houses in groups to pick at the meat hung on the posts or walls. If any other small bird tried to join, the Calandria would quickly scare it away. In the vast, uninhabited plains of Patagonia, there’s a closely related species, O. Patagonica of d'Orbigny, that lives in valleys with spiny bushes. This bird is wild and has a slightly different tone. It’s interesting to note that, based solely on this aspect, when I first encountered this second species, I thought it was different from the one found in Maldonado. However, after obtaining a specimen and comparing the two without much care, they appeared so similar that I changed my mind; now Mr. Gould claims they are definitely distinct, which aligns with the minor differences in their behaviors, of which he was, of course, unaware.
The number, tameness, and disgusting habits of the carrion-feeding hawks of South America make them pre-eminently striking to any one accustomed only to the birds of Northern Europe. In this list may be included four species of the Caracara or Polyborus, the Turkey buzzard, the Gallinazo, and the Condor. The Caracaras are, from their structure, placed among the eagles: we shall soon see how ill they become so high a rank. In their habits they well supply the place of our carrion-crows, magpies, and ravens; a tribe of birds widely distributed over the rest of the world, but entirely absent in South America. To begin with the Polyborus Brasiliensis: this is a common bird, and has a wide geographical range; it is most numerous on the grassy savannahs of La Plata (where it goes by the name of Carrancha), and is far from unfrequent throughout the sterile plains of Patagonia. In the desert between the rivers Negro and Colorado, numbers constantly attend the line of road to devour the carcasses of the exhausted animals which chance to perish from fatigue and thirst. Although thus common in these dry and open countries, and likewise on the arid shores of the Pacific, it is nevertheless found inhabiting the damp impervious forests of West Patagonia and Tierra del Fuego. The Carranchas, together with the Chimango, constantly attend in numbers the estancias and slaughtering-houses. If an animal dies on the plain the Gallinazo commences the feast, and then the two species of Polyborus pick the bones clean. These birds, although thus commonly feeding together, are far from being friends. When the Carrancha is quietly seated on the branch of a tree or on the ground, the Chimango often continues for a long time flying backwards and forwards, up and down, in a semicircle, trying each time at the bottom of the curve to strike its larger relative. The Carrancha takes little notice, except by bobbing its head. Although the Carranchas frequently assemble in numbers, they are not gregarious; for in desert places they may be seen solitary, or more commonly by pairs.
The number, tameness, and unpleasant habits of the scavenging hawks in South America stand out to anyone who's only used to the birds of Northern Europe. This includes four species of Caracara or Polyborus, the Turkey vulture, the Gallinazo, and the Condor. Caracaras are classified among the eagles based on their structure, but it’s clear they don’t really deserve such a high rank. In terms of behavior, they take the place of our carrion crows, magpies, and ravens, which are found widely across the rest of the world but completely missing in South America. Starting with the Polyborus Brasiliensis: this is a common bird with a broad geographical range; it's most abundant on the grassy savannahs of La Plata (where it's called Carrancha) and is also quite common throughout the barren plains of Patagonia. In the desert between the Negro and Colorado rivers, they often follow the roads to consume the carcasses of animals that die from exhaustion and thirst. Even though they are prevalent in these dry and open areas, as well as along the arid Pacific coast, they also inhabit the damp, dense forests of West Patagonia and Tierra del Fuego. The Carranchas, along with the Chimango, frequently gather in numbers around farms and slaughterhouses. When an animal dies on the plains, the Gallinazo starts the meal, and then the two Polyborus species pick the bones clean. Although they often feed together, these birds aren't exactly friends. When the Carrancha is sitting quietly on a tree branch or on the ground, the Chimango will often fly back and forth, trying repeatedly to peck at its larger relative from below. The Carrancha hardly reacts, just nodding its head a bit. Even when Carranchas gather in groups, they are not social; in desolate areas, they are usually seen alone or, more commonly, in pairs.
The Carranchas are said to be very crafty, and to steal great numbers of eggs. They attempt, also, together with the Chimango, to pick off the scabs from the sore backs of horses and mules. The poor animal, on the one hand, with its ears down and its back arched; and, on the other, the hovering bird, eyeing at the distance of a yard the disgusting morsel, form a picture, which has been described by Captain Head with his own peculiar spirit and accuracy. These false eagles most rarely kill any living bird or animal; and their vulture-like, necrophagous habits are very evident to any one who has fallen asleep on the desolate plains of Patagonia, for when he wakes, he will see, on each surrounding hillock, one of these birds patiently watching him with an evil eye: it is a feature in the landscape of these countries, which will be recognised by every one who has wandered over them. If a party of men go out hunting with dogs and horses, they will be accompanied, during the day, by several of these attendants. After feeding, the uncovered craw protrudes; at such times, and indeed generally, the Carrancha is an inactive, tame, and cowardly bird. Its flight is heavy and slow, like that of an English rook. It seldom soars; but I have twice seen one at a great height gliding through the air with much ease. It runs (in contradistinction to hopping), but not quite so quickly as some of its congeners. At times the Carrancha is noisy, but is not generally so: its cry is loud, very harsh and peculiar, and may be likened to the sound of the Spanish guttural g, followed by a rough double r r; when uttering this cry it elevates its head higher and higher, till at last, with its beak wide open, the crown almost touches the lower part of the back. This fact, which has been doubted, is quite true; I have seen them several times with their heads backwards in a completely inverted position. To these observations I may add, on the high authority of Azara, that the Carrancha feeds on worms, shells, slugs, grasshoppers, and frogs; that it destroys young lambs by tearing the umbilical cord; and that it pursues the Gallinazo, till that bird is compelled to vomit up the carrion it may have recently gorged. Lastly, Azara states that several Carranchas, five or six together, will unite in chase of large birds, even such as herons. All these facts show that it is a bird of very versatile habits and considerable ingenuity.
The Carranchas are known to be quite clever and often steal lots of eggs. They also try, along with the Chimango, to pick the scabs off the sore backs of horses and mules. The poor animal, with its ears down and back arched, and the hovering bird, watching from just a yard away, eyeing the disgusting morsel, create a scene that Captain Head has described with his unique flair and precision. These false eagles rarely kill any living bird or animal, and their scavenger-like habits are very apparent to anyone who has dozed off on the barren plains of Patagonia, for upon waking, they will see one of these birds perched on each nearby hill, watching them with a sinister gaze. It's a characteristic feature of the landscape in these areas that anyone who has traveled through will recognize. If a group of people goes hunting with dogs and horses, several of these birds will accompany them throughout the day. After eating, their uncovered craw hangs down; at such times, and generally, the Carrancha is a sluggish, tame, and cowardly bird. Its flight is heavy and slow, similar to that of an English rook. It rarely soars, but I've seen one glide effortlessly through the air at a great height on two occasions. It runs (instead of hopping), but not as quickly as some of its relatives. Occasionally, the Carrancha can be noisy, but usually, it isn't: its call is loud, very harsh, and distinctive, akin to the sound of a Spanish guttural g, followed by a rough double r r; when it makes this sound, it raises its head higher and higher until, with its beak wide open, the crown nearly touches the lower part of its back. This fact, which some have doubted, is entirely true; I've seen them several times with their heads bent backward in a completely inverted position. Additionally, I can confirm based on the high authority of Azara that the Carrancha feeds on worms, shells, slugs, grasshoppers, and frogs; that it kills young lambs by ripping the umbilical cord; and that it chases the Gallinazo until that bird is forced to vomit up any carrion it has recently devoured. Finally, Azara noted that several Carranchas, five or six together, will team up to chase large birds, even herons. All this indicates that it is a bird with very adaptable habits and significant cleverness.
The Polyborus Chimango is considerably smaller than the last species. It is truly omnivorous, and will eat even bread; and I was assured that it materially injures the potato crops in Chiloe, by stocking up the roots when first planted. Of all the carrion-feeders it is generally the last which leaves the skeleton of a dead animal, and may often be seen within the ribs of a cow or horse, like a bird in a cage. Another species is the Polyborus Novae Zelandiae, which is exceedingly common in the Falkland Islands. These birds in many respects resemble in their habits the Carranchas. They live on the flesh of dead animals and on marine productions; and on the Ramirez rocks their whole sustenance must depend on the sea. They are extraordinarily tame and fearless, and haunt the neighborhood of houses for offal. If a hunting party kills an animal, a number soon collect and patiently await, standing on the ground on all sides. After eating, their uncovered craws are largely protruded, giving them a disgusting appearance. They readily attack wounded birds: a cormorant in this state having taken to the shore, was immediately seized on by several, and its death hastened by their blows. The Beagle was at the Falklands only during the summer, but the officers of the Adventure, who were there in the winter, mention many extraordinary instances of the boldness and rapacity of these birds. They actually pounced on a dog that was lying fast asleep close by one of the party; and the sportsmen had difficulty in preventing the wounded geese from being seized before their eyes. It is said that several together (in this respect resembling the Carranchas) wait at the mouth of a rabbit-hole, and together seize on the animal when it comes out. They were constantly flying on board the vessel when in the harbour; and it was necessary to keep a good look out to prevent the leather being torn from the rigging, and the meat or game from the stern. These birds are very mischievous and inquisitive; they will pick up almost anything from the ground; a large black glazed hat was carried nearly a mile, as was a pair of the heavy balls used in catching cattle. Mr. Usborne experienced during the survey a more severe loss, in their stealing a small Kater's compass in a red morocco leather case, which was never recovered. These birds are, moreover, quarrelsome and very passionate; tearing up the grass with their bills from rage. They are not truly gregarious; they do not soar, and their flight is heavy and clumsy; on the ground they run extremely fast, very much like pheasants. They are noisy, uttering several harsh cries, one of which is like that of the English rook, hence the sealers always call them rooks. It is a curious circumstance that, when crying out, they throw their heads upwards and backwards, after the same manner as the Carrancha. They build in the rocky cliffs of the sea-coast, but only on the small adjoining islets, and not on the two main islands: this is a singular precaution in so tame and fearless a bird. The sealers say that the flesh of these birds, when cooked, is quite white, and very good eating; but bold must the man be who attempts such a meal.
The Polyborus Chimango is much smaller than the previous species. It is truly omnivorous and will even eat bread; I was told that it significantly damages potato crops in Chiloe by digging up the roots when they're first planted. Of all the scavengers, it is usually the last to leave the skeleton of a dead animal and can often be found inside the ribs of a cow or horse, like a bird in a cage. Another species is the Polyborus Novae Zelandiae, which is extremely common in the Falkland Islands. These birds behave similarly to Carranchas in many ways. They feed on the flesh of dead animals and marine life; on the Ramirez rocks, they likely rely entirely on the sea for food. They are remarkably tame and fearless, often found around houses looking for scraps. If a hunting party kills an animal, several birds quickly gather and wait patiently on the ground all around. After feeding, their exposed crops stick out, making them look rather unattractive. They easily attack injured birds: a wounded cormorant that washed ashore was quickly grabbed by several of them, hastening its death with their strikes. The Beagle only visited the Falklands during the summer, but the officers of the Adventure, who went in the winter, reported many remarkable examples of the boldness and greed of these birds. They even swooped down on a dog that was sleeping nearby one of the team; and the hunters had trouble stopping the injured geese from being snatched right in front of them. It's said that a group of them waits at the entrance of a rabbit hole and collectively seize the animal when it comes out. They frequently flew onto the ship while in the harbor, making it necessary to watch closely to prevent them from tearing the leather from the rigging and stealing meat or game from the back. These birds are very mischievous and curious; they'll pick up just about anything from the ground. A large black shiny hat was carried nearly a mile, as was a pair of heavy balls used for catching cattle. Mr. Usborne faced a more significant loss during the survey when they stole a small Kater's compass in a red leather case, which was never found again. Additionally, these birds are quarrelsome and quite passionate, tearing at the grass with their beaks out of rage. They aren't truly social; they don’t soar, and their flight is heavy and awkward. On the ground, they run very fast, much like pheasants. They are noisy, making several harsh calls, one of which resembles that of the English rook, which is why sealers often call them rooks. Interestingly, when they make their calls, they tilt their heads upward and back, similar to the Carrancha. They nest in the rocky cliffs along the coast, but only on the small nearby islets, not on the main two islands—this is an unusual precaution for such a tame and fearless bird. Sealers say that when cooked, the meat of these birds is quite white and very tasty; however, it takes a bold person to attempt such a meal.
We have now only to mention the turkey-buzzard (Vultur aura), and the Gallinazo. The former is found wherever the country is moderately damp, from Cape Horn to North America. Differently from the Polyborus Brasiliensis and Chimango, it has found its way to the Falkland Islands. The turkey-buzzard is a solitary bird, or at most goes in pairs. It may at once be recognised from a long distance, by its lofty, soaring, and most elegant flight. It is well known to be a true carrion-feeder. On the west coast of Patagonia, among the thickly-wooded islets and broken land, it lives exclusively on what the sea throws up, and on the carcasses of dead seals. Wherever these animals are congregated on the rocks, there the vultures may be seen. The Gallinazo (Cathartes atratus) has a different range from the last species, as it never occurs southward of lat. 41 degs. Azara states that there exists a tradition that these birds, at the time of the conquest, were not found near Monte Video, but that they subsequently followed the inhabitants from more northern districts. At the present day they are numerous in the valley of the Colorado, which is three hundred miles due south of Monte Video. It seems probable that this additional migration has happened since the time of Azara. The Gallinazo generally prefers a humid climate, or rather the neighbourhood of fresh water; hence it is extremely abundant in Brazil and La Plata, while it is never found on the desert and arid plains of Northern Patagonia, excepting near some stream. These birds frequent the whole Pampas to the foot of the Cordillera, but I never saw or heard of one in Chile; in Peru they are preserved as scavengers. These vultures certainly may be called gregarious, for they seem to have pleasure in society, and are not solely brought together by the attraction of a common prey. On a fine day a flock may often be observed at a great height, each bird wheeling round and round without closing its wings, in the most graceful evolutions. This is clearly performed for the mere pleasure of the exercise, or perhaps is connected with their matrimonial alliances.
We only need to mention the turkey buzzard (Vultur aura) and the Gallinazo. The turkey buzzard is found wherever the land is moderately damp, from Cape Horn to North America. Unlike the Polyborus Brasiliensis and Chimango, it has made its way to the Falkland Islands. The turkey buzzard is usually a solitary bird or seen in pairs. It can be recognized from a distance by its high, soaring, and graceful flight. It is well known as a carrion eater. On the west coast of Patagonia, among the densely forested islands and rugged terrain, it lives solely on what the sea brings ashore and the remains of dead seals. Wherever these animals gather on the rocks, vultures can be seen. The Gallinazo (Cathartes atratus) has a different range than the turkey buzzard, as it is never found south of latitude 41 degrees. Azara mentions that there’s a tradition that these birds were not seen near Monte Video at the time of the conquest, but they later followed people migrating from more northern areas. Today, they are numerous in the Colorado Valley, which is three hundred miles directly south of Monte Video. It seems likely that this additional migration has occurred since Azara’s time. The Gallinazo generally prefers a humid climate, or at least areas near fresh water; that's why it is very abundant in Brazil and La Plata, but hardly found in the dry and arid plains of Northern Patagonia, except near some streams. These birds are present throughout the Pampas down to the foothills of the Cordillera, but I have never seen or heard of one in Chile; in Peru, they are protected as scavengers. These vultures are definitely social animals, as they seem to enjoy being around each other, and they don’t come together just for the sake of food. On a nice day, you can often see a flock at a great height, each bird circling gracefully without flapping its wings, performing beautiful maneuvers. This is clearly done for the enjoyment of flying, or perhaps it’s related to their mating rituals.
I have now mentioned all the carrion-feeders, excepting the condor, an account of which will be more appropriately introduced when we visit a country more congenial to its habits than the plains of La Plata.
I have now named all the scavengers, except for the condor, which will be better discussed when we explore a place that suits its habits more than the plains of La Plata.
In a broad band of sand-hillocks which separate the Laguna del Potrero from the shores of the Plata, at the distance of a few miles from Maldonado, I found a group of those vitrified, siliceous tubes, which are formed by lightning entering loose sand. These tubes resemble in every particular those from Drigg in Cumberland, described in the Geological Transactions. 310 The sand-hillocks of Maldonado not being protected by vegetation, are constantly changing their position. From this cause the tubes projected above the surface, and numerous fragments lying near, showed that they had formerly been buried to a greater depth. Four sets entered the sand perpendicularly: by working with my hands I traced one of them two feet deep; and some fragments which evidently had belonged to the same tube, when added to the other part, measured five feet three inches. The diameter of the whole tube was nearly equal, and therefore we must suppose that originally it extended to a much greater depth. These dimensions are however small, compared to those of the tubes from Drigg, one of which was traced to a depth of not less than thirty feet.
In a wide area of sand hills that separate Laguna del Potrero from the shores of the Plata, just a few miles from Maldonado, I found a group of those glassy, siliceous tubes created by lightning striking loose sand. These tubes are exactly like those found in Drigg, Cumberland, as described in the Geological Transactions. 310 The sand hills in Maldonado, lacking vegetation, are constantly shifting. As a result, the tubes stick out from the surface, and several fragments nearby indicate they were once buried deeper. Four sections of the tubes were positioned vertically: using my hands, I traced one of them two feet deep, and some fragments that clearly belonged to the same tube, when combined, measured five feet three inches. The diameter of the entire tube was nearly uniform, so we can assume it originally extended much deeper. However, these dimensions are small compared to those of the tubes from Drigg, one of which was traced to a depth of at least thirty feet.
The internal surface is completely vitrified, glossy, and smooth. A small fragment examined under the microscope appeared, from the number of minute entangled air or perhaps steam bubbles, like an assay fused before the blowpipe. The sand is entirely, or in greater part, siliceous; but some points are of a black colour, and from their glossy surface possess a metallic lustre. The thickness of the wall of the tube varies from a thirtieth to a twentieth of an inch, and occasionally even equals a tenth. On the outside the grains of sand are rounded, and have a slightly glazed appearance: I could not distinguish any signs of crystallization. In a similar manner to that described in the Geological Transactions, the tubes are generally compressed, and have deep longitudinal furrows, so as closely to resemble a shrivelled vegetable stalk, or the bark of the elm or cork tree. Their circumference is about two inches, but in some fragments, which are cylindrical and without any furrows, it is as much as four inches. The compression from the surrounding loose sand, acting while the tube was still softened from the effects of the intense heat, has evidently caused the creases or furrows. Judging from the uncompressed fragments, the measure or bore of the lightning (if such a term may be used) must have been about one inch and a quarter. At Paris, M. Hachette and M. Beudant 311 succeeded in making tubes, in most respects similar to these fulgurites, by passing very strong shocks of galvanism through finely-powdered glass: when salt was added, so as to increase its fusibility, the tubes were larger in every dimension. They failed both with powdered felspar and quartz. One tube, formed with pounded glass, was very nearly an inch long, namely .982, and had an internal diameter of .019 of an inch. When we hear that the strongest battery in Paris was used, and that its power on a substance of such easy fusibility as glass was to form tubes so diminutive, we must feel greatly astonished at the force of a shock of lightning, which, striking the sand in several places, has formed cylinders, in one instance of at least thirty feet long, and having an internal bore, where not compressed, of full an inch and a half; and this in a material so extraordinarily refractory as quartz!
The inner surface is fully vitrified, shiny, and smooth. A small piece examined under the microscope showed, from the numerous tiny trapped air or possibly steam bubbles, that it looked like an assay melted before the blowpipe. The sand is mostly siliceous, but some areas are black and have a shiny, metallic appearance. The thickness of the wall of the tube ranges from a thirtieth to a twentieth of an inch, and sometimes even up to a tenth. On the outside, the sand grains are rounded and have a slightly glossy look: I couldn’t see any signs of crystallization. Similar to what’s described in the Geological Transactions, the tubes are usually compressed and have deep longitudinal grooves, closely resembling a shriveled plant stalk or the bark of an elm or cork tree. Their circumference is about two inches, but in some fragments, which are cylindrical and without grooves, it can be as much as four inches. The compression from the surrounding loose sand acting while the tube was still softened from the intense heat has clearly caused the creases or grooves. Based on the uncompressed fragments, the diameter of the lightning (if that's an appropriate term) must have been roughly one and a quarter inches. In Paris, M. Hachette and M. Beudant 311 managed to create tubes, in most ways similar to these fulgurites, by sending strong electric shocks through finely powdered glass: when salt was added to increase its fusibility, the tubes ended up larger in every dimension. They weren’t successful with powdered feldspar and quartz. One tube made with crushed glass was almost an inch long, measuring 0.982 inches, with an internal diameter of 0.019 inches. Knowing that the strongest battery in Paris was used and that its power on a substance like glass, which melts easily, only managed to create such tiny tubes, it's astonishing to consider the force of a lightning strike, which formed cylinders in several spots, in one case at least thirty feet long, and having an internal diameter, where not compressed, of a full inch and a half; and this in a material as extraordinarily resistant as quartz!
The tubes, as I have already remarked, enter the sand nearly in a vertical direction. One, however, which was less regular than the others, deviated from a right line, at the most considerable bend, to the amount of thirty-three degrees. From this same tube, two small branches, about a foot apart, were sent off; one pointed downwards, and the other upwards. This latter case is remarkable, as the electric fluid must have turned back at the acute angle of 26 degs., to the line of its main course. Besides the four tubes which I found vertical, and traced beneath the surface, there were several other groups of fragments, the original sites of which without doubt were near. All occurred in a level area of shifting sand, sixty yards by twenty, situated among some high sand-hillocks, and at the distance of about half a mile from a chain of hills four or five hundred feet in height. The most remarkable circumstance, as it appears to me, in this case as well as in that of Drigg, and in one described by M. Ribbentrop in Germany, is the number of tubes found within such limited spaces. At Drigg, within an area of fifteen yards, three were observed, and the same number occurred in Germany. In the case which I have described, certainly more than four existed within the space of the sixty by twenty yards. As it does not appear probable that the tubes are produced by successive distinct shocks, we must believe that the lightning, shortly before entering the ground, divides itself into separate branches.
The tubes, as I've already mentioned, enter the sand almost vertically. However, one tube, which was less regular than the others, bent away from a straight line by about thirty-three degrees at its sharpest curve. From this same tube, two small branches extended about a foot apart; one went downward and the other upward. The upward branch is notable because the electric current must have turned back at a sharp angle of 26 degrees to return to its main path. In addition to the four vertical tubes I found and traced beneath the surface, there were several other groups of fragments that likely had their original locations nearby. All of this occurred in a flat area of shifting sand measuring sixty by twenty yards, situated among some tall sand hills, about half a mile from a range of hills that rise four or five hundred feet. The most striking thing, as I see it, in this case, as well as in the Drigg case and one described by M. Ribbentrop in Germany, is the number of tubes found in such small areas. At Drigg, three tubes were observed in an area of fifteen yards, and the same number was found in Germany. In the situation I described, there were certainly more than four tubes within the sixty by twenty yards. Since it doesn’t seem likely that the tubes are formed by consecutive distinct shocks, we have to assume that the lightning splits into separate branches just before it strikes the ground.
The neighbourhood of the Rio Plata seems peculiarly subject to electric phenomena. In the year 1793, 312 one of the most destructive thunderstorms perhaps on record happened at Buenos Ayres: thirty-seven places within the city were struck by lightning, and nineteen people killed. From facts stated in several books of travels, I am inclined to suspect that thunderstorms are very common near the mouths of great rivers. Is it not possible that the mixture of large bodies of fresh and salt water may disturb the electrical equilibrium? Even during our occasional visits to this part of South America, we heard of a ship, two churches, and a house having been struck. Both the church and the house I saw shortly afterwards: the house belonged to Mr. Hood, the consul-general at Monte Video. Some of the effects were curious: the paper, for nearly a foot on each side of the line where the bell-wires had run, was blackened. The metal had been fused, and although the room was about fifteen feet high, the globules, dropping on the chairs and furniture, had drilled in them a chain of minute holes. A part of the wall was shattered, as if by gunpowder, and the fragments had been blown off with force sufficient to dent the wall on the opposite side of the room. The frame of a looking-glass was blackened, and the gilding must have been volatilized, for a smelling-bottle, which stood on the chimney-piece, was coated with bright metallic particles, which adhered as firmly as if they had been enamelled.
The area around the Rio Plata seems particularly prone to electric phenomena. In 1793, one of the most destructive thunderstorms ever recorded struck Buenos Aires: thirty-seven locations in the city were hit by lightning, resulting in nineteen fatalities. From what I've read in several travel books, I suspect that thunderstorms are quite common near the mouths of large rivers. Could the combination of large bodies of fresh and salt water disrupt the electrical balance? Even during our occasional visits to this part of South America, we heard about a ship, two churches, and a house that had been struck. I saw both the church and the house shortly afterward; the house belonged to Mr. Hood, the consul-general in Montevideo. Some of the effects were strange: the paper around the area where the bell-wires had run was blackened, nearly a foot on each side. The metal had melted, and although the room was about fifteen feet high, the droplets falling on the chairs and furniture had created a chain of tiny holes. A section of the wall was shattered, as if it had been hit by gunpowder, and the fragments were blown off with enough force to dent the wall on the opposite side of the room. The frame of a mirror was blackened, and the gold leaf must have been vaporized because a smelling bottle that was on the mantel was covered in shiny metallic particles that clung on as if they were enamel.
CHAPTER IV — RIO NEGRO TO BAHIA BLANCA
Rio Negro—Estancias attacked by the Indians—Salt-Lakes—Flamingoes— R. Negro to R. Colorado—Sacred Tree—Patagonian Hare—Indian Families— General Rosas—Proceed to Bahia Blanca—Sand Dunes—Negro Lieutenant— Bahia Blanca—Saline Incrustations—Punta Alta—Zorillo.
Rio Negro—Estancias targeted by the Indigenous people—Salt Lakes—Flamingos—R. Negro to R. Colorado—Sacred Tree—Patagonian Hare—Indigenous Families—General Rosas—Head to Bahia Blanca—Sand Dunes—Negro Lieutenant—Bahia Blanca—Saline Deposits—Punta Alta—Zorillo.
JULY 24th, 1833.—The Beagle sailed from Maldonado, and on August the 3rd she arrived off the mouth of the Rio Negro. This is the principal river on the whole line of coast between the Strait of Magellan and the Plata. It enters the sea about three hundred miles south of the estuary of the Plata. About fifty years ago, under the old Spanish government, a small colony was established here; and it is still the most southern position (lat. 41 degs.) on this eastern coast of America inhabited by civilized man.
JULY 24th, 1833.—The Beagle set sail from Maldonado, and on August 3rd, it reached the mouth of the Rio Negro. This is the main river along the entire coast between the Strait of Magellan and the Plata. It flows into the sea about three hundred miles south of the Plata estuary. About fifty years ago, during the old Spanish regime, a small colony was founded here; it remains the southernmost point (lat. 41 degs.) on this eastern coast of America settled by civilized people.
The country near the mouth of the river is wretched in the extreme: on the south side a long line of perpendicular cliffs commences, which exposes a section of the geological nature of the country. The strata are of sandstone, and one layer was remarkable from being composed of a firmly-cemented conglomerate of pumice pebbles, which must have travelled more than four hundred miles, from the Andes. The surface is everywhere covered up by a thick bed of gravel, which extends far and wide over the open plain. Water is extremely scarce, and, where found, is almost invariably brackish. The vegetation is scanty; and although there are bushes of many kinds, all are armed with formidable thorns, which seem to warn the stranger not to enter on these inhospitable regions.
The land near the river's mouth is incredibly bleak: on the south side, a long line of steep cliffs starts, revealing a section of the area's geology. The layers are made of sandstone, and one layer stands out because it consists of a tightly packed conglomerate of pumice pebbles that must have traveled over four hundred miles from the Andes. The ground is covered everywhere by a thick layer of gravel that stretches far across the flat land. Water is extremely rare, and when it's found, it's usually salty. The vegetation is sparse; although there are various types of bushes, all of them have sharp thorns that seem to warn visitors to stay away from these unwelcoming areas.
The settlement is situated eighteen miles up the river. The road follows the foot of the sloping cliff, which forms the northern boundary of the great valley, in which the Rio Negro flows. On the way we passed the ruins of some fine "estancias," which a few years since had been destroyed by the Indians. They withstood several attacks. A man present at one gave me a very lively description of what took place. The inhabitants had sufficient notice to drive all the cattle and horses into the "corral" 41 which surrounded the house, and likewise to mount some small cannon. The Indians were Araucanians from the south of Chile; several hundreds in number, and highly disciplined. They first appeared in two bodies on a neighbouring hill; having there dismounted, and taken off their fur mantles, they advanced naked to the charge. The only weapon of an Indian is a very long bamboo or chuzo, ornamented with ostrich feathers, and pointed by a sharp spearhead. My informer seemed to remember with the greatest horror the quivering of these chuzos as they approached near. When close, the cacique Pincheira hailed the besieged to give up their arms, or he would cut all their throats. As this would probably have been the result of their entrance under any circumstances, the answer was given by a volley of musketry. The Indians, with great steadiness, came to the very fence of the corral: but to their surprise they found the posts fastened together by iron nails instead of leather thongs, and, of course, in vain attempted to cut them with their knives. This saved the lives of the Christians: many of the wounded Indians were carried away by their companions, and at last, one of the under caciques being wounded, the bugle sounded a retreat. They retired to their horses, and seemed to hold a council of war. This was an awful pause for the Spaniards, as all their ammunition, with the exception of a few cartridges, was expended. In an instant the Indians mounted their horses, and galloped out of sight. Another attack was still more quickly repulsed. A cool Frenchman managed the gun; he stopped till the Indians approached close, and then raked their line with grape-shot: he thus laid thirty-nine of them on the ground; and, of course, such a blow immediately routed the whole party.
The settlement is located eighteen miles up the river. The road runs along the base of the sloping cliff that marks the northern edge of the vast valley where the Rio Negro flows. On our way, we passed the ruins of some beautiful ranches that had been destroyed by the indigenous people a few years earlier. They resisted several attacks. A man who was present during one of those attacks gave me a vivid account of what happened. The residents had enough warning to drive all their cattle and horses into the pen 41 surrounding the house, and they also set up some small cannons. The attackers were Araucanian Indians from southern Chile; they numbered in the hundreds and were well-trained. They first appeared in two groups on a nearby hill; after dismounting and removing their fur cloaks, they charged forward without any clothing. The only weapon the Indians carried was a very long bamboo spear, known as a chuzo, decorated with ostrich feathers and tipped with a sharp spearhead. The man sharing the story recalled with great fear the sight of those chuzos quivering as they drew closer. When they were near, the chief Pincheira shouted to the defenders to surrender their weapons, threatening to kill them all if they didn’t comply. Given that this would likely have been the outcome regardless, the response was a volley of gunfire. The Indians, remaining calm, approached the corral fence; however, to their surprise, they discovered that the posts were secured with iron nails instead of leather thongs, making their attempts to cut through it with knives futile. This saved the lives of the Spanish defenders. Many wounded Indians were carried away by their fellow warriors, and eventually, when one of the junior chiefs was injured, the bugle sounded for retreat. They fell back to their horses and seemed to deliberate on their next move. This was a terrifying moment for the Spaniards, as they had used up nearly all their ammunition except for a few cartridges. In an instant, the Indians mounted their horses and disappeared from view. A subsequent attack was even more quickly repelled. A calm Frenchman operated the cannon; he waited until the Indians got close before firing grape-shot at their ranks, bringing down thirty-nine of them, which immediately scattered the entire group.
The town is indifferently called El Carmen or Patagones. It is built on the face of a cliff which fronts the river, and many of the houses are excavated even in the sandstone. The river is about two or three hundred yards wide, and is deep and rapid. The many islands, with their willow-trees, and the flat headlands, seen one behind the other on the northern boundary of the broad green valley, form, by the aid of a bright sun, a view almost picturesque. The number of inhabitants does not exceed a few hundreds. These Spanish colonies do not, like our British ones, carry within themselves the elements of growth. Many Indians of pure blood reside here: the tribe of the Cacique Lucanee constantly have their Toldos 42 on the outskirts of the town. The local government partly supplies them with provisions, by giving them all the old worn-out horses, and they earn a little by making horse-rugs and other articles of riding-gear. These Indians are considered civilized; but what their character may have gained by a lesser degree of ferocity, is almost counterbalanced by their entire immorality. Some of the younger men are, however, improving; they are willing to labour, and a short time since a party went on a sealing-voyage, and behaved very well. They were now enjoying the fruits of their labour, by being dressed in very gay, clean clothes, and by being very idle. The taste they showed in their dress was admirable; if you could have turned one of these young Indians into a statue of bronze, his drapery would have been perfectly graceful.
The town is casually referred to as El Carmen or Patagones. It's built on the side of a cliff that overlooks the river, with many houses actually carved into the sandstone. The river is about two or three hundred yards wide and flows deep and fast. Numerous islands with willow trees, along with the flat headlands visible in layers on the northern edge of the expansive green valley, create an almost picturesque scene, especially under bright sunlight. The population is just a few hundred. Unlike our British colonies, these Spanish settlements lack the natural elements for growth. Many pure-blooded Indigenous people live here, and the tribe of Cacique Lucanee frequently sets up their Toldos 42 on the town's outskirts. The local government provides them with some food by giving away old, worn-out horses, and they earn a bit by making horse blankets and other riding gear. These Indigenous people are seen as civilized; however, any reduction in their fierceness is almost balanced out by their complete lack of morality. Some of the younger men are improving, willing to work, and recently a group went on a sealing trip and behaved very well. They are now enjoying the rewards of their labor, wearing bright, clean clothing while being quite idle. Their sense of style in dress is impressive; if you could have turned one of these young Indigenous men into a bronze statue, his attire would have looked perfectly elegant.
One day I rode to a large salt-lake, or Salina, which is distant fifteen miles from the town. During the winter it consists of a shallow lake of brine, which in summer is converted into a field of snow-white salt. The layer near the margin is from four to five inches thick, but towards the centre its thickness increases. This lake was two and a half miles long, and one broad. Others occur in the neighbourhood many times larger, and with a floor of salt, two and three feet in thickness, even when under water during the winter. One of these brilliantly white and level expanses in the midst of the brown and desolate plain, offers an extraordinary spectacle. A large quantity of salt is annually drawn from the salina: and great piles, some hundred tons in weight, were lying ready for exportation. The season for working the salinas forms the harvest of Patagones; for on it the prosperity of the place depends. Nearly the whole population encamps on the bank of the river, and the people are employed in drawing out the salt in bullock-waggons, This salt is crystallized in great cubes, and is remarkably pure: Mr. Trenham Reeks has kindly analyzed some for me, and he finds in it only 0.26 of gypsum and 0.22 of earthy matter. It is a singular fact, that it does not serve so well for preserving meat as sea-salt from the Cape de Verd islands; and a merchant at Buenos Ayres told me that he considered it as fifty per cent. less valuable. Hence the Cape de Verd salt is constantly imported, and is mixed with that from these salinas. The purity of the Patagonian salt, or absence from it of those other saline bodies found in all sea-water, is the only assignable cause for this inferiority: a conclusion which no one, I think, would have suspected, but which is supported by the fact lately ascertained, 43 that those salts answer best for preserving cheese which contain most of the deliquescent chlorides.
One day, I rode to a large salt lake, or Salina, which is fifteen miles from town. In the winter, it’s a shallow lake of brine, but in the summer, it turns into a field of bright white salt. The layer near the edges is about four to five inches thick, but it gets thicker toward the center. This lake is two and a half miles long and one mile wide. There are others nearby that are much larger, with salt beds two to three feet thick, even when submerged in winter. One of these bright white, flat areas amidst the brown and barren landscape is an incredible sight. A large amount of salt is harvested every year from the salina, and there are huge piles—some weighing hundreds of tons—ready for export. The season for working the salinas is the harvest for the Patagones, as it affects the area's prosperity. Nearly the entire population camps along the riverbank, working to haul out the salt using bullock wagons. This salt crystallizes into large cubes and is notably pure: Mr. Trenham Reeks kindly analyzed some for me, finding only 0.26 of gypsum and 0.22 of earthy matter. Interestingly, it doesn’t preserve meat as well as sea salt from the Cape Verde islands, and a merchant in Buenos Aires mentioned that he considered it to be fifty percent less valuable. Because of this, Cape Verde salt is regularly imported and mixed with the local salt. The purity of Patagonian salt, or the absence of other saline compounds found in all seawater, is the only clear reason for this inferiority—a conclusion that I think no one would have expected, but it’s supported by the recent finding, 43 that the salts that work best for preserving cheese are those that contain the most deliquescent chlorides.
The border of this lake is formed of mud: and in this numerous large crystals of gypsum, some of which are three inches long, lie embedded; whilst on the surface others of sulphate of soda lie scattered about. The Gauchos call the former the "Padre del sal," and the latter the "Madre;" they state that these progenitive salts always occur on the borders of the salinas, when the water begins to evaporate. The mud is black, and has a fetid odour. I could not at first imagine the cause of this, but I afterwards perceived that the froth which the wind drifted on shore was coloured green, as if by confervae; I attempted to carry home some of this green matter, but from an accident failed. Parts of the lake seen from a short distance appeared of a reddish colour, and this perhaps was owing to some infusorial animalcula. The mud in many places was thrown up by numbers of some kind of worm, or annelidous animal. How surprising it is that any creatures should be able to exist in brine, and that they should be crawling among crystals of sulphate of soda and lime! And what becomes of these worms when, during the long summer, the surface is hardened into a solid layer of salt? Flamingoes in considerable numbers inhabit this lake, and breed here, throughout Patagonia, in Northern Chile, and at the Galapagos Islands, I met with these birds wherever there were lakes of brine. I saw them here wading about in search of food—probably for the worms which burrow in the mud; and these latter probably feed on infusoria or confervae. Thus we have a little living world within itself adapted to these inland lakes of brine. A minute crustaceous animal (Cancer salinus) is said 44 to live in countless numbers in the brine-pans at Lymington: but only in those in which the fluid has attained, from evaporation, considerable strength—namely, about a quarter of a pound of salt to a pint of water. Well may we affirm that every part of the world is habitable! Whether lakes of brine, or those subterranean ones hidden beneath volcanic mountains—warm mineral springs—the wide expanse and depths of the ocean—the upper regions of the atmosphere, and even the surface of perpetual snow—all support organic beings.
The edge of this lake is made up of mud, where many large crystals of gypsum can be found, some measuring up to three inches long. On the surface, there are also scattered bits of sodium sulfate. The Gauchos refer to the former as the "Padre del sal" and the latter as the "Madre." They say these parent salts always appear at the edges of the salt flats when the water starts to evaporate. The mud is black and smells awful. I couldn’t initially figure out why, but later I noticed that the foam blown ashore was green, likely colored by algae. I tried to take some of this green material home, but an accident prevented me from doing so. Parts of the lake looked reddish from a distance, presumably due to some microscopic creatures. The mud in many areas was disturbed by numerous types of worms or annelids. It’s surprising that any creatures can survive in brine and crawl around among crystals of sodium sulfate and lime! What happens to these worms when the surface hardens into a solid layer of salt during the long summer? Many flamingos live and breed in this lake throughout Patagonia, Northern Chile, and at the Galapagos Islands. I encountered these birds wherever there were salt lakes. I watched them wading around in search of food—most likely for the worms burrowing in the mud; and those worms probably feed on infusoria or algae. So, we have a little living ecosystem suited to these inland salt lakes. A tiny crustacean (Cancer salinus) is said 44 to exist in large numbers in the salt pans at Lymington, but only in those where the solution has strong salinity—about a quarter pound of salt to a pint of water, due to evaporation. We can certainly say that every part of the world is livable! Whether it’s salt lakes, subterranean lakes hidden beneath volcanic mountains, warm mineral springs, the vast ocean, the high atmosphere, or even the surface of perpetual snow—all these environments support living organisms.
To the northward of the Rio Negro, between it and the inhabited country near Buenos Ayres, the Spaniards have only one small settlement, recently established at Bahia Blanca. The distance in a straight line to Buenos Ayres is very nearly five hundred British miles. The wandering tribes of horse Indians, which have always occupied the greater part of this country, having of late much harassed the outlying estancias, the government at Buenos Ayres equipped some time since an army under the command of General Rosas for the purpose of exterminating them. The troops were now encamped on the banks of the Colorado; a river lying about eighty miles northward of the Rio Negro. When General Rosas left Buenos Ayres he struck in a direct line across the unexplored plains: and as the country was thus pretty well cleared of Indians, he left behind him, at wide intervals, a small party of soldiers with a troop of horses (a posta), so as to be enabled to keep up a communication with the capital. As the Beagle intended to call at Bahia Blanca, I determined to proceed there by land; and ultimately I extended my plan to travel the whole way by the postas to Buenos Ayres.
To the north of the Rio Negro, between it and the populated areas near Buenos Aires, the Spaniards have only one small settlement, which was recently established at Bahia Blanca. The straight-line distance to Buenos Aires is almost five hundred British miles. The nomadic tribes of horse Indians, who have always occupied most of this region, have recently been troubling the outlying ranches, prompting the government in Buenos Aires to send an army led by General Rosas with the goal of getting rid of them. The troops were set up camp along the Colorado River, which is about eighty miles north of the Rio Negro. When General Rosas left Buenos Aires, he traveled directly across the uncharted plains; and since the area was largely cleared of Indians, he left a small group of soldiers with a herd of horses (a posta) at regular intervals behind him to maintain communication with the capital. Since the Beagle planned to stop at Bahia Blanca, I decided to go there overland; and in the end, I expanded my plan to travel the entire distance by the postas to Buenos Aires.
August 11th.—Mr. Harris, an Englishman residing at Patagones, a guide, and five Gauchos who were proceeding to the army on business, were my companions on the journey. The Colorado, as I have already said, is nearly eighty miles distant: and as we travelled slowly, we were two days and a half on the road. The whole line of country deserves scarcely a better name than that of a desert. Water is found only in two small wells; it is called fresh; but even at this time of the year, during the rainy season, it was quite brackish. In the summer this must be a distressing passage; for now it was sufficiently desolate. The valley of the Rio Negro, broad as it is, has merely been excavated out of the sandstone plain; for immediately above the bank on which the town stands, a level country commences, which is interrupted only by a few trifling valleys and depressions. Everywhere the landscape wears the same sterile aspect; a dry gravelly soil supports tufts of brown withered grass, and low scattered bushes, armed with thorns.
August 11th.—Mr. Harris, an Englishman living in Patagones, a guide, and five Gauchos who were heading to the army for business, were my companions on this journey. The Colorado, as I've mentioned before, is nearly eighty miles away, and since we traveled slowly, it took us two and a half days to get there. The entire area hardly deserves a better name than desert. Water is found only in two small wells; they call it fresh, but even during the rainy season, it's quite brackish. In summer, this must be a difficult route; it was already quite desolate now. The valley of the Rio Negro, as wide as it is, has simply been carved out of the sandstone plain; right beyond the bank where the town sits, a flat landscape begins, only broken by a few small valleys and dips. Everywhere, the scenery has the same barren look; a dry, gravelly soil holds patches of brown, dried grass, and low, spiny bushes.
Shortly after passing the first spring we came in sight of a famous tree, which the Indians reverence as the altar of Walleechu. It is situated on a high part of the plain; and hence is a landmark visible at a great distance. As soon as a tribe of Indians come in sight of it, they offer their adorations by loud shouts. The tree itself is low, much branched, and thorny: just above the root it has a diameter of about three feet. It stands by itself without any neighbour, and was indeed the first tree we saw; afterwards we met with a few others of the same kind, but they were far from common. Being winter the tree had no leaves, but in their place numberless threads, by which the various offerings, such as cigars, bread, meat, pieces of cloth, etc., had been suspended. Poor Indians, not having anything better, only pull a thread out of their ponchos, and fasten it to the tree. Richer Indians are accustomed to pour spirits and mate into a certain hole, and likewise to smoke upwards, thinking thus to afford all possible gratification to Walleechu. To complete the scene, the tree was surrounded by the bleached bones of horses which had been slaughtered as sacrifices. All Indians of every age and sex make their offerings; they then think that their horses will not tire, and that they themselves shall be prosperous. The Gaucho who told me this, said that in the time of peace he had witnessed this scene, and that he and others used to wait till the Indians had passed by, for the sake of stealing from Walleechu the offerings.
Shortly after passing the first spring, we spotted a famous tree that the Indians regard as the altar of Walleechu. It’s located on a high part of the plain, making it a landmark visible from a long distance. As soon as a tribe of Indians sees it, they express their devotion with loud shouts. The tree itself is short, highly branched, and thorny; just above the roots, it has a diameter of about three feet. It stands alone with no neighbors and was actually the first tree we encountered; later, we came across a few others of the same type, but they were quite rare. Since it was winter, the tree had no leaves, but instead was covered with numerous threads from which various offerings, like cigars, bread, meat, and pieces of cloth, were hanging. The poorer Indians, not having anything better, just pull a thread from their ponchos and tie it to the tree. Wealthier Indians typically pour spirits and mate into a specific hole and smoke upwards, believing this pleases Walleechu. To complete the scene, the tree was surrounded by the bleached bones of horses that had been sacrificed. All Indians, regardless of age or gender, make their offerings; they believe this ensures their horses won’t tire and that they'll have good fortune. The Gaucho who shared this with me mentioned that during peaceful times, he had witnessed this scene and that he and others would wait for the Indians to pass by to steal the offerings from Walleechu.
The Gauchos think that the Indians consider the tree as the god itself, but it seems far more probable that they regard it as the altar. The only cause which I can imagine for this choice, is its being a landmark in a dangerous passage. The Sierra de la Ventana is visible at an immense distance; and a Gaucho told me that he was once riding with an Indian a few miles to the north of the Rio Colorado when the Indian commenced making the same loud noise which is usual at the first sight of the distant tree, putting his hand to his head, and then pointing in the direction of the Sierra. Upon being asked the reason of this, the Indian said in broken Spanish, "First see the Sierra." About two leagues beyond this curious tree we halted for the night: at this instant an unfortunate cow was spied by the lynx-eyed Gauchos, who set off in full chase, and in a few minutes dragged her in with their lazos, and slaughtered her. We here had the four necessaries of life "en el campo,"—pasture for the horses, water (only a muddy puddle), meat and firewood. The Gauchos were in high spirits at finding all these luxuries; and we soon set to work at the poor cow. This was the first night which I passed under the open sky, with the gear of the recado for my bed. There is high enjoyment in the independence of the Gaucho life—to be able at any moment to pull up your horse, and say, "Here we will pass the night." The death-like stillness of the plain, the dogs keeping watch, the gipsy-group of Gauchos making their beds round the fire, have left in my mind a strongly-marked picture of this first night, which will never be forgotten.
The Gauchos believe that the Indians see the tree as a god, but it seems more likely they view it as an altar. The only reason I can think of for this choice is that it serves as a landmark in a dangerous area. The Sierra de la Ventana can be seen from a great distance; a Gaucho once told me that when he was riding with an Indian a few miles north of the Rio Colorado, the Indian started making the loud noise usually made when first spotting the distant tree, putting his hand to his head and then pointing toward the Sierra. When asked why he did this, the Indian replied in broken Spanish, "First see the Sierra." About two leagues beyond this curious tree, we stopped for the night: at that moment, a sharp-eyed Gaucho spotted an unfortunate cow, and they took off in pursuit, quickly lassoing and slaughtering her. We had the four essentials of life "en el campo": pasture for the horses, water (just a muddy puddle), meat, and firewood. The Gauchos were in high spirits finding all these luxuries, and we soon got to work on the poor cow. This was the first night I spent under the open sky, using the recado gear as my bed. There’s a great joy in the freedom of Gaucho life—to be able to stop your horse at any moment and say, "We'll stay here for the night." The eerie stillness of the plain, the dogs keeping watch, and the group of Gauchos setting up their beds around the fire have created a vivid memory of this first night, one I will never forget.
The next day the country continued similar to that above described. It is inhabited by few birds or animals of any kind. Occasionally a deer, or a Guanaco (wild Llama) may be seen; but the Agouti (Cavia Patagonica) is the commonest quadruped. This animal here represents our hares. It differs, however, from that genus in many essential respects; for instance, it has only three toes behind. It is also nearly twice the size, weighing from twenty to twenty-five pounds. The Agouti is a true friend of the desert; it is a common feature of the landscape to see two or three hopping quickly one after the other in a straight line across these wild plains. They are found as far north as the Sierra Tapalguen (lat. 37 degs. 30'), where the plain rather suddenly becomes greener and more humid; and their southern limit is between Port Desire and St. Julian, where there is no change in the nature of the country. It is a singular fact, that although the Agouti is not now found as far south as Port St. Julian, yet that Captain Wood, in his voyage in 1670, talks of them as being numerous there. What cause can have altered, in a wide, uninhabited, and rarely-visited country, the range of an animal like this? It appears also, from the number shot by Captain Wood in one day at Port Desire, that they must have been considerably more abundant there formerly than at present. Where the Bizcacha lives and makes its burrows, the Agouti uses them; but where, as at Bahia Blanca, the Bizcacha is not found, the Agouti burrows for itself. The same thing occurs with the little owl of the Pampas (Athene cunicularia), which has so often been described as standing like a sentinel at the mouth of the burrows; for in Banda Oriental, owing to the absence of the Bizcacha, it is obliged to hollow out its own habitation.
The next day, the landscape was much like what had been described before. It’s inhabited by very few birds or animals. Occasionally, you might spot a deer or a Guanaco (wild llama), but the Agouti (Cavia Patagonica) is the most common four-legged animal. This creature is similar to our hares but differs in several key ways; for example, it has only three toes on its back feet. It’s also nearly double the size, weighing between twenty and twenty-five pounds. The Agouti is a true desert dweller; it’s common to see two or three of them quickly hopping in a straight line across these wild plains. They can be found as far north as the Sierra Tapalguen (lat. 37 degs. 30'), where the plains suddenly become greener and more humid; their southern limit lies between Port Desire and St. Julian, where the landscape doesn’t change. It’s notable that while the Agouti isn’t currently found as far south as Port St. Julian, Captain Wood mentioned seeing them in large numbers there during his voyage in 1670. What could have caused the range of such an animal to change in a vast, uninhabited, and infrequently visited area? From the number of Agoutis Captain Wood shot in one day at Port Desire, it seems they were once much more abundant there than they are now. Where the Bizcacha lives and makes its burrows, the Agouti uses those burrows; but in places like Bahia Blanca, where the Bizcacha isn’t found, the Agouti digs its own burrows. The same is true for the little owl of the Pampas (Athene cunicularia), which has often been described as standing sentinel at the entrances of burrows; in Banda Oriental, due to the lack of the Bizcacha, it has to dig its own home.
The next morning, as we approached the Rio Colorado, the appearance of the country changed; we soon came on a plain covered with turf, which, from its flowers, tall clover, and little owls, resembled the Pampas. We passed also a muddy swamp of considerable extent, which in summer dries, and becomes incrusted with various salts; and hence is called a salitral. It was covered by low succulent plants, of the same kind with those growing on the sea-shore. The Colorado, at the pass where we crossed it, is only about sixty yards wide; generally it must be nearly double that width. Its course is very tortuous, being marked by willow-trees and beds of reeds: in a direct line the distance to the mouth of the river is said to be nine leagues, but by water twenty-five. We were delayed crossing in the canoe by some immense troops of mares, which were swimming the river in order to follow a division of troops into the interior. A more ludicrous spectacle I never beheld than the hundreds and hundreds of heads, all directed one way, with pointed ears and distended snorting nostrils, appearing just above the water like a great shoal of some amphibious animal. Mare's flesh is the only food which the soldiers have when on an expedition. This gives them a great facility of movement; for the distance to which horses can be driven over these plains is quite surprising: I have been assured that an unloaded horse can travel a hundred miles a day for many days successively.
The next morning, as we approached the Rio Colorado, the landscape changed. We soon came across a grassy plain that, with its flowers, tall clover, and little owls, looked like the Pampas. We also passed a large muddy swamp that dries up in the summer, becoming crusted with various salts, which is why it’s called a salitral. It was covered with low succulent plants similar to those found along the coast. The Colorado, at the point where we crossed it, is only about sixty yards wide, but generally, it’s nearly twice that width. Its path is very winding, marked by willow trees and reed beds: in a straight line, the distance to the mouth of the river is said to be nine leagues, but by water, it’s twenty-five. We were held up crossing in the canoe by huge groups of mares swimming across the river to follow a division of troops into the interior. I had never seen a funnier sight than the hundreds of heads all facing one way, with pointed ears and flared nostrils, showing just above the water like a massive school of some amphibious creature. Mare's meat is the only food the soldiers have while on an expedition. This allows them to move easily; the distance horses can travel across these plains is quite surprising: I've been told that an unloaded horse can cover a hundred miles a day for many days in a row.
The encampment of General Rosas was close to the river. It consisted of a square formed by waggons, artillery, straw huts, etc. The soldiers were nearly all cavalry; and I should think such a villainous, banditti-like army was never before collected together. The greater number of men were of a mixed breed, between Negro, Indian, and Spaniard. I know not the reason, but men of such origin seldom have a good expression of countenance. I called on the Secretary to show my passport. He began to cross-question me in the most dignified and mysterious manner. By good luck I had a letter of recommendation from the government of Buenos Ayres 45 to the commandant of Patagones. This was taken to General Rosas, who sent me a very obliging message; and the Secretary returned all smiles and graciousness. We took up our residence in the rancho, or hovel, of a curious old Spaniard, who had served with Napoleon in the expedition against Russia.
The camp of General Rosas was near the river. It was a square formed by wagons, artillery, straw huts, and so on. Most of the soldiers were cavalry, and I doubt such a ruthless, gang-like army has ever been gathered before. The majority of the men were of mixed descent, a blend of Black, Indigenous, and Spanish. I don't know why, but people of such heritage often don’t have a pleasant expression. I went to the Secretary to show my passport. He started asking me questions in the most serious and secretive way. Luckily, I had a letter of recommendation from the government of Buenos Ayres 45 for the commandant of Patagones. This was taken to General Rosas, who sent me a very kind message, and the Secretary returned all smiles and friendliness. We settled into the rancho, or hut, of a fascinating old Spaniard who had fought with Napoleon in the expedition against Russia.
We stayed two days at the Colorado; I had little to do, for the surrounding country was a swamp, which in summer (December), when the snow melts on the Cordillera, is over-flowed by the river. My chief amusement was watching the Indian families as they came to buy little articles at the rancho where we stayed. It was supposed that General Rosas had about six hundred Indian allies. The men were a tall, fine race, yet it was afterwards easy to see in the Fuegian savage the same countenance rendered hideous by cold, want of food, and less civilization. Some authors, in defining the primary races of mankind, have separated these Indians into two classes; but this is certainly incorrect. Among the young women or chinas, some deserve to be called even beautiful. Their hair was coarse, but bright and black; and they wore it in two plaits hanging down to the waist. They had a high colour, and eyes that glistened with brilliancy; their legs, feet, and arms were small and elegantly formed; their ankles, and sometimes their wrists, were ornamented by broad bracelets of blue beads. Nothing could be more interesting than some of the family groups. A mother with one or two daughters would often come to our rancho, mounted on the same horse. They ride like men, but with their knees tucked up much higher. This habit, perhaps, arises from their being accustomed, when travelling, to ride the loaded horses. The duty of the women is to load and unload the horses; to make the tents for the night; in short to be, like the wives of all savages, useful slaves. The men fight, hunt, take care of the horses, and make the riding gear. One of their chief indoor occupations is to knock two stones together till they become round, in order to make the bolas. With this important weapon the Indian catches his game, and also his horse, which roams free over the plain. In fighting, his first attempt is to throw down the horse of his adversary with the bolas, and when entangled by the fall to kill him with the chuzo. If the balls only catch the neck or body of an animal, they are often carried away and lost. As the making the stones round is the labour of two days, the manufacture of the balls is a very common employment. Several of the men and women had their faces painted red, but I never saw the horizontal bands which are so common among the Fuegians. Their chief pride consists in having everything made of silver; I have seen a cacique with his spurs, stirrups, handle of his knife, and bridle made of this metal: the head-stall and reins being of wire, were not thicker than whipcord; and to see a fiery steed wheeling about under the command of so light a chain, gave to the horsemanship a remarkable character of elegance.
We spent two days at the Colorado; I had little to do since the surrounding area was a swamp, which in summer (December), when the snow melts on the mountains, gets flooded by the river. My main entertainment was watching the Indian families come to buy small items at the ranch where we were staying. It was believed that General Rosas had around six hundred Indian allies. The men were tall and impressive, but later it was easy to see the same features in the Fuegian savages, twisted by cold, hunger, and less civilization. Some authors, in categorizing the primary races of humanity, have split these Indians into two classes; but that’s definitely incorrect. Among the young women, or chinas, some could even be considered beautiful. Their hair was coarse but bright and black; they wore it in two braids that hung down to their waists. They had a lively complexion and eyes that shone with brightness; their legs, feet, and arms were small and elegantly shaped; their ankles, and sometimes their wrists, were adorned with wide bracelets of blue beads. Nothing was more fascinating than some of the family groups. A mother with one or two daughters would often come to our ranch, all riding on the same horse. They ride like men, but with their knees tucked up much higher. This habit might come from their having to ride loaded horses when traveling. Women's duties involve loading and unloading the horses, setting up tents for the night; in short, being useful slaves, like the wives of many indigenous groups. The men fight, hunt, take care of the horses, and make the riding gear. One of their main indoor tasks is knocking two stones together until they become round to make the bolas. With this essential weapon, the Indian catches his game, and also his horse, which roams freely across the plains. In battle, his first move is to use the bolas to take down his opponent's horse, and when it’s entangled from the fall, he kills it with the chuzo. If the balls only catch an animal's neck or body, they often get lost. As rounding the stones takes two days, making the balls is a very common task. Several of the men and women had their faces painted red, but I never saw the horizontal stripes that are so typical of the Fuegians. Their main pride lies in having everything made of silver; I saw a cacique with spurs, stirrups, the handle of his knife, and bridle made from this metal: the headstall and reins being as thin as whipcord, and to see a spirited horse moving under such a lightweight control gave the horsemanship a striking elegance.
General Rosas intimated a wish to see me; a circumstance which I was afterwards very glad of. He is a man of an extraordinary character, and has a most predominant influence in the country, which it seems he will use to its prosperity and advancement. 46 He is said to be the owner of seventy-four square leagues of land, and to have about three hundred thousand head of cattle. His estates are admirably managed, and are far more productive of corn than those of others. He first gained his celebrity by his laws for his own estancias, and by disciplining several hundred men, so as to resist with success the attacks of the Indians. There are many stories current about the rigid manner in which his laws were enforced. One of these was, that no man, on penalty of being put into the stocks, should carry his knife on a Sunday: this being the principal day for gambling and drinking, many quarrels arose, which from the general manner of fighting with the knife often proved fatal. One Sunday the Governor came in great form to pay the estancia a visit, and General Rosas, in his hurry, walked out to receive him with his knife, as usual, stuck in his belt. The steward touched his arm, and reminded him of the law; upon which turning to the Governor, he said he was extremely sorry, but that he must go into the stocks, and that till let out, he possessed no power even in his own house. After a little time the steward was persuaded to open the stocks, and to let him out, but no sooner was this done, than he turned to the steward and said, "You now have broken the laws, so you must take my place in the stocks." Such actions as these delighted the Gauchos, who all possess high notions of their own equality and dignity.
General Rosas expressed a desire to see me, a situation I was glad to encounter later. He is a man of extraordinary character and holds significant influence in the country, which he appears to wield for its prosperity and growth. 46 He is said to own seventy-four square leagues of land and have about three hundred thousand cattle. His estates are well-managed and yield much more corn than others. He first gained fame through his laws for his own estates and by training several hundred men to successfully defend against Indian attacks. There are many stories about how strictly he enforced his laws. One such law was that no one, under the threat of being placed in the stocks, could carry a knife on Sundays, as that day was the primary time for gambling and drinking, leading to many quarrels, which often turned deadly due to knife fights. One Sunday, the Governor came formally to visit the estancia, and in his haste, General Rosas walked out to greet him with his knife, as usual, attached to his belt. The steward touched his arm and reminded him of the law; turning to the Governor, he expressed his regret but stated that he had to go into the stocks, and until he was released, he held no power even in his own home. After a short while, the steward was convinced to let him out of the stocks, but as soon as he was free, he turned to the steward and said, "You’ve now broken the law, so you have to take my place in the stocks." Actions like these delighted the Gauchos, who all have a strong sense of their own equality and dignity.
General Rosas is also a perfect horseman—an accomplishment of no small consequence In a country where an assembled army elected its general by the following trial: A troop of unbroken horses being driven into a corral, were let out through a gateway, above which was a cross-bar: it was agreed whoever should drop from the bar on one of these wild animals, as it rushed out, and should be able, without saddle or bridle, not only to ride it, but also to bring it back to the door of the corral, should be their general. The person who succeeded was accordingly elected; and doubtless made a fit general for such an army. This extraordinary feat has also been performed by Rosas.
General Rosas is also an exceptional horseman—an important skill in a country where an army chose its general through a unique trial: a group of untamed horses was herded into a corral and let out through a gate with a cross-bar above it. It was agreed that whoever could drop from the bar onto one of these wild horses as it bolted out, and then ride it back to the corral's door without a saddle or bridle, would be their general. The person who managed to do this was elected, and it’s clear he was well-suited to lead such an army. Rosas has also accomplished this remarkable feat.
By these means, and by conforming to the dress and habits of the Gauchos, he has obtained an unbounded popularity in the country, and in consequence a despotic power. I was assured by an English merchant, that a man who had murdered another, when arrested and questioned concerning his motive, answered, "He spoke disrespectfully of General Rosas, so I killed him." At the end of a week the murderer was at liberty. This doubtless was the act of the general's party, and not of the general himself.
By doing this and by dressing and acting like the Gauchos, he gained immense popularity in the country, and as a result, a kind of authoritarian power. An English merchant told me about a man who killed another person; when he was arrested and asked why, he replied, "He disrespected General Rosas, so I killed him." A week later, the murderer was set free. This was surely the decision of the general's supporters, not the general himself.
In conversation he is enthusiastic, sensible, and very grave. His gravity is carried to a high pitch: I heard one of his mad buffoons (for he keeps two, like the barons of old) relate the following anecdote. "I wanted very much to hear a certain piece of music, so I went to the general two or three times to ask him; he said to me, 'Go about your business, for I am engaged.' I went a second time; he said, 'If you come again I will punish you.' A third time I asked, and he laughed. I rushed out of the tent, but it was too late—he ordered two soldiers to catch and stake me. I begged by all the saints in heaven he would let me off; but it would not do,—when the general laughs he spares neither mad man nor sound." The poor flighty gentleman looked quite dolorous, at the very recollection of the staking. This is a very severe punishment; four posts are driven into the ground, and the man is extended by his arms and legs horizontally, and there left to stretch for several hours. The idea is evidently taken from the usual method of drying hides. My interview passed away, without a smile, and I obtained a passport and order for the government post-horses, and this he gave me in the most obliging and ready manner.
In conversation, he is enthusiastic, sensible, and very serious. His seriousness is taken to an extreme: I heard one of his crazy jokesters (because he keeps two, like the old barons) tell the following story. "I really wanted to hear a specific piece of music, so I went to the general a couple of times to ask him; he told me, 'Get lost, I'm busy.' I asked again, and he said, 'If you come back, I’ll punish you.' The third time I asked, he laughed. I rushed out of the tent, but it was too late—he ordered two soldiers to catch and stake me. I pleaded by all the saints in heaven for him to let me go; but it didn’t work—when the general laughs, he shows no mercy to either a madman or a sane person." The poor, flighty man looked quite sad just remembering the staking. This is a very harsh punishment; four posts are driven into the ground, and the person is stretched by their arms and legs horizontally, left there for several hours. This idea clearly comes from the usual way of drying hides. My meeting went by without a smile, and I got a passport and order for the government post horses, which he gave me in the most helpful and prompt manner.
In the morning we started for Bahia Blanca, which we reached in two days. Leaving the regular encampment, we passed by the toldos of the Indians. These are round like ovens, and covered with hides; by the mouth of each, a tapering chuzo was stuck in the ground. The toldos were divided into separate groups, which belong to the different caciques' tribes, and the groups were again divided into smaller ones, according to the relationship of the owners. For several miles we travelled along the valley of the Colorado. The alluvial plains on the side appeared fertile, and it is supposed that they are well adapted to the growth of corn. Turning northward from the river, we soon entered on a country, differing from the plains south of the river. The land still continued dry and sterile: but it supported many different kinds of plants, and the grass, though brown and withered, was more abundant, as the thorny bushes were less so. These latter in a short space entirely disappeared, and the plains were left without a thicket to cover their nakedness. This change in the vegetation marks the commencement of the grand calcareo argillaceous deposit, which forms the wide extent of the Pampas, and covers the granitic rocks of Banda Oriental. From the Strait of Magellan to the Colorado, a distance of about eight hundred miles, the face of the country is everywhere composed of shingle: the pebbles are chiefly of porphyry, and probably owe their origin to the rocks of the Cordillera. North of the Colorado this bed thins out, and the pebbles become exceedingly small, and here the characteristic vegetation of Patagonia ceases.
In the morning, we set off for Bahia Blanca, which we reached in two days. Leaving the regular campsite, we passed by the huts of the Indigenous people. These are round like ovens and covered with hides; at the entrance of each, a sharp spear was stuck in the ground. The huts were organized into separate groups, belonging to different tribal leaders, and those groups were further divided into smaller ones based on the owners' relationships. For several miles, we traveled along the valley of the Colorado. The alluvial plains beside it looked fertile, and it is thought that they are well-suited for growing corn. When we turned north from the river, we quickly entered a different type of land than the plains south of the river. The land remained dry and barren, but it supported many different types of plants, and the grass, although brown and dry, was more plentiful, with fewer thorny bushes. These thorny bushes soon completely disappeared, leaving the plains bare. This change in vegetation indicates the beginning of the vast calcareous and clay deposit that makes up the extensive Pampas, which covers the granitic rocks of Banda Oriental. From the Strait of Magellan to the Colorado, a distance of about eight hundred miles, the landscape is consistently made up of gravel: the pebbles are mostly porphyry and likely originate from the rocks of the Cordillera. North of the Colorado, this gravel layer thins out, and the pebbles become very small, marking the end of Patagonia's characteristic vegetation.
Having ridden about twenty-five miles, we came to a broad belt of sand-dunes, which stretches, as far as the eye can reach, to the east and west. The sand-hillocks resting on the clay, allow small pools of water to collect, and thus afford in this dry country an invaluable supply of fresh water. The great advantage arising from depressions and elevations of the soil, is not often brought home to the mind. The two miserable springs in the long passage between the Rio Negro and Colorado were caused by trifling inequalities in the plain, without them not a drop of water would have been found. The belt of sand-dunes is about eight miles wide; at some former period, it probably formed the margin of a grand estuary, where the Colorado now flows. In this district, where absolute proofs of the recent elevation of the land occur, such speculations can hardly be neglected by any one, although merely considering the physical geography of the country. Having crossed the sandy tract, we arrived in the evening at one of the post-houses; and, as the fresh horses were grazing at a distance we determined to pass the night there.
After riding about twenty-five miles, we reached a wide area of sand dunes that stretched as far as we could see to the east and west. The sand mounds resting on the clay allow small pools of water to collect, providing a crucial supply of fresh water in this dry region. The benefits of the land's depressions and elevations often go unnoticed. The two sparse springs along the long route between the Rio Negro and Colorado were created by slight variations in the plain; without them, we wouldn't have found a drop of water. The sand dune area is about eight miles wide; at some point in the past, it likely marked the edge of a large estuary where the Colorado River now flows. In this area, where clear evidence of recent land elevation exists, these thoughts can hardly be ignored, especially when considering the physical geography of the region. After crossing the sandy area, we arrived in the evening at one of the post houses, and since the fresh horses were grazing in the distance, we decided to spend the night there.
The house was situated at the base of a ridge between one and two hundred feet high—a most remarkable feature in this country. This posta was commanded by a negro lieutenant, born in Africa: to his credit be it said, there was not a ranche between the Colorado and Buenos Ayres in nearly such neat order as his. He had a little room for strangers, and a small corral for the horses, all made of sticks and reeds; he had also dug a ditch round his house as a defence in case of being attacked. This would, however, have been of little avail, if the Indians had come; but his chief comfort seemed to rest in the thought of selling his life dearly. A short time before, a body of Indians had travelled past in the night; if they had been aware of the posta, our black friend and his four soldiers would assuredly have been slaughtered. I did not anywhere meet a more civil and obliging man than this negro; it was therefore the more painful to see that he would not sit down and eat with us.
The house was located at the base of a ridge that's between one and two hundred feet high—a pretty remarkable feature in this area. This post was led by a black lieutenant, who was born in Africa; to his credit, there wasn't a ranch between Colorado and Buenos Aires that was as tidy as his. He had a small room for visitors and a little corral for the horses, all made from sticks and reeds; he also dug a ditch around his house for protection in case of an attack. This, however, would have been of little use if the Indians had come; but his main comfort seemed to be the idea of selling his life dearly. Not long ago, a group of Indians had passed by during the night; if they had known about the post, our black friend and his four soldiers would definitely have been killed. I didn’t meet a more polite and helpful man than this black lieutenant; it was therefore even more disappointing to see that he wouldn’t sit down and eat with us.
In the morning we sent for the horses very early, and started for another exhilarating gallop. We passed the Cabeza del Buey, an old name given to the head of a large marsh, which extends from Bahia Blanca. Here we changed horses, and passed through some leagues of swamps and saline marshes. Changing horses for the last time, we again began wading through the mud. My animal fell and I was well soused in black mire—a very disagreeable accident when one does not possess a change of clothes. Some miles from the fort we met a man, who told us that a great gun had been fired, which is a signal that Indians are near. We immediately left the road, and followed the edge of a marsh, which when chased offers the best mode of escape. We were glad to arrive within the walls, when we found all the alarm was about nothing, for the Indians turned out to be friendly ones, who wished to join General Rosas.
In the morning, we called for the horses early on and set off for another thrilling ride. We passed the Cabeza del Buey, an old name for the head of a large marsh that stretches from Bahia Blanca. Here, we switched horses and went through several leagues of swamps and saline marshes. After changing horses one last time, we started trudging through the mud again. My horse fell, and I got completely soaked in black muck—a really unpleasant situation when you don’t have a change of clothes. A few miles from the fort, we encountered a man who told us that a cannon had been fired, which was a signal that Indians were nearby. We quickly left the road and followed the edge of a marsh, which is the best way to escape when being chased. We were relieved to finally reach the fort, only to discover that all the fuss was over nothing, as the Indians turned out to be friendly and wanted to join General Rosas.
Bahia Blanca scarcely deserves the name of a village. A few houses and the barracks for the troops are enclosed by a deep ditch and fortified wall. The settlement is only of recent standing (since 1828); and its growth has been one of trouble. The government of Buenos Ayres unjustly occupied it by force, instead of following the wise example of the Spanish Viceroys, who purchased the land near the older settlement of the Rio Negro, from the Indians. Hence the need of the fortifications; hence the few houses and little cultivated land without the limits of the walls; even the cattle are not safe from the attacks of the Indians beyond the boundaries of the plain, on which the fortress stands.
Bahia Blanca hardly qualifies as a village. A few houses and the barracks for the troops are surrounded by a deep ditch and a fortified wall. The settlement is relatively new (established in 1828), and its development has faced challenges. The government of Buenos Aires wrongfully took control of it by force, instead of following the wise example of the Spanish Viceroys, who bought land near the older settlement of the Rio Negro from the Indigenous people. This is why fortifications are necessary; this is why there are only a few houses and little cultivated land outside the walls; even the cattle are not safe from attacks by Indigenous people beyond the borders of the plain on which the fortress is located.
The part of the harbour where the Beagle intended to anchor being distant twenty-five miles, I obtained from the Commandant a guide and horses, to take me to see whether she had arrived. Leaving the plain of green turf, which extended along the course of a little brook, we soon entered on a wide level waste consisting either of sand, saline marshes, or bare mud. Some parts were clothed by low thickets, and others with those succulent plants, which luxuriate only where salt abounds. Bad as the country was, ostriches, deer, agoutis, and armadilloes, were abundant. My guide told me, that two months before he had a most narrow escape of his life: he was out hunting with two other men, at no great distance from this part of the country, when they were suddenly met by a party of Indians, who giving chase, soon overtook and killed his two friends. His own horse's legs were also caught by the bolas, but he jumped off, and with his knife cut them free: while doing this he was obliged to dodge round his horse, and received two severe wounds from their chuzos. Springing on the saddle, he managed, by a most wonderful exertion, just to keep ahead of the long spears of his pursuers, who followed him to within sight of the fort. From that time there was an order that no one should stray far from the settlement. I did not know of this when I started, and was surprised to observe how earnestly my guide watched a deer, which appeared to have been frightened from a distant quarter.
The part of the harbor where the Beagle planned to anchor was twenty-five miles away, so I got a guide and horses from the Commandant to see if she had arrived. Leaving the green grasslands along a small stream, we soon entered a wide, flat area made up of sand, salty marshes, and bare mud. Some areas were covered by low bushes, while others were filled with those juicy plants that thrive only where salt is plentiful. Despite the tough landscape, there were plenty of ostriches, deer, agoutis, and armadillos. My guide told me that two months earlier, he had a close call with death: he was out hunting with two other men not far from here when they were suddenly confronted by a group of Indians, who chased them down and killed his two friends. His horse also got caught in the bolas, but he jumped off and used his knife to free it. While doing this, he had to dodge around his horse and ended up with two serious wounds from their spears. Once he was back on his saddle, he managed to stay just ahead of his pursuers' long spears until he was in sight of the fort. Since then, an order was put in place that no one should wander far from the settlement. I didn’t know about this when I left, and I was surprised to see how closely my guide watched a deer that seemed to have been startled from a distance.
We found the Beagle had not arrived, and consequently set out on our return, but the horses soon tiring, we were obliged to bivouac on the plain. In the morning we had caught an armadillo, which although a most excellent dish when roasted in its shell, did not make a very substantial breakfast and dinner for two hungry men. The ground at the place where we stopped for the night, was incrusted with a layer of sulphate of soda, and hence, of course, was without water. Yet many of the smaller rodents managed to exist even here, and the tucutuco was making its odd little grunt beneath my head, during half the night. Our horses were very poor ones, and in the morning they were soon exhausted from not having had anything to drink, so that we were obliged to walk. About noon the dogs killed a kid, which we roasted. I ate some of it, but it made me intolerably thirsty. This was the more distressing as the road, from some recent rain, was full of little puddles of clear water, yet not a drop was drinkable. I had scarcely been twenty hours without water, and only part of the time under a hot sun, yet the thirst rendered me very weak. How people survive two or three days under such circumstances, I cannot imagine: at the same time, I must confess that my guide did not suffer at all, and was astonished that one day's deprivation should be so troublesome to me.
We found that the Beagle hadn't arrived, so we started back, but the horses got tired quickly, and we had to camp out on the plain. In the morning, we managed to catch an armadillo, which, although a great meal when roasted in its shell, didn’t really provide enough for two hungry guys for breakfast and lunch. The ground where we spent the night was covered with a layer of sodium sulfate and, of course, had no water. Still, some small rodents managed to survive even here, and I could hear the tucutuco making its strange little grunt beneath my head for half the night. Our horses were in poor condition, and by morning, they were quickly worn out from not having any water, so we had to walk. Around noon, the dogs caught a kid, which we roasted. I had some of it, but it made me incredibly thirsty. This was even more frustrating because there were small puddles of clear water from recent rain along the road, but not a single drop was drinkable. I had barely gone twenty hours without water, and only part of that was under the hot sun, yet the thirst made me feel very weak. I can’t imagine how people survive for two or three days in such conditions; however, I must admit my guide didn’t seem to suffer at all and was surprised that one day without water could be such a big deal for me.
I have several times alluded to the surface of the ground being incrusted with salt. This phenomenon is quite different from that of the salinas, and more extraordinary. In many parts of South America, wherever the climate is moderately dry, these incrustations occur; but I have nowhere seen them so abundant as near Bahia Blanca. The salt here, and in other parts of Patagonia, consists chiefly of sulphate of soda with some common salt. As long as the ground remains moist in the salitrales (as the Spaniards improperly call them, mistaking this substance for saltpeter), nothing is to be seen but an extensive plain composed of a black, muddy soil, supporting scattered tufts of succulent plants. On returning through one of these tracts, after a week's hot weather, one is surprised to see square miles of the plain white, as if from a slight fall of snow, here and there heaped up by the wind into little drifts. This latter appearance is chiefly caused by the salts being drawn up, during the slow evaporation of the moisture, round blades of dead grass, stumps of wood, and pieces of broken earth, instead of being crystallized at the bottoms of the puddles of water. The salitrales occur either on level tracts elevated only a few feet above the level of the sea, or on alluvial land bordering rivers. M. Parchappe 47 found that the saline incrustation on the plain, at the distance of some miles from the sea, consisted chiefly of sulphate of soda, with only seven per cent. of common salt; whilst nearer to the coast, the common salt increased to 37 parts in a hundred. This circumstance would tempt one to believe that the sulphate of soda is generated in the soil, from the muriate, left on the surface during the slow and recent elevation of this dry country. The whole phenomenon is well worthy the attention of naturalists. Have the succulent, salt-loving plants, which are well known to contain much soda, the power of decomposing the muriate? Does the black fetid mud, abounding with organic matter, yield the sulphur and ultimately the sulphuric acid?
I've mentioned several times that the ground is covered in salt. This phenomenon is quite different from that of the salt flats and is even more extraordinary. In many areas of South America, wherever the climate is somewhat dry, these salt crusts appear; however, I've never seen them as plentiful as near Bahia Blanca. The salt here, and in other parts of Patagonia, mainly consists of sodium sulfate with some common salt. As long as the ground stays moist in the salitrales (which the Spaniards incorrectly refer to as saltpeter), all you see is a vast plain of black, muddy soil dotted with clusters of succulent plants. After a week of hot weather, when you return through one of these areas, you’re surprised to see square miles of the plain turned white, looking almost like a light dusting of snow, with little drifts formed by the wind in some spots. This appearance mainly occurs because the salts are pulled up during the slow evaporation of moisture around dead grass blades, wood stumps, and chunks of earth, rather than crystallizing at the bottoms of the water puddles. The salitrales can be found on flat areas just a few feet above sea level or on alluvial land next to rivers. M. Parchappe 47 discovered that the saline crust on the plain, a few miles from the sea, mainly consisted of sodium sulfate, with only seven percent common salt; while closer to the coast, the common salt increased to 37 parts per hundred. This situation might lead one to believe that sodium sulfate is produced in the soil from the muriate left on the surface during the slow and recent uplift of this arid region. The entire phenomenon is well worth the attention of naturalists. Do the succulent, salt-loving plants, known to contain a lot of soda, have the ability to break down the muriate? Does the black, foul-smelling mud, rich in organic matter, provide the sulfur and ultimately the sulfuric acid?
Two days afterwards I again rode to the harbour: when not far from our destination, my companion, the same man as before, spied three people hunting on horseback. He immediately dismounted, and watching them intently, said, "They don't ride like Christians, and nobody can leave the fort." The three hunters joined company, and likewise dismounted from their horses. At last one mounted again and rode over the hill out of sight. My companion said, "We must now get on our horses: load your pistol;" and he looked to his own sword. I asked, "Are they Indians?"—"Quien sabe? (who knows?) if there are no more than three, it does not signify." It then struck me, that the one man had gone over the hill to fetch the rest of his tribe. I suggested this; but all the answer I could extort was, "Quien sabe?" His head and eye never for a minute ceased scanning slowly the distant horizon. I thought his uncommon coolness too good a joke, and asked him why he did not return home. I was startled when he answered, "We are returning, but in a line so as to pass near a swamp, into which we can gallop the horses as far as they can go, and then trust to our own legs; so that there is no danger." I did not feel quite so confident of this, and wanted to increase our pace. He said, "No, not until they do." When any little inequality concealed us, we galloped; but when in sight, continued walking. At last we reached a valley, and turning to the left, galloped quickly to the foot of a hill; he gave me his horse to hold, made the dogs lie down, and then crawled on his hands and knees to reconnoitre. He remained in this position for some time, and at last, bursting out in laughter, exclaimed, "Mugeres!" (women!). He knew them to be the wife and sister-in-law of the major's son, hunting for ostrich's eggs. I have described this man's conduct, because he acted under the full impression that they were Indians. As soon, however, as the absurd mistake was found out, he gave me a hundred reasons why they could not have been Indians; but all these were forgotten at the time. We then rode on in peace and quietness to a low point called Punta Alta, whence we could see nearly the whole of the great harbour of Bahia Blanca.
Two days later, I rode to the harbor again. Not far from our destination, my companion, the same guy as before, noticed three people hunting on horseback. He immediately got off his horse and, watching them closely, said, "They don't ride like Christians, and no one can leave the fort." The three hunters joined up and also dismounted. Finally, one of them got back on and rode over the hill, disappearing from sight. My companion said, "We need to get back on our horses: load your pistol," and he checked his own sword. I asked, "Are they Indians?"—"Quien sabe? (who knows?) if there are only three, it doesn’t matter." It occurred to me that the one guy had gone over the hill to get the rest of his tribe. I suggested this, but all I got in response was, "Quien sabe?" His head and eyes never stopped scanning the distant horizon. I thought his unusual calmness was funny and asked why he didn’t just go home. I was surprised when he said, "We are going home, but in a way that will take us near a swamp, where we can ride the horses as far as they can go and then rely on our own legs; so there’s no danger." I wasn’t so sure about that and wanted to pick up the pace. He said, "No, not until they do." Whenever there was a dip that hid us, we galloped, but when we were in sight, we walked. Finally, we reached a valley, and turning left, we quickly galloped to the foot of a hill. He gave me his horse to hold, made the dogs lie down, and then crawled on his hands and knees to scout ahead. He stayed in this position for a while, and finally, bursting into laughter, shouted, "Mugeres!" (women!). He recognized them as the wife and sister-in-law of the major’s son, hunting for ostrich eggs. I described my companion’s behavior because he was convinced they were Indians. However, once the ridiculous mistake was realized, he gave me a hundred reasons why they couldn’t have been Indians, but all that was forgotten at the time. We then rode on peacefully to a low point called Punta Alta, where we could see nearly the entire great harbor of Bahia Blanca.
The wide expanse of water is choked up by numerous great mud-banks, which the inhabitants call Cangrejales, or crabberies, from the number of small crabs. The mud is so soft that it is impossible to walk over them, even for the shortest distance. Many of the banks have their surfaces covered with long rushes, the tops of which alone are visible at high water. On one occasion, when in a boat, we were so entangled by these shallows that we could hardly find our way. Nothing was visible but the flat beds of mud; the day was not very clear, and there was much refraction, or as the sailors expressed it, "things loomed high." The only object within our view which was not level was the horizon; rushes looked like bushes unsupported in the air, and water like mud-banks, and mud-banks like water.
The wide stretch of water is clogged with many large mudbanks, which the locals call Cangrejales, or crabberies, because of the number of small crabs. The mud is so soft that it’s impossible to walk on it, even for a short distance. Many of the banks are covered with long reeds, the tops of which are only visible at high tide. One time, when we were in a boat, we got so stuck in these shallows that we could barely find our way. All we could see were the flat mud beds; the day wasn't very clear, and there was a lot of distortion, or as the sailors put it, "things loomed high." The only object in sight that wasn’t flat was the horizon; reeds looked like bushes floating in the air, and water looked like mudbanks, and mudbanks looked like water.
We passed the night in Punta Alta, and I employed myself in searching for fossil bones; this point being a perfect catacomb for monsters of extinct races. The evening was perfectly calm and clear; the extreme monotony of the view gave it an interest even in the midst of mud-banks and gulls sand-hillocks and solitary vultures. In riding back in the morning we came across a very fresh track of a Puma, but did not succeed in finding it. We saw also a couple of Zorillos, or skunks,—odious animals, which are far from uncommon. In general appearance, the Zorillo resembles a polecat, but it is rather larger, and much thicker in proportion. Conscious of its power, it roams by day about the open plain, and fears neither dog nor man. If a dog is urged to the attack, its courage is instantly checked by a few drops of the fetid oil, which brings on violent sickness and running at the nose. Whatever is once polluted by it, is for ever useless. Azara says the smell can be perceived at a league distant; more than once, when entering the harbour of Monte Video, the wind being off shore, we have perceived the odour on board the Beagle. Certain it is, that every animal most willingly makes room for the Zorillo.
We spent the night in Punta Alta, and I kept myself busy searching for fossil bones; this place is like a perfect graveyard for extinct creatures. The evening was completely calm and clear; the extreme dullness of the view gave it some interest even with the mud-banks and gulls, sand-hillocks, and solitary vultures. On our ride back in the morning, we came across a very fresh Puma track but didn’t manage to find it. We also saw a couple of skunks—nasty animals that are quite common. In general, the skunk looks like a polecat but is larger and much thicker. Aware of its power, it moves around the open plains during the day and isn’t afraid of dogs or humans. If a dog tries to attack, its courage is quickly crushed by a few drops of the foul-smelling oil, which causes violent sickness and a runny nose. Anything that gets contaminated by it becomes completely useless. Azara says the smell can be detected from a league away; several times, as we entered the harbor of Monte Video with the wind offshore, we smelled it on board the Beagle. It’s clear that every animal gladly makes way for the skunk.
CHAPTER V — BAHIA BLANCA
Bahia Blanca—Geology—Numerous gigantic Quadrupeds—Recent Extinction—Longevity of species—Large Animals do not require a luxuriant vegetation—Southern Africa—Siberian Fossils—Two Species of Ostrich—Habits of Oven-bird—Armadilloes—Venomous Snake, Toad, Lizard—Hybernation of Animal—Habits of Sea-Pen—Indian Wars and Massacres—Arrow-head, antiquarian Relic.
Bahia Blanca—Geology—Many huge four-legged animals—Recent extinction—Longevity of species—Large animals don’t need lush vegetation—Southern Africa—Siberian fossils—Two species of ostrich—Behavior of the oven-bird—Armadillos—Venomous snake, toad, lizard—Hibernation of animals—Behavior of the sea-pen—Indian wars and massacres—Arrowhead, historical artifact.
THE Beagle arrived here on the 24th of August, and a week afterwards sailed for the Plata. With Captain Fitz Roy's consent I was left behind, to travel by land to Buenos Ayres. I will here add some observations, which were made during this visit and on a previous occasion, when the Beagle was employed in surveying the harbour.
The Beagle got here on August 24th, and a week later it set sail for the Plata. With Captain Fitz Roy's permission, I stayed behind to travel overland to Buenos Aires. Here, I’ll include some observations that I made during this visit and on a previous occasion when the Beagle was surveying the harbor.
The plain, at the distance of a few miles from the coast, belongs to the great Pampean formation, which consists in part of a reddish clay, and in part of a highly calcareous marly rock. Nearer the coast there are some plains formed from the wreck of the upper plain, and from mud, gravel, and sand thrown up by the sea during the slow elevation of the land, of which elevation we have evidence in upraised beds of recent shells, and in rounded pebbles of pumice scattered over the country. At Punta Alta we have a section of one of these later-formed little plains, which is highly interesting from the number and extraordinary character of the remains of gigantic land-animals embedded in it. These have been fully described by Professor Owen, in the Zoology of the voyage of the Beagle, and are deposited in the College of Surgeons. I will here give only a brief outline of their nature.
The plain, just a few miles from the coast, is part of the huge Pampean formation, which includes a mix of reddish clay and a very calcareous marly rock. Closer to the coast, there are plains created from the erosion of the upper plain and from mud, gravel, and sand that the sea has deposited during the gradual uplift of the land, evidenced by raised layers of recent shells and rounded pumice pebbles spread across the area. At Punta Alta, there’s a section of one of these newer little plains, which is particularly interesting due to the number and unique nature of the remains of gigantic land animals found within it. These have been thoroughly described by Professor Owen in the Zoology of the voyage of the Beagle and are housed in the College of Surgeons. Here, I will provide only a brief overview of their characteristics.
First, parts of three heads and other bones of the Megatherium, the huge dimensions of which are expressed by its name. Secondly, the Megalonyx, a great allied animal. Thirdly, the Scelidotherium, also an allied animal, of which I obtained a nearly perfect skeleton. It must have been as large as a rhinoceros: in the structure of its head it comes according to Mr. Owen, nearest to the Cape Anteater, but in some other respects it approaches to the armadilloes. Fourthly, the Mylodon Darwinii, a closely related genus of little inferior size. Fifthly, another gigantic edental quadruped. Sixthly, a large animal, with an osseous coat in compartments, very like that of an armadillo. Seventhly, an extinct kind of horse, to which I shall have again to refer. Eighthly, a tooth of a Pachydermatous animal, probably the same with the Macrauchenia, a huge beast with a long neck like a camel, which I shall also refer to again. Lastly, the Toxodon, perhaps one of the strangest animals ever discovered: in size it equalled an elephant or megatherium, but the structure of its teeth, as Mr. Owen states, proves indisputably that it was intimately related to the Gnawers, the order which, at the present day, includes most of the smallest quadrupeds: in many details it is allied to the Pachydermata: judging from the position of its eyes, ears, and nostrils, it was probably aquatic, like the Dugong and Manatee, to which it is also allied. How wonderfully are the different Orders, at the present time so well separated, blended together in different points of the structure of the Toxodon!
First, there are parts of three heads and other bones of the Megatherium, which is huge as its name suggests. Secondly, there's the Megalonyx, a closely related large animal. Thirdly, the Scelidotherium, also a related species, of which I got a nearly complete skeleton. It must have been as big as a rhinoceros: according to Mr. Owen, its head structure is most similar to that of the Cape Anteater, but in some other ways, it resembles armadillos. Fourthly, the Mylodon Darwinii, a very similar genus that is slightly smaller. Fifthly, another gigantic toothless quadruped. Sixthly, a large animal with a segmented bony coat, very much like that of an armadillo. Seventhly, an extinct type of horse, which I'll reference again. Eighthly, a tooth from a thick-skinned animal, probably the same as the Macrauchenia, a massive creature with a long neck like a camel, which I'll mention again as well. Lastly, the Toxodon, possibly one of the weirdest animals ever found: it was about the size of an elephant or a megatherium, but the structure of its teeth, as Mr. Owen points out, clearly shows it was closely related to the Rodents, the group that today includes most of the smallest mammals. In many respects, it is related to the Pachyderms: based on the placement of its eyes, ears, and nostrils, it was likely aquatic, like the Dugong and Manatee, with which it also has links. It's amazing how the different Orders, which are so distinctly separated today, are intertwined in the various structures of the Toxodon!
The remains of these nine great quadrupeds, and many detached bones, were found embedded on the beach, within the space of about 200 yards square. It is a remarkable circumstance that so many different species should be found together; and it proves how numerous in kind the ancient inhabitants of this country must have been. At the distance of about thirty miles from Punta Alta, in a cliff of red earth, I found several fragments of bones, some of large size. Among them were the teeth of a gnawer, equalling in size and closely resembling those of the Capybara, whose habits have been described; and therefore, probably, an aquatic animal. There was also part of the head of a Ctenomys; the species being different from the Tucutuco, but with a close general resemblance. The red earth, like that of the Pampas, in which these remains were embedded, contains, according to Professor Ehrenberg, eight fresh-water and one salt-water infusorial animalcule; therefore, probably, it was an estuary deposit.
The remains of these nine large four-legged animals, along with many separate bones, were found buried on the beach over an area of about 200 yards square. It's surprising that so many different species were found together, indicating just how varied the ancient inhabitants of this land must have been. About thirty miles from Punta Alta, in a cliff of red earth, I discovered several bone fragments, some quite large. Among them were the teeth of a rodent, similar in size and resembling those of the Capybara, which is known for its behavior; thus, it was likely an aquatic animal. There was also part of a Ctenomys skull; the species differed from the Tucutuco but had a similar overall appearance. The red earth, like that of the Pampas, that contained these remains has, according to Professor Ehrenberg, eight fresh-water and one salt-water microscopic animals; therefore, it was likely an estuary deposit.
The remains at Punta Alta were embedded in stratified gravel and reddish mud, just such as the sea might now wash up on a shallow bank. They were associated with twenty-three species of shells, of which thirteen are recent and four others very closely related to recent forms. 51 From the bones of the Scelidotherium, including even the knee-cap, being intombed in their proper relative positions, and from the osseous armour of the great armadillo-like animal being so well preserved, together with the bones of one of its legs, we may feel assured that these remains were fresh and united by their ligaments, when deposited in the gravel together with the shells. 52 Hence we have good evidence that the above enumerated gigantic quadrupeds, more different from those of the present day than the oldest of the tertiary quadrupeds of Europe, lived whilst the sea was peopled with most of its present inhabitants; and we have confirmed that remarkable law so often insisted on by Mr. Lyell, namely, that the "longevity of the species in the mammalia is upon the whole inferior to that of the testacea." 53
The remains at Punta Alta were found in layers of gravel and reddish mud, similar to what the sea might currently wash up on a shallow bank. They were linked to twenty-three species of shells, of which thirteen are recent and four others closely related to current forms. 51 From the bones of the Scelidotherium, including the knee-cap being buried in their proper positions, and from the well-preserved bony armor of the large armadillo-like animal, along with the bones of one of its legs, we can be sure that these remains were fresh and connected by ligaments when they were deposited in the gravel alongside the shells. 52 Therefore, we have strong evidence that the gigantic quadrupeds listed above, which are more different from today's animals than the oldest tertiary quadrupeds in Europe, lived while the sea was inhabited by most of its current species; and we confirm that remarkable principle frequently emphasized by Mr. Lyell, which states that "the longevity of species in mammals is generally less than that of shellfish." 53
The great size of the bones of the Megatheroid animals, including the Megatherium, Megalonyx, Scelidotherium, and Mylodon, is truly wonderful. The habits of life of these animals were a complete puzzle to naturalists, until Professor Owen 54 solved the problem with remarkable ingenuity. The teeth indicate, by their simple structure, that these Megatheroid animals lived on vegetable food, and probably on the leaves and small twigs of trees; their ponderous forms and great strong curved claws seem so little adapted for locomotion, that some eminent naturalists have actually believed, that, like the sloths, to which they are intimately related, they subsisted by climbing back downwards on trees, and feeding on the leaves. It was a bold, not to say preposterous, idea to conceive even antediluvian trees, with branches strong enough to bear animals as large as elephants. Professor Owen, with far more probability, believes that, instead of climbing on the trees, they pulled the branches down to them, and tore up the smaller ones by the roots, and so fed on the leaves. The colossal breadth and weight of their hinder quarters, which can hardly be imagined without having been seen, become on this view, of obvious service, instead of being an incumbrance: their apparent clumsiness disappears. With their great tails and their huge heels firmly fixed like a tripod on the ground, they could freely exert the full force of their most powerful arms and great claws. Strongly rooted, indeed, must that tree have been, which could have resisted such force! The Mylodon, moreover, was furnished with a long extensile tongue like that of the giraffe, which, by one of those beautiful provisions of nature, thus reaches with the aid of its long neck its leafy food. I may remark, that in Abyssinia the elephant, according to Bruce, when it cannot reach with its proboscis the branches, deeply scores with its tusks the trunk of the tree, up and down and all round, till it is sufficiently weakened to be broken down.
The massive bones of the Megatheroid animals, including the Megatherium, Megalonyx, Scelidotherium, and Mylodon, are truly impressive. The way these animals lived was a complete mystery to naturalists until Professor Owen 54 solved it with remarkable creativity. The teeth show, through their simple design, that these Megatheroid animals ate plant-based diets, likely comprising leaves and small tree twigs. Their heavy bodies and strong, curved claws seem poorly suited for movement, leading some distinguished naturalists to think that, like sloths, they might have climbed down trees to feed on the leaves. It was a bold, if not ridiculous, idea to imagine ancient trees with branches sturdy enough to support creatures as large as elephants. Professor Owen, believing with more plausibility that rather than climbing trees, they pulled branches down to themselves and uprooted smaller ones to feed on the leaves. The enormous size and weight of their hindquarters, which can hardly be comprehended without seeing them, becomes obviously useful in this view, rather than a hindrance: their seeming awkwardness fades away. With their large tails and massive heels planted firmly on the ground like a tripod, they could fully utilize the strength of their powerful arms and huge claws. The tree would have to be incredibly strong to withstand such force! Additionally, the Mylodon had a long extensible tongue like a giraffe, which naturally helps it reach its leafy food with a long neck. It's worth noting that in Abyssinia, as reported by Bruce, when an elephant can’t reach the branches with its trunk, it makes deep marks on the tree trunk with its tusks, up and down and all around, until the tree is sufficiently weakened to be broken down.
The beds including the above fossil remains, stand only from fifteen to twenty feet above the level of high-water; and hence the elevation of the land has been small (without there has been an intercalated period of subsidence, of which we have no evidence) since the great quadrupeds wandered over the surrounding plains; and the external features of the country must then have been very nearly the same as now. What, it may naturally be asked, was the character of the vegetation at that period; was the country as wretchedly sterile as it now is? As so many of the co-embedded shells are the same with those now living in the bay, I was at first inclined to think that the former vegetation was probably similar to the existing one; but this would have been an erroneous inference for some of these same shells live on the luxuriant coast of Brazil; and generally, the character of the inhabitants of the sea are useless as guides to judge of those on the land. Nevertheless, from the following considerations, I do not believe that the simple fact of many gigantic quadrupeds having lived on the plains round Bahia Blanca, is any sure guide that they formerly were clothed with a luxuriant vegetation: I have no doubt that the sterile country a little southward, near the Rio Negro, with its scattered thorny trees, would support many and large quadrupeds.
The layers of soil containing the fossil remains sit only about fifteen to twenty feet above the high-water mark, which means the land hasn’t changed much (unless there was a period of sinking, which we have no evidence of) since the large mammals roamed the nearby plains; the landscape must have looked very similar to how it does today. One might wonder what the vegetation was like back then; was the area as barren as it is now? Since many of the embedded shells match those currently living in the bay, I initially thought the earlier vegetation was likely similar to what we see today. However, that would be a mistaken assumption because some of those same shells thrive along the lush coast of Brazil, and generally, the types of sea life aren’t effective indicators of the flora on land. Still, based on the following points, I don't think the mere presence of many massive mammals in the plains around Bahia Blanca guarantees that they lived in an area rich with dense vegetation. I’m confident that the barren region a bit further south, near the Rio Negro, with its sparse thorny trees, could support many large mammals.
That large animals require a luxuriant vegetation, has been a general assumption which has passed from one work to another; but I do not hesitate to say that it is completely false, and that it has vitiated the reasoning of geologists on some points of great interest in the ancient history of the world. The prejudice has probably been derived from India, and the Indian islands, where troops of elephants, noble forests, and impenetrable jungles, are associated together in every one's mind. If, however, we refer to any work of travels through the southern parts of Africa, we shall find allusions in almost every page either to the desert character of the country, or to the numbers of large animals inhabiting it. The same thing is rendered evident by the many engravings which have been published of various parts of the interior. When the Beagle was at Cape Town, I made an excursion of some days' length into the country, which at least was sufficient to render that which I had read more fully intelligible.
The idea that large animals need lush vegetation has been a common belief that has been carried over from one work to another; however, I confidently say that it is entirely false and has skewed the reasoning of geologists on some significant issues in the ancient history of the world. This misconception likely comes from India and the Indian islands, where groups of elephants, grand forests, and dense jungles are linked in everyone’s mind. However, if we look at any travel accounts from the southern parts of Africa, we’ll find references on almost every page either to the arid nature of the land or to the large numbers of big animals living there. This is further demonstrated by the numerous engravings that have been published of different areas in the interior. When the Beagle was in Cape Town, I took a multi-day trip into the countryside, which was enough to make what I had read much clearer.
Dr. Andrew Smith, who, at the head of his adventurous party, has lately succeeded in passing the Tropic of Capricorn, informs me that, taking into consideration the whole of the southern part of Africa, there can be no doubt of its being a sterile country. On the southern and south-eastern coasts there are some fine forests, but with these exceptions, the traveller may pass for days together through open plains, covered by a poor and scanty vegetation. It is difficult to convey any accurate idea of degrees of comparative fertility; but it may be safely said that the amount of vegetation supported at any one time 55 by Great Britain, exceeds, perhaps even tenfold, the quantity on an equal area, in the interior parts of Southern Africa. The fact that bullock-waggons can travel in any direction, excepting near the coast, without more than occasionally half an hour's delay in cutting down bushes, gives, perhaps, a more definite notion of the scantiness of the vegetation. Now, if we look to the animals inhabiting these wide plains, we shall find their numbers extraordinarily great, and their bulk immense. We must enumerate the elephant, three species of rhinoceros, and probably, according to Dr. Smith, two others, the hippopotamus, the giraffe, the bos caffer—as large as a full-grown bull, and the elan—but little less, two zebras, and the quaccha, two gnus, and several antelopes even larger than these latter animals. It may be supposed that although the species are numerous, the individuals of each kind are few. By the kindness of Dr. Smith, I am enabled to show that the case is very different. He informs me, that in lat. 24 degs., in one day's march with the bullock-waggons, he saw, without wandering to any great distance on either side, between one hundred and one hundred and fifty rhinoceroses, which belonged to three species: the same day he saw several herds of giraffes, amounting together to nearly a hundred; and that although no elephant was observed, yet they are found in this district. At the distance of a little more than one hour's march from their place of encampment on the previous night, his party actually killed at one spot eight hippopotamuses, and saw many more. In this same river there were likewise crocodiles. Of course it was a case quite extraordinary, to see so many great animals crowded together, but it evidently proves that they must exist in great numbers. Dr. Smith describes the country passed through that day, as "being thinly covered with grass, and bushes about four feet high, and still more thinly with mimosa-trees." The waggons were not prevented travelling in a nearly straight line.
Dr. Andrew Smith, leading his adventurous group, recently managed to cross the Tropic of Capricorn. He tells me that, considering the entire southern part of Africa, there’s no doubt it’s a barren land. The southern and southeastern coasts have some beautiful forests, but aside from those, a traveler can go for days through open plains with very sparse and poor vegetation. It's hard to accurately express the varying levels of fertility, but it's safe to say that the amount of vegetation supported at any given time in Great Britain probably exceeds that in an equal area of the interior parts of Southern Africa by ten times or more. The fact that ox-drawn wagons can travel in any direction, except near the coast, with only occasional half-hour delays for clearing bushes gives a clearer idea of how sparse the vegetation is. Now, if we consider the animals living in these vast plains, we find their numbers are remarkably high, and their size is substantial. We must mention the elephant, three species of rhinoceros, and likely, according to Dr. Smith, two more, the hippopotamus, the giraffe, the bos caffer—about the size of a fully grown bull—and the elan, which is only slightly smaller, along with two zebras, the quaccha, two gnus, and several antelope species even larger than these. It might be assumed that while there are many species, the number of individuals in each is low. However, thanks to Dr. Smith's generosity, I can show that the reality is quite the opposite. He informs me that at latitude 24 degrees, during a single day's march with the ox-drawn wagons, he saw, without straying too far from either side, between one hundred and one hundred and fifty rhinoceroses from three different species. On the same day, he observed several herds of giraffes, totaling nearly one hundred; and while no elephants were sighted, they do inhabit the area. A little over an hour's march from their campsite the previous night, his team actually killed eight hippopotamuses in one spot and saw many more. There were also crocodiles in that same river. Of course, it was quite extraordinary to see so many large animals gathered together, but it clearly demonstrates that they exist in significant numbers. Dr. Smith describes the area they traveled through that day as "sparsely covered with grass, and bushes about four feet tall, even less so with mimosa trees." The wagons were able to move nearly in a straight line.
Besides these large animals, every one the least acquainted with the natural history of the Cape, has read of the herds of antelopes, which can be compared only with the flocks of migratory birds. The numbers indeed of the lion, panther, and hyaena, and the multitude of birds of prey, plainly speak of the abundance of the smaller quadrupeds: one evening seven lions were counted at the same time prowling round Dr. Smith's encampment. As this able naturalist remarked to me, the carnage each day in Southern Africa must indeed be terrific! I confess it is truly surprising how such a number of animals can find support in a country producing so little food. The larger quadrupeds no doubt roam over wide tracts in search of it; and their food chiefly consists of underwood, which probably contains much nutriment in a small bulk. Dr. Smith also informs me that the vegetation has a rapid growth; no sooner is a part consumed, than its place is supplied by a fresh stock. There can be no doubt, however, that our ideas respecting the apparent amount of food necessary for the support of large quadrupeds are much exaggerated: it should have been remembered that the camel, an animal of no mean bulk, has always been considered as the emblem of the desert.
Besides these large animals, anyone even slightly familiar with the natural history of the Cape has heard about the herds of antelopes, which can only be compared to flocks of migratory birds. The numbers of lions, panthers, and hyenas, along with the many birds of prey, clearly indicate the abundance of smaller mammals: one evening, seven lions were seen prowling around Dr. Smith's campsite. As this skilled naturalist pointed out to me, the daily carnage in Southern Africa must be truly shocking! I admit it's astonishing how so many animals can thrive in a land that produces so little food. The larger mammals likely roam over vast areas in search of it, primarily feeding on underbrush, which probably contains a lot of nutrients in a small amount. Dr. Smith also tells me that the vegetation grows rapidly; as soon as one area is consumed, a fresh supply takes its place. However, it's clear that our views on the actual amount of food needed to sustain large mammals are greatly exaggerated: it's worth remembering that the camel, a quite sizable animal, has always been seen as the symbol of the desert.
The belief that where large quadrupeds exist, the vegetation must necessarily be luxuriant, is the more remarkable, because the converse is far from true. Mr. Burchell observed to me that when entering Brazil, nothing struck him more forcibly than the splendour of the South American vegetation contrasted with that of South Africa, together with the absence of all large quadrupeds. In his Travels, 56 he has suggested that the comparison of the respective weights (if there were sufficient data) of an equal number of the largest herbivorous quadrupeds of each country would be extremely curious. If we take on the one side, the elephant, 57 hippopotamus, giraffe, bos caffer, elan, certainly three, and probably five species of rhinoceros; and on the American side, two tapirs, the guanaco, three deer, the vicuna, peccari, capybara (after which we must choose from the monkeys to complete the number), and then place these two groups alongside each other, it is not easy to conceive ranks more disproportionate in size. After the above facts, we are compelled to conclude, against anterior probability, 58 that among the mammalia there exists no close relation between the bulk of the species, and the quantity of the vegetation, in the countries which they inhabit.
The idea that where there are large four-legged animals, the plant life must be lush is interesting because the opposite isn't true at all. Mr. Burchell pointed out to me that when he entered Brazil, he was most struck by the beauty of South American plant life compared to that of South Africa, along with the complete lack of large quadrupeds. In his Travels, 56 he suggested that comparing the weights (if we had enough data) of an equal number of the largest grazing animals from each country would be really interesting. On one side, we have the elephant, 57 hippopotamus, giraffe, bos caffer, elan, and certainly three, possibly five species of rhinoceros; and on the American side, two tapirs, the guanaco, three deer, the vicuña, peccari, capybara (after which we can pick from the monkeys to make up the number). When we set these two groups next to each other, it's hard to imagine sizes being more disproportionate. Given these facts, we have to conclude, against previous expectations, 58 that among mammals, there isn't a close relationship between the size of the species and the amount of vegetation in the areas they live in.
With regard to the number of large quadrupeds, there certainly exists no quarter of the globe which will bear comparison with Southern Africa. After the different statements which have been given, the extremely desert character of that region will not be disputed. In the European division of the world, we must look back to the tertiary epochs, to find a condition of things among the mammalia, resembling that now existing at the Cape of Good Hope. Those tertiary epochs, which we are apt to consider as abounding to an astonishing degree with large animals, because we find the remains of many ages accumulated at certain spots, could hardly boast of more large quadrupeds than Southern Africa does at present. If we speculate on the condition of the vegetation during these epochs we are at least bound so far to consider existing analogies, as not to urge as absolutely necessary a luxuriant vegetation, when we see a state of things so totally different at the Cape of Good Hope.
When it comes to the number of large four-legged animals, there’s no other place on Earth that compares to Southern Africa. Given the various accounts provided, it’s undeniable that this region is extremely arid. In Europe, we have to look back to the Tertiary period to find a similar environment among mammals like the one at the Cape of Good Hope today. The Tertiary period, which we often think was overflowing with large animals due to the remains found in certain locations, likely had no more large quadrupeds than Southern Africa does now. If we consider the state of vegetation during those times, we must acknowledge existing similarities without insisting that lush greenery is absolutely necessary when we see such a different situation at the Cape of Good Hope.
We know 59 that the extreme regions of North America, many degrees beyond the limit where the ground at the depth of a few feet remains perpetually congealed, are covered by forests of large and tall trees. In a like manner, in Siberia, we have woods of birch, fir, aspen, and larch, growing in a latitude 510 (64 degs.) where the mean temperature of the air falls below the freezing point, and where the earth is so completely frozen, that the carcass of an animal embedded in it is perfectly preserved. With these facts we must grant, as far as quantity alone of vegetation is concerned, that the great quadrupeds of the later tertiary epochs might, in most parts of Northern Europe and Asia, have lived on the spots where their remains are now found. I do not here speak of the kind of vegetation necessary for their support; because, as there is evidence of physical changes, and as the animals have become extinct, so may we suppose that the species of plants have likewise been changed.
We know 59 that the extreme regions of North America, well beyond the point where the ground a few feet down stays frozen, are covered by forests of large, tall trees. Similarly, in Siberia, there are woods of birch, fir, aspen, and larch, growing at a latitude 510 (64 degrees) where the average air temperature is below freezing, and where the ground is so thoroughly frozen that the carcass of an animal buried in it is perfectly preserved. Given these facts, we must acknowledge that in terms of the sheer amount of vegetation, the large mammals of the later tertiary periods could have lived in most areas of Northern Europe and Asia, where their remains are now found. I'm not addressing the specific type of vegetation needed for their survival; rather, just as there is evidence of physical changes and the extinction of the animals, we can assume that the types of plants have also changed.
These remarks, I may be permitted to add, directly bear on the case of the Siberian animals preserved in ice. The firm conviction of the necessity of a vegetation possessing a character of tropical luxuriance, to support such large animals, and the impossibility of reconciling this with the proximity of perpetual congelation, was one chief cause of the several theories of sudden revolutions of climate, and of overwhelming catastrophes, which were invented to account for their entombment. I am far from supposing that the climate has not changed since the period when those animals lived, which now lie buried in the ice. At present I only wish to show, that as far as quantity of food alone is concerned, the ancient rhinoceroses might have roamed over the steppes of central Siberia (the northern parts probably being under water) even in their present condition, as well as the living rhinoceroses and elephants over the Karros of Southern Africa.
These comments, if I may add, are directly related to the case of the Siberian animals preserved in ice. The strong belief that a type of lush, tropical vegetation was necessary to support such large animals, combined with the impossibility of reconciling this with the nearby areas of permanent freezing, was one of the main reasons behind various theories of sudden climate changes and catastrophic events that were created to explain their entombment. I definitely do not think that the climate has remained the same since the time those animals lived, which are now buried in the ice. Right now, I just want to point out that in terms of the amount of food available, the ancient rhinoceroses could have roamed the steppes of central Siberia (with the northern parts likely being underwater) even in their current state, just like the living rhinoceroses and elephants roam the Karros of Southern Africa.
I will now give an account of the habits of some of the more interesting birds which are common on the wild plains of Northern Patagonia: and first for the largest, or South American ostrich. The ordinary habits of the ostrich are familiar to every one. They live on vegetable matter, such as roots and grass; but at Bahia Blanca I have repeatedly seen three or four come down at low water to the extensive mud-banks which are then dry, for the sake, as the Gauchos say, of feeding on small fish. Although the ostrich in its habits is so shy, wary, and solitary, and although so fleet in its pace, it is caught without much difficulty by the Indian or Gaucho armed with the bolas. When several horsemen appear in a semicircle, it becomes confounded, and does not know which way to escape. They generally prefer running against the wind; yet at the first start they expand their wings, and like a vessel make all sail. On one fine hot day I saw several ostriches enter a bed of tall rushes, where they squatted concealed, till quite closely approached. It is not generally known that ostriches readily take to the water. Mr. King informs me that at the Bay of San Blas, and at Port Valdes in Patagonia, he saw these birds swimming several times from island to island. They ran into the water both when driven down to a point, and likewise of their own accord when not frightened: the distance crossed was about two hundred yards. When swimming, very little of their bodies appear above water; their necks are extended a little forward, and their progress is slow. On two occasions I saw some ostriches swimming across the Santa Cruz river, where its course was about four hundred yards wide, and the stream rapid. Captain Sturt, 511 when descending the Murrumbidgee, in Australia, saw two emus in the act of swimming.
I will now describe the habits of some interesting birds that are common on the wild plains of Northern Patagonia, starting with the largest, the South American ostrich. The typical behaviors of ostriches are well-known. They feed on plant material like roots and grass, but at Bahia Blanca, I've often witnessed three or four of them come down at low tide to the wide mudbanks that are then exposed to feed on small fish, as the Gauchos say. Although ostriches are usually shy, cautious, and solitary, and very fast on their feet, they can be caught fairly easily by an Indian or Gaucho armed with bolas. When several horsemen appear in a semicircle, they become confused and don't know which way to run. They typically prefer to run into the wind, but at the start of their flight, they spread their wings and sail away like a boat. One hot day, I observed several ostriches enter a patch of tall reeds, where they crouched down and stayed hidden until they were approached closely. It's not widely known that ostriches are good swimmers. Mr. King told me that at the Bay of San Blas and Port Valdes in Patagonia, he saw these birds swim several times from island to island. They would run into the water either when cornered or on their own when not scared, covering a distance of about two hundred yards. While swimming, very little of their bodies is above the water; their necks stick out a bit in front, and their movement is slow. I saw some ostriches swim across the Santa Cruz River on two occasions, where it was about four hundred yards wide and the current was strong. Captain Sturt, 511 when descending the Murrumbidgee in Australia, saw two emus swimming.
The inhabitants of the country readily distinguish, even at a distance, the cock bird from the hen. The former is larger and darker-coloured, 512 and has a bigger head. The ostrich, I believe the cock, emits a singular, deep-toned, hissing note: when first I heard it, standing in the midst of some sand-hillocks, I thought it was made by some wild beast, for it is a sound that one cannot tell whence it comes, or from how far distant. When we were at Bahia Blanca in the months of September and October, the eggs, in extraordinary numbers, were found all over the country. They lie either scattered and single, in which case they are never hatched, and are called by the Spaniards huachos; or they are collected together into a shallow excavation, which forms the nest. Out of the four nests which I saw, three contained twenty-two eggs each, and the fourth twenty-seven. In one day's hunting on horseback sixty-four eggs were found; forty-four of these were in two nests, and the remaining twenty, scattered huachos. The Gauchos unanimously affirm, and there is no reason to doubt their statement, that the male bird alone hatches the eggs, and for some time afterwards accompanies the young. The cock when on the nest lies very close; I have myself almost ridden over one. It is asserted that at such times they are occasionally fierce, and even dangerous, and that they have been known to attack a man on horseback, trying to kick and leap on him. My informer pointed out to me an old man, whom he had seen much terrified by one chasing him. I observe in Burchell's travels in South Africa, that he remarks, "Having killed a male ostrich, and the feathers being dirty, it was said by the Hottentots to be a nest bird." I understand that the male emu in the Zoological Gardens takes charge of the nest: this habit, therefore, is common to the family.
The people in the country can easily tell the male bird from the female, even from a distance. The male is bigger and darker, and has a larger head. The male ostrich makes a unique, deep hissing sound; the first time I heard it while standing among some sand dunes, I thought it came from a wild beast because it’s hard to identify where the sound originates or how far away it is. During our time in Bahia Blanca in September and October, we found an incredible number of eggs scattered throughout the area. They either lie around single, which never hatch and are called huachos by the Spaniards, or they are gathered together in a shallow depression to form a nest. Of the four nests I encountered, three had twenty-two eggs each, and the fourth had twenty-seven. On one day of horseback hunting, we found sixty-four eggs—forty-four of them in two nests, and the remaining twenty were scattered huachos. The Gauchos all agree, and I have no reason to doubt them, that only the male bird incubates the eggs and looks after the young for a while. When the male is on the nest, it stays very low to the ground; I nearly rode over one myself. It’s claimed that during this time they can be aggressive and even dangerous, and there are reports of them attacking men on horseback, trying to kick and leap at them. A local man pointed out an old guy who had been terrified by one of these birds chasing him. I noticed in Burchell's travels in South Africa that he mentioned, "Having killed a male ostrich, and the feathers being dirty, it was said by the Hottentots to be a nest bird." I’ve also learned that the male emu at the Zoological Gardens cares for the nest, so this behavior seems to be common among the species.
The Gauchos unanimously affirm that several females lay in one nest. I have been positively told that four or five hen birds have been watched to go in the middle of the day, one after the other, to the same nest. I may add, also, that it is believed in Africa, that two or more females lay in one nest. 513 Although this habit at first appears very strange, I think the cause may be explained in a simple manner. The number of eggs in the nest varies from twenty to forty, and even to fifty; and according to Azara, some times to seventy or eighty. Now, although it is most probable, from the number of eggs found in one district being so extraordinarily great in proportion to the parent birds, and likewise from the state of the ovarium of the hen, that she may in the course of the season lay a large number, yet the time required must be very long. Azara states, 514 that a female in a state of domestication laid seventeen eggs, each at the interval of three days one from another. If the hen was obliged to hatch her own eggs, before the last was laid the first probably would be addled; but if each laid a few eggs at successive periods, in different nests, and several hens, as is stated to be the case, combined together, then the eggs in one collection would be nearly of the same age. If the number of eggs in one of these nests is, as I believe, not greater on an average than the number laid by one female in the season, then there must be as many nests as females, and each cock bird will have its fair share of the labour of incubation; and that during a period when the females probably could not sit, from not having finished laying. 515 I have before mentioned the great numbers of huachos, or deserted eggs; so that in one day's hunting twenty were found in this state. It appears odd that so many should be wasted. Does it not arise from the difficulty of several females associating together, and finding a male ready to undertake the office of incubation? It is evident that there must at first be some degree of association between at least two females; otherwise the eggs would remain scattered over the wide plain, at distances far too great to allow of the male collecting them into one nest: some authors have believed that the scattered eggs were deposited for the young birds to feed on. This can hardly be the case in America, because the huachos, although often found addled and putrid, are generally whole.
The gauchos all agree that several females lay in one nest. I’ve been reliably informed that four or five hen birds have been seen to go one after another into the same nest during the middle of the day. I should also mention that it's believed in Africa that two or more females lay in one nest. 513 While this behavior may seem strange at first, I think the reason can be explained simply. The number of eggs in the nest ranges from twenty to forty, and even up to fifty; according to Azara, sometimes it can go up to seventy or eighty. Now, although it’s likely, based on the unusually high number of eggs found in one area compared to the parent birds, and also considering the condition of the hen's ovaries, that she could lay a large amount over the season, it would take a significant amount of time. Azara notes, 514 that a domesticated female laid seventeen eggs, each laid three days apart. If the hen had to hatch her own eggs, by the time the last one was laid, the first would likely be spoiled. However, if each hen laid a few eggs at different times, in separate nests—and several hens, as it’s said, worked together—then the eggs in one nest would be nearly the same age. If the number of eggs in one of these nests is, as I believe, not greater than the average number laid by one female in the season, then there must be as many nests as there are females, and each male bird will share the responsibility of incubation; this would happen during a time when the females likely couldn’t sit on the eggs because they hadn’t finished laying. 515 I previously mentioned the large number of huachos, or abandoned eggs; during one day of hunting, twenty were found in this state. It seems odd that so many would be wasted. Doesn’t it stem from the difficulty of multiple females coming together and finding a male willing to take on the job of incubation? It’s clear that there must initially be some level of cooperation between at least two females; otherwise, the eggs would be scattered across the wide plains, too far apart for the male to gather them into one nest. Some authors have thought that the scattered eggs were meant for the young birds to eat. This is hardly the case in America, because the huachos, although often found spoiled and rotten, are generally intact.
When at the Rio Negro in Northern Patagonia, I repeatedly heard the Gauchos talking of a very rare bird which they called Avestruz Petise. They described it as being less than the common ostrich (which is there abundant), but with a very close general resemblance. They said its colour was dark and mottled, and that its legs were shorter, and feathered lower down than those of the common ostrich. It is more easily caught by the bolas than the other species. The few inhabitants who had seen both kinds, affirmed they could distinguish them apart from a long distance. The eggs of the small species appeared, however, more generally known; and it was remarked, with surprise, that they were very little less than those of the Rhea, but of a slightly different form, and with a tinge of pale blue. This species occurs most rarely on the plains bordering the Rio Negro; but about a degree and a half further south they are tolerably abundant. When at Port Desire, in Patagonia (lat. 48 degs.), Mr. Martens shot an ostrich; and I looked at it, forgetting at the moment, in the most unaccountable manner, the whole subject of the Petises, and thought it was a not full-grown bird of the common sort. It was cooked and eaten before my memory returned. Fortunately the head, neck, legs, wings, many of the larger feathers, and a large part of the skin, had been preserved; and from these a very nearly perfect specimen has been put together, and is now exhibited in the museum of the Zoological Society. Mr. Gould, in describing this new species, has done me the honour of calling it after my name.
When I was at the Rio Negro in Northern Patagonia, I kept hearing the Gauchos talk about a very rare bird they called the Avestruz Petise. They described it as smaller than the common ostrich, which is abundant in the area, but very similar in appearance. They said its color was dark and mottled, its legs were shorter, and it was feathered lower down compared to the common ostrich. It was easier to catch with bolas than the other species. The few locals who had seen both types claimed they could tell them apart from far away. However, the eggs of the smaller species seemed to be more well-known, and people were surprised to find they were only slightly smaller than those of the Rhea but had a slightly different shape and a hint of pale blue. This species is very rare on the plains near the Rio Negro; however, about a degree and a half further south, they are fairly common. While at Port Desire, Patagonia (latitude 48 degrees), Mr. Martens shot an ostrich, and when I saw it, I inexplicably forgot everything about the Petises and thought it was just a not fully grown common ostrich. It was cooked and eaten before I remembered. Luckily, the head, neck, legs, wings, many larger feathers, and a large part of the skin were saved, and from these, a nearly perfect specimen was put together, which is now on display in the museum of the Zoological Society. Mr. Gould, while describing this new species, honored me by naming it after me.
Among the Patagonian Indians in the Strait of Magellan, we found a half Indian, who had lived some years with the tribe, but had been born in the northern provinces. I asked him if he had ever heard of the Avestruz Petise? He answered by saying, "Why, there are none others in these southern countries." He informed me that the number of eggs in the nest of the petise is considerably less than in that of the other kind, namely, not more than fifteen on an average, but he asserted that more than one female deposited them. At Santa Cruz we saw several of these birds. They were excessively wary: I think they could see a person approaching when too far off to be distinguished themselves. In ascending the river few were seen; but in our quiet and rapid descent, many, in pairs and by fours or fives, were observed. It was remarked that this bird did not expand its wings, when first starting at full speed, after the manner of the northern kind. In conclusion I may observe, that the Struthio rhea inhabits the country of La Plata as far as a little south of the Rio Negro in lat. 41 degs., and that the Struthio Darwinii takes its place in Southern Patagonia; the part about the Rio Negro being neutral territory. M. A. d'Orbigny, 516 when at the Rio Negro, made great exertions to procure this bird, but never had the good fortune to succeed. Dobrizhoffer 517 long ago was aware of there being two kinds of ostriches, he says, "You must know, moreover, that Emus differ in size and habits in different tracts of land; for those that inhabit the plains of Buenos Ayres and Tucuman are larger, and have black, white and grey feathers; those near to the Strait of Magellan are smaller and more beautiful, for their white feathers are tipped with black at the extremity, and their black ones in like manner terminate in white."
Among the Patagonian Indians in the Strait of Magellan, we came across a half-Indian who had lived with the tribe for several years but was born in the northern provinces. I asked him if he had ever heard of the Avestruz Petise. He replied, "Well, there aren’t any others in these southern countries." He told me that the number of eggs in a petise nest is significantly lower than that of the other type, averaging no more than fifteen, but he claimed that more than one female lays them. In Santa Cruz, we saw several of these birds. They were extremely cautious; I believe they could see someone approaching from too far away to be seen themselves. When we traveled up the river, we spotted few; however, on our quiet and fast descent, we observed many, in pairs or groups of four or five. It was noted that this bird didn’t spread its wings when it took off at full speed, unlike the northern kind. In summary, I should mention that the Struthio rhea inhabits the area of La Plata up to just south of the Rio Negro at latitude 41 degrees, while the Struthio Darwinii is found in Southern Patagonia, with the region around the Rio Negro being neutral territory. M. A. d'Orbigny, 516 when at the Rio Negro, made significant efforts to obtain this bird but never had the luck to succeed. Dobrizhoffer 517 long ago recognized that there are two kinds of ostriches. He remarked, "You should know that Emus vary in size and behavior across different lands; those living in the plains of Buenos Ayres and Tucuman are larger and have black, white, and grey feathers, while those near the Strait of Magellan are smaller and more striking, with their white feathers ending in black tips, and their black feathers similarly tipped with white."
A very singular little bird, Tinochorus rumicivorus, is here common: in its habits and general appearance, it nearly equally partakes of the characters, different as they are, of the quail and snipe. The Tinochorus is found in the whole of southern South America, wherever there are sterile plains, or open dry pasture land. It frequents in pairs or small flocks the most desolate places, where scarcely another living creature can exist. Upon being approached they squat close, and then are very difficult to be distinguished from the ground. When feeding they walk rather slowly, with their legs wide apart. They dust themselves in roads and sandy places, and frequent particular spots, where they may be found day after day: like partridges, they take wing in a flock. In all these respects, in the muscular gizzard adapted for vegetable food, in the arched beak and fleshy nostrils, short legs and form of foot, the Tinochorus has a close affinity with quails. But as soon as the bird is seen flying, its whole appearance changes; the long pointed wings, so different from those in the gallinaceous order, the irregular manner of flight, and plaintive cry uttered at the moment of rising, recall the idea of a snipe. The sportsmen of the Beagle unanimously called it the short-billed snipe. To this genus, or rather to the family of the Waders, its skeleton shows that it is really related.
A unique little bird, Tinochorus rumicivorus, is quite common here: in its behavior and overall appearance, it shares traits, despite their differences, with both quail and snipe. The Tinochorus is found throughout southern South America, wherever there are barren plains or open dry pastures. It usually hangs out in pairs or small groups in the most desolate areas, where few other creatures can survive. When approached, they hunker down close to the ground, making them hard to spot. While foraging, they walk slowly with their legs spread apart. They like to dust themselves in roads and sandy spots and can be found in the same locations day after day. Like partridges, they take flight as a group. In many ways—in its muscular gizzard suited for plant-based diet, its curved beak and fleshy nostrils, and its short legs and foot structure—the Tinochorus has a strong connection to quails. However, as soon as it takes off, its appearance transforms; the long pointed wings, which are quite different from those in the chicken family, its erratic flying style, and its mournful cry when it rises all remind one of a snipe. The hunters of the Beagle unanimously referred to it as the short-billed snipe. Its skeleton indicates that it is indeed related to this genus, or more accurately, to the family of Waders.
The Tinochorus is closely related to some other South American birds. Two species of the genus Attagis are in almost every respect ptarmigans in their habits; one lives in Tierra del Fuego, above the limits of the forest land; and the other just beneath the snow-line on the Cordillera of Central Chile. A bird of another closely allied genus, Chionis alba, is an inhabitant of the antarctic regions; it feeds on sea-weed and shells on the tidal rocks. Although not web footed, from some unaccountable habit, it is frequently met with far out at sea. This small family of birds is one of those which, from its varied relations to other families, although at present offering only difficulties to the systematic naturalist, ultimately may assist in revealing the grand scheme, common to the present and past ages, on which organized beings have been created.
The Tinochorus is closely related to several other South American birds. Two species from the genus Attagis resemble ptarmigans in nearly every way; one lives in Tierra del Fuego, above the tree line, and the other just below the snow line in the Central Chilean Andes. Another related bird, Chionis alba, is found in the Antarctic regions, feeding on seaweed and shells along the tidal rocks. Although it doesn’t have webbed feet, for some unknown reason, it is often seen far out at sea. This small group of birds, due to its diverse connections to other families, while currently posing challenges for systematic classification, might eventually help to uncover the overall scheme, shared by both present and past times, on which living organisms have been created.
The genus Furnarius contains several species, all small birds, living on the ground, and inhabiting open dry countries. In structure they cannot be compared to any European form. Ornithologists have generally included them among the creepers, although opposed to that family in every habit. The best known species is the common oven-bird of La Plata, the Casara or housemaker of the Spaniards. The nest, whence it takes its name, is placed in the most exposed situations, as on the top of a post, a bare rock, or on a cactus. It is composed of mud and bits of straw, and has strong thick walls: in shape it precisely resembles an oven, or depressed beehive. The opening is large and arched, and directly in front, within the nest, there is a partition, which reaches nearly to the roof, thus forming a passage or antechamber to the true nest.
The genus Furnarius includes several species of small birds that live on the ground in open, dry areas. Their structure is unlike any European bird. Ornithologists usually categorize them with creepers, even though they behave completely differently. The best-known species is the common oven-bird of La Plata, known as the Casara or housemaker by the Spaniards. The nest, which gives it its name, is built in very exposed places, like the top of a post, a bare rock, or on a cactus. It's made of mud and bits of straw, with thick, strong walls. Its shape resembles an oven or a low beehive. The entrance is large and arched, and inside the nest, there's a partition that almost reaches the roof, creating a passage or antechamber leading to the actual nest.
Another and smaller species of Furnarius (F. cunicularius), resembles the oven-bird in the general reddish tint of its plumage, in a peculiar shrill reiterated cry, and in an odd manner of running by starts. From its affinity, the Spaniards call it Casarita (or little housebuilder), although its nidification is quite different. The Casarita builds its nest at the bottom of a narrow cylindrical hole, which is said to extend horizontally to nearly six feet under ground. Several of the country people told me, that when boys, they had attempted to dig out the nest, but had scarcely ever succeeded in getting to the end of the passage. The bird chooses any low bank of firm sandy soil by the side of a road or stream. Here (at Bahia Blanca) the walls round the houses are built of hardened mud, and I noticed that one, which enclosed a courtyard where I lodged, was bored through by round holes in a score of places. On asking the owner the cause of this he bitterly complained of the little casarita, several of which I afterwards observed at work. It is rather curious to find how incapable these birds must be of acquiring any notion of thickness, for although they were constantly flitting over the low wall, they continued vainly to bore through it, thinking it an excellent bank for their nests. I do not doubt that each bird, as often as it came to daylight on the opposite side, was greatly surprised at the marvellous fact.
Another smaller species of Furnarius (F. cunicularius) looks similar to the oven-bird with its reddish plumage, distinctive shrill call, and unique way of running in bursts. Because of its resemblance, the Spaniards call it Casarita (or little housebuilder), even though its nesting habits are quite different. The Casarita builds its nest at the bottom of a narrow cylindrical hole, which reportedly extends nearly six feet horizontally underground. Several locals told me that when they were boys, they tried to dig out the nest but rarely succeeded in reaching the end of the tunnel. The bird chooses any low bank of firm sandy soil alongside a road or stream. Here (at Bahia Blanca), the walls around the houses are made of hardened mud, and I noticed that one surrounding a courtyard where I stayed had been bored through with round holes in several spots. When I asked the owner why, he bitterly complained about the little casarita, several of which I later saw in action. It’s quite interesting to observe how these birds seem oblivious to the thickness of the walls, as they continually flitted over them while persistently trying to bore through, believing it was perfect for their nests. I can only imagine that each bird, upon emerging on the other side, was astonished by the remarkable sight.
I have already mentioned nearly all the mammalia common in this country. Of armadilloes three species occur namely, the Dasypus minutus or pichy, the D. villosus or peludo, and the apar. The first extends ten degrees further south than any other kind; a fourth species, the Mulita, does not come as far south as Bahia Blanca. The four species have nearly similar habits; the peludo, however, is nocturnal, while the others wander by day over the open plains, feeding on beetles, larvae, roots, and even small snakes. The apar, commonly called mataco, is remarkable by having only three moveable bands; the rest of its tesselated covering being nearly inflexible. It has the power of rolling itself into a perfect sphere, like one kind of English woodlouse. In this state it is safe from the attack of dogs; for the dog not being able to take the whole in its mouth, tries to bite one side, and the ball slips away. The smooth hard covering of the mataco offers a better defence than the sharp spines of the hedgehog. The pichy prefers a very dry soil; and the sand-dunes near the coast, where for many months it can never taste water, is its favourite resort: it often tries to escape notice, by squatting close to the ground. In the course of a day's ride, near Bahia Blanca, several were generally met with. The instant one was perceived, it was necessary, in order to catch it, almost to tumble off one's horse; for in soft soil the animal burrowed so quickly, that its hinder quarters would almost disappear before one could alight. It seems almost a pity to kill such nice little animals, for as a Gaucho said, while sharpening his knife on the back of one, "Son tan mansos" (they are so quiet).
I’ve already mentioned almost all the mammals commonly found in this country. Three species of armadillos occur here: the Dasypus minutus or *pichy*, the D. villosus or *peludo*, and the *apar*. The first one is found ten degrees further south than any other type; a fourth species, the *Mulita*, doesn't reach as far south as Bahia Blanca. The four species have similar habits, but the *peludo* is nocturnal, while the others roam during the day across the open plains, feeding on beetles, larvae, roots, and even small snakes. The *apar*, commonly called *mataco*, is notable for having only three movable bands, with the rest of its tiled covering being nearly inflexible. It can roll itself into a perfect sphere, like a type of English woodlouse. In this position, it is safe from dog attacks; since a dog can't fit the whole armadillo in its mouth, it tries to bite one side, causing the ball to roll away. The smooth hard shell of the *mataco* offers better defense than the sharp spines of a hedgehog. The *pichy* prefers very dry soil; the sand dunes near the coast, where it can go for many months without drinking water, are its favorite spot. It often tries to avoid being seen by crouching low to the ground. During a day’s ride near Bahia Blanca, several were usually spotted. The moment one was seen, catching it required almost falling off the horse, because in soft soil, the animal would burrow so quickly that its back end would almost vanish before you could dismount. It feels a bit sad to kill such charming creatures, as a Gaucho said while sharpening his knife on one, "Son tan mansos" (they are so quiet).
Of reptiles there are many kinds: one snake (a Trigonocephalus, or Cophias 518), from the size of the poison channel in its fangs, must be very deadly. Cuvier, in opposition to some other naturalists, makes this a sub-genus of the rattlesnake, and intermediate between it and the viper. In confirmation of this opinion, I observed a fact, which appears to me very curious and instructive, as showing how every character, even though it may be in some degree independent of structure, has a tendency to vary by slow degrees. The extremity of the tail of this snake is terminated by a point, which is very slightly enlarged; and as the animal glides along, it constantly vibrates the last inch; and this part striking against the dry grass and brushwood, produces a rattling noise, which can be distinctly heard at the distance of six feet. As often as the animal was irritated or surprised, its tail was shaken; and the vibrations were extremely rapid. Even as long as the body retained its irritability, a tendency to this habitual movement was evident. This Trigonocephalus has, therefore, in some respects the structure of a viper, with the habits of a rattlesnake: the noise, however, being produced by a simpler device. The expression of this snake's face was hideous and fierce; the pupil consisted of a vertical slit in a mottled and coppery iris; the jaws were broad at the base, and the nose terminated in a triangular projection. I do not think I ever saw anything more ugly, excepting, perhaps, some of the vampire bats. I imagine this repulsive aspect originates from the features being placed in positions, with respect to each other, somewhat proportional to those of the human face; and thus we obtain a scale of hideousness.
Of reptiles, there are many kinds: one snake (a Trigonocephalus, or Cophias 518), based on the size of the poison channel in its fangs, must be very deadly. Cuvier, contrary to some other naturalists, considers this a sub-genus of the rattlesnake, falling in between it and the viper. I noticed something that seems quite interesting and informative, as it shows how every characteristic, even if somewhat independent of structure, tends to vary gradually over time. The tip of this snake's tail ends in a point that is slightly enlarged; as the animal moves, it constantly vibrates the last inch. This part strikes against the dry grass and brushwood, making a rattling sound that can be clearly heard from six feet away. Whenever the animal was disturbed or surprised, its tail would shake, and the vibrations were very rapid. Even while the body remained responsive, there was a clear tendency for this habitual movement. This Trigonocephalus, therefore, has, in some ways, the structure of a viper, but the behavior of a rattlesnake, with the sound produced by a simpler mechanism. The expression on this snake’s face was grotesque and fierce; the pupil was a vertical slit in a mottled, coppery iris; the jaws were broad at the base, and the nose ended in a triangular point. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more ugly, except maybe some of the vampire bats. I think this unattractive appearance comes from the features being positioned in a way that somewhat resembles the proportions of a human face, creating a scale of ugliness.
Amongst the Batrachian reptiles, I found only one little toad (Phryniscus nigricans), which was most singular from its colour. If we imagine, first, that it had been steeped in the blackest ink, and then, when dry, allowed to crawl over a board, freshly painted with the brightest vermilion, so as to colour the soles of its feet and parts of its stomach, a good idea of its appearance will be gained. If it had been an unnamed species, surely it ought to have been called Diabolicus, for it is a fit toad to preach in the ear of Eve. Instead of being nocturnal in its habits, as other toads are, and living in damp obscure recesses, it crawls during the heat of the day about the dry sand-hillocks and arid plains, where not a single drop of water can be found. It must necessarily depend on the dew for its moisture; and this probably is absorbed by the skin, for it is known, that these reptiles possess great powers of cutaneous absorption. At Maldonado, I found one in a situation nearly as dry as at Bahia Blanca, and thinking to give it a great treat, carried it to a pool of water; not only was the little animal unable to swim, but I think without help it would soon have been drowned. Of lizards there were many kinds, but only one (Proctotretus multimaculatus) remarkable from its habits. It lives on the bare sand near the sea coast, and from its mottled colour, the brownish scales being speckled with white, yellowish red, and dirty blue, can hardly be distinguished from the surrounding surface. When frightened, it attempts to avoid discovery by feigning death, with outstretched legs, depressed body, and closed eyes: if further molested, it buries itself with great quickness in the loose sand. This lizard, from its flattened body and short legs, cannot run quickly.
Among the batrachian reptiles, I found just one little toad (Phryniscus nigricans), which was quite unique because of its color. If we imagine that it had been dipped in the darkest ink and then, once dry, crawled over a board freshly painted with bright vermilion, leaving its feet and parts of its belly colored, we would get a good idea of its appearance. If it were an unnamed species, it should definitely be called Diabolicus, because it seems like a suitable toad to whisper in Eve's ear. Unlike other toads that are nocturnal and live in damp, hidden spots, this one crawls around in the heat of the day on dry sand hills and arid plains, where there's not a single drop of water. It likely relies on dew for moisture, which is probably absorbed through its skin, as it's known that these reptiles have excellent abilities for skin absorption. In Maldonado, I found one in an area nearly as dry as Bahia Blanca, and thinking it would enjoy a treat, I took it to a pool of water; not only was the little creature unable to swim, but I believe it would have drowned without assistance. There were many types of lizards, but only one (Proctotretus multimaculatus) stood out because of its habits. It lives on the bare sand near the coast, and its mottled color—brownish scales speckled with white, yellowish-red, and dirty blue—makes it hard to spot against the surrounding surface. When scared, it tries to avoid being seen by pretending to be dead, lying with its legs outstretched, body flat, and eyes closed: if further disturbed, it quickly buries itself in the loose sand. This lizard, with its flat body and short legs, can't run fast.
I will here add a few remarks on the hybernation of animals in this part of South America. When we first arrived at Bahia Blanca, September 7th, 1832, we thought nature had granted scarcely a living creature to this sandy and dry country. By digging, however, in the ground, several insects, large spiders, and lizards were found in a half-torpid state. On the 15th, a few animals began to appear, and by the 18th (three days from the equinox), everything announced the commencement of spring. The plains were ornamented by the flowers of a pink wood-sorrel, wild peas, cenotherae, and geraniums; and the birds began to lay their eggs. Numerous Lamellicorn and Heteromerous insects, the latter remarkable for their deeply sculptured bodies, were slowly crawling about; while the lizard tribe, the constant inhabitants of a sandy soil, darted about in every direction. During the first eleven days, whilst nature was dormant, the mean temperature taken from observations made every two hours on board the Beagle, was 51 degs.; and in the middle of the day the thermometer seldom ranged above 55 degs. On the eleven succeeding days, in which all living things became so animated, the mean was 58 degs., and the range in the middle of the day between 60 and 70 degs. Here, then, an increase of seven degrees in mean temperature, but a greater one of extreme heat, was sufficient to awake the functions of life. At Monte Video, from which we had just before sailed, in the twenty-three days included between the 26th of July and the 19th of August, the mean temperature from 276 observations was 58.4 degs.; the mean hottest day being 65.5 degs., and the coldest 46 degs. The lowest point to which the thermometer fell was 41.5 degs., and occasionally in the middle of the day it rose to 69 or 70 degs. Yet with this high temperature, almost every beetle, several genera of spiders, snails, and land-shells, toads and lizards were all lying torpid beneath stones. But we have seen that at Bahia Blanca, which is four degrees southward and therefore with a climate only a very little colder, this same temperature with a rather less extreme heat, was sufficient to awake all orders of animated beings. This shows how nicely the stimulus required to arouse hybernating animals is governed by the usual climate of the district, and not by the absolute heat. It is well known that within the tropics, the hybernation, or more properly aestivation, of animals is determined not by the temperature, but by the times of drought. Near Rio de Janeiro, I was at first surprised to observe, that, a few days after some little depressions had been filled with water, they were peopled by numerous full-grown shells and beetles, which must have been lying dormant. Humboldt has related the strange accident of a hovel having been erected over a spot where a young crocodile lay buried in the hardened mud. He adds, "The Indians often find enormous boas, which they call Uji or water serpents, in the same lethargic state. To reanimate them, they must be irritated or wetted with water."
I'll add a few comments about the hibernation of animals in this part of South America. When we first arrived at Bahia Blanca on September 7, 1832, we thought nature had barely given this sandy and dry land any living creatures. However, by digging in the ground, we found several insects, large spiders, and lizards in a half-asleep state. On the 15th, some animals started to show up, and by the 18th (three days after the equinox), everything indicated that spring had begun. The plains were decorated with pink wood-sorrel flowers, wild peas, cenotherae, and geraniums; and the birds began laying their eggs. Many Lamellicorn and Heteromerous insects, the latter notable for their intricately sculpted bodies, were slowly moving around; while lizards, the regular inhabitants of sandy soil, dashed in every direction. During the first eleven days, while nature was dormant, the average temperature recorded from observations made every two hours on board the Beagle was 51°F; and in the middle of the day, the thermometer rarely went above 55°F. In the next eleven days, when all living things came alive, the average temperature was 58°F, with daytime highs ranging between 60°F and 70°F. Here, an increase of seven degrees in average temperature, along with a higher extreme heat, was enough to stir the functions of life. At Monte Video, from which we had just sailed, during the twenty-three days between July 26 and August 19, the average temperature from 276 observations was 58.4°F; the hottest day averaged 65.5°F, and the coldest was 46°F. The thermometer dropped to a low of 41.5°F, occasionally rising to 69°F or 70°F in the afternoon. Yet, despite this high temperature, almost every beetle, several species of spiders, snails, and land shells, as well as toads and lizards, were all lying in a dormant state beneath stones. However, we found that at Bahia Blanca, which is four degrees further south and therefore has a climate that's only slightly cooler, this same temperature, with somewhat less extreme heat, was enough to awaken all types of living beings. This illustrates how precisely the stimulus needed to rouse hibernating animals is influenced by the typical climate of the area, rather than just the absolute heat. It's well-known that in the tropics, animal hibernation—or more accurately, aestivation—is triggered not by the temperature but by the dry seasons. Near Rio de Janeiro, I was initially surprised to see that a few days after some small depressions were filled with water, they were populated by numerous adult shells and beetles that must have been dormantly waiting. Humboldt has related the odd incident of a hut being built over a spot where a young crocodile was buried in hardened mud. He adds, "The Indians often find enormous boas, which they call Uji or water serpents, in the same lethargic state. To revive them, they need to be disturbed or splashed with water."
I will only mention one other animal, a zoophyte (I believe Virgularia Patagonica), a kind of sea-pen. It consists of a thin, straight, fleshy stem, with alternate rows of polypi on each side, and surrounding an elastic stony axis, varying in length from eight inches to two feet. The stem at one extremity is truncate, but at the other is terminated by a vermiform fleshy appendage. The stony axis which gives strength to the stem may be traced at this extremity into a mere vessel filled with granular matter. At low water hundreds of these zoophytes might be seen, projecting like stubble, with the truncate end upwards, a few inches above the surface of the muddy sand. When touched or pulled they suddenly drew themselves in with force, so as nearly or quite to disappear. By this action, the highly elastic axis must be bent at the lower extremity, where it is naturally slightly curved; and I imagine it is by this elasticity alone that the zoophyte is enabled to rise again through the mud. Each polypus, though closely united to its brethren, has a distinct mouth, body, and tentacula. Of these polypi, in a large specimen, there must be many thousands; yet we see that they act by one movement: they have also one central axis connected with a system of obscure circulation, and the ova are produced in an organ distinct from the separate individuals. 519 Well may one be allowed to ask, what is an individual? It is always interesting to discover the foundation of the strange tales of the old voyagers; and I have no doubt but that the habits of this Virgularia explain one such case. Captain Lancaster, in his voyage 520 in 1601, narrates that on the sea-sands of the Island of Sombrero, in the East Indies, he "found a small twig growing up like a young tree, and on offering to pluck it up it shrinks down to the ground, and sinks, unless held very hard. On being plucked up, a great worm is found to be its root, and as the tree groweth in greatness, so doth the worm diminish, and as soon as the worm is entirely turned into a tree it rooteth in the earth, and so becomes great. This transformation is one of the strangest wonders that I saw in all my travels: for if this tree is plucked up, while young, and the leaves and bark stripped off, it becomes a hard stone when dry, much like white coral: thus is this worm twice transformed into different natures. Of these we gathered and brought home many."
I’ll mention one more creature, a zoophyte (I think it’s Virgularia Patagonica), a type of sea-pen. It has a thin, straight, fleshy stem with alternating rows of polyps on each side, surrounding a flexible stony core, which can range from eight inches to two feet long. At one end, the stem is flat, while the other end has a worm-like fleshy extension. The stony core that provides strength to the stem can be seen at this end as a simple container filled with grainy material. When the tide is low, you can see hundreds of these zoophytes sticking up like stubble, with the flat end facing up, a few inches above the muddy sand. When touched or pulled, they quickly retract forcefully, almost disappearing. This action bends the highly flexible core at the lower end where it's naturally a bit curved; I believe it's this elasticity that allows the zoophyte to rise again through the mud. Each polyp, while closely connected to its neighbors, has its own mouth, body, and tentacles. In a large specimen, there can be thousands of these polyps, yet they all move as one. They also share one central core connected to a system of unclear circulation, and their eggs are produced in an organ separate from the individual polyps. 519 It’s worth asking, what exactly is an individual? It’s fascinating to uncover the origins of the strange stories from old explorers, and I’m sure the behavior of this Virgularia explains one such tale. Captain Lancaster, in his voyage 520 in 1601, recounts that on the sandy shores of the Island of Sombrero in the East Indies, he "found a small twig growing up like a young tree, and when I tried to pull it up, it shrank down to the ground and sunk, unless I held on tightly. When pulled up, a large worm is discovered to be its root, and as the tree grows in size, the worm shrinks, and as soon as the worm fully turns into a tree, it takes root in the ground and grows big. This transformation is one of the strangest wonders I encountered in all my travels: for if this tree is pulled up while it's young, and the leaves and bark are stripped off, it turns into a hard stone when dry, much like white coral: thus, this worm is transformed twice into different forms. We collected and brought back many of these."
During my stay at Bahia Blanca, while waiting for the Beagle, the place was in a constant state of excitement, from rumours of wars and victories, between the troops of Rosas and the wild Indians. One day an account came that a small party forming one of the postas on the line to Buenos Ayres, had been found all murdered. The next day three hundred men arrived from the Colorado, under the command of Commandant Miranda. A large portion of these men were Indians (mansos, or tame), belonging to the tribe of the Cacique Bernantio. They passed the night here; and it was impossible to conceive anything more wild and savage than the scene of their bivouac. Some drank till they were intoxicated; others swallowed the steaming blood of the cattle slaughtered for their suppers, and then, being sick from drunkenness, they cast it up again, and were besmeared with filth and gore.
During my time in Bahia Blanca, while waiting for the Beagle, the place was always buzzing with excitement due to rumors of wars and victories between Rosas’s troops and the wild Indians. One day, news came in that a small group stationed on the route to Buenos Aires had been found murdered. The next day, three hundred men showed up from the Colorado, led by Commandant Miranda. A large number of these men were Indians (mansos, or tame), from the tribe of Cacique Bernantio. They stayed the night here, and it was impossible to imagine anything more wild and savage than their campsite. Some drank until they got drunk; others drank the warm blood of the cattle killed for their dinners, and then, sick from the alcohol, they vomited it up, getting covered in filth and gore.
Nam simul expletus dapibus, vinoque sepultus Cervicem inflexam posuit, jacuitque per antrum Immensus, saniem eructans, ac frusta cruenta Per somnum commixta mero.
Nam simul expletus dapibus, vinoque sepultus Cervicem inflexam posuit, jacuitque per antrum Immensus, saniem eructans, ac frusta cruenta Per somnum commixta mero.
In the morning they started for the scene of the murder, with orders to follow the "rastro," or track, even if it led them to Chile. We subsequently heard that the wild Indians had escaped into the great Pampas, and from some cause the track had been missed. One glance at the rastro tells these people a whole history. Supposing they examine the track of a thousand horses, they will soon guess the number of mounted ones by seeing how many have cantered; by the depth of the other impressions, whether any horses were loaded with cargoes; by the irregularity of the footsteps, how far tired; by the manner in which the food has been cooked, whether the pursued travelled in haste; by the general appearance, how long it has been since they passed. They consider a rastro of ten days or a fortnight, quite recent enough to be hunted out. We also heard that Miranda struck from the west end of the Sierra Ventana, in a direct line to the island of Cholechel, situated seventy leagues up the Rio Negro. This is a distance of between two and three hundred miles, through a country completely unknown. What other troops in the world are so independent? With the sun for their guide, mare's flesh for food, their saddle-cloths for beds,—as long as there is a little water, these men would penetrate to the end of the world.
In the morning, they set out for the murder scene, instructed to follow the "rastro," or track, even if it led them to Chile. We later learned that the wild Indians had escaped into the vast Pampas, and for some reason, the track had been lost. A single look at the rastro reveals a whole story to these people. If they examine the track of a thousand horses, they’ll quickly estimate how many were mounted by observing how many had cantered; by the depth of the other impressions, they can tell if any horses were carrying loads; by the irregularity of the footprints, they can see how far the horses were tired; by the way the food was cooked, they can judge whether the pursued were in a hurry; by the overall appearance, they can determine how long it’s been since the horses passed. They consider a rastro that’s ten days or two weeks old to still be fresh enough to track. We also heard that Miranda moved from the west end of the Sierra Ventana directly toward the island of Cholechel, located seventy leagues up the Rio Negro. That’s a distance of between two and three hundred miles through completely unknown territory. What other troops in the world are this independent? With the sun as their guide, eating mare's flesh for food and using their saddle blankets as beds— as long as there’s a little water, these men could travel to the ends of the earth.
A few days afterwards I saw another troop of these banditti-like soldiers start on an expedition against a tribe of Indians at the small Salinas, who had been betrayed by a prisoner cacique. The Spaniard who brought the orders for this expedition was a very intelligent man. He gave me an account of the last engagement at which he was present. Some Indians, who had been taken prisoners, gave information of a tribe living north of the Colorado. Two hundred soldiers were sent; and they first discovered the Indians by a cloud of dust from their horses' feet, as they chanced to be travelling. The country was mountainous and wild, and it must have been far in the interior, for the Cordillera were in sight. The Indians, men, women, and children, were about one hundred and ten in number, and they were nearly all taken or killed, for the soldiers sabre every man. The Indians are now so terrified that they offer no resistance in a body, but each flies, neglecting even his wife and children; but when overtaken, like wild animals, they fight against any number to the last moment. One dying Indian seized with his teeth the thumb of his adversary, and allowed his own eye to be forced out sooner than relinquish his hold. Another, who was wounded, feigned death, keeping a knife ready to strike one more fatal blow. My informer said, when he was pursuing an Indian, the man cried out for mercy, at the same time that he was covertly loosing the bolas from his waist, meaning to whirl it round his head and so strike his pursuer. "I however struck him with my sabre to the ground, and then got off my horse, and cut his throat with my knife." This is a dark picture; but how much more shocking is the unquestionable fact, that all the women who appear above twenty years old are massacred in cold blood! When I exclaimed that this appeared rather inhuman, he answered, "Why, what can be done? they breed so!"
A few days later, I saw another group of these bandit-like soldiers set out on a mission against a tribe of Indians at the small Salinas, who had been betrayed by a captured leader. The Spaniard who brought the orders for this expedition was very sharp. He told me about the last battle he attended. Some Indians who had been captured provided information about a tribe living north of the Colorado River. Two hundred soldiers were sent out, and they first spotted the Indians by a cloud of dust from their horses' hooves as they traveled. The area was rugged and wild, and it had to be deep in the interior, as the mountain range was visible. The group of Indians, including men, women, and children, numbered around one hundred and ten, and nearly all were captured or killed, as the soldiers slashed down every man. The Indians are now so scared that they offer no group resistance; instead, they flee, often abandoning their wives and children. However, when pursued, like wild animals, they will fight fiercely until the end. One dying Indian bit his adversary's thumb and let his own eye be gouged out rather than let go. Another, who was wounded, pretended to be dead while keeping a knife ready to deliver one last fatal blow. My informant said that when he was chasing an Indian, the man cried out for mercy while secretly loosening the bolas from his waist, intending to swing it around and strike his pursuer. "I, however, struck him down with my saber, got off my horse, and cut his throat with my knife." This is a grim image; but how much more horrific is the undeniable fact that all women over twenty years old are slaughtered in cold blood! When I exclaimed that this seemed extremely inhumane, he replied, "Well, what can be done? They keep having more!"
Every one here is fully convinced that this is the most just war, because it is against barbarians. Who would believe in this age that such atrocities could be committed in a Christian civilized country? The children of the Indians are saved, to be sold or given away as servants, or rather slaves for as long a time as the owners can make them believe themselves slaves; but I believe in their treatment there is little to complain of.
Everyone here is completely convinced that this is the most righteous war because it’s against barbarians. Who would think that in this day and age such atrocities could happen in a civilized Christian country? The Indian children are saved, only to be sold or given away as servants, or rather as slaves for as long as their owners can convince them they are slaves; but I think there’s not much to complain about regarding their treatment.
In the battle four men ran away together. They were pursued, one was killed, and the other three were taken alive. They turned out to be messengers or ambassadors from a large body of Indians, united in the common cause of defence, near the Cordillera. The tribe to which they had been sent was on the point of holding a grand council, the feast of mare's flesh was ready, and the dance prepared: in the morning the ambassadors were to have returned to the Cordillera. They were remarkably fine men, very fair, above six feet high, and all under thirty years of age. The three survivors of course possessed very valuable information and to extort this they were placed in a line. The two first being questioned, answered, "No se" (I do not know), and were one after the other shot. The third also said "No se;" adding, "Fire, I am a man, and can die!" Not one syllable would they breathe to injure the united cause of their country! The conduct of the above-mentioned cacique was very different; he saved his life by betraying the intended plan of warfare, and the point of union in the Andes. It was believed that there were already six or seven hundred Indians together, and that in summer their numbers would be doubled. Ambassadors were to have been sent to the Indians at the small Salinas, near Bahia Blanca, whom I have mentioned that this same cacique had betrayed. The communication, therefore, between the Indians, extends from the Cordillera to the coast of the Atlantic.
In the battle, four men ran away together. They were chased, one was killed, and the other three were captured alive. It turned out they were messengers or ambassadors from a large group of Indians united for defense near the Cordillera. The tribe they were sent to was about to hold a grand council; the feast of horse meat was ready, and the dance was prepared. In the morning, the ambassadors were supposed to return to the Cordillera. They were quite impressive men, very fair, over six feet tall, and all under thirty years old. The three survivors had valuable information, and to extract this, they were lined up. The first two were questioned, answered "No se" (I don't know), and were shot one after the other. The third also said "No se," adding, "Fire, I'm a man, and can die!" They refused to say anything that would harm the united cause of their country. The behavior of the aforementioned cacique was very different; he saved himself by revealing the planned warfare strategy and the meeting point in the Andes. It was believed there were already six or seven hundred Indians gathered, and that their numbers would double in summer. Ambassadors were supposed to be sent to the Indians at the small Salinas near Bahia Blanca, whom I mentioned this same cacique had betrayed. Therefore, communication between the Indians extended from the Cordillera to the Atlantic coast.
General Rosas's plan is to kill all stragglers, and having driven the remainder to a common point, to attack them in a body, in the summer, with the assistance of the Chilenos. This operation is to be repeated for three successive years. I imagine the summer is chosen as the time for the main attack, because the plains are then without water, and the Indians can only travel in particular directions. The escape of the Indians to the south of the Rio Negro, where in such a vast unknown country they would be safe, is prevented by a treaty with the Tehuelches to this effect;—that Rosas pays them so much to slaughter every Indian who passes to the south of the river, but if they fail in so doing, they themselves are to be exterminated. The war is waged chiefly against the Indians near the Cordillera; for many of the tribes on this eastern side are fighting with Rosas. The general, however, like Lord Chesterfield, thinking that his friends may in a future day become his enemies, always places them in the front ranks, so that their numbers may be thinned. Since leaving South America we have heard that this war of extermination completely failed.
General Rosas's plan is to eliminate all stragglers, and after driving the remaining people to a central location, to launch a coordinated attack in the summer, with help from the Chilenos. This operation is set to repeat for three consecutive years. I assume summer is chosen for the main attack because the plains lack water then, making it difficult for the Indians to travel in various directions. The escape of the Indians to the south of the Rio Negro, where they would be safe in such a vast unknown territory, is blocked by a treaty with the Tehuelches; Rosas pays them a certain amount to kill every Indian who crosses to the south of the river, and if they don't succeed, they will themselves be exterminated. The war primarily targets the Indians near the Cordillera; many tribes on the eastern side are fighting alongside Rosas. However, like Lord Chesterfield, who believed that his friends might become his enemies one day, the general always places them in the front lines to reduce their numbers. Since leaving South America, we've heard that this extermination campaign completely failed.
Among the captive girls taken in the same engagement, there were two very pretty Spanish ones, who had been carried away by the Indians when young, and could now only speak the Indian tongue. From their account they must have come from Salta, a distance in a straight line of nearly one thousand miles. This gives one a grand idea of the immense territory over which the Indians roam: yet, great as it is, I think there will not, in another half-century, be a wild Indian northward of the Rio Negro. The warfare is too bloody to last; the Christians killing every Indian, and the Indians doing the same by the Christians. It is melancholy to trace how the Indians have given way before the Spanish invaders. Schirdel 521 says that in 1535, when Buenos Ayres was founded, there were villages containing two and three thousand inhabitants. Even in Falconer's time (1750) the Indians made inroads as far as Luxan, Areco, and Arrecife, but now they are driven beyond the Salado. Not only have whole tribes been exterminated, but the remaining Indians have become more barbarous: instead of living in large villages, and being employed in the arts of fishing, as well as of the chase, they now wander about the open plains, without home or fixed occupation.
Among the captive girls taken in the same engagement, there were two very pretty Spanish ones, who had been taken by the Indians when they were young and could now only speak the Indian language. From what they described, they must have come from Salta, which is nearly one thousand miles away in a straight line. This gives a huge idea of the vast territory over which the Indians roam: yet, as great as it is, I think that in another fifty years, there will be no wild Indians north of the Rio Negro. The fighting is too brutal to continue; the Christians are killing every Indian, and the Indians are doing the same to the Christians. It’s sad to see how the Indians have fallen to the Spanish invaders. Schirdel 521 says that in 1535, when Buenos Aires was founded, there were villages with two and three thousand residents. Even in Falconer's time (1750), the Indians ventured as far as Luxan, Areco, and Arrecife, but now they have been pushed beyond the Salado. Entire tribes have been wiped out, and the remaining Indians have become more savage: instead of living in large villages and engaging in fishing and hunting, they now roam the open plains without a home or steady occupation.
I heard also some account of an engagement which took place, a few weeks previously to the one mentioned, at Cholechel. This is a very important station on account of being a pass for horses; and it was, in consequence, for some time the head-quarters of a division of the army. When the troops first arrived there they found a tribe of Indians, of whom they killed twenty or thirty. The cacique escaped in a manner which astonished every one. The chief Indians always have one or two picked horses, which they keep ready for any urgent occasion. On one of these, an old white horse, the cacique sprung, taking with him his little son. The horse had neither saddle nor bridle. To avoid the shots, the Indian rode in the peculiar method of his nation namely, with an arm round the horse's neck, and one leg only on its back. Thus hanging on one side, he was seen patting the horse's head, and talking to him. The pursuers urged every effort in the chase; the Commandant three times changed his horse, but all in vain. The old Indian father and his son escaped, and were free. What a fine picture one can form in one's mind,—the naked, bronze-like figure of the old man with his little boy, riding like a Mazeppa on the white horse, thus leaving far behind him the host of his pursuers!
I also heard about an engagement that happened a few weeks before the one mentioned, at Cholechel. This is an important location because it serves as a pass for horses, and for a while, it was the headquarters of a division of the army. When the troops first arrived, they encountered a tribe of Indians and killed about twenty or thirty of them. The cacique managed to escape in a way that surprised everyone. The chief Indians always have one or two chosen horses prepared for emergencies. The cacique jumped on one of these, an old white horse, taking his little son with him. The horse had no saddle or bridle. To avoid being shot, the Indian rode in the unique style of his people, with one arm around the horse's neck and one leg on its back. Hanging off to one side, he was seen petting the horse's head and talking to it. The pursuers did everything they could to catch them; the Commandant changed his horse three times, but it was all in vain. The old Indian and his son managed to escape and were free. What a vivid picture one can imagine—the naked, bronze-like figure of the old man with his little boy, riding like Mazeppa on the white horse, leaving behind a host of pursuers!
I saw one day a soldier striking fire with a piece of flint, which I immediately recognised as having been a part of the head of an arrow. He told me it was found near the island of Cholechel, and that they are frequently picked up there. It was between two and three inches long, and therefore twice as large as those now used in Tierra del Fuego: it was made of opaque cream-coloured flint, but the point and barbs had been intentionally broken off. It is well known that no Pampas Indians now use bows and arrows. I believe a small tribe in Banda Oriental must be excepted; but they are widely separated from the Pampas Indians, and border close on those tribes that inhabit the forest, and live on foot. It appears, therefore, that these arrow-heads are antiquarian 522 relics of the Indians, before the great change in habits consequent on the introduction of the horse into South America.
I saw a soldier one day starting a fire with a piece of flint, which I instantly recognized as part of an arrowhead. He told me it was found near the island of Cholechel, and that people often find them there. It was about two to three inches long, making it twice the size of those currently used in Tierra del Fuego. It was made of opaque cream-colored flint, but the tip and barbs had been intentionally broken off. It's well known that no Pampas Indians use bows and arrows anymore. I believe a small tribe in Banda Oriental might be an exception, but they are quite far from the Pampas Indians and are close to tribes that live in the forest and are more mobile. It seems, therefore, that these arrowheads are ancient 522 relics from the Indians before their lifestyle changed significantly with the introduction of horses in South America.
CHAPTER VI — BAHIA BLANCA TO BUENOS AYRES
Set out for Buenos Ayres—Rio Sauce—Sierra Ventana—Third Posta—Driving Horses—Bolas—Partridges and Foxes—Features of the Country—Long-legged Plover—Teru-tero—Hail-storm—Natural Enclosures in the Sierra Tapalguen—Flesh of Puma—Meat Diet—Guardia del Monte—Effects of Cattle on the Vegetation—Cardoon—Buenos Ayres—Corral where Cattle are Slaughtered.
Headed to Buenos Aires—Rio Sauce—Sierra Ventana—Third Posta—Horse Driving—Bolas—Partridges and Foxes—Landscape Features—Long-legged Plover—Teru-tero—Hailstorm—Natural Enclosures in the Sierra Tapalguen—Puma Meat—Meat Diet—Guardia del Monte—Impact of Cattle on Vegetation—Cardoon—Buenos Aires—Corral where Cattle are Slaughtered.
SEPTEMBER 18th.—I hired a Gaucho to accompany me on my ride to Buenos Ayres, though with some difficulty, as the father of one man was afraid to let him go, and another, who seemed willing, was described to me as so fearful, that I was afraid to take him, for I was told that even if he saw an ostrich at a distance, he would mistake it for an Indian, and would fly like the wind away. The distance to Buenos Ayres is about four hundred miles, and nearly the whole way through an uninhabited country. We started early in the morning; ascending a few hundred feet from the basin of green turf on which Bahia Blanca stands, we entered on a wide desolate plain. It consists of a crumbling argillaceo-calcareous rock, which, from the dry nature of the climate, supports only scattered tufts of withered grass, without a single bush or tree to break the monotonous uniformity. The weather was fine, but the atmosphere remarkably hazy; I thought the appearance foreboded a gale, but the Gauchos said it was owing to the plain, at some great distance in the interior, being on fire. After a long gallop, having changed horses twice, we reached the Rio Sauce: it is a deep, rapid, little stream, not above twenty-five feet wide. The second posta on the road to Buenos Ayres stands on its banks, a little above there is a ford for horses, where the water does not reach to the horses' belly; but from that point, in its course to the sea, it is quite impassable, and hence makes a most useful barrier against the Indians.
SEPTEMBER 18th.—I hired a Gaucho to ride with me to Buenos Aires, though it was a bit tough to find one. One man’s father didn't want him to go, and another guy, who seemed eager, was so scared that I was hesitant to take him. I heard that even if he spotted an ostrich from far away, he’d think it was an Indian and take off running. The distance to Buenos Aires is about four hundred miles, almost all through unpopulated land. We set out early in the morning; after climbing a few hundred feet from the green grass basin where Bahia Blanca is located, we entered a wide, barren plain. It consists of crumbling clay and limestone, which, due to the dry climate, only supports scattered patches of dried grass, without a single bush or tree to break the endless monotony. The weather was nice, but the air was surprisingly hazy; I thought it might signal a storm, but the Gauchos said it was because of a fire burning far inland. After a long ride, having switched horses twice, we arrived at the Rio Sauce: it’s a deep, fast-moving little stream, no more than twenty-five feet wide. The second post along the way to Buenos Aires is located on its banks; just a little upstream is a ford for horses, where the water is shallow enough not to reach their bellies. However, beyond that point, as it flows toward the sea, it's completely impassable, which makes it a useful barrier against the Indians.
Insignificant as this stream is, the Jesuit Falconer, whose information is generally so very correct, figures it as a considerable river, rising at the foot of the Cordillera. With respect to its source, I do not doubt that this is the case for the Gauchos assured me, that in the middle of the dry summer, this stream, at the same time with the Colorado has periodical floods; which can only originate in the snow melting on the Andes. It is extremely improbable that a stream so small as the Sauce then was, should traverse the entire width of the continent; and indeed, if it were the residue of a large river, its waters, as in other ascertained cases, would be saline. During the winter we must look to the springs round the Sierra Ventana as the source of its pure and limpid stream. I suspect the plains of Patagonia like those of Australia, are traversed by many water-courses which only perform their proper parts at certain periods. Probably this is the case with the water which flows into the head of Port Desire, and likewise with the Rio Chupat, on the banks of which masses of highly cellular scoriae were found by the officers employed in the survey.
Insignificant as this stream may be, the Jesuit Falconer, whose information is usually quite accurate, describes it as a significant river, starting at the base of the Cordillera. As for its source, I believe this is correct because the Gauchos told me that during the height of the dry summer, this stream, along with the Colorado, experiences periodic flooding; this can only come from the snow melting on the Andes. It's highly unlikely that a stream as small as the Sauce was then could cross the entire width of the continent; in fact, if it were a remnant of a larger river, its waters would be saline, as seen in other known cases. During the winter, we should consider the springs around the Sierra Ventana as the source of its clear and pure stream. I suspect that the plains of Patagonia, like those in Australia, are crossed by many watercourses that only function at certain times. This likely applies to the water that flows into the head of Port Desire, as well as the Rio Chupat, along whose banks the officers carrying out the survey found large amounts of highly porous scoriae.
As it was early in the afternoon when we arrived, we took fresh horses, and a soldier for a guide, and started for the Sierra de la Ventana. This mountain is visible from the anchorage at Bahia Blanca; and Capt. Fitz Roy calculates its height to be 3340 feet—an altitude very remarkable on this eastern side of the continent. I am not aware that any foreigner, previous to my visit, had ascended this mountain; and indeed very few of the soldiers at Bahia Blanca knew anything about it. Hence we heard of beds of coal, of gold and silver, of caves, and of forests, all of which inflamed my curiosity, only to disappoint it. The distance from the posta was about six leagues over a level plain of the same character as before. The ride was, however, interesting, as the mountain began to show its true form. When we reached the foot of the main ridge, we had much difficulty in finding any water, and we thought we should have been obliged to have passed the night without any. At last we discovered some by looking close to the mountain, for at the distance even of a few hundred yards the streamlets were buried and entirely lost in the friable calcareous stone and loose detritus. I do not think Nature ever made a more solitary, desolate pile of rock;—it well deserves its name of Hurtado, or separated. The mountain is steep, extremely rugged, and broken, and so entirely destitute of trees, and even bushes, that we actually could not make a skewer to stretch out our meat over the fire of thistle-stalks. 61 The strange aspect of this mountain is contrasted by the sea-like plain, which not only abuts against its steep sides, but likewise separates the parallel ranges. The uniformity of the colouring gives an extreme quietness to the view,—the whitish grey of the quartz rock, and the light brown of the withered grass of the plain, being unrelieved by any brighter tint. From custom, one expects to see in the neighbourhood of a lofty and bold mountain, a broken country strewed over with huge fragments. Here nature shows that the last movement before the bed of the sea is changed into dry land may sometimes be one of tranquillity. Under these circumstances I was curious to observe how far from the parent rock any pebbles could be found. On the shores of Bahia Blanca, and near the settlement, there were some of quartz, which certainly must have come from this source: the distance is forty-five miles.
Since we arrived early in the afternoon, we got fresh horses, a soldier as a guide, and set off for the Sierra de la Ventana. This mountain can be seen from the anchorage at Bahia Blanca, and Captain Fitz Roy estimates its height to be 3,340 feet—an impressive elevation on this eastern side of the continent. I’m not aware of any foreigner who climbed this mountain before my visit, and very few soldiers at Bahia Blanca knew much about it. As a result, we heard stories of coal beds, gold and silver, caves, and forests, which sparked my curiosity, only to let me down. The distance from the posta was about six leagues over a flat plain that was similar to what we’d seen before. The ride was interesting, though, as the mountain began to reveal its true shape. When we reached the base of the main ridge, we struggled to find any water and thought we might have to spend the night without any. Finally, we found some by looking closely to the mountain, as the streamlets were hidden and completely obscured in the loose calcareous stone and debris, even just a few hundred yards away. I don’t think Nature has ever created a more isolated, desolate pile of rocks; it truly deserves its name Hurtado, or separated. The mountain is steep, extremely rugged, and broken, and completely lacking in trees and even bushes, so we couldn’t even find a skewer to stretch our meat over the fire from thistle stalks. 61 The unusual look of this mountain contrasts with the sea-like plain, which not only borders its steep sides but also separates the parallel ranges. The uniformity of the colors gives a profound stillness to the view—the whitish-grey of the quartz rock and the light brown of the dried grass on the plain being unbroken by any brighter hue. Typically, one expects to see a rugged landscape strewn with large fragments near a tall, bold mountain. Here, nature shows that the last shift before the seabed changes to dry land can sometimes be one of calm. Given these conditions, I was curious to see how far from the parent rock any pebbles could be found. Along the shores of Bahia Blanca, and near the settlement, there were some quartz pebbles, which must have come from this area: the distance is forty-five miles.
The dew, which in the early part of the night wetted the saddle-cloths under which we slept, was in the morning frozen. The plain, though appearing horizontal, had insensibly sloped up to a height of between 800 and 900 feet above the sea. In the morning (9th of September) the guide told me to ascend the nearest ridge, which he thought would lead me to the four peaks that crown the summit. The climbing up such rough rocks was very fatiguing; the sides were so indented, that what was gained in one five minutes was often lost in the next. At last, when I reached the ridge, my disappointment was extreme in finding a precipitous valley as deep as the plain, which cut the chain transversely in two, and separated me from the four points. This valley is very narrow, but flat-bottomed, and it forms a fine horse-pass for the Indians, as it connects the plains on the northern and southern sides of the range. Having descended, and while crossing it, I saw two horses grazing: I immediately hid myself in the long grass, and began to reconnoitre; but as I could see no signs of Indians I proceeded cautiously on my second ascent. It was late in the day, and this part of the mountain, like the other, was steep and rugged. I was on the top of the second peak by two o'clock, but got there with extreme difficulty; every twenty yards I had the cramp in the upper part of both thighs, so that I was afraid I should not have been able to have got down again. It was also necessary to return by another road, as it was out of the question to pass over the saddle-back. I was therefore obliged to give up the two higher peaks. Their altitude was but little greater, and every purpose of geology had been answered; so that the attempt was not worth the hazard of any further exertion. I presume the cause of the cramp was the great change in the kind of muscular action, from that of hard riding to that of still harder climbing. It is a lesson worth remembering, as in some cases it might cause much difficulty.
The dew that had soaked the saddle blankets we slept under at night was frozen in the morning. The plain, though it looked flat, actually sloped up to around 800 to 900 feet above sea level. On the morning of September 9th, the guide advised me to climb the nearest ridge, which he believed would lead me to the four peaks at the summit. Climbing the rough rocks was exhausting; the sides were so uneven that what I gained in five minutes could easily be lost in the next. Finally, when I reached the ridge, I was extremely disappointed to find a steep valley as deep as the plain, cutting through the mountain range and separating me from the four peaks. This valley is narrow but has a flat bottom, making it a great horse pass for the Indians, connecting the northern and southern plains of the range. After descending and crossing it, I spotted two horses grazing. I quickly hid in the tall grass and started scouting, but since I saw no signs of Indians, I cautiously continued my second ascent. It was late in the day, and this part of the mountain, like the other, was steep and rocky. I reached the top of the second peak by two o'clock, but it was extremely difficult to get there; every twenty yards, I experienced cramps in the upper part of both thighs, making me fear I wouldn’t be able to get back down. I also had to take a different route back, as it was impossible to go over the saddle-back. So, I had to give up on climbing the two higher peaks. Their height was only slightly greater, and all my geological objectives had been met, so the risk of further effort wasn’t worth it. I think the cramps were caused by the drastic shift in muscle activity, from hard riding to even tougher climbing. It’s a lesson worth remembering, as it could lead to serious difficulties in other situations.
I have already said the mountain is composed of white quartz rock, and with it a little glossy clay-slate is associated. At the height of a few hundred feet above the plain patches of conglomerate adhered in several places to the solid rock. They resembled in hardness, and in the nature of the cement, the masses which may be seen daily forming on some coasts. I do not doubt these pebbles were in a similar manner aggregated, at a period when the great calcareous formation was depositing beneath the surrounding sea. We may believe that the jagged and battered forms of the hard quartz yet show the effects of the waves of an open ocean.
I've already mentioned that the mountain is made up of white quartz rock, along with some shiny clay-slate. A few hundred feet above the plain, patches of conglomerate clung to the solid rock in several spots. They were similar in hardness and the type of cement to the masses that can be seen daily forming on some coastlines. I have no doubt that these pebbles were gathered in a similar way during a time when the large calcareous formation was being deposited under the surrounding sea. The jagged and worn shapes of the hard quartz still display the impact of the waves from an open ocean.
I was, on the whole, disappointed with this ascent. Even the view was insignificant;—a plain like the sea, but without its beautiful colour and defined outline. The scene, however, was novel, and a little danger, like salt to meat, gave it a relish. That the danger was very little was certain, for my two companions made a good fire—a thing which is never done when it is suspected that Indians are near. I reached the place of our bivouac by sunset, and drinking much mate, and smoking several cigaritos, soon made up my bed for the night. The wind was very strong and cold, but I never slept more comfortably.
I was, overall, let down by this climb. Even the view wasn’t impressive; it looked like an ocean but without its beautiful colors and clear boundaries. The scene was new, though, and a hint of danger added a little excitement. It was clear that the danger was minimal since my two companions built a nice fire—a thing that’s never done when there’s a suspicion of nearby Indians. I got to our campsite by sunset, drank a lot of mate, and smoked several little cigars before getting my bed ready for the night. The wind was really strong and cold, but I’ve never slept more comfortably.
September 10th.—In the morning, having fairly scudded before the gale, we arrived by the middle of the day at the Sauce posta. In the road we saw great numbers of deer, and near the mountain a guanaco. The plain, which abuts against the Sierra, is traversed by some curious gullies, of which one was about twenty feet wide, and at least thirty deep; we were obliged in consequence to make a considerable circuit before we could find a pass. We stayed the night at the posta, the conversation, as was generally the case, being about the Indians. The Sierra Ventana was formerly a great place of resort; and three or four years ago there was much fighting there. My guide had been present when many Indians were killed: the women escaped to the top of the ridge, and fought most desperately with great stones; many thus saving themselves.
September 10th.—In the morning, after sailing briskly with the wind, we reached the Sauce posta by midday. Along the road, we saw a lot of deer, and near the mountain, a guanaco. The plain next to the Sierra has some interesting gullies, one of which was about twenty feet wide and at least thirty feet deep; we had to make a significant detour before we could find a way through. We stayed the night at the posta, and as usual, the conversation centered around the Indians. The Sierra Ventana used to be a popular spot, and a few years ago, there was a lot of fighting there. My guide had been there when many Indians were killed; the women fled to the top of the ridge and fought fiercely with large stones, many managing to save themselves.
September 11th.—Proceeded to the third posta in company with the lieutenant who commanded it. The distance is called fifteen leagues; but it is only guess-work, and is generally overstated. The road was uninteresting, over a dry grassy plain; and on our left hand at a greater or less distance there were some low hills; a continuation of which we crossed close to the posta. Before our arrival we met a large herd of cattle and horses, guarded by fifteen soldiers; but we were told many had been lost. It is very difficult to drive animals across the plains; for if in the night a puma, or even a fox, approaches, nothing can prevent the horses dispersing in every direction; and a storm will have the same effect. A short time since, an officer left Buenos Ayres with five hundred horses, and when he arrived at the army he had under twenty.
September 11th.—We headed to the third posta with the lieutenant in charge. The distance is said to be fifteen leagues, but that's just an estimate and is usually exaggerated. The journey was dull, over a dry grassy plain, with low hills on our left side at various distances, which we crossed near the posta. Before we got there, we came across a large herd of cattle and horses, watched over by fifteen soldiers, but we were informed that many of them had been lost. It's really tough to herd animals across the plains; if a puma or even a fox comes close at night, the horses will scatter in all directions, and a storm will have the same effect. Not long ago, an officer left Buenos Ayres with five hundred horses, and by the time he reached the army, he had fewer than twenty.
Soon afterwards we perceived by the cloud of dust, that a party of horsemen were coming towards us; when far distant my companions knew them to be Indians, by their long hair streaming behind their backs. The Indians generally have a fillet round their heads, but never any covering; and their black hair blowing across their swarthy faces, heightens to an uncommon degree the wildness of their appearance. They turned out to be a party of Bernantio's friendly tribe, going to a salina for salt. The Indians eat much salt, their children sucking it like sugar. This habit is very different from that of the Spanish Gauchos, who, leading the same kind of life, eat scarcely any; according to Mungo Park, 62 it is people who live on vegetable food who have an unconquerable desire for salt. The Indians gave us good-humoured nods as they passed at full gallop, driving before them a troop of horses, and followed by a train of lanky dogs.
Soon afterwards, we noticed a cloud of dust indicating that a group of horsemen was approaching us. From a distance, my companions recognized them as Indians because of their long hair streaming behind them. The Indians typically wear a band around their heads, but no other head covering; their black hair blowing across their dark faces intensifies the wildness of their look. They turned out to be a group from Bernantio's friendly tribe heading to a salt flat for salt. Indians consume a lot of salt, with their children sucking on it like candy. This behavior is quite different from that of the Spanish Gauchos, who live a similar lifestyle but eat very little salt. According to Mungo Park, 62 it is those who primarily eat vegetables that have an insatiable craving for salt. The Indians gave us cheerful nods as they rode past at full gallop, herding a group of horses and followed by a train of lean dogs.
September 12th and 13th.—I stayed at this posta two days, waiting for a troop of soldiers, which General Rosas had the kindness to send to inform me, would shortly travel to Buenos Ayres; and he advised me to take the opportunity of the escort. In the morning we rode to some neighbouring hills to view the country, and to examine the geology. After dinner the soldiers divided themselves into two parties for a trial of skill with the bolas. Two spears were stuck in the ground twenty-five yards apart, but they were struck and entangled only once in four or five times. The balls can be thrown fifty or sixty yards, but with little certainty. This, however, does not apply to a man on horseback; for when the speed of the horse is added to the force of the arm, it is said, that they can be whirled with effect to the distance of eighty yards. As a proof of their force, I may mention, that at the Falkland Islands, when the Spaniards murdered some of their own countrymen and all the Englishmen, a young friendly Spaniard was running away, when a great tall man, by name Luciano, came at full gallop after him, shouting to him to stop, and saying that he only wanted to speak to him. Just as the Spaniard was on the point of reaching the boat, Luciano threw the balls: they struck him on the legs with such a jerk, as to throw him down and to render him for some time insensible. The man, after Luciano had had his talk, was allowed to escape. He told us that his legs were marked by great weals, where the thong had wound round, as if he had been flogged with a whip. In the middle of the day two men arrived, who brought a parcel from the next posta to be forwarded to the general: so that besides these two, our party consisted this evening of my guide and self, the lieutenant, and his four soldiers. The latter were strange beings; the first a fine young negro; the second half Indian and negro; and the two others non-descripts; namely, an old Chilian miner, the colour of mahogany, and another partly a mulatto; but two such mongrels with such detestable expressions, I never saw before. At night, when they were sitting round the fire, and playing at cards, I retired to view such a Salvator Rosa scene. They were seated under a low cliff, so that I could look down upon them; around the party were lying dogs, arms, remnants of deer and ostriches; and their long spears were stuck in the turf. Further in the dark background, their horses were tied up, ready for any sudden danger. If the stillness of the desolate plain was broken by one of the dogs barking, a soldier, leaving the fire, would place his head close to the ground, and thus slowly scan the horizon. Even if the noisy teru-tero uttered its scream, there would be a pause in the conversation, and every head, for a moment, a little inclined.
September 12th and 13th.—I stayed at this posta for two days, waiting for a group of soldiers that General Rosas kindly sent to inform me would soon be traveling to Buenos Aires; he advised me to take advantage of the escort. In the morning, we rode to some nearby hills to check out the landscape and examine the geology. After lunch, the soldiers split into two teams for a skills competition with the bolas. Two spears were stuck in the ground twenty-five yards apart, but they were only hit and entangled once every four or five tries. The bolas can be thrown fifty or sixty yards, but not very accurately. However, this doesn’t apply to someone on horseback; when the speed of the horse is combined with the strength of the arm, it’s said they can be thrown effectively up to eighty yards. As proof of their power, I can mention that in the Falkland Islands, when the Spaniards killed some of their own and all the Englishmen, a young friendly Spaniard was running away when a tall man named Luciano chased after him at full gallop, shouting for him to stop, saying he only wanted to talk. Just as the Spaniard was about to reach the boat, Luciano threw the bolas: they struck his legs with such force that he fell down and was momentarily knocked unconscious. After Luciano had his conversation, the man was allowed to escape. He told us his legs were marked with large welts where the straps had wrapped around them, as if he had been whipped. In the middle of the day, two men arrived with a package from the next posta to be sent to the general, so besides those two, our group that evening included my guide, the lieutenant, and his four soldiers. They were quite an interesting mix: the first was a fine young black man; the second was half Indian and black; the last two were hard to classify, an old Chilean miner the color of mahogany, and another partly mulatto; but I had never seen two such mixed-breed guys with such unpleasant expressions before. At night, while they sat around the fire playing cards, I retreated to enjoy this Salvator Rosa-like scene. They were seated under a low cliff, allowing me to look down on them; around the group were lying dogs, weapons, and remnants of deer and ostriches; their long spears were stuck in the ground. Further back in the dark, their horses were tied up, ready for any sudden danger. If the stillness of the desolate plain was interrupted by a dog barking, a soldier would leave the fire, place his head close to the ground, and slowly scan the horizon. Even if the noisy teru-tero made its call, there would be a pause in the conversation and everyone would tilt their heads slightly for a moment.
What a life of misery these men appear to us to lead! They were at least ten leagues from the Sauce posta, and since the murder committed by the Indians, twenty from another. The Indians are supposed to have made their attack in the middle of the night; for very early in the morning after the murder, they were luckily seen approaching this posta. The whole party here, however, escaped, together with the troop of horses; each one taking a line for himself, and driving with him as many animals as he was able to manage.
What a life of misery these men seem to be living! They were at least ten leagues from the Sauce posta, and since the murder committed by the Indians, twenty from another. The Indians are thought to have attacked in the middle of the night; for very early in the morning after the murder, they were fortunately seen approaching this posta. However, everyone here managed to escape, along with the herd of horses; each person going off in their own direction and taking as many animals as they could handle.
The little hovel, built of thistle-stalks, in which they slept, neither kept out the wind nor rain; indeed in the latter case the only effect the roof had, was to condense it into larger drops. They had nothing to eat excepting what they could catch, such as ostriches, deer, armadilloes, etc., and their only fuel was the dry stalks of a small plant, somewhat resembling an aloe. The sole luxury which these men enjoyed was smoking the little paper cigars, and sucking mate. I used to think that the carrion vultures, man's constant attendants on these dreary plains, while seated on the little neighbouring cliffs seemed by their very patience to say, "Ah! when the Indians come we shall have a feast."
The small shack made of thistle-stalks where they slept didn’t keep out the wind or rain; in fact, during the rain, the roof only made the drops bigger. They had nothing to eat besides whatever they could catch, like ostriches, deer, armadillos, and so on, and their only fuel was the dry stalks of a plant that looked a bit like an aloe. The only luxury these guys had was smoking little paper cigars and sipping mate. I used to think that the vultures, always around in these bleak plains, perched on the nearby cliffs seemed to be waiting patiently, saying, “Ah! When the Indians come, we’ll have a feast.”
In the morning we all sallied forth to hunt, and although we had not much success, there were some animated chases. Soon after starting the party separated, and so arranged their plans, that at a certain time of the day (in guessing which they show much skill) they should all meet from different points of the compass on a plain piece of ground, and thus drive together the wild animals. One day I went out hunting at Bahia Blanca, but the men there merely rode in a crescent, each being about a quarter of a mile apart from the other. A fine male ostrich being turned by the headmost riders, tried to escape on one side. The Gauchos pursued at a reckless pace, twisting their horses about with the most admirable command, and each man whirling the balls round his head. At length the foremost threw them, revolving through the air: in an instant the ostrich rolled over and over, its legs fairly lashed together by the thong. The plains abound with three kinds of partridge, 63 two of which are as large as hen pheasants. Their destroyer, a small and pretty fox, was also singularly numerous; in the course of the day we could not have seen less than forty or fifty. They were generally near their earths, but the dogs killed one. When we returned to the posta, we found two of the party returned who had been hunting by themselves. They had killed a puma, and had found an ostrich's nest with twenty-seven eggs in it. Each of these is said to equal in weight eleven hen's eggs; so that we obtained from this one nest as much food as 297 hen's eggs would have given.
In the morning, we all set out to hunt, and even though we didn't have much success, there were some exciting chases. Shortly after we began, the group split up and planned to meet at a certain time of day (which they guessed with impressive skill) from different directions on a flat area to drive the wild animals together. One day, I went hunting at Bahia Blanca, but the men there only formed a crescent shape, about a quarter of a mile apart. A handsome male ostrich, chased by the leading riders, tried to escape to one side. The Gauchos chased it at a reckless speed, skillfully maneuvering their horses, each one swinging bolas above their heads. Eventually, the front rider threw the bolas, and they flew through the air: in an instant, the ostrich tumbled over, its legs tied together by the thong. The plains are filled with three types of partridge, 63 two of which are as big as hen pheasants. Their predator, a small and attractive fox, was also quite common; throughout the day, we must have seen at least forty or fifty. They were usually near their dens, but the dogs managed to kill one. When we returned to the posta, we found two members of the group who had been hunting alone. They had killed a puma and discovered an ostrich's nest with twenty-seven eggs in it. Each of these is said to weigh as much as eleven hen's eggs, so from this one nest, we got as much food as 297 hen's eggs would have provided.
September 14th.—As the soldiers belonging to the next posta meant to return, and we should together make a party of five, and all armed, I determined not to wait for the expected troops. My host, the lieutenant, pressed me much to stop. As he had been very obliging—not only providing me with food, but lending me his private horses—I wanted to make him some remuneration. I asked my guide whether I might do so, but he told me certainly not; that the only answer I should receive, probably would be, "We have meat for the dogs in our country, and therefore do not grudge it to a Christian." It must not be supposed that the rank of lieutenant in such an army would at all prevent the acceptance of payment: it was only the high sense of hospitality, which every traveller is bound to acknowledge as nearly universal throughout these provinces. After galloping some leagues, we came to a low swampy country, which extends for nearly eighty miles northward, as far as the Sierra Tapalguen. In some parts there were fine damp plains, covered with grass, while others had a soft, black, and peaty soil. There were also many extensive but shallow lakes, and large beds of reeds. The country on the whole resembled the better parts of the Cambridgeshire fens. At night we had some difficulty in finding amidst the swamps, a dry place for our bivouac.
September 14th.—Since the soldiers from the next post planned to return, we would make a group of five, all armed, so I decided not to wait for the expected troops. My host, the lieutenant, really urged me to stay. Since he had been very helpful—providing me with food and lending me his personal horses—I wanted to give him something in return. I asked my guide if I could do that, but he told me definitely not; that the only response I would probably get would be, "We have meat for the dogs in our country, so we don’t mind giving it to a Christian." It shouldn't be assumed that the lieutenant's rank in such an army would stop him from accepting payment; it was just the high sense of hospitality that every traveler must recognize as nearly universal in these provinces. After riding for a few leagues, we reached a low, swampy area that stretches nearly eighty miles northward, all the way to the Sierra Tapalguen. Some parts had beautiful damp plains covered in grass, while others featured soft, black, peaty soil. There were also many large but shallow lakes and extensive beds of reeds. Overall, the landscape resembled the better areas of the Cambridgeshire fens. At night, we had some trouble finding a dry spot for our camp amid the swamps.
September 15th.—Rose very early in the morning and shortly after passed the posta where the Indians had murdered the five soldiers. The officer had eighteen chuzo wounds in his body. By the middle of the day, after a hard gallop, we reached the fifth posta: on account of some difficulty in procuring horses we stayed there the night. As this point was the most exposed on the whole line, twenty-one soldiers were stationed here; at sunset they returned from hunting, bringing with them seven deer, three ostriches, and many armadilloes and partridges. When riding through the country, it is a common practice to set fire to the plain; and hence at night, as on this occasion, the horizon was illuminated in several places by brilliant conflagrations. This is done partly for the sake of puzzling any stray Indians, but chiefly for improving the pasture. In grassy plains unoccupied by the larger ruminating quadrupeds, it seems necessary to remove the superfluous vegetation by fire, so as to render the new year's growth serviceable.
September 15th.—I got up very early in the morning and shortly after passed the post where the Indians had killed the five soldiers. The officer had eighteen stab wounds on his body. By midday, after a tough ride, we reached the fifth post: due to some trouble in getting horses, we stayed the night there. Since this point was the most vulnerable along the line, twenty-one soldiers were stationed here; at sunset they returned from hunting, bringing back seven deer, three ostriches, and many armadillos and partridges. When riding through the area, it’s common to set fire to the plain; thus, at night, as on this occasion, the horizon was lit up in several spots by bright flames. This is done partly to confuse any wandering Indians, but mainly to improve the pasture. In grassy plains not occupied by large grazing animals, it seems necessary to burn off the excess vegetation to make way for the new growth in the coming year.
The rancho at this place did not boast even of a roof, but merely consisted of a ring of thistle-stalks, to break the force of the wind. It was situated on the borders of an extensive but shallow lake, swarming with wild fowl, among which the black-necked swan was conspicuous.
The ranch here didn't even have a roof; it was just a circle of thistle stalks to block the wind. It was located on the edge of a large but shallow lake, filled with wild birds, including the noticeable black-necked swan.
The kind of plover, which appears as if mounted on stilts (Himantopus nigricollis), is here common in flocks of considerable size. It has been wrongfully accused of inelegance; when wading about in shallow water, which is its favourite resort, its gait is far from awkward. These birds in a flock utter a noise, that singularly resembles the cry of a pack of small dogs in full chase: waking in the night, I have more than once been for a moment startled at the distant sound. The teru-tero (Vanellus cayanus) is another bird, which often disturbs the stillness of the night. In appearance and habits it resembles in many respects our peewits; its wings, however, are armed with sharp spurs, like those on the legs of the common cock. As our peewit takes its name from the sound of its voice, so does the teru-tero. While riding over the grassy plains, one is constantly pursued by these birds, which appear to hate mankind, and I am sure deserve to be hated for their never-ceasing, unvaried, harsh screams. To the sportsman they are most annoying, by telling every other bird and animal of his approach: to the traveller in the country, they may possibly, as Molina says, do good, by warning him of the midnight robber. During the breeding season, they attempt, like our peewits, by feigning to be wounded, to draw away from their nests dogs and other enemies. The eggs of this bird are esteemed a great delicacy.
The type of plover that looks like it's walking on stilts (Himantopus nigricollis) is quite common here in large flocks. It's been unfairly labeled as clumsy; wading around in its favorite shallow waters, its movement is anything but awkward. These birds together make a sound that oddly resembles the barking of a pack of small dogs on a chase: I’ve been startled by that distant sound in the night more than once. The teru-tero (Vanellus cayanus) is another bird that often breaks the nighttime silence. It looks and acts similarly to our peewits, but its wings are equipped with sharp spurs, like those on a rooster's legs. Just as our peewit gets its name from its call, the teru-tero does as well. While riding across the grassy plains, these birds constantly chase you, seeming to dislike humans, and I believe they deserve that reputation for their incessant, harsh screaming. To hunters, they are particularly annoying, alerting all other birds and animals to their presence; to travelers through the countryside, they might actually be helpful, as Molina suggests, by warning them of nighttime thieves. During breeding season, they try to lead potential threats away from their nests by pretending to be injured, just like our peewits do. The eggs of this bird are considered a great delicacy.
September 16th.—To the seventh posta at the foot of the Sierra Tapalguen. The country was quite level, with a coarse herbage and a soft peaty soil. The hovel was here remarkably neat, the posts and rafters being made of about a dozen dry thistle-stalks bound together with thongs of hide; and by the support of these Ionic-like columns, the roof and sides were thatched with reeds. We were here told a fact, which I would not have credited, if I had not had partly ocular proof of it; namely, that, during the previous night hail as large as small apples, and extremely hard, had fallen with such violence, as to kill the greater number of the wild animals. One of the men had already found thirteen deer (Cervus campestris) lying dead, and I saw their fresh hides; another of the party, a few minutes after my arrival brought in seven more. Now I well know, that one man without dogs could hardly have killed seven deer in a week. The men believed they had seen about fifteen ostriches (part of one of which we had for dinner); and they said that several were running about evidently blind in one eye. Numbers of smaller birds, as ducks, hawks, and partridges, were killed. I saw one of the latter with a black mark on its back, as if it had been struck with a paving-stone. A fence of thistle-stalks round the hovel was nearly broken down, and my informer, putting his head out to see what was the matter, received a severe cut, and now wore a bandage. The storm was said to have been of limited extent: we certainly saw from our last night's bivouac a dense cloud and lightning in this direction. It is marvellous how such strong animals as deer could thus have been killed; but I have no doubt, from the evidence I have given, that the story is not in the least exaggerated. I am glad, however, to have its credibility supported by the Jesuit Dobrizhoffen, 64 who, speaking of a country much to the northward, says, hail fell of an enormous size and killed vast numbers of cattle: the Indians hence called the place Lalegraicavalca, meaning "the little white things." Dr. Malcolmson, also, informs me that he witnessed in 1831 in India, a hail-storm, which killed numbers of large birds and much injured the cattle. These hailstones were flat, and one was ten inches in circumference, and another weighed two ounces. They ploughed up a gravel-walk like musket-balls, and passed through glass-windows, making round holes, but not cracking them.
September 16th.—To the seventh posta at the foot of the Sierra Tapalguen. The land was pretty flat, covered with coarse grass and soft, peaty soil. The shelter here was surprisingly tidy, with posts and rafters made from about a dozen dry thistle-stalks tied together with strips of hide; supporting these Ionic-like columns, the roof and walls were thatched with reeds. Here, we learned something I wouldn't have believed if I hadn't seen some evidence myself: that during the previous night, hail the size of small apples, and very hard, had fallen with such force that it killed most of the wild animals. One of the men had already found thirteen dead deer (Cervus campestris), and I saw their fresh hides; another member of the group brought in seven more a few moments after I arrived. I know that one person without dogs could hardly have hunted seven deer in a week. The men thought they had spotted about fifteen ostriches (we even had part of one for dinner); they mentioned that some were running around clearly blind in one eye. Many smaller birds, like ducks, hawks, and partridges, were also killed. I noticed one partridge with a black mark on its back, as if it had been hit with a paving stone. A fence made of thistle-stalks around the shelter was almost destroyed, and when my informant leaned out to see what was going on, he got a bad cut and ended up with a bandage. The storm was said to have been localized: we definitely saw a thick cloud and lightning in this direction from where we camped last night. It's amazing that such strong animals as deer could have been killed this way; but from the evidence I've provided, I'm sure the story isn't exaggerated. I'm also relieved that the credibility of this incident is supported by the Jesuit Dobrizhoffen, 64, who, speaking of a country much farther north, said that hail of enormous size fell and killed many cattle: the locals named the place Lalegraicavalca, meaning "the little white things." Dr. Malcolmson also told me that he witnessed a hailstorm in India in 1831 that killed many large birds and severely hurt the cattle. These hailstones were flat, with one measuring ten inches in circumference and another weighing two ounces. They tore up a gravel path like musket balls and went through glass windows, creating round holes but not shattering them.
Having finished our dinner, of hail-stricken meat, we crossed the Sierra Tapalguen; a low range of hills, a few hundred feet in height, which commences at Cape Corrientes. The rock in this part is pure quartz; further eastward I understand it is granitic. The hills are of a remarkable form; they consist of flat patches of table-land, surrounded by low perpendicular cliffs, like the outliers of a sedimentary deposit. The hill which I ascended was very small, not above a couple of hundred yards in diameter; but I saw others larger. One which goes by the name of the "Corral," is said to be two or three miles in diameter, and encompassed by perpendicular cliffs, between thirty and forty feet high, excepting at one spot, where the entrance lies. Falconer 65 gives a curious account of the Indians driving troops of wild horses into it, and then by guarding the entrance, keeping them secure. I have never heard of any other instance of table-land in a formation of quartz, and which, in the hill I examined, had neither cleavage nor stratification. I was told that the rock of the "Corral" was white, and would strike fire.
After finishing our dinner of hail-damaged meat, we crossed the Sierra Tapalguen, a low range of hills just a few hundred feet high that starts at Cape Corrientes. The rock here is pure quartz; I’ve heard that further east it’s granitic. The hills have a unique shape, consisting of flat areas of table-land surrounded by low vertical cliffs, resembling the remnants of a sedimentary deposit. The hill I climbed was quite small, only a couple of hundred yards in diameter, but I saw larger ones. One called the "Corral" is said to be two or three miles across, surrounded by vertical cliffs that rise between thirty and forty feet, except for one spot where the entrance is located. Falconer 65 shares an interesting story about the Indians driving groups of wild horses into it and then guarding the entrance to keep them secure. I haven’t come across any other examples of table-land made of quartz, and the hill I examined had neither cleavage nor layers. I was told that the rock in the "Corral" was white and could spark a fire.
We did not reach the posta on the Rio Tapalguen till after it was dark. At supper, from something which was said, I was suddenly struck with horror at thinking that I was eating one of the favourite dishes of the country namely, a half-formed calf, long before its proper time of birth. It turned out to be Puma; the meat is very white and remarkably like veal in taste. Dr. Shaw was laughed at for stating that "the flesh of the lion is in great esteem having no small affinity with veal, both in colour, taste, and flavour." Such certainly is the case with the Puma. The Gauchos differ in their opinion, whether the Jaguar is good eating, but are unanimous in saying that cat is excellent.
We didn’t arrive at the posta on the Rio Tapalguen until after dark. During dinner, something was said that suddenly made me horrified at the thought that I was eating one of the country's favorite dishes, a half-formed calf, long before its time to be born. It turned out to be Puma; the meat is very white and tastes a lot like veal. Dr. Shaw was teased for saying that “the flesh of the lion is highly regarded due to its similarity to veal, both in color, taste, and flavor.” That’s definitely true for Puma. The Gauchos have different opinions on whether Jaguar is good to eat, but they all agree that cat is excellent.
September 17th.—We followed the course of the Rio Tapalguen, through a very fertile country, to the ninth posta. Tapalguen, itself, or the town of Tapalguen, if it may be so called, consists of a perfectly level plain, studded over, as far as the eye can reach, with the toldos or oven-shaped huts of the Indians. The families of the friendly Indians, who were fighting on the side of Rosas, resided here. We met and passed many young Indian women, riding by two or three together on the same horse: they, as well as many of the young men, were strikingly handsome,—their fine ruddy complexions being the picture of health. Besides the toldos, there were three ranchos; one inhabited by the Commandant, and the two others by Spaniards with small shops.
September 17th.—We followed the Rio Tapalguen through a very fertile area to the ninth posta. Tapalguen, or the town of Tapalguen, if it can be called that, is a completely flat plain dotted with the toldos, or oven-shaped huts, of the indigenous people. The families of the friendly Indians, who were allied with Rosas, lived here. We met and passed several young Indian women riding two or three to a horse: they, along with many of the young men, were strikingly attractive—their healthy, rosy complexions a true reflection of well-being. In addition to the toldos, there were three ranchos; one occupied by the Commandant, and the other two by Spaniards with small shops.
We were here able to buy some biscuit. I had now been several days without tasting anything besides meat: I did not at all dislike this new regimen; but I felt as if it would only have agreed with me with hard exercise. I have heard that patients in England, when desired to confine themselves exclusively to an animal diet, even with the hope of life before their eyes, have hardly been able to endure it. Yet the Gaucho in the Pampas, for months together, touches nothing but beef. But they eat, I observe, a very large proportion of fat, which is of a less animalized nature; and they particularly dislike dry meat, such as that of the Agouti. Dr. Richardson 66 also, has remarked, "that when people have fed for a long time solely upon lean animal food, the desire for fat becomes so insatiable, that they can consume a large quantity of unmixed and even oily fat without nausea:" this appears to me a curious physiological fact. It is, perhaps, from their meat regimen that the Gauchos, like other carnivorous animals, can abstain long from food. I was told that at Tandeel, some troops voluntarily pursued a party of Indians for three days, without eating or drinking.
We were able to buy some biscuits here. I had been without anything but meat for several days: I didn’t mind this new diet at all, but I felt like it would only work for me with some hard exercise. I’ve heard that patients in England, when told to stick to a strictly animal diet, even with the hope of survival in sight, have found it really hard to manage. But the Gauchos in the Pampas eat nothing but beef for months at a time. However, they consume a large amount of fat, which is less processed, and they particularly dislike dry meat, like that of the Agouti. Dr. Richardson 66 has also noted that "when people have eaten only lean animal food for a long time, their craving for fat becomes so extreme that they can consume a lot of pure and even oily fat without feeling sick:" this strikes me as an interesting physiological fact. Maybe it's because of their meat-heavy diet that the Gauchos, like other carnivorous animals, can go long periods without food. I was told that at Tandeel, some soldiers voluntarily chased a group of Indians for three days without eating or drinking.
We saw in the shops many articles, such as horsecloths, belts, and garters, woven by the Indian women. The patterns were very pretty, and the colours brilliant; the workmanship of the garters was so good that an English merchant at Buenos Ayres maintained they must have been manufactured in England, till he found the tassels had been fastened by split sinew.
We saw many items in the shops, like horse blankets, belts, and garters, made by Indian women. The patterns were beautiful, and the colors vibrant; the quality of the garters was so impressive that an English merchant in Buenos Aires insisted they must have been made in England, until he realized the tassels were attached with split sinew.
September 18th.—We had a very long ride this day. At the twelfth posta, which is seven leagues south of the Rio Salado, we came to the first estancia with cattle and white women. Afterwards we had to ride for many miles through a country flooded with water above our horses' knees. By crossing the stirrups, and riding Arab-like with our legs bent up, we contrived to keep tolerably dry. It was nearly dark when we arrived at the Salado; the stream was deep, and about forty yards wide; in summer, however, its bed becomes almost dry, and the little remaining water nearly as salt as that of the sea. We slept at one of the great estancias of General Rosas. It was fortified, and of such an extent, that arriving in the dark I thought it was a town and fortress. In the morning we saw immense herds of cattle, the general here having seventy-four square leagues of land. Formerly nearly three hundred men were employed about this estate, and they defied all the attacks of the Indians.
September 18th.—We had a really long ride today. At the twelfth posta, which is seven leagues south of the Rio Salado, we reached the first ranch with cattle and white women. After that, we had to ride for many miles through an area flooded with water up to our horses' knees. By crossing the stirrups and riding like Arabs with our legs bent up, we managed to stay relatively dry. It was almost dark when we got to the Salado; the stream was deep and about forty yards wide. In the summer, though, it nearly dries up, and the little water left is almost as salty as the ocean. We stayed at one of General Rosas's large ranches. It was fortified and so big that when we arrived in the dark, I thought it was a town and a fortress. In the morning, we saw enormous herds of cattle, with the general owning seventy-four square leagues of land. In the past, nearly three hundred men worked on this estate, and they held off all the attacks from the Indians.
September 19th.—Passed the Guardia del Monte. This is a nice scattered little town, with many gardens, full of peach and quince trees. The plain here looked like that around Buenos Ayres; the turf being short and bright green, with beds of clover and thistles, and with bizcacha holes. I was very much struck with the marked change in the aspect of the country after having crossed the Salado. From a coarse herbage we passed on to a carpet of fine green verdure. I at first attributed this to some change in the nature of the soil, but the inhabitants assured me that here, as well as in Banda Oriental, where there is as great a difference between the country round Monte Video and the thinly-inhabited savannahs of Colonia, the whole was to be attributed to the manuring and grazing of the cattle. Exactly the same fact has been observed in the prairies 67 of North America, where coarse grass, between five and six feet high, when grazed by cattle, changes into common pasture land. I am not botanist enough to say whether the change here is owing to the introduction of new species, to the altered growth of the same, or to a difference in their proportional numbers. Azara has also observed with astonishment this change: he is likewise much perplexed by the immediate appearance of plants not occurring in the neighbourhood, on the borders of any track that leads to a newly-constructed hovel. In another part he says, 68 "ces chevaux (sauvages) ont la manie de preferer les chemins, et le bord des routes pour deposer leurs excremens, dont on trouve des monceaux dans ces endroits." Does this not partly explain the circumstance? We thus have lines of richly manured land serving as channels of communication across wide districts.
September 19th.—Passed the Guardia del Monte. This is a lovely little town with many gardens, filled with peach and quince trees. The plain here resembled the area around Buenos Aires, with short, bright green grass, patches of clover and thistles, and burrows from bizcacha. I was really struck by the noticeable change in the landscape after crossing the Salado. We moved from coarse vegetation to a lush carpet of fine green grass. At first, I thought this was due to a change in the soil, but the locals told me that, just like in Banda Oriental—where there is a significant difference between the land around Montevideo and the sparsely populated savannahs of Colonia—this change is all thanks to the fertilization and grazing by cattle. The same phenomenon has been noted in the prairies of North America, where rough grass that grows five to six feet tall transforms into regular pasture land after being grazed by cattle. I'm not enough of a botanist to say if this change is due to the introduction of new species, alterations in existing ones, or differences in their ratios. Azara has also been amazed by this change; he is confused by how quickly plants that don't grow in the area appear along the edges of any path leading to a newly built hut. In another part, he says, "these wild horses have a habit of preferring the paths and the edges of the roads to deposit their droppings, which can be found piled up in those places." Doesn't this partly explain the situation? We essentially have lines of well-fertilized land acting as communication routes across vast areas.
Near the Guardia we find the southern limit of two European plants, now become extraordinarily common. The fennel in great profusion covers the ditch-banks in the neighbourhood of Buenos Ayres, Monte Video, and other towns. But the cardoon (Cynara cardunculus) has a far wider range: 69 it occurs in these latitudes on both sides of the, Cordillera, across the continent. I saw it in unfrequented spots in Chile, Entre Rios, and Banda Oriental. In the latter country alone, very many (probably several hundred) square miles are covered by one mass of these prickly plants, and are impenetrable by man or beast. Over the undulating plains, where these great beds occur, nothing else can now live. Before their introduction, however, the surface must have supported, as in other parts, a rank herbage. I doubt whether any case is on record of an invasion on so grand a scale of one plant over the aborigines. As I have already said, I nowhere saw the cardoon south of the Salado; but it is probable that in proportion as that country becomes inhabited, the cardoon will extend its limits. The case is different with the giant thistle (with variegated leaves) of the Pampas, for I met with it in the valley of the Sauce. According to the principles so well laid down by Mr. Lyell, few countries have undergone more remarkable changes, since the year 1535, when the first colonist of La Plata landed with seventy-two horses. The countless herds of horses, cattle, and sheep, not only have altered the whole aspect of the vegetation, but they have almost banished the guanaco, deer and ostrich. Numberless other changes must likewise have taken place; the wild pig in some parts probably replaces the peccari; packs of wild dogs may be heard howling on the wooded banks of the less-frequented streams; and the common cat, altered into a large and fierce animal, inhabits rocky hills. As M. d'Orbigny has remarked, the increase in numbers of the carrion-vulture, since the introduction of the domestic animals, must have been infinitely great; and we have given reasons for believing that they have extended their southern range. No doubt many plants, besides the cardoon and fennel, are naturalized; thus the islands near the mouth of the Parana, are thickly clothed with peach and orange trees, springing from seeds carried there by the waters of the river.
Near the Guardia, we find the southern limit of two European plants that have now become incredibly common. Fennel grows in abundance along the ditch banks around Buenos Aires, Montevideo, and other towns. But the cardoon (Cynara cardunculus) has a much wider distribution: 69 it can be found in these latitudes on both sides of the Cordillera, across the continent. I spotted it in remote areas in Chile, Entre Rios, and Banda Oriental. In the latter country alone, it covers many (probably several hundred) square miles as a sea of these prickly plants, making it nearly impossible for humans or animals to pass through. Over the rolling plains where these large patches are found, nothing else can survive. Before their introduction, however, the surface must have supported, like in other areas, a dense growth of grass. I doubt there’s any record of a single plant invading so extensively over the indigenous vegetation. As I've already mentioned, I never saw the cardoon south of the Salado; however, as that region becomes more populated, the cardoon will likely spread even further. The situation is different with the giant thistle (with variegated leaves) of the Pampas, as I encountered it in the valley of the Sauce. According to the principles established well by Mr. Lyell, few regions have seen more remarkable changes since 1535, when the first colonist of La Plata arrived with seventy-two horses. The countless herds of horses, cattle, and sheep have completely altered the entire landscape of vegetation and have nearly driven away the guanaco, deer, and ostrich. Numerous other changes have also likely occurred; the wild pig may now take the place of the peccari in some areas; packs of wild dogs can be heard howling on the wooded banks of less-frequented streams; and the common cat has evolved into a larger, fiercer animal that lives among rocky hills. As M. d'Orbigny noted, the increase in the number of carrion vultures since the introduction of domestic animals must have been immense, and we believe they have extended their southern range. Undoubtedly, many plants, besides the cardoon and fennel, have become naturalized; for instance, the islands near the mouth of the Paraná are thick with peach and orange trees that sprouted from seeds carried there by the river's waters.
While changing horses at the Guardia several people questioned us much about the army,—I never saw anything like the enthusiasm for Rosas, and for the success of the "most just of all wars, because against barbarians." This expression, it must be confessed, is very natural, for till lately, neither man, woman nor horse, was safe from the attacks of the Indians. We had a long day's ride over the same rich green plain, abounding with various flocks, and with here and there a solitary estancia, and its one ombu tree. In the evening it rained heavily: on arriving at a posthouse we were told by the owner, that if we had not a regular passport we must pass on, for there were so many robbers he would trust no one. When he read, however, my passport, which began with "El Naturalista Don Carlos," his respect and civility were as unbounded as his suspicions had been before. What a naturalist might be, neither he nor his countrymen, I suspect, had any idea; but probably my title lost nothing of its value from that cause.
While switching horses at the Guardia, several people asked us a lot about the army—I’ve never seen such enthusiasm for Rosas and for the success of the "most just of all wars, because it's against the barbarians." This expression is quite understandable, as until recently, neither people, horses, nor anything else was safe from Indian attacks. We had a long day's ride over the lush green plain, filled with various flocks, and now and then a lone estancia with its single ombu tree. In the evening, it poured rain: when we reached a posthouse, the owner told us that without a proper passport, we had to keep moving, as there were so many robbers that he wouldn't trust anyone. However, when he read my passport, which started with "El Naturalista Don Carlos," his respect and politeness were as vast as his earlier suspicions. I doubt he or his fellow countrymen had a clue what a naturalist actually was, but it's likely my title didn’t lose any value because of that.
September 20th.—We arrived by the middle of the day at Buenos Ayres. The outskirts of the city looked quite pretty, with the agave hedges, and groves of olive, peach and willow trees, all just throwing out their fresh green leaves. I rode to the house of Mr. Lumb, an English merchant, to whose kindness and hospitality, during my stay in the country, I was greatly indebted.
September 20th.—We got to Buenos Aires around midday. The outskirts of the city were really nice, with agave hedges and groves of olive, peach, and willow trees, all bursting with their fresh green leaves. I rode over to Mr. Lumb's house, an English merchant, to whom I was very grateful for his kindness and hospitality during my time in the country.
The city of Buenos Ayres is large; 610 and I should think one of the most regular in the world. Every street is at right angles to the one it crosses, and the parallel ones being equidistant, the houses are collected into solid squares of equal dimensions, which are called quadras. On the other hand, the houses themselves are hollow squares; all the rooms opening into a neat little courtyard. They are generally only one story high, with flat roofs, which are fitted with seats and are much frequented by the inhabitants in summer. In the centre of the town is the Plaza, where the public offices, fortress, cathedral, etc., stand. Here also, the old viceroys, before the revolution, had their palaces. The general assemblage of buildings possesses considerable architectural beauty, although none individually can boast of any.
The city of Buenos Aires is large; 610 and I would say it’s one of the most orderly in the world. Every street intersects at right angles with the one it crosses, and the parallel streets are equally spaced, resulting in blocks of uniform size known as quadras. On the other hand, the houses themselves are arranged as hollow squares, with all the rooms facing a tidy little courtyard. They’re usually just one story tall, with flat roofs that have seating areas and are popular among locals in the summer. In the heart of the town is the Plaza, where you’ll find public offices, a fortress, a cathedral, and more. This is also where the old viceroys had their palaces before the revolution. The overall collection of buildings showcases significant architectural beauty, even if none of them individually claim to have it.
The great corral, where the animals are kept for slaughter to supply food to this beef-eating population, is one of the spectacles best worth seeing. The strength of the horse as compared to that of the bullock is quite astonishing: a man on horseback having thrown his lazo round the horns of a beast, can drag it anywhere he chooses. The animal ploughing up the ground with outstretched legs, in vain efforts to resist the force, generally dashes at full speed to one side; but the horse immediately turning to receive the shock, stands so firmly that the bullock is almost thrown down, and it is surprising that their necks are not broken. The struggle is not, however, one of fair strength; the horse's girth being matched against the bullock's extended neck. In a similar manner a man can hold the wildest horse, if caught with the lazo, just behind the ears. When the bullock has been dragged to the spot where it is to be slaughtered, the matador with great caution cuts the hamstrings. Then is given the death bellow; a noise more expressive of fierce agony than any I know. I have often distinguished it from a long distance, and have always known that the struggle was then drawing to a close. The whole sight is horrible and revolting: the ground is almost made of bones; and the horses and riders are drenched with gore.
The large corral, where animals are kept for slaughter to provide food for this beef-loving population, is definitely a sight worth seeing. The strength of the horse compared to that of the bull is quite amazing: a person on horseback can lasso a bull and pull it anywhere they want. The animal tries to resist by digging its legs into the ground, often charging to the side at full speed; however, the horse quickly turns to absorb the impact and stands so firmly that the bull almost falls, and it's surprising their necks don’t break. The struggle isn’t exactly a fair fight; the horse’s body is pitted against the bull’s long neck. Similarly, a person can hold even the wildest horse, if caught with a lasso, just behind its ears. When the bull is pulled to the place where it will be slaughtered, the matador carefully cuts the hamstrings. At that moment, you hear the death bellow, a sound more intense with agony than anything I know. I have often recognized it from a long way off, always knowing the struggle was coming to an end. The whole scene is horrific and disgusting: the ground is nearly covered with bones; and the horses and riders are soaked in blood.
CHAPTER VII — BUENOS AYRES AND ST. FE
Excursion to St. Fe—Thistle Beds—Habits of the Bizcacha—Little Owl—Saline Streams—Level Plain—Mastodon—St. Fe—Change in Landscape—Geology—Tooth of extinct Horse—Relation of the Fossil and recent Quadrupeds of North and South America—Effects of a great Drought—Parana—Habits of the Jaguar—Scissor-beak—Kingfisher, Parrot, and Scissor-tail—Revolution—Buenos Ayres State of Government.
Trip to St. Fe—Thistle Fields—Behavior of the Bizcacha—Little Owl—Salty Streams—Flat Plain—Mastodon—St. Fe—Change in Scenery—Geology—Tooth of Extinct Horse—Connection Between Fossil and Modern Mammals of North and South America—Impact of a Major Drought—Parana—Jaguar Behavior—Scissor-billed Bird—Kingfisher, Parrot, and Scissor-tail—Revolution—Buenos Aires Government Structure.
SEPTEMBER 27th.—In the evening I set out on an excursion to St. Fe, which is situated nearly three hundred English miles from Buenos Ayres, on the banks of the Parana. The roads in the neighbourhood of the city after the rainy weather, were extraordinarily bad. I should never have thought it possible for a bullock waggon to have crawled along: as it was, they scarcely went at the rate of a mile an hour, and a man was kept ahead, to survey the best line for making the attempt. The bullocks were terribly jaded: it is a great mistake to suppose that with improved roads, and an accelerated rate of travelling, the sufferings of the animals increase in the same proportion. We passed a train of waggons and a troop of beasts on their road to Mendoza. The distance is about 580 geographical miles, and the journey is generally performed in fifty days. These waggons are very long, narrow, and thatched with reeds; they have only two wheels, the diameter of which in some cases is as much as ten feet. Each is drawn by six bullocks, which are urged on by a goad at least twenty feet long: this is suspended from within the roof; for the wheel bullocks a smaller one is kept; and for the intermediate pair, a point projects at right angles from the middle of the long one.
SEPTEMBER 27th.—In the evening, I headed out on a trip to St. Fe, located almost three hundred miles from Buenos Ayres, along the banks of the Parana River. The roads near the city were incredibly bad after the recent rains. I never would have believed it was possible for a bullock wagon to move at all; they barely made more than a mile an hour, and a person was sent ahead to find the best route for the journey. The bullocks looked exhausted: it’s a common misconception that better roads and faster travel means the animals suffer more. We came across a line of wagons and a herd of animals heading to Mendoza. The distance is about 580 miles, and the trip typically takes fifty days. These wagons are very long and narrow, thatched with reeds. They have only two wheels, which can be as much as ten feet in diameter. Each wagon is pulled by six bullocks, who are motivated with a goad that’s at least twenty feet long: this is attached to the roof; a shorter one is used for the lead bullocks, while a point sticks out at a right angle from the middle of the longer goad for the pairs in between.
The whole apparatus looked like some implement of war.
The whole setup looked like some weapon of war.
September 28th.—We passed the small town of Luxan where there is a wooden bridge over the river—a most unusual convenience in this country. We passed also Areco. The plains appeared level, but were not so in fact; for in various places the horizon was distant. The estancias are here wide apart; for there is little good pasture, owing to the land being covered by beds either of an acrid clover, or of the great thistle. The latter, well known from the animated description given by Sir F. Head, were at this time of the year two-thirds grown; in some parts they were as high as the horse's back, but in others they had not yet sprung up, and the ground was bare and dusty as on a turnpike-road. The clumps were of the most brilliant green, and they made a pleasing miniature-likeness of broken forest land. When the thistles are full grown, the great beds are impenetrable, except by a few tracts, as intricate as those in a labyrinth. These are only known to the robbers, who at this season inhabit them, and sally forth at night to rob and cut throats with impunity. Upon asking at a house whether robbers were numerous, I was answered, "The thistles are not up yet;"—the meaning of which reply was not at first very obvious. There is little interest in passing over these tracts, for they are inhabited by few animals or birds, excepting the bizcacha and its friend the little owl.
September 28th.—We passed through the small town of Luxan, where there’s a wooden bridge over the river—quite a rare convenience in this country. We also passed Areco. The plains seemed flat, but they weren’t, as the horizon stretched far away in various places. The estancias are widely spaced apart because there isn’t much good grazing land, since the ground is covered by either prickly clover or large thistles. The thistles, which Sir F. Head famously described, were about two-thirds grown this time of year; in some areas, they reached the height of a horse's back, while in others, they hadn’t come up yet, leaving the ground bare and dusty like a highway. The patches of clover were a bright green, creating a pleasing, miniature version of scattered forest land. When the thistles are fully grown, the large patches become impenetrable, except for a few paths as complicated as those in a labyrinth. These paths are only known to the thieves who live here during this season, emerging at night to rob and kill without fear of being caught. When I asked someone at a house if there were many robbers around, I was told, “The thistles aren’t up yet”—a reply that wasn’t very clear at first. There’s little to see while passing through these areas, as there are few animals or birds except for the bizcacha and its companion, the little owl.
The bizcacha 71 is well known to form a prominent feature in the zoology of the Pampas. It is found as far south as the Rio Negro, in lat. 41 degs., but not beyond. It cannot, like the agouti, subsist on the gravelly and desert plains of Patagonia, but prefers a clayey or sandy soil, which produces a different and more abundant vegetation. Near Mendoza, at the foot of the Cordillera, it occurs in close neighbourhood with the allied alpine species. It is a very curious circumstance in its geographical distribution, that it has never been seen, fortunately for the inhabitants of Banda Oriental, to the eastward of the river Uruguay: yet in this province there are plains which appear admirably adapted to its habits. The Uruguay has formed an insuperable obstacle to its migration: although the broader barrier of the Parana has been passed, and the bizcacha is common in Entre Rios, the province between these two great rivers. Near Buenos Ayres these animals are exceedingly common. Their most favourite resort appears to be those parts of the plain which during one-half of the year are covered with giant thistles, to the exclusion of other plants. The Gauchos affirm that it lives on roots; which, from the great strength of its gnawing teeth, and the kind of places frequented by it, seems probable. In the evening the bizcachas come out in numbers, and quietly sit at the mouths of their burrows on their haunches. At such times they are very tame, and a man on horseback passing by seems only to present an object for their grave contemplation. They run very awkwardly, and when running out of danger, from their elevated tails and short front legs much resemble great rats. Their flesh, when cooked, is very white and good, but it is seldom used.
The bizcacha 71 is well known for being a notable feature in the zoology of the Pampas. It is found as far south as the Rio Negro, at latitude 41 degrees, but not beyond that. Unlike the agouti, it can’t live on the gravelly and desert plains of Patagonia; it prefers clay or sandy soil, which supports a different and more plentiful vegetation. Near Mendoza, at the foot of the Andes, it exists alongside related alpine species. Interestingly, it has never been observed, fortunately for the people of Banda Oriental, to the east of the Uruguay River, even though this province has plains that seem perfectly suited to its lifestyle. The Uruguay River has created an insurmountable barrier to its migration; however, the wider Paraná River has been crossed, and the bizcacha is common in Entre Rios, the province between these two great rivers. Near Buenos Aires, these animals are extremely common. Their favorite spots seem to be those areas of the plain that are covered with giant thistles for half the year, excluding other plants. The Gauchos say it feeds on roots, which seems likely given the strength of its gnawing teeth and the types of areas it frequents. In the evening, bizcachas come out in groups and sit at the entrances of their burrows on their hind legs. At those times, they are quite tame, and a person on horseback passing by just seems to catch their serious attention. They run very awkwardly, and when they flee from danger, their tall tails and short front legs make them look a lot like large rats. Their meat, when cooked, is very white and tasty, but it is rarely eaten.
The bizcacha has one very singular habit; namely, dragging every hard object to the mouth of its burrow: around each group of holes many bones of cattle, stones, thistle-stalks, hard lumps of earth, dry dung, etc., are collected into an irregular heap, which frequently amounts to as much as a wheelbarrow would contain. I was credibly informed that a gentleman, when riding on a dark night, dropped his watch; he returned in the morning, and by searching the neighbourhood of every bizcacha hole on the line of road, as he expected, he soon found it. This habit of picking up whatever may be lying on the ground anywhere near its habitation, must cost much trouble. For what purpose it is done, I am quite unable to form even the most remote conjecture: it cannot be for defence, because the rubbish is chiefly placed above the mouth of the burrow, which enters the ground at a very small inclination. No doubt there must exist some good reason; but the inhabitants of the country are quite ignorant of it. The only fact which I know analogous to it, is the habit of that extraordinary Australian bird, the Calodera maculata, which makes an elegant vaulted passage of twigs for playing in, and which collects near the spot, land and sea-shells, bones and the feathers of birds, especially brightly coloured ones. Mr. Gould, who has described these facts, informs me, that the natives, when they lose any hard object, search the playing passages, and he has known a tobacco-pipe thus recovered.
The bizcacha has an interesting habit: it drags every hard object to the entrance of its burrow. Around each group of holes, you’ll find a jumble of bones from cattle, stones, thistle stalks, clumps of hard earth, dry dung, and more, piled up into a heap that can often be as much as what a wheelbarrow can hold. I was reliably told that a guy, riding on a dark night, dropped his watch; he came back in the morning, and by looking around every bizcacha hole along the road, he quickly found it. This habit of collecting whatever is lying around its home must take a lot of effort. I can’t even guess why it does this: it can’t be for defense, since the junk is mostly piled up above the burrow entrance, which goes underground at a very shallow angle. There must be a good reason behind it, but no one in the area seems to know. The only similar behavior I know of is from the remarkable Australian bird, the Calodera maculata, which builds a fancy vaulted passage of twigs to play in and collects nearby land and sea shells, bones, and brightly colored feathers. Mr. Gould, who has documented these behaviors, tells me that when the locals lose a hard object, they check the play areas, and he has seen a tobacco pipe recovered this way.
The little owl (Athene cunicularia), which has been so often mentioned, on the plains of Buenos Ayres exclusively inhabits the holes of the bizcacha; but in Banda Oriental it is its own workman. During the open day, but more especially in the evening, these birds may be seen in every direction standing frequently by pairs on the hillock near their burrows. If disturbed they either enter the hole, or, uttering a shrill harsh cry, move with a remarkably undulatory flight to a short distance, and then turning round, steadily gaze at their pursuer. Occasionally in the evening they may be heard hooting. I found in the stomachs of two which I opened the remains of mice, and I one day saw a small snake killed and carried away. It is said that snakes are their common prey during the daytime. I may here mention, as showing on what various kinds of food owls subsist, that a species killed among the islets of the Chonos Archipelago, had its stomach full of good-sized crabs. In India 72 there is a fishing genus of owls, which likewise catches crabs.
The little owl (Athene cunicularia), which has been frequently mentioned, exclusively lives in the holes of the bizcacha on the plains of Buenos Aires; however, in Banda Oriental, it makes its own burrows. During the day, especially in the evening, these birds can be seen in all directions, often perched in pairs on the hillock near their dens. If disturbed, they either go back into their hole or, letting out a sharp, harsh cry, they fly in a smooth, wavy pattern for a short distance, then turn around and watch their pursuer. Occasionally, in the evening, you can hear them hooting. I found the remains of mice in the stomachs of two that I examined, and one day I saw one catch and carry away a small snake. It’s said that snakes are a common target during the day. I should also mention that a species found among the islets of the Chonos Archipelago had its stomach full of good-sized crabs, demonstrating the variety of food owls eat. In India 72, there's a type of fishing owl that also catches crabs.
In the evening we crossed the Rio Arrecife on a simple raft made of barrels lashed together, and slept at the post-house on the other side. I this day paid horse-hire for thirty-one leagues; and although the sun was glaring hot I was but little fatigued. When Captain Head talks of riding fifty leagues a day, I do not imagine the distance is equal to 150 English miles. At all events, the thirty-one leagues was only 76 miles in a straight line, and in an open country I should think four additional miles for turnings would be a sufficient allowance.
In the evening, we crossed the Rio Arrecife on a simple raft made of barrels tied together and slept at the post-house on the other side. That day, I paid for a horse rental for thirty-one leagues; even though the sun was blazing hot, I wasn't particularly tired. When Captain Head talks about riding fifty leagues a day, I don't think that distance equals 150 English miles. In any case, thirty-one leagues was only 76 miles in a straight line, and in open country, I'd say four extra miles for detours would be a reasonable estimate.
29th and 30th.—We continued to ride over plains of the same character. At San Nicolas I first saw the noble river of the Parana. At the foot of the cliff on which the town stands, some large vessels were at anchor. Before arriving at Rozario, we crossed the Saladillo, a stream of fine clear running water, but too saline to drink. Rozario is a large town built on a dead level plain, which forms a cliff about sixty feet high over the Parana. The river here is very broad, with many islands, which are low and wooded, as is also the opposite shore. The view would resemble that of a great lake, if it were not for the linear-shaped islets, which alone give the idea of running water. The cliffs are the most picturesque part; sometimes they are absolutely perpendicular, and of a red colour; at other times in large broken masses, covered with cacti and mimosa-trees. The real grandeur, however, of an immense river like this, is derived from reflecting how important a means of communication and commerce it forms between one nation and another; to what a distance it travels, and from how vast a territory it drains the great body of fresh water which flows past your feet.
29th and 30th.—We kept riding over plains that looked the same. At San Nicolas, I saw the impressive Paraná River for the first time. At the base of the cliff where the town is located, some large ships were anchored. Before reaching Rosario, we crossed the Saladillo, a stream of clear water, but it was too salty to drink. Rosario is a large town built on a flat plain that rises about sixty feet above the Paraná. The river here is very wide, with many low, wooded islands, just like the opposite shore. The scenery would resemble that of a large lake if it weren't for the long, narrow islands, which hint at flowing water. The cliffs are the most striking part; sometimes they are completely vertical and red, and at other times, they are large, broken chunks covered in cacti and mimosa trees. However, the true grandeur of such a massive river comes from realizing how vital it is for communication and trade between nations; how far it flows, and from how vast an area it carries the great body of fresh water that rushes by your feet.
For many leagues north and south of San Nicolas and Rozario, the country is really level. Scarcely anything which travellers have written about its extreme flatness, can be considered as exaggeration. Yet I could never find a spot where, by slowly turning round, objects were not seen at greater distances in some directions than in others; and this manifestly proves inequality in the plain. At sea, a person's eye being six feet above the surface of the water, his horizon is two miles and four-fifths distant. In like manner, the more level the plain, the more nearly does the horizon approach within these narrow limits; and this, in my opinion, entirely destroys that grandeur which one would have imagined that a vast level plain would have possessed.
For many miles north and south of San Nicolas and Rozario, the land is truly flat. Almost everything travelers have said about its extreme flatness can’t be considered an exaggeration. However, I could never find a place where, by simply turning around, I didn't see objects at greater distances in some directions than in others; this clearly shows that the plain isn't entirely uniform. At sea, with a person’s eye six feet above the water's surface, the horizon is about two miles away. Similarly, the flatter the plain, the closer the horizon comes to these limits; in my opinion, this completely takes away the grandeur that one might expect from a vast flat landscape.
October 1st.—We started by moonlight and arrived at the Rio Tercero by sunrise. The river is also called the Saladillo, and it deserves the name, for the water is brackish. I stayed here the greater part of the day, searching for fossil bones. Besides a perfect tooth of the Toxodon, and many scattered bones, I found two immense skeletons near each other, projecting in bold relief from the perpendicular cliff of the Parana. They were, however, so completely decayed, that I could only bring away small fragments of one of the great molar teeth; but these are sufficient to show that the remains belonged to a Mastodon, probably to the same species with that, which formerly must have inhabited the Cordillera in Upper Peru in such great numbers. The men who took me in the canoe, said they had long known of these skeletons, and had often wondered how they had got there: the necessity of a theory being felt, they came to the conclusion that, like the bizcacha, the mastodon was formerly a burrowing animal! In the evening we rode another stage, and crossed the Monge, another brackish stream, bearing the dregs of the washings of the Pampas.
October 1st.—We set off by moonlight and arrived at the Rio Tercero by sunrise. The river is also called the Saladillo, and it lives up to its name, as the water is brackish. I spent most of the day here searching for fossil bones. Along with a perfect tooth from the Toxodon and many scattered bones, I found two huge skeletons close to each other, prominently displayed against the steep cliff of the Parana. However, they were so completely decayed that I could only take a few small fragments of one of the large molar teeth; but these are enough to show that the remains belonged to a Mastodon, probably the same species that once inhabited the Cordillera in Upper Peru in large numbers. The men who took me in the canoe said they had known about these skeletons for a long time and often wondered how they ended up there: feeling the need for a theory, they concluded that, like the bizcacha, the mastodon was once a burrowing animal! In the evening, we rode another leg of the journey and crossed the Monge, another brackish stream, carrying the debris from the Pampas.
October 2nd.—We passed through Corunda, which, from the luxuriance of its gardens, was one of the prettiest villages I saw. From this point to St. Fe the road is not very safe. The western side of the Parana northward, ceases to be inhabited; and hence the Indians sometimes come down thus far, and waylay travellers. The nature of the country also favours this, for instead of a grassy plain, there is an open woodland, composed of low prickly mimosas. We passed some houses that had been ransacked and since deserted; we saw also a spectacle, which my guides viewed with high satisfaction; it was the skeleton of an Indian with the dried skin hanging on the bones, suspended to the branch of a tree.
October 2nd.—We went through Corunda, which, with its lush gardens, was one of the prettiest villages I’ve seen. From there to St. Fe, the road isn’t very safe. The western side of the Parana to the north is uninhabited; because of this, Indians sometimes come this way and ambush travelers. The terrain also makes this easy, as instead of a grassy plain, there’s open woodland filled with low, prickly mimosas. We passed some houses that had been looted and left abandoned; we also saw something that my guides found very satisfying: the skeleton of an Indian, with dried skin still hanging on the bones, hanging from a tree branch.
In the morning we arrived at St. Fe. I was surprised to observe how great a change of climate a difference of only three degrees of latitude between this place and Buenos Ayres had caused. This was evident from the dress and complexion of the men—from the increased size of the ombu-trees—the number of new cacti and other plants—and especially from the birds. In the course of an hour I remarked half-a-dozen birds, which I had never seen at Buenos Ayres. Considering that there is no natural boundary between the two places, and that the character of the country is nearly similar, the difference was much greater than I should have expected.
In the morning, we arrived at St. Fe. I was surprised to see how significant a change in climate just three degrees of latitude difference from Buenos Ayres had caused. This was clear from the clothing and skin tones of the people—from the larger ombu trees—the variety of new cacti and other plants—and especially from the birds. In just an hour, I spotted half a dozen birds I had never seen in Buenos Ayres. Considering there’s no natural boundary between the two places and that the landscape is quite similar, the difference was much more striking than I expected.
October 3rd and 4th.—I was confined for these two days to my bed by a headache. A good-natured old woman, who attended me, wished me to try many odd remedies. A common practice is, to bind an orange-leaf or a bit of black plaster to each temple: and a still more general plan is, to split a bean into halves, moisten them, and place one on each temple, where they will easily adhere. It is not thought proper ever to remove the beans or plaster, but to allow them to drop off, and sometimes, if a man, with patches on his head, is asked, what is the matter? he will answer, "I had a headache the day before yesterday." Many of the remedies used by the people of the country are ludicrously strange, but too disgusting to be mentioned. One of the least nasty is to kill and cut open two puppies and bind them on each side of a broken limb. Little hairless dogs are in great request to sleep at the feet of invalids.
October 3rd and 4th.—I was stuck in bed for these two days because of a headache. A kind old woman who took care of me suggested that I try many unusual remedies. It's common to stick an orange leaf or a piece of black plaster on each temple, and another popular method is to split a bean in half, moisten it, and place one half on each temple, where they stick easily. It’s considered inappropriate to remove the beans or plaster; they should be left to fall off on their own. Sometimes, if a guy with patches on his head is asked what’s wrong, he’ll say, “I had a headache the day before yesterday.” Many of the treatments people use around here are bizarrely strange but too gross to mention. One of the least disgusting methods involves killing and cutting open two puppies and wrapping them around a broken limb. Hairless little dogs are highly sought after to sleep at the feet of sick people.
St. Fe is a quiet little town, and is kept clean and in good order. The governor, Lopez, was a common soldier at the time of the revolution; but has now been seventeen years in power. This stability of government is owing to his tyrannical habits; for tyranny seems as yet better adapted to these countries than republicanism. The governor's favourite occupation is hunting Indians: a short time since he slaughtered forty-eight, and sold the children at the rate of three or four pounds apiece.
St. Fe is a peaceful small town that is well-maintained and tidy. The governor, Lopez, was an ordinary soldier during the revolution but has been in power for seventeen years now. This stability in government is due to his tyrannical ways; it seems that tyranny is still better suited to these regions than republicanism. The governor's favorite pastime is hunting Indians: not long ago, he killed forty-eight of them and sold the children for three or four pounds each.
October 5th.—We crossed the Parana to St. Fe Bajada, a town on the opposite shore. The passage took some hours, as the river here consisted of a labyrinth of small streams, separated by low wooded islands. I had a letter of introduction to an old Catalonian Spaniard, who treated me with the most uncommon hospitality. The Bajada is the capital of Entre Rios. In 1825 the town contained 6000 inhabitants, and the province 30,000; yet, few as the inhabitants are, no province has suffered more from bloody and desperate revolutions. They boast here of representatives, ministers, a standing army, and governors: so it is no wonder that they have their revolutions. At some future day this must be one of the richest countries of La Plata. The soil is varied and productive; and its almost insular form gives it two grand lines of communication by the rivers Parana and Uruguay.
October 5th.—We crossed the Parana River to St. Fe Bajada, a town on the other side. The crossing took several hours since the river here was made up of a maze of small streams, divided by low wooded islands. I had a letter of introduction to an old Catalonian Spaniard, who welcomed me with exceptional hospitality. The Bajada is the capital of Entre Rios. In 1825, the town had 6,000 residents, and the province had 30,000; yet, despite the small population, no province has suffered more from violent and desperate revolutions. They talk here about representatives, ministers, a standing army, and governors: so it’s no surprise that they have their revolutions. In the future, this should be one of the wealthiest areas of La Plata. The land is diverse and fertile; and its almost island-like shape gives it two major transportation routes via the Parana and Uruguay rivers.
I was delayed here five days, and employed myself in examining the geology of the surrounding country, which was very interesting. We here see at the bottom of the cliffs, beds containing sharks' teeth and sea-shells of extinct species, passing above into an indurated marl, and from that into the red clayey earth of the Pampas, with its calcareous concretions and the bones of terrestrial quadrupeds. This vertical section clearly tells us of a large bay of pure salt-water, gradually encroached on, and at last converted into the bed of a muddy estuary, into which floating carcasses were swept. At Punta Gorda, in Banda Oriental, I found an alternation of the Pampaean estuary deposit, with a limestone containing some of the same extinct sea-shells; and this shows either a change in the former currents, or more probably an oscillation of level in the bottom of the ancient estuary. Until lately, my reasons for considering the Pampaean formation to be an estuary deposit were, its general appearance, its position at the mouth of the existing great river the Plata, and the presence of so many bones of terrestrial quadrupeds: but now Professor Ehrenberg has had the kindness to examine for me a little of the red earth, taken from low down in the deposit, close to the skeletons of the mastodon, and he finds in it many infusoria, partly salt-water and partly fresh-water forms, with the latter rather preponderating; and therefore, as he remarks, the water must have been brackish. M. A. d'Orbigny found on the banks of the Parana, at the height of a hundred feet, great beds of an estuary shell, now living a hundred miles lower down nearer the sea; and I found similar shells at a less height on the banks of the Uruguay; this shows that just before the Pampas was slowly elevated into dry land, the water covering it was brackish. Below Buenos Ayres there are upraised beds of sea-shells of existing species, which also proves that the period of elevation of the Pampas was within the recent period.
I was held up here for five days and spent my time exploring the geology of the surrounding area, which was very interesting. At the bottom of the cliffs, I found layers with shark teeth and sea shells from extinct species, transitioning into hardened marl, and then into the red clay of the Pampas, with its calcium deposits and the bones of land mammals. This vertical section clearly reveals a large bay of pure saltwater that was gradually taken over and eventually turned into a muddy estuary where floating carcasses were carried away. At Punta Gorda in Banda Oriental, I discovered a mix of the Pampas' estuary deposits with limestone that contained some of the same extinct sea shells; this indicates either a change in past currents or more likely a change in the level of the ancient estuary's bottom. Until recently, my reasons for thinking the Pampas formation was an estuary deposit were its overall look, its location at the mouth of the current major river, the Plata, and the many bones of land mammals found there. But now, Professor Ehrenberg kindly analyzed some of the red earth I collected from deep in the deposit, close to the mastodon skeletons, and he found many types of infusoria, some from saltwater and some from freshwater, with the latter being more common; thus, as he noted, the water must have been brackish. M. A. d'Orbigny discovered large beds of estuary shells, which are now found living a hundred miles further down near the sea, on the banks of the Paraná at a height of a hundred feet; I found similar shells at a lower elevation on the banks of the Uruguay. This indicates that just before the Pampas gradually rose to become dry land, the area was covered by brackish water. Below Buenos Aires, there are raised beds of sea shells from species that still exist today, which also supports the idea that the Pampas' elevation occurred during recent times.
In the Pampaean deposit at the Bajada I found the osseous armour of a gigantic armadillo-like animal, the inside of which, when the earth was removed, was like a great cauldron; I found also teeth of the Toxodon and Mastodon, and one tooth of a Horse, in the same stained and decayed state. This latter tooth greatly interested me, 73 and I took scrupulous care in ascertaining that it had been embedded contemporaneously with the other remains; for I was not then aware that amongst the fossils from Bahia Blanca there was a horse's tooth hidden in the matrix: nor was it then known with certainty that the remains of horses are common in North America. Mr. Lyell has lately brought from the United States a tooth of a horse; and it is an interesting fact, that Professor Owen could find in no species, either fossil or recent, a slight but peculiar curvature characterizing it, until he thought of comparing it with my specimen found here: he has named this American horse Equus curvidens. Certainly it is a marvellous fact in the history of the Mammalia, that in South America a native horse should have lived and disappeared, to be succeeded in after-ages by the countless herds descended from the few introduced with the Spanish colonists!
In the Pampaean deposit at the Bajada, I discovered the bony armor of a gigantic armadillo-like animal, which, when the earth was cleared away, resembled a large cauldron. I also found teeth from the Toxodon and Mastodon, along with a horse's tooth, all in the same stained and decayed condition. The horse's tooth really caught my interest, 73, and I made sure to confirm that it had been buried at the same time as the other remains; I wasn't yet aware that among the fossils from Bahia Blanca, there was a horse's tooth hidden in the surrounding material. It wasn't widely known back then that horse remains were common in North America. Recently, Mr. Lyell brought back a horse's tooth from the United States, and it's fascinating that Professor Owen couldn't find a match for its slight but unique curvature in either fossilized or recent species until he compared it to my specimen from here: he named this American horse Equus curvidens. It's certainly an amazing fact in the history of mammals that a native horse once lived and went extinct in South America, only to be followed in later times by the numerous herds descended from those few brought over by Spanish colonists!
The existence in South America of a fossil horse, of the mastodon, possibly of an elephant, 74 and of a hollow-horned ruminant, discovered by MM. Lund and Clausen in the caves of Brazil, are highly interesting facts with respect to the geographical distribution of animals. At the present time, if we divide America, not by the Isthmus of Panama, but by the southern part of Mexico 75 in lat. 20 degs., where the great table-land presents an obstacle to the migration of species, by affecting the climate, and by forming, with the exception of some valleys and of a fringe of low land on the coast, a broad barrier; we shall then have the two zoological provinces of North and South America strongly contrasted with each other. Some few species alone have passed the barrier, and may be considered as wanderers from the south, such as the puma, opossum, kinkajou, and peccari. South America is characterized by possessing many peculiar gnawers, a family of monkeys, the llama, peccari, tapir, opossums, and, especially, several genera of Edentata, the order which includes the sloths, ant-eaters, and armadilloes. North America, on the other hand, is characterized (putting on one side a few wandering species) by numerous peculiar gnawers, and by four genera (the ox, sheep, goat, and antelope) of hollow-horned ruminants, of which great division South America is not known to possess a single species. Formerly, but within the period when most of the now existing shells were living, North America possessed, besides hollow-horned ruminants, the elephant, mastodon, horse, and three genera of Edentata, namely, the Megatherium, Megalonyx, and Mylodon. Within nearly this same period (as proved by the shells at Bahia Blanca) South America possessed, as we have just seen, a mastodon, horse, hollow-horned ruminant, and the same three genera (as well as several others) of the Edentata. Hence it is evident that North and South America, in having within a late geological period these several genera in common, were much more closely related in the character of their terrestrial inhabitants than they now are. The more I reflect on this case, the more interesting it appears: I know of no other instance where we can almost mark the period and manner of the splitting up of one great region into two well-characterized zoological provinces. The geologist, who is fully impressed with the vast oscillations of level which have affected the earth's crust within late periods, will not fear to speculate on the recent elevation of the Mexican platform, or, more probably, on the recent submergence of land in the West Indian Archipelago, as the cause of the present zoological separation of North and South America. The South American character of the West Indian mammals 76 seems to indicate that this archipelago was formerly united to the southern continent, and that it has subsequently been an area of subsidence.
The discovery of a fossil horse, mastodon, possibly an elephant, 74 and a hollow-horned ruminant in the caves of Brazil by MM. Lund and Clausen is a fascinating aspect of animal geographical distribution in South America. Nowadays, if we divide America not at the Isthmus of Panama but through the southern part of Mexico 75 at latitude 20 degrees, where the vast plateau creates a barrier to species migration by influencing the climate and forming, aside from a few valleys and a stretch of low land along the coast, a wide obstacle, we can see two contrasting zoological provinces: North and South America. Only a few species have crossed this barrier and can be seen as wanderers from the south, such as the puma, opossum, kinkajou, and peccary. South America is known for its unique rodents, a family of monkeys, the llama, peccary, tapir, opossums, and especially several genera of Edentata, which includes sloths, anteaters, and armadillos. In contrast, North America, aside from a few wandering species, is characterized by numerous unique rodents and four genera (ox, sheep, goat, and antelope) of hollow-horned ruminants, none of which are present in South America. Historically, during the time when most existing shells were alive, North America also had hollow-horned ruminants, along with the elephant, mastodon, horse, and three Edentata genera: Megatherium, Megalonyx, and Mylodon. During nearly the same period, as indicated by the shells at Bahia Blanca, South America had, as we noted, a mastodon, horse, hollow-horned ruminant, and the same three genera (plus several others) of Edentata. It’s clear that in a recent geological period, North and South America shared several genera, making their land-dwelling inhabitants much more similar than they are today. The more I think about this case, the more intriguing it seems: I can’t think of another example where we can nearly pinpoint the period and method of a significant region dividing into two well-defined zoological provinces. A geologist, aware of the significant level changes that have impacted the Earth’s crust in recent times, would not hesitate to theorize that the recent uplift of the Mexican plateau or, more likely, the recent submersion of land in the West Indian Archipelago caused the current zoological divide between North and South America. The South American characteristics of the mammals in the West Indies 76 suggest that this archipelago was once connected to the southern continent and has since undergone subsidence.
When America, and especially North America, possessed its elephants, mastodons, horse, and hollow-horned ruminants, it was much more closely related in its zoological characters to the temperate parts of Europe and Asia than it now is. As the remains of these genera are found on both sides of Behring's Straits 77 and on the plains of Siberia, we are led to look to the north-western side of North America as the former point of communication between the Old and so-called New World. And as so many species, both living and extinct, of these same genera inhabit and have inhabited the Old World, it seems most probable that the North American elephants, mastodons, horse, and hollow-horned ruminants migrated, on land since submerged near Behring's Straits, from Siberia into North America, and thence, on land since submerged in the West Indies, into South America, where for a time they mingled with the forms characteristic of that southern continent, and have since become extinct.
When America, particularly North America, had its elephants, mastodons, horses, and hollow-horned herbivores, it was much more similar in its animal traits to the temperate regions of Europe and Asia than it is today. Since the remains of these animals have been found on both sides of Bering Strait 77 and on the plains of Siberia, we are led to consider the northwestern part of North America as the former link between the Old and so-called New World. Given that many species, both living and extinct, from these same groups inhabit or have inhabited the Old World, it seems most likely that the North American elephants, mastodons, horses, and hollow-horned herbivores migrated over land, which is now underwater near Bering Strait, from Siberia into North America, and then, over land that is now submerged in the West Indies, into South America, where they briefly mixed with species typical of that southern continent before becoming extinct.
While travelling through the country, I received several vivid descriptions of the effects of a late great drought; and the account of this may throw some light on the cases where vast numbers of animals of all kinds have been embedded together. The period included between the years 1827 and 1830 is called the "gran seco," or the great drought. During this time so little rain fell, that the vegetation, even to the thistles, failed; the brooks were dried up, and the whole country assumed the appearance of a dusty high road. This was especially the case in the northern part of the province of Buenos Ayres and the southern part of St. Fe. Very great numbers of birds, wild animals, cattle, and horses perished from the want of food and water. A man told me that the deer 78 used to come into his courtyard to the well, which he had been obliged to dig to supply his own family with water; and that the partridges had hardly strength to fly away when pursued. The lowest estimation of the loss of cattle in the province of Buenos Ayres alone, was taken at one million head. A proprietor at San Pedro had previously to these years 20,000 cattle; at the end not one remained. San Pedro is situated in the middle of the finest country; and even now abounds again with animals; yet during the latter part of the "gran seco," live cattle were brought in vessels for the consumption of the inhabitants. The animals roamed from their estancias, and, wandering far southward, were mingled together in such multitudes, that a government commission was sent from Buenos Ayres to settle the disputes of the owners. Sir Woodbine Parish informed me of another and very curious source of dispute; the ground being so long dry, such quantities of dust were blown about, that in this open country the landmarks became obliterated, and people could not tell the limits of their estates.
While traveling through the country, I heard several vivid accounts of the impact of a major drought, which may help explain the instances where large numbers of animals of all kinds have been found buried together. The period between 1827 and 1830 is known as the "gran seco," or the great drought. During this time, there was so little rainfall that vegetation, even thistles, died; the streams dried up, and the entire landscape looked like a dusty highway. This was especially true in the northern part of the Buenos Aires province and the southern part of Santa Fe. A huge number of birds, wild animals, cattle, and horses died from lack of food and water. One man told me that deer 78 would come into his courtyard to drink from a well he had to dig for his family's water, and that the partridges were barely able to fly when chased. The lowest estimate of cattle loss in Buenos Aires province alone was around one million head. A rancher in San Pedro had 20,000 cattle before these years, but by the end, not a single one was left. San Pedro is located in the heart of some of the best land, and even now it is once again filled with animals. However, during the later part of the "gran seco," live cattle were brought in from other areas to feed the people. The animals wandered away from their ranches, traveling far south and gathering in such huge numbers that the government had to send a commission from Buenos Aires to resolve the ownership disputes. Sir Woodbine Parish told me about another interesting source of conflict; the ground had been so dry for so long, and so much dust was blown around, that the landmarks became erased, and people could no longer identify the boundaries of their properties.
I was informed by an eye-witness that the cattle in herds of thousands rushed into the Parana, and being exhausted by hunger they were unable to crawl up the muddy banks, and thus were drowned. The arm of the river which runs by San Pedro was so full of putrid carcasses, that the master of a vessel told me that the smell rendered it quite impassable. Without doubt several hundred thousand animals thus perished in the river: their bodies when putrid were seen floating down the stream; and many in all probability were deposited in the estuary of the Plata. All the small rivers became highly saline, and this caused the death of vast numbers in particular spots; for when an animal drinks of such water it does not recover. Azara describes 79 the fury of the wild horses on a similar occasion, rushing into the marshes, those which arrived first being overwhelmed and crushed by those which followed. He adds that more than once he has seen the carcasses of upwards of a thousand wild horses thus destroyed. I noticed that the smaller streams in the Pampas were paved with a breccia of bones but this probably is the effect of a gradual increase, rather than of the destruction at any one period. Subsequently to the drought of 1827 to 1832, a very rainy season followed which caused great floods. Hence it is almost certain that some thousands of the skeletons were buried by the deposits of the very next year. What would be the opinion of a geologist, viewing such an enormous collection of bones, of all kinds of animals and of all ages, thus embedded in one thick earthy mass? Would he not attribute it to a flood having swept over the surface of the land, rather than to the common order of things? 710
I was told by an eyewitness that thousands of cattle rushed into the Parana River, and because they were exhausted from hunger, they couldn’t climb up the muddy banks and ended up drowning. The part of the river near San Pedro was so filled with rotting carcasses that the captain of a boat told me the stench made it completely impassable. It’s estimated that several hundred thousand animals drowned in the river; their bodies were seen floating downstream, and many likely ended up in the estuary of the Plata. All the small rivers became very saline, which caused many animals to die in specific areas since drinking that water did not allow them to recover. Azara mentions the rage of the wild horses in a similar situation, charging into the marshes, with the first ones being overwhelmed and crushed by those that followed. He notes that he has seen the remains of over a thousand wild horses killed this way. I noticed that the smaller streams in the Pampas were covered with a mixture of bones, which is probably due to a gradual accumulation rather than a mass die-off at one time. After the drought from 1827 to 1832, a very rainy season followed, leading to significant floods. Therefore, it’s likely that several thousand skeletons were buried by the deposits from the next year. What would a geologist think about such a massive collection of bones from various kinds of animals and ages, all embedded in one thick layer of soil? Wouldn’t he conclude that it resulted from a flood sweeping across the land, rather than from normal circumstances?
October 12th.—I had intended to push my excursion further, but not being quite well, I was compelled to return by a balandra, or one-masted vessel of about a hundred tons' burden, which was bound to Buenos Ayres. As the weather was not fair, we moored early in the day to a branch of a tree on one of the islands. The Parana is full of islands, which undergo a constant round of decay and renovation. In the memory of the master several large ones had disappeared, and others again had been formed and protected by vegetation. They are composed of muddy sand, without even the smallest pebble, and were then about four feet above the level of the river; but during the periodical floods they are inundated. They all present one character; numerous willows and a few other trees are bound together by a great variety of creeping plants, thus forming a thick jungle. These thickets afford a retreat for capybaras and jaguars. The fear of the latter animal quite destroyed all pleasure in scrambling through the woods. This evening I had not proceeded a hundred yards, before finding indubitable signs of the recent presence of the tiger, I was obliged to come back. On every island there were tracks; and as on the former excursion "el rastro de los Indios" had been the subject of conversation, so in this was "el rastro del tigre." The wooded banks of the great rivers appear to be the favourite haunts of the jaguar; but south of the Plata, I was told that they frequented the reeds bordering lakes: wherever they are, they seem to require water. Their common prey is the capybara, so that it is generally said, where capybaras are numerous there is little danger from the jaguar. Falconer states that near the southern side of the mouth of the Plata there are many jaguars, and that they chiefly live on fish; this account I have heard repeated. On the Parana they have killed many wood-cutters, and have even entered vessels at night. There is a man now living in the Bajada, who, coming up from below when it was dark, was seized on the deck; he escaped, however, with the loss of the use of one arm. When the floods drive these animals from the islands, they are most dangerous. I was told that a few years since a very large one found its way into a church at St. Fe: two padres entering one after the other were killed, and a third, who came to see what was the matter, escaped with difficulty. The beast was destroyed by being shot from a corner of the building which was unroofed. They commit also at these times great ravages among cattle and horses. It is said that they kill their prey by breaking their necks. If driven from the carcass, they seldom return to it. The Gauchos say that the jaguar, when wandering about at night, is much tormented by the foxes yelping as they follow him. This is a curious coincidence with the fact which is generally affirmed of the jackals accompanying, in a similarly officious manner, the East Indian tiger. The jaguar is a noisy animal, roaring much by night, and especially before bad weather.
October 12th.—I had planned to continue my trip further, but since I wasn’t feeling well, I had to head back on a balandra, a one-masted ship weighing about a hundred tons, that was heading to Buenos Aires. Because the weather wasn't great, we anchored early in the day to a tree branch on one of the islands. The Parana has many islands that constantly go through cycles of decay and renewal. The captain recalled that several large islands had disappeared, while others had formed and were now protected by vegetation. They are made of muddy sand with no pebbles at all, and were about four feet above the river level at the time, but they get flooded during seasonal high waters. They all share a common characteristic; numerous willows and a few other trees are intertwined with various creeping plants, creating a dense jungle. These thickets provide a refuge for capybaras and jaguars. My fear of the latter spoiled any enjoyment of wandering through the woods. That evening, I hadn’t gone more than a hundred yards when I came across undeniable signs that a jaguar had recently been there, so I had to turn back. There were tracks on every island, and just as "el rastro de los Indios" had been a topic of conversation during my previous trip, this time it was "el rastro del tigre." The wooded banks of the major rivers seem to be the jaguar's preferred spots; however, I was told that south of the Plata, they often hang out in the reeds by lakes: wherever they are, they seem to need water. Their usual prey is the capybara, so it’s generally said that where capybaras are abundant, there’s little risk from the jaguar. Falconer mentions that near the southern mouth of the Plata, many jaguars exist and they mainly feed on fish; I've heard this echoed before. In the Parana, they have attacked many woodcutters and even boarded boats at night. There's a man living in the Bajada who was grabbed on the deck while coming up from below in the dark; he managed to escape but lost the use of one arm. When floods force these animals off the islands, they become especially dangerous. I was told that a few years ago, a very large one got into a church in St. Fe: two priests who went in one after another were killed, and a third who entered to see what was happening barely escaped. The beast was eventually shot from a corner of the building that had lost its roof. They also cause significant damage to cattle and horses during these times. It is said that they kill their prey by breaking their necks. If they are chased away from a carcass, they rarely go back. The Gauchos say that when the jaguar is out at night, it is often harassed by yapping foxes following it. This is an interesting coincidence with the common belief that jackals do something similar with the East Indian tiger. The jaguar is a loud animal, roaring a lot at night, especially before bad weather.
One day, when hunting on the banks of the Uruguay, I was shown certain trees, to which these animals constantly recur for the purpose, as it is said, of sharpening their claws. I saw three well-known trees; in front, the bark was worn smooth, as if by the breast of the animal, and on each side there were deep scratches, or rather grooves, extending in an oblique line, nearly a yard in length. The scars were of different ages. A common method of ascertaining whether a jaguar is in the neighbourhood is to examine these trees. I imagine this habit of the jaguar is exactly similar to one which may any day be seen in the common cat, as with outstretched legs and exserted claws it scrapes the leg of a chair; and I have heard of young fruit-trees in an orchard in England having been thus much injured. Some such habit must also be common to the puma, for on the bare hard soil of Patagonia I have frequently seen scores so deep that no other animal could have made them. The object of this practice is, I believe, to tear off the ragged points of their claws, and not, as the Gauchos think, to sharpen them. The jaguar is killed, without much difficulty, by the aid of dogs baying and driving him up a tree, where he is despatched with bullets.
One day, while hunting along the banks of the Uruguay, I was shown some trees that these animals often visit, as it's said, to sharpen their claws. I saw three familiar trees; the bark in front was worn smooth, as if by the animal's chest, and on each side were deep scratches, or rather grooves, slanting down and nearly a yard long. The scars varied in age. A common way to tell if a jaguar is nearby is to check these trees. I think this behavior of the jaguar is quite similar to how a domestic cat, with outstretched legs and extended claws, scratches the leg of a chair; I've heard of young fruit trees in an orchard in England being seriously damaged this way. A similar behavior must also be typical of the puma because on the bare hard ground of Patagonia, I've often seen deep marks that no other animal could have made. I believe the purpose of this practice is to remove the jagged tips of their claws, rather than, as the Gauchos believe, to sharpen them. The jaguar can be killed without much trouble by using dogs to chase it up a tree, where it's then shot with bullets.
Owing to bad weather we remained two days at our moorings. Our only amusement was catching fish for our dinner: there were several kinds, and all good eating. A fish called the "armado" (a Silurus) is remarkable from a harsh grating noise which it makes when caught by hook and line, and which can be distinctly heard when the fish is beneath the water. This same fish has the power of firmly catching hold of any object, such as the blade of an oar or the fishing-line, with the strong spine both of its pectoral and dorsal fin. In the evening the weather was quite tropical, the thermometer standing at 79 degs. Numbers of fireflies were hovering about, and the musquitoes were very troublesome. I exposed my hand for five minutes, and it was soon black with them; I do not suppose there could have been less than fifty, all busy sucking.
Due to bad weather, we stayed at our moorings for two days. Our only entertainment was catching fish for dinner: there were several types, and all were good to eat. One fish called the "armado" (a Silurus) is known for the harsh grating noise it makes when caught on a hook, which can be clearly heard when it's underwater. This same fish can grip onto anything, like the blade of an oar or the fishing line, with the strong spines of its pectoral and dorsal fins. In the evening, the weather felt tropical, with the thermometer reading 79 degrees. Numerous fireflies were flying around, and the mosquitoes were a real nuisance. I held out my hand for five minutes, and it quickly got covered in them; I wouldn’t be surprised if there were at least fifty, all busy feeding.
October 15th.—We got under way and passed Punta Gorda, where there is a colony of tame Indians from the province of Missiones. We sailed rapidly down the current, but before sunset, from a silly fear of bad weather, we brought-to in a narrow arm of the river. I took the boat and rowed some distance up this creek. It was very narrow, winding, and deep; on each side a wall thirty or forty feet high, formed by trees intwined with creepers, gave to the canal a singularly gloomy appearance. I here saw a very extraordinary bird, called the Scissor- beak (Rhynchops nigra). It has short legs, web feet, extremely long- pointed wings, and is of about the size of a tern. The beak is flattened laterally, that is, in a plane at right angles to that of a spoonbill or duck. It is as flat and elastic as an ivory paper-cutter, and the lower mandible, differing from every other bird, is an inch and a half longer than the upper. In a lake near Maldonado, from which the water had been nearly drained, and which, in consequence, swarmed with small fry, I saw several of these birds, generally in small flocks, flying rapidly backwards and forwards close to the surface of the lake. They kept their bills wide open, and the lower mandible half buried in the water. Thus skimming the surface, they ploughed it in their course: the water was quite smooth, and it formed a most curious spectacle to behold a flock, each bird leaving its narrow wake on the mirror-like surface. In their flight they frequently twist about with extreme quickness, and dexterously manage with their projecting lower mandible to plough up small fish, which are secured by the upper and shorter half of their scissor-like bills. This fact I repeatedly saw, as, like swallows, they continued to fly backwards and forwards close before me. Occasionally when leaving the surface of the water their flight was wild, irregular, and rapid; they then uttered loud harsh cries. When these birds are fishing, the advantage of the long primary feathers of their wings, in keeping them dry, is very evident. When thus employed, their forms resemble the symbol by which many artists represent marine birds. Their tails are much used in steering their irregular course.
October 15th.—We set off and passed Punta Gorda, where there’s a group of tame Indigenous people from the province of Missiones. We sailed quickly downriver, but before sunset, out of a silly fear of bad weather, we stopped in a narrow part of the river. I took the boat and paddled a ways up this creek. It was very narrow, winding, and deep; on each side, a wall of trees, thirty or forty feet high, twisted with vines, gave the canal a notably gloomy look. I saw a very unusual bird called the Scissor-beak (Rhynchops nigra). It has short legs, webbed feet, extremely long pointed wings, and is about the size of a tern. The beak is flattened sideways, at a right angle to the plane of a spoonbill or duck. It’s as flat and flexible as an ivory paper cutter, and the lower mandible, unlike any other bird, is an inch and a half longer than the upper. In a lake near Maldonado, which had nearly drained and was therefore teeming with small fish, I noticed several of these birds, usually in small groups, flying quickly back and forth just above the water's surface. They kept their beaks wide open, with the lower mandible half submerged. While skimming the surface, they disturbed the water as they moved: the water was perfectly still, and it was fascinating to see a group of them, each bird leaving a narrow wake on the mirror-like surface. In their flight, they often twisted very quickly and skillfully used their protruding lower mandible to catch small fish, which were snagged by the upper and shorter part of their scissor-like bills. I saw this happen repeatedly, as they flew back and forth just in front of me, like swallows. Occasionally, when they left the water’s surface, their flight became wild, erratic, and fast; they then emitted loud, harsh cries. When these birds are hunting, it’s really clear how the long primary feathers of their wings help keep them dry. While fishing, their shapes resemble the symbols that many artists use to depict marine birds. Their tails are crucial for steering their unpredictable flight.

These birds are common far inland along the course of the Rio Parana; it is said that they remain here during the whole year, and breed in the marshes. During the day they rest in flocks on the grassy plains at some distance from the water. Being at anchor, as I have said, in one of the deep creeks between the islands of the Parana, as the evening drew to a close, one of these scissor-beaks suddenly appeared. The water was quite still, and many little fish were rising. The bird continued for a long time to skim the surface, flying in its wild and irregular manner up and down the narrow canal, now dark with the growing night and the shadows of the overhanging trees. At Monte Video, I observed that some large flocks during the day remained on the mud-banks at the head of the harbour, in the same manner as on the grassy plains near the Parana; and every evening they took flight seaward. From these facts I suspect that the Rhynchops generally fishes by night, at which time many of the lower animals come most abundantly to the surface. M. Lesson states that he has seen these birds opening the shells of the mactrae buried in the sand-banks on the coast of Chile: from their weak bills, with the lower mandible so much projecting, their short legs and long wings, it is very improbable that this can be a general habit.
These birds are commonly found far inland along the Rio Parana; they supposedly stay here all year and breed in the marshes. During the day, they rest in flocks on the grassy plains a bit away from the water. While I was anchored, as I mentioned, in one of the deep creeks between the islands of the Parana, one of these scissor-beaks suddenly showed up as evening approached. The water was completely still, and many small fish were surfacing. The bird skimmed the water for a long time, flying in its wild, erratic style up and down the narrow canal, now dark with the encroaching night and the shadows of the trees overhead. In Monte Video, I noticed that some large flocks spent the day on the mud-banks at the head of the harbor, just like on the grassy plains near the Parana; every evening, they took off towards the sea. From these observations, I suspect that the Rhynchops generally fishes at night, when many lower animals rise to the surface. M. Lesson mentions he has seen these birds opening the shells of the mactrae buried in the sandbanks along the coast of Chile: given their weak bills, with the lower mandible projecting so much, along with their short legs and long wings, it's very unlikely that this is a common behavior.
In our course down the Parana, I observed only three other birds, whose habits are worth mentioning. One is a small kingfisher (Ceryle Americana); it has a longer tail than the European species, and hence does not sit in so stiff and upright a position. Its flight also, instead of being direct and rapid, like the course of an arrow, is weak and undulatory, as among the soft-billed birds. It utters a low note, like the clicking together of two small stones. A small green parrot (Conurus murinus), with a grey breast, appears to prefer the tall trees on the islands to any other situation for its building-place. A number of nests are placed so close together as to form one great mass of sticks. These parrots always live in flocks, and commit great ravages on the corn-fields. I was told, that near Colonia 2500 were killed in the course of one year. A bird with a forked tail, terminated by two long feathers (Tyrannus savana), and named by the Spaniards scissor-tail, is very common near Buenos Ayres: it commonly sits on a branch of the ombu tree, near a house, and thence takes a short flight in pursuit of insects, and returns to the same spot. When on the wing it presents in its manner of flight and general appearance a caricature-likeness of the common swallow. It has the power of turning very shortly in the air, and in so doing opens and shuts its tail, sometimes in a horizontal or lateral and sometimes in a vertical direction, just like a pair of scissors.
During our journey down the Paraná, I noticed only three other birds that are worth mentioning. One is a small kingfisher (Ceryle Americana); it has a longer tail than the European variety, so it doesn’t sit as stiff and upright. Its flight, instead of being straight and fast like an arrow, is weak and undulating, similar to soft-billed birds. It makes a low sound, like the clicking of two small stones. A small green parrot (Conurus murinus) with a gray breast seems to prefer the tall trees on the islands for nesting over any other spot. Many nests are built so close together that they form one large mass of sticks. These parrots always flock together and cause significant damage to cornfields. I was told that near Colonia, 2,500 were killed in just one year. A bird with a forked tail, ending in two long feathers (Tyrannus savana), known by the Spaniards as scissor-tail, is quite common near Buenos Aires: it usually perches on a branch of the ombu tree by a house and then takes a short flight to catch insects before returning to the same spot. In the air, its flight and overall appearance are somewhat reminiscent of a common swallow. It can turn very sharply while flying, and in doing so, it opens and closes its tail, sometimes horizontally or laterally and sometimes vertically, just like a pair of scissors.
October 16th.—Some leagues below Rozario, the western shore of the Parana is bounded by perpendicular cliffs, which extend in a long line to below San Nicolas; hence it more resembles a sea-coast than that of a fresh-water river. It is a great drawback to the scenery of the Parana, that, from the soft nature of its banks, the water is very muddy. The Uruguay, flowing through a granitic country, is much clearer; and where the two channels unite at the head of the Plata, the waters may for a long distance be distinguished by their black and red colours. In the evening, the wind being not quite fair, as usual we immediately moored, and the next day, as it blew rather freshly, though with a favouring current, the master was much too indolent to think of starting. At Bajada, he was described to me as "hombre muy aflicto"—a man always miserable to get on; but certainly he bore all delays with admirable resignation. He was an old Spaniard, and had been many years in this country. He professed a great liking to the English, but stoutly maintained that the battle of Trafalgar was merely won by the Spanish captains having been all bought over; and that the only really gallant action on either side was performed by the Spanish admiral. It struck me as rather characteristic, that this man should prefer his countrymen being thought the worst of traitors, rather than unskilful or cowardly.
October 16th.—Some leagues below Rozario, the western shore of the Parana is lined with steep cliffs that stretch down past San Nicolas; this makes it look more like a coastline than a fresh-water river. One downside to the scenery of the Parana is that the water is quite muddy due to the soft nature of its banks. The Uruguay, flowing through a rocky region, is much clearer; where the two rivers meet at the head of the Plata, you can clearly see the waters distinguished by their black and red colors for a long distance. In the evening, since the wind wasn't quite right, we moored up, and the next day, even though the wind was fresh and the current was in our favor, the captain was too lazy to consider leaving. At Bajada, he was described to me as "hombre muy aflicto"—a man who always seemed miserable about getting underway; yet, he handled all delays with remarkable patience. He was an old Spaniard who had lived many years in this country. He said he really liked the English, but insisted that the battle of Trafalgar was only won because all the Spanish captains had been bribed, claiming that the only truly brave action from either side was taken by the Spanish admiral. I found it rather telling that this man preferred his countrymen to be seen as the worst of traitors rather than unskilled or cowardly.
18th and 19th.—We continued slowly to sail down the noble stream: the current helped us but little. We met, during our descent, very few vessels. One of the best gifts of nature, in so grand a channel of communication, seems here wilfully thrown away—a river in which ships might navigate from a temperate country, as surprisingly abundant in certain productions as destitute of others, to another possessing a tropical climate, and a soil which, according to the best of judges, M. Bonpland, is perhaps unequalled in fertility in any part of the world. How different would have been the aspect of this river if English colonists had by good fortune first sailed up the Plata! What noble towns would now have occupied its shores! Till the death of Francia, the Dictator of Paraguay, these two countries must remain distinct, as if placed on opposite sides of the globe. And when the old bloody-minded tyrant is gone to his long account, Paraguay will be torn by revolutions, violent in proportion to the previous unnatural calm. That country will have to learn, like every other South American state, that a republic cannot succeed till it contains a certain body of men imbued with the principles of justice and honour.
18th and 19th.—We continued to sail slowly down the grand river: the current barely helped us. On our way down, we saw very few boats. One of nature's greatest gifts, in such an impressive pathway, seems to be intentionally wasted—a river that could allow ships to travel from a temperate region, rich in certain products yet lacking in others, to another area with a tropical climate and land that, according to the best expert, M. Bonpland, may be unmatched in fertility anywhere in the world. How different this river might look today if English colonists had managed to sail up the Plata first! What thriving towns would likely line its banks! Until the death of Francia, the dictator of Paraguay, these two countries will remain separate, as if they were on opposite sides of the world. And when the old cruel tyrant finally passes away, Paraguay will be shaken by revolutions, fierce in response to the previous unnatural peace. That country will have to learn, like every other South American nation, that a republic can only thrive when it has a group of people dedicated to the principles of justice and honor.
October 20th.—Being arrived at the mouth of the Parana, and as I was very anxious to reach Buenos Ayres, I went on shore at Las Conchas, with the intention of riding there. Upon landing, I found to my great surprise that I was to a certain degree a prisoner. A violent revolution having broken out, all the ports were laid under an embargo. I could not return to my vessel, and as for going by land to the city, it was out of the question. After a long conversation with the commandant, I obtained permission to go the next day to General Rolor, who commanded a division of the rebels on this side the capital. In the morning I rode to the encampment. The general, officers, and soldiers, all appeared, and I believe really were, great villains. The general, the very evening before he left the city, voluntarily went to the Governor, and with his hand to his heart, pledged his word of honour that he at least would remain faithful to the last. The general told me that the city was in a state of close blockade, and that all he could do was to give me a passport to the commander-in-chief of the rebels at Quilmes. We had therefore to take a great sweep round the city, and it was with much difficulty that we procured horses. My reception at the encampment was quite civil, but I was told it was impossible that I could be allowed to enter the city. I was very anxious about this, as I anticipated the Beagle's departure from the Rio Plata earlier than it took place. Having mentioned, however, General Rosas's obliging kindness to me when at the Colorado, magic itself could not have altered circumstances quicker than did this conversation. I was instantly told that though they could not give me a passport, if I chose to leave my guide and horses, I might pass their sentinels. I was too glad to accept of this, and an officer was sent with me to give directions that I should not be stopped at the bridge. The road for the space of a league was quite deserted. I met one party of soldiers, who were satisfied by gravely looking at an old passport: and at length I was not a little pleased to find myself within the city.
October 20th.—When I arrived at the mouth of the Parana, I was eager to get to Buenos Ayres, so I went ashore at Las Conchas, planning to ride there. To my surprise, I discovered that I was effectively a prisoner. A violent revolution had broken out, and all the ports were under embargo. I couldn't return to my ship, and traveling overland to the city was out of the question. After a lengthy discussion with the commandant, I got permission to meet General Rolor, who led a division of the rebels near the capital, the next day. In the morning, I rode to the encampment. The general, along with the officers and soldiers, seemed to be, and likely were, quite villainous. The general had voluntarily gone to the Governor the evening before he left the city, pledging his word of honor to remain loyal to the very end. He informed me that the city was under a strict blockade, and he could only provide me with a passport to the commander-in-chief of the rebels at Quilmes. Consequently, we had to take a long detour around the city, and we struggled to find horses. My reception at the encampment was polite, but I was told that I couldn’t be allowed into the city. I was quite worried about this, as I expected the Beagle would leave the Rio Plata sooner than it did. However, after mentioning General Rosas's kindness to me in Colorado, the situation changed almost instantly. I was told that while they couldn't issue me a passport, if I was willing to leave my guide and horses behind, I could pass their sentinels. I was more than happy to accept this, and an officer was sent with me to ensure I wouldn’t be stopped at the bridge. The road for about a league was completely deserted. I encountered one group of soldiers, who were satisfied with just a glance at an old passport, and finally, I was very pleased to find myself inside the city.
This revolution was supported by scarcely any pretext of grievances: but in a state which, in the course of nine months (from February to October, 1820), underwent fifteen changes in its government—each governor, according to the constitution, being elected for three years—it would be very unreasonable to ask for pretexts. In this case, a party of men—who, being attached to Rosas, were disgusted with the governor Balcarce—to the number of seventy left the city, and with the cry of Rosas the whole country took arms. The city was then blockaded, no provisions, cattle or horses, were allowed to enter; besides this, there was only a little skirmishing, and a few men daily killed. The outside party well knew that by stopping the supply of meat they would certainly be victorious. General Rosas could not have known of this rising; but it appears to be quite consonant with the plans of his party. A year ago he was elected governor, but he refused it, unless the Sala would also confer on him extraordinary powers. This was refused, and since then his party have shown that no other governor can keep his place. The warfare on both sides was avowedly protracted till it was possible to hear from Rosas. A note arrived a few days after I left Buenos Ayres, which stated that the General disapproved of peace having been broken, but that he thought the outside party had justice on their side. On the bare reception of this, the Governor, ministers, and part of the military, to the number of some hundreds, fled from the city. The rebels entered, elected a new governor, and were paid for their services to the number of 5500 men. From these proceedings, it was clear that Rosas ultimately would become the dictator: to the term king, the people in this, as in other republics, have a particular dislike. Since leaving South America, we have heard that Rosas has been elected, with powers and for a time altogether opposed to the constitutional principles of the republic.
This revolution had hardly any justification for grievances: in a country that changed its government fifteen times in nine months (from February to October, 1820)—where each governor was supposed to serve a three-year term—it would be unreasonable to expect justifications. In this situation, a group of about seventy men, loyal to Rosas and frustrated with Governor Balcarce, left the city, and with the rallying cry for Rosas, the entire nation took up arms. The city was blockaded, and no food, livestock, or horses were allowed to enter; aside from a few skirmishes, there were daily casualties. The outside forces knew that by cutting off the meat supply, they would likely win. General Rosas probably wasn't aware of this uprising, but it seems to align with his party's agenda. A year earlier, he was elected governor but refused unless the Sala granted him extraordinary powers. That request was denied, and since then, his party has demonstrated that no other governor can hold the position. The fighting on both sides was intentionally drawn out until there was word from Rosas. A note arrived a few days after I left Buenos Ayres, stating that the General disapproved of the conflict but believed the outside party had a valid point. Upon receiving this, the Governor, ministers, and several hundred military personnel fled the city. The rebels took control, elected a new governor, and were compensated for their service with 5,500 men. From these events, it was clear that Rosas would eventually become the dictator: the term "king" is something the people in this and other republics dislike. Since leaving South America, we've heard that Rosas has been elected with powers that completely contradict the constitutional principles of the republic.
CHAPTER VIII — BANDA ORIENTAL AND PATAGONIA
Excursion to Colonia del Sacramiento—Value of an Estancia—Cattle, how counted—Singular Breed of Oxen—Perforated Pebbles—Shepherd Dogs—Horses broken-in, Gauchos riding—Character of Inhabitants—Rio Plata—Flocks of Butterflies—Aeronaut Spiders—Phosphorescence of the Sea—Port Desire—Guanaco—Port St. Julian—Geology of Patagonia—Fossil gigantic Animal—Types of Organization constant—Change in the Zoology of America—Causes of Extinction.
Trip to Colonia del Sacramiento—Value of a Ranch—Counting Cattle—Unique Breed of Oxen—Holes in Pebbles—Shepherd Dogs—Trained Horses, Gauchos Riding—Character of the People—Rio Plata—Swarms of Butterflies—Flying Spiders—Glow of the Sea—Port Desire—Guanaco—Port St. Julian—Geology of Patagonia—Fossils of Giant Animals—Consistent Types of Organization—Changes in American Zoology—Causes of Extinction.
HAVING been delayed for nearly a fortnight in the city, I was glad to escape on board a packet bound for Monte Video. A town in a state of blockade must always be a disagreeable place of residence; in this case moreover there were constant apprehensions from robbers within. The sentinels were the worst of all; for, from their office and from having arms in their hands, they robbed with a degree of authority which other men could not imitate.
HAVING been stuck in the city for almost two weeks, I was relieved to finally leave on a ship headed for Monte Video. A town under blockade is always an unpleasant place to live; in this case, there were also ongoing fears of thieves lurking around. The guards were the worst of all; because of their position and their weapons, they stole with a level of authority that others couldn't match.
Our passage was a very long and tedious one. The Plata looks like a noble estuary on the map; but is in truth a poor affair. A wide expanse of muddy water has neither grandeur nor beauty. At one time of the day, the two shores, both of which are extremely low, could just be distinguished from the deck. On arriving at Monte Video I found that the Beagle would not sail for some time, so I prepared for a short excursion in this part of Banda Oriental. Everything which I have said about the country near Maldonado is applicable to Monte Video; but the land, with the one exception of the Green Mount 450 feet high, from which it takes its name, is far more level. Very little of the undulating grassy plain is enclosed; but near the town there are a few hedge-banks, covered with agaves, cacti, and fennel.
Our journey was really long and boring. The Plata looks like a grand estuary on the map, but in reality, it’s quite disappointing. A wide stretch of muddy water lacks both grandeur and beauty. At one point during the day, you could barely make out the low shores from the deck. When I got to Monte Video, I learned that the Beagle wouldn’t be leaving for a while, so I decided to take a short trip around this part of Banda Oriental. Everything I've mentioned about the area near Maldonado applies to Monte Video as well; however, the land, except for the Green Mount, which is 450 feet high and gives it its name, is much flatter. Very little of the rolling grassy plain is fenced off, but close to the town, there are a few hedge-banks filled with agaves, cacti, and fennel.
November 14th.—We left Monte Video in the afternoon. I intended to proceed to Colonia del Sacramiento, situated on the northern bank of the Plata and opposite to Buenos Ayres, and thence, following up the Uruguay, to the village of Mercedes on the Rio Negro (one of the many rivers of this name in South America), and from this point to return direct to Monte Video. We slept at the house of my guide at Canelones. In the morning we rose early, in the hopes of being able to ride a good distance; but it was a vain attempt, for all the rivers were flooded. We passed in boats the streams of Canelones, St. Lucia, and San Jose, and thus lost much time. On a former excursion I crossed the Lucia near its mouth, and I was surprised to observe how easily our horses, although not used to swim, passed over a width of at least six hundred yards. On mentioning this at Monte Video, I was told that a vessel containing some mountebanks and their horses, being wrecked in the Plata, one horse swam seven miles to the shore. In the course of the day I was amused by the dexterity with which a Gaucho forced a restive horse to swim a river. He stripped off his clothes, and jumping on its back, rode into the water till it was out of its depth; then slipping off over the crupper, he caught hold of the tail, and as often as the horse turned round the man frightened it back by splashing water in its face. As soon as the horse touched the bottom on the other side, the man pulled himself on, and was firmly seated, bridle in hand, before the horse gained the bank. A naked man on a naked horse is a fine spectacle; I had no idea how well the two animals suited each other. The tail of a horse is a very useful appendage; I have passed a river in a boat with four people in it, which was ferried across in the same way as the Gaucho. If a man and horse have to cross a broad river, the best plan is for the man to catch hold of the pommel or mane, and help himself with the other arm.
November 14th.—We left Montevideo in the afternoon. I planned to head to Colonia del Sacramento, located on the northern bank of the Río de la Plata, directly across from Buenos Aires. From there, I intended to follow the Uruguay River to the village of Mercedes on the Río Negro (one of the many rivers with that name in South America), and then return straight to Montevideo. We stayed overnight at my guide's house in Canelones. In the morning, we got up early, hoping to cover a good distance, but it was a futile effort since all the rivers were flooded. We took boats across the Canelones, St. Lucia, and San José streams, which caused us to lose a lot of time. On a previous trip, I had crossed the Lucia near its mouth and was surprised to see how easily our horses, although not used to swimming, made it across a width of at least six hundred yards. When I mentioned this in Montevideo, I was told about a shipwreck in the Plata involving some entertainers and their horses; one horse swam seven miles to shore. Throughout the day, I was amused by how skillfully a Gaucho got a stubborn horse to swim across a river. He took off his clothes, jumped on the horse's back, and rode into the water until it was too deep. Then, slipping off over the back, he grabbed hold of the tail, and whenever the horse turned around, he scared it back by splashing water in its face. As soon as the horse touched the bottom on the other side, he pulled himself up and sat securely, reins in hand, before the horse reached the bank. A naked man on a naked horse is quite a sight; I had no idea how well they suited each other. The horse's tail is a very useful feature; I once crossed a river in a boat with four people, ferried across in the same way as the Gaucho. If a man and a horse need to cross a wide river, the best approach is for the man to grab the pommel or mane and use his other arm to help himself.
We slept and stayed the following day at the post of Cufre. In the evening the postman or letter-carrier arrived. He was a day after his time, owing to the Rio Rozario being flooded. It would not, however, be of much consequence; for, although he had passed through some of the principal towns in Banda Oriental, his luggage consisted of two letters! The view from the house was pleasing; an undulating green surface, with distant glimpses of the Plata. I find that I look at this province with very different eyes from what I did upon my first arrival. I recollect I then thought it singularly level; but now, after galloping over the Pampas, my only surprise is, what could have induced me ever to call it level. The country is a series of undulations, in themselves perhaps not absolutely great, but, as compared to the plains of St. Fe, real mountains. From these inequalities there is an abundance of small rivulets, and the turf is green and luxuriant.
We spent the night and the next day at the Cufre post. In the evening, the mailman arrived. He was a day late because the Rio Rozario was flooded. It didn’t really matter, though; even though he had gone through some major towns in Banda Oriental, he only brought two letters! The view from the house was nice; a rolling green landscape with distant views of the Plata River. I realize that I see this province very differently now than when I first got here. I remember thinking it was remarkably flat, but after riding across the Pampas, I’m only surprised that I ever called it flat. The land is a series of hills, which, while not extremely high on their own, feel like real mountains compared to the plains of St. Fe. From these hills, there are plenty of small streams, and the grass is lush and green.
November 17th.—We crossed the Rozario, which was deep and rapid, and passing the village of Colla, arrived at midday at Colonia del Sacramiento. The distance is twenty leagues, through a country covered with fine grass, but poorly stocked with cattle or inhabitants. I was invited to sleep at Colonia, and to accompany on the following day a gentleman to his estancia, where there were some limestone rocks. The town is built on a stony promontory something in the same manner as at Monte Video. It is strongly fortified, but both fortifications and town suffered much in the Brazilian war. It is very ancient; and the irregularity of the streets, and the surrounding groves of old orange and peach trees, gave it a pretty appearance. The church is a curious ruin; it was used as a powder-magazine, and was struck by lightning in one of the ten thousand thunderstorms of the Rio Plata. Two-thirds of the building were blown away to the very foundation; and the rest stands a shattered and curious monument of the united powers of lightning and gunpowder. In the evening I wandered about the half-demolished walls of the town. It was the chief seat of the Brazilian war;—a war most injurious to this country, not so much in its immediate effects, as in being the origin of a multitude of generals and all other grades of officers. More generals are numbered (but not paid) in the United Provinces of La Plata than in the United Kingdom of Great Britain. These gentlemen have learned to like power, and do not object to a little skirmishing. Hence there are many always on the watch to create disturbance and to overturn a government which as yet has never rested on any staple foundation. I noticed, however, both here and in other places, a very general interest in the ensuing election for the President; and this appears a good sign for the prosperity of this little country. The inhabitants do not require much education in their representatives; I heard some men discussing the merits of those for Colonia; and it was said that, "although they were not men of business, they could all sign their names:" with this they seemed to think every reasonable man ought to be satisfied.
November 17th.—We crossed the Rozario, which was deep and fast-flowing, and after passing the village of Colla, we arrived at Colonia del Sacramiento around midday. The distance is twenty leagues, through a landscape covered in lush grass, but not many cattle or people. I was invited to stay the night at Colonia and to accompany a gentleman to his estancia the next day, where there were some limestone rocks. The town is located on a rocky promontory, similar to Monte Video. It's well-fortified, but both the fortifications and the town suffered greatly during the Brazilian war. It has a long history; the irregular streets and the old orange and peach trees surrounding it gave it a charming look. The church is an interesting ruin; it was once used as a powder magazine and was struck by lightning during one of the many thunderstorms in the Rio Plata. Two-thirds of the building were blown away to the foundation, leaving the rest as a shattered and fascinating monument to the combined forces of lightning and gunpowder. In the evening, I strolled around the half-destroyed walls of the town. It was the main site of the Brazilian war—a war that harmed this country, not just in its immediate impact, but also because it created numerous generals and other officers. There are more generals listed (but not paid) in the United Provinces of La Plata than in the United Kingdom of Great Britain. These men have grown fond of power and don’t mind a bit of fighting. Thus, many are always looking to stir up trouble and topple a government that has never been firmly established. However, I noticed, both here and in other places, a widespread interest in the upcoming presidential election; this seems to be a good sign for the future of this small country. The residents don’t require much education from their representatives; I overheard some men discussing the candidates for Colonia, and it was mentioned that "even though they weren't businessmen, they could all sign their names": with that, they seemed to believe every reasonable person should be pleased.
18th.—Rode with my host to his estancia, at the Arroyo de San Juan. In the evening we took a ride round the estate: it contained two square leagues and a half, and was situated in what is called a rincon; that is, one side was fronted by the Plata, and the two others guarded by impassable brooks. There was an excellent port for little vessels, and an abundance of small wood, which is valuable as supplying fuel to Buenos Ayres. I was curious to know the value of so complete an estancia. Of cattle there were 3000, and it would well support three or four times that number; of mares 800, together with 150 broken-in horses, and 600 sheep. There was plenty of water and limestone, a rough house, excellent corrals, and a peach orchard. For all this he had been offered 2000 Pounds, and he only wanted 500 Pounds additional, and probably would sell it for less. The chief trouble with an estancia is driving the cattle twice a week to a central spot, in order to make them tame, and to count them. This latter operation would be thought difficult, where there are ten or fifteen thousand head together. It is managed on the principle that the cattle invariably divide themselves into little troops of from forty to one hundred. Each troop is recognized by a few peculiarly marked animals, and its number is known: so that, one being lost out of ten thousand, it is perceived by its absence from one of the tropillas. During a stormy night the cattle all mingle together; but the next morning the tropillas separate as before; so that each animal must know its fellow out of ten thousand others.
18th.—I rode with my host to his ranch at the Arroyo de San Juan. In the evening, we took a ride around the estate, which covered two and a half square leagues and was located in a corner, meaning one side faced the Plata River, while the other two sides were protected by impassable streams. There was a great harbor for small boats and plenty of firewood, which was valuable for heating Buenos Aires. I was curious about the value of such a well-equipped ranch. There were 3,000 cattle, and it could easily support three or four times that amount; it had 800 mares, 150 trained horses, and 600 sheep. There was plenty of water and limestone, a simple house, excellent pens, and a peach orchard. He had been offered 2,000 pounds for all of this and was just looking for an additional 500 pounds, likely willing to sell for less. The main challenge of a ranch is rounding up the cattle twice a week to a central location to tame them and take inventory. This can be tricky when there are ten or fifteen thousand heads of cattle. It's done by having the cattle naturally form small groups of forty to one hundred. Each group is identified by a few uniquely marked animals, and their numbers are known, so if one goes missing from ten thousand, it can be easily spotted by its absence from one of the groups. During a stormy night, the cattle all mix together, but the next morning the groups separate again, meaning each animal must recognize its companions out of ten thousand others.
On two occasions I met with in this province some oxen of a very curious breed, called nata or niata. They appear externally to hold nearly the same relation to other cattle, which bull or pug dogs do to other dogs. Their forehead is very short and broad, with the nasal end turned up, and the upper lip much drawn back; their lower jaws project beyond the upper, and have a corresponding upward curve; hence their teeth are always exposed. Their nostrils are seated high up and are very open; their eyes project outwards. When walking they carry their heads low, on a short neck; and their hinder legs are rather longer compared with the front legs than is usual. Their bare teeth, their short heads, and upturned nostrils give them the most ludicrous self-confident air of defiance imaginable.
On two occasions, I encountered some really interesting oxen in this province, known as nata or niata. They seem to have a similar relationship to other cattle as bull or pug dogs do to other dogs. Their foreheads are very short and wide, with their noses turned up and their upper lips pulled back; their lower jaws stick out further than their upper jaws and have a similar upward curve, which means their teeth are always showing. Their nostrils are positioned high and are quite open; their eyes stick out. When they walk, they hold their heads low on a short neck, and their back legs are noticeably longer in relation to their front legs than is typical. Their exposed teeth, short heads, and upturned nostrils give them a hilariously self-assured look of defiance.
Since my return, I have procured a skeleton head, through the kindness of my friend Captain Sulivan, R. N., which is now deposited in the College of Surgeons. 81 Don F. Muniz, of Luxan, has kindly collected for me all the information which he could respecting this breed. From his account it seems that about eighty or ninety years ago, they were rare and kept as curiosities at Buenos Ayres. The breed is universally believed to have originated amongst the Indians southward of the Plata; and that it was with them the commonest kind. Even to this day, those reared in the provinces near the Plata show their less civilized origin, in being fiercer than common cattle, and in the cow easily deserting her first calf, if visited too often or molested. It is a singular fact that an almost similar structure to the abnormal 82 one of the niata breed, characterizes, as I am informed by Dr. Falconer, that great extinct ruminant of India, the Sivatherium. The breed is very true; and a niata bull and cow invariably produce niata calves. A niata bull with a common cow, or the reverse cross, produces offspring having an intermediate character, but with the niata characters strongly displayed: according to Senor Muniz, there is the clearest evidence, contrary to the common belief of agriculturists in analogous cases, that the niata cow when crossed with a common bull transmits her peculiarities more strongly than the niata bull when crossed with a common cow. When the pasture is tolerably long, the niata cattle feed with the tongue and palate as well as common cattle; but during the great droughts, when so many animals perish, the niata breed is under a great disadvantage, and would be exterminated if not attended to; for the common cattle, like horses, are able just to keep alive, by browsing with their lips on twigs of trees and reeds; this the niatas cannot so well do, as their lips do not join, and hence they are found to perish before the common cattle. This strikes me as a good illustration of how little we are able to judge from the ordinary habits of life, on what circumstances, occurring only at long intervals, the rarity or extinction of a species may be determined.
Since my return, I've obtained a skeleton head, thanks to my friend Captain Sulivan, R. N., which is now housed at the College of Surgeons. 81 Don F. Muniz, from Luxan, has generously gathered all the information he could about this breed for me. From what he tells me, about eighty or ninety years ago, they were rare and considered curiosities in Buenos Aires. It’s widely believed that this breed originated with the Indians south of the Plata and was the most common type among them. Even today, those raised in the provinces near the Plata show their less domesticated background, being wilder than regular cattle, and a cow can easily abandon her first calf if she is checked on too often or disturbed. It's interesting that a structure similar to the unusual 82 one of the niata breed is also seen, as Dr. Falconer has informed me, in the great extinct ruminant of India, the Sivatherium. This breed is very true; a niata bull and cow always produce niata calves. When a niata bull mates with a common cow, or the other way around, the offspring have mixed traits, but the niata traits are strongly evident: according to Senor Muniz, the niata cow, when bred with a common bull, tends to pass on her unique characteristics more than the niata bull does with a common cow. When the grass is reasonably long, the niata cattle graze using their tongues and palates just like common cattle; however, during severe droughts, when many animals die, the niata breed is at a significant disadvantage and would face extinction if not cared for; common cattle, like horses, can just stay alive by nibbling on tree twigs and reeds; the niatas cannot do this as effectively because their lips do not meet, which leads them to die before the common cattle. This seems to me a clear example of how little we can understand from typical life habits about the conditions that can lead to the rarity or extinction of a species, especially when those conditions arise only infrequently.
November 19th.—Passing the valley of Las Vacas, we slept at a house of a North American, who worked a lime-kiln on the Arroyo de las Vivoras. In the morning we rode to a protecting headland on the banks of the river, called Punta Gorda. On the way we tried to find a jaguar. There were plenty of fresh tracks, and we visited the trees, on which they are said to sharpen their claws; but we did not succeed in disturbing one. From this point the Rio Uruguay presented to our view a noble volume of water. From the clearness and rapidity of the stream, its appearance was far superior to that of its neighbour the Parana. On the opposite coast, several branches from the latter river entered the Uruguay. As the sun was shining, the two colours of the waters could be seen quite distinct.
November 19th.—Passing through the valley of Las Vacas, we stayed overnight at a house owned by an American who worked a lime kiln on the Arroyo de las Vigorás. In the morning, we rode to a protective headland on the riverbanks, known as Punta Gorda. Along the way, we looked for a jaguar. There were plenty of fresh tracks, and we checked out the trees where they supposedly sharpen their claws, but we didn’t manage to spot one. From this point, the Rio Uruguay revealed a magnificent flow of water. Its clarity and swift current made it look far better than its neighboring river, the Paraná. On the opposite bank, several branches from the Paraná flowed into the Uruguay. With the sun shining, we could see the two colors of the waters very clearly.
In the evening we proceeded on our road towards Mercedes on the Rio Negro. At night we asked permission to sleep at an estancia at which we happened to arrive. It was a very large estate, being ten leagues square, and the owner is one of the greatest landowners in the country. His nephew had charge of it, and with him there was a captain in the army, who the other day ran away from Buenos Ayres. Considering their station, their conversation was rather amusing. They expressed, as was usual, unbounded astonishment at the globe being round, and could scarcely credit that a hole would, if deep enough, come out on the other side. They had, however, heard of a country where there were six months of light and six of darkness, and where the inhabitants were very tall and thin! They were curious about the price and condition of horses and cattle in England. Upon finding out we did not catch our animals with the lazo, they cried out, "Ah, then, you use nothing but the bolas:" the idea of an enclosed country was quite new to them. The captain at last said, he had one question to ask me, which he should be very much obliged if I would answer with all truth. I trembled to think how deeply scientific it would be: it was, "Whether the ladies of Buenos Ayres were not the handsomest in the world." I replied, like a renegade, "Charmingly so." He added, "I have one other question: Do ladies in any other part of the world wear such large combs?" I solemnly assured him that they did not. They were absolutely delighted. The captain exclaimed, "Look there! a man who has seen half the world says it is the case; we always thought so, but now we know it." My excellent judgment in combs and beauty procured me a most hospitable reception; the captain forced me to take his bed, and he would sleep on his recado.
In the evening, we continued on our way to Mercedes by the Rio Negro. At night, we asked if we could stay at a ranch we came across. It was a huge estate, covering ten leagues, and the owner is one of the biggest landowners in the country. His nephew managed the place, and there was also a captain from the army who had recently escaped from Buenos Aires. Given their status, their conversation was quite entertaining. They expressed their disbelief about the Earth being round and could hardly believe that a hole could lead all the way through to the other side. However, they had heard of a land where there were six months of daylight and six months of darkness, where the people were very tall and thin! They were curious about the price and condition of horses and cattle in England. When they found out we didn’t catch our animals with a lasso, they exclaimed, "Ah, so you only use bolas!" The concept of a fenced-in country was completely new to them. Eventually, the captain said he had one question for me, which he would appreciate if I answered honestly. I braced myself, thinking it would be a complex scientific inquiry, but he asked, "Are the ladies of Buenos Aires not the prettiest in the world?" I replied, somewhat defectively, "Absolutely." He then asked, "Do women in any other part of the world wear such large combs?" I solemnly assured him that they did not. They were truly thrilled. The captain exclaimed, "Look! A man who has seen half the world says it’s true; we always thought that, but now we know!" My discerning views on combs and beauty earned me a very warm welcome; the captain insisted I take his bed while he would sleep on his saddle.
21st.—Started at sunrise, and rode slowly during the whole day. The geological nature of this part of the province was different from the rest, and closely resembled that of the Pampas. In consequence, there were immense beds of the thistle, as well as of the cardoon: the whole country, indeed, may be called one great bed of these plants. The two sorts grow separate, each plant in company with its own kind. The cardoon is as high as a horse's back, but the Pampas thistle is often higher than the crown of the rider's head. To leave the road for a yard is out of the question; and the road itself is partly, and in some cases entirely closed. Pasture, of course there is none; if cattle or horses once enter the bed, they are for the time completely lost. Hence it is very hazardous to attempt to drive cattle at this season of the year; for when jaded enough to face the thistles, they rush among them, and are seen no more. In these districts there are very few estancias, and these few are situated in the neighbourhood of damp valleys, where fortunately neither of these overwhelming plants can exist. As night came on before we arrived at our journey's end, we slept at a miserable little hovel inhabited by the poorest people. The extreme though rather formal courtesy of our host and hostess, considering their grade of life, was quite delightful.
21st.—We set off at sunrise and rode slowly all day. The geological makeup of this part of the province was different from the rest and closely resembled that of the Pampas. As a result, there were huge areas filled with thistles and cardoons; the entire landscape could really be described as one giant garden of these plants. The two types grow separately, each with its kind. The cardoon reaches the height of a horse's back, while the Pampas thistle can often tower over the rider's head. straying from the path is not an option, as the road is partially, and in some places entirely, blocked. There is absolutely no pasture; if cattle or horses enter the thistle fields, they become completely lost. Therefore, it's very risky to try to herd cattle during this time of year because when they are exhausted enough to tackle the thistles, they charge into them and disappear. In this area, there are very few ranches, and those that do exist are near damp valleys, where thankfully neither of these overwhelming plants can grow. As night fell before we reached our destination, we stayed at a run-down little hut occupied by the poorest people. The polite yet somewhat formal manners of our hosts were surprisingly charming, given their circumstances.
November 22nd.—Arrived at an estancia on the Berquelo belonging to a very hospitable Englishman, to whom I had a letter of introduction from my friend Mr. Lumb. I stayed here three days. One morning I rode with my host to the Sierra del Pedro Flaco, about twenty miles up the Rio Negro. Nearly the whole country was covered with good though coarse grass, which was as high as a horse's belly; yet there were square leagues without a single head of cattle. The province of Banda Oriental, if well stocked, would support an astonishing number of animals, at present the annual export of hides from Monte Video amounts to three hundred thousand; and the home consumption, from waste, is very considerable. An "estanciero" told me that he often had to send large herds of cattle a long journey to a salting establishment, and that the tired beasts were frequently obliged to be killed and skinned; but that he could never persuade the Gauchos to eat of them, and every evening a fresh beast was slaughtered for their suppers! The view of the Rio Negro from the Sierra was more picturesque than any other which I saw in this province. The river, broad, deep, and rapid, wound at the foot of a rocky precipitous cliff: a belt of wood followed its course, and the horizon terminated in the distant undulations of the turf-plain.
November 22nd.—I arrived at an estancia on the Berquelo owned by a very welcoming Englishman, to whom I had a letter of introduction from my friend Mr. Lumb. I stayed here for three days. One morning, I rode with my host to the Sierra del Pedro Flaco, about twenty miles up the Rio Negro. Almost the entire area was covered with decent, though coarse, grass that was as high as a horse's belly; yet there were square leagues without a single head of cattle. The province of Banda Oriental, if well-stocked, could support an astonishing number of animals. Currently, the annual export of hides from Monte Video amounts to three hundred thousand, and the domestic consumption, due to waste, is quite significant. An "estanciero" told me that he often had to send large herds of cattle on long journeys to a salting facility, and that the exhausted animals often had to be killed and skinned; however, he could never convince the Gauchos to eat them, and every evening a fresh animal was slaughtered for their dinners! The view of the Rio Negro from the Sierra was more picturesque than any other I saw in this province. The river, broad, deep, and fast-flowing, wound at the base of a steep, rocky cliff: a band of trees followed its path, and the horizon ended in the distant rolling hills of the grassland.
When in this neighbourhood, I several times heard of the Sierra de las Cuentas: a hill distant many miles to the northward. The name signifies hill of beads. I was assured that vast numbers of little round stones, of various colours, each with a small cylindrical hole, are found there. Formerly the Indians used to collect them, for the purpose of making necklaces and bracelets—a taste, I may observe, which is common to all savage nations, as well as to the most polished. I did not know what to understand from this story, but upon mentioning it at the Cape of Good Hope to Dr. Andrew Smith, he told me that he recollected finding on the south-eastern coast of Africa, about one hundred miles to the eastward of St. John's river, some quartz crystals with their edges blunted from attrition, and mixed with gravel on the sea-beach. Each crystal was about five lines in diameter, and from an inch to an inch and a half in length. Many of them had a small canal extending from one extremity to the other, perfectly cylindrical, and of a size that readily admitted a coarse thread or a piece of fine catgut. Their colour was red or dull white. The natives were acquainted with this structure in crystals. I have mentioned these circumstances because, although no crystallized body is at present known to assume this form, it may lead some future traveller to investigate the real nature of such stones.
When I was in this area, I heard several times about the Sierra de las Cuentas, a hill many miles to the north. The name means "hill of beads." I was told that a lot of small round stones of various colors, each with a tiny cylindrical hole, are found there. In the past, the Indigenous people gathered them to make necklaces and bracelets—a preference that seems common to all uncivilized nations as well as the most refined. I wasn’t sure what to make of this story, but when I mentioned it at the Cape of Good Hope to Dr. Andrew Smith, he recalled finding some quartz crystals about one hundred miles east of St. John's River on the southeast coast of Africa. These crystals had worn edges due to attrition and were mixed with gravel on the beach. Each crystal was about five lines wide and between an inch and an inch and a half long. Many of them had a small channel running from one end to the other, perfectly cylindrical and wide enough to fit a coarse thread or a piece of fine catgut. They were either red or dull white. The local people were familiar with this type of crystal structure. I mention these details because while there’s no known crystallized body that currently takes this shape, it might encourage some future traveler to explore the true nature of such stones.
While staying at this estancia, I was amused with what I saw and heard of the shepherd-dogs of the country. 83 When riding, it is a common thing to meet a large flock of sheep guarded by one or two dogs, at the distance of some miles from any house or man. I often wondered how so firm a friendship had been established. The method of education consists in separating the puppy, while very young, from the bitch, and in accustoming it to its future companions. An ewe is held three or four times a day for the little thing to suck, and a nest of wool is made for it in the sheep-pen; at no time is it allowed to associate with other dogs, or with the children of the family. The puppy is, moreover, generally castrated; so that, when grown up, it can scarcely have any feelings in common with the rest of its kind. From this education it has no wish to leave the flock, and just as another dog will defend its master, man, so will these the sheep. It is amusing to observe, when approaching a flock, how the dog immediately advances barking, and the sheep all close in his rear, as if round the oldest ram. These dogs are also easily taught to bring home the flock, at a certain hour in the evening. Their most troublesome fault, when young, is their desire of playing with the sheep; for in their sport they sometimes gallop their poor subjects most unmercifully.
While staying at this ranch, I was entertained by what I saw and heard about the shepherd dogs in the area. 83 When riding, it's common to encounter a large flock of sheep guarded by one or two dogs, often far from any house or person. I often wondered how such a strong bond had developed. The training process involves separating the puppy from its mother while it’s still very young, and getting it used to its future companions. An ewe is held three or four times a day for the puppy to nurse, and a nest made of wool is created for it in the sheep pen; at no time is it allowed to interact with other dogs or with the family’s children. Additionally, the puppy is usually neutered, so when it grows up, it has little in common with other dogs. Because of this training, it has no desire to leave the flock, and just like any other dog will defend its owner, these dogs will protect the sheep. It’s amusing to see that as you approach a flock, the dog immediately moves forward barking, and the sheep all gather close behind it, as if around the oldest ram. These dogs can also be easily taught to bring the flock home at a certain time in the evening. Their most annoying habit when they’re young is wanting to play with the sheep, as their games sometimes end up scaring the poor animals quite a bit.
The shepherd-dog comes to the house every day for some meat, and as soon as it is given him, he skulks away as if ashamed of himself. On these occasions the house-dogs are very tyrannical, and the least of them will attack and pursue the stranger. The minute, however, the latter has reached the flock, he turns round and begins to bark, and then all the house-dogs take very quickly to their heels. In a similar manner a whole pack of the hungry wild dogs will scarcely ever (and I was told by some never) venture to attack a flock guarded by even one of these faithful shepherds. The whole account appears to me a curious instance of the pliability of the affections in the dog; and yet, whether wild or however educated, he has a feeling of respect or fear for those that are fulfilling their instinct of association. For we can understand on no principle the wild dogs being driven away by the single one with its flock, except that they consider, from some confused notion, that the one thus associated gains power, as if in company with its own kind. F. Cuvier has observed that all animals that readily enter into domestication, consider man as a member of their own society, and thus fulfil their instinct of association. In the above case the shepherd-dog ranks the sheep as its fellow-brethren, and thus gains confidence; and the wild dogs, though knowing that the individual sheep are not dogs, but are good to eat, yet partly consent to this view when seeing them in a flock with a shepherd-dog at their head.
The shepherd dog comes to the house every day for some meat, and as soon as he gets it, he sneaks away as if he’s embarrassed. During these times, the house dogs act very aggressively, and even the smallest of them will attack and chase the stranger. However, the moment the shepherd dog reaches the flock, he turns around and starts barking, causing all the house dogs to quickly run off. Similarly, a whole pack of hungry wild dogs will rarely (some say never) try to attack a flock guarded by even just one of these loyal shepherds. This situation seems to be a fascinating example of how dog emotions can shift; still, whether wild or trained, dogs have a sense of respect or fear towards those who are fulfilling their instinct to bond. We can't explain why wild dogs are scared off by a single dog with its flock, except that they seem to think, for some unclear reason, that the dog’s association with the flock gives it power, as if it’s with its own kind. F. Cuvier noted that all animals that easily become domesticated see humans as part of their own society and thus fulfill their instinct to connect. In this case, the shepherd dog sees the sheep as its brothers, gaining confidence; wild dogs, while knowing that individual sheep aren’t dogs and are good to eat, still partly accept this perspective when they see them in a flock with a shepherd dog leading them.
One evening a "domidor" (a subduer of horses) came for the purpose of breaking-in some colts. I will describe the preparatory steps, for I believe they have not been mentioned by other travellers. A troop of wild young horses is driven into the corral, or large enclosure of stakes, and the door is shut. We will suppose that one man alone has to catch and mount a horse, which as yet had never felt bridle or saddle. I conceive, except by a Gaucho, such a feat would be utterly impracticable. The Gaucho picks out a full-grown colt; and as the beast rushes round the circus he throws his lazo so as to catch both the front legs. Instantly the horse rolls over with a heavy shock, and whilst struggling on the ground, the Gaucho, holding the lazo tight, makes a circle, so as to catch one of the hind legs just beneath the fetlock, and draws it close to the two front legs: he then hitches the lazo, so that the three are bound together. Then sitting on the horse's neck, he fixes a strong bridle, without a bit, to the lower jaw: this he does by passing a narrow thong through the eye-holes at the end of the reins, and several times round both jaw and tongue. The two front legs are now tied closely together with a strong leathern thong, fastened by a slip-knot. The lazo, which bound the three together, being then loosed, the horse rises with difficulty. The Gaucho now holding fast the bridle fixed to the lower jaw, leads the horse outside the corral. If a second man is present (otherwise the trouble is much greater) he holds the animal's head, whilst the first puts on the horsecloths and saddle, and girths the whole together. During this operation, the horse, from dread and astonishment at thus being bound round the waist, throws himself over and over again on the ground, and, till beaten, is unwilling to rise. At last, when the saddling is finished, the poor animal can hardly breathe from fear, and is white with foam and sweat. The man now prepares to mount by pressing heavily on the stirrup, so that the horse may not lose its balance; and at the moment that he throws his leg over the animal's back, he pulls the slip-knot binding the front legs, and the beast is free. Some "domidors" pull the knot while the animal is lying on the ground, and, standing over the saddle, allow him to rise beneath them. The horse, wild with dread, gives a few most violent bounds, and then starts off at full gallop: when quite exhausted, the man, by patience, brings him back to the corral, where, reeking hot and scarcely alive, the poor beast is let free. Those animals which will not gallop away, but obstinately throw themselves on the ground, are by far the most troublesome. This process is tremendously severe, but in two or three trials the horse is tamed. It is not, however, for some weeks that the animal is ridden with the iron bit and solid ring, for it must learn to associate the will of its rider with the feel of the rein, before the most powerful bridle can be of any service.
One evening, a "domidor" (a horse tamer) arrived to break in some colts. I’ll outline the steps he took, as I think other travelers may not have mentioned them. A group of wild young horses is driven into a corral, or large fenced area, and the door is shut. Let’s say one man has to catch and ride a horse that has never felt a bridle or saddle before. I believe that except for a Gaucho, this would be completely impossible. The Gaucho chooses a full-grown colt, and as the horse runs around the enclosure, he throws his lasso to catch both front legs. Instantly, the horse falls over with a heavy thud, and while it's struggling on the ground, the Gaucho holds the lasso tight and makes a circle to catch one of the hind legs just below the fetlock, pulling it close to the two front legs. He then ties the lasso so that all three legs are bound together. Next, he sits on the horse's neck and attaches a strong bridle, without a bit, to the lower jaw by threading a narrow strap through the eye holes at the ends of the reins and wrapping it multiple times around the jaw and tongue. The two front legs are then tied tightly together with a strong leather thong secured with a slip knot. After loosening the lasso that holds all three legs, the horse struggles to rise. The Gaucho, still holding the bridle attached to the lower jaw, leads the horse out of the corral. If a second man is there (if not, the task is much harder), he holds the horse's head while the first one puts on the horse blankets and saddle, securing everything together. During this process, the horse, terrified and confused about being bound around the waist, throws itself on the ground repeatedly and is reluctant to get up until it is forced to. Finally, when the saddling is done, the poor animal can hardly breathe from fear and is covered in foam and sweat. The man prepares to mount by applying pressure to the stirrup to keep the horse steady; at the moment he swings his leg over the horse's back, he undoes the slip knot tying the front legs, and the horse is free. Some "domidors" untie the knot while the horse is still lying down, standing over the saddle and letting it rise beneath them. The horse, frantic with fear, bolts wildly a few times before taking off at full speed. When it is completely exhausted, the man patiently brings it back to the corral, where the distressed animal is finally released. Horses that refuse to gallop away and stubbornly throw themselves on the ground are by far the most troublesome. This process is incredibly harsh, but after two or three tries, the horse is tamed. However, it takes several weeks before the animal can be ridden with a metal bit and solid ring, as it needs to learn to associate the rider's commands with the feel of the reins before the strongest bridle can be effective.
Animals are so abundant in these countries, that humanity and self-interest are not closely united; therefore I fear it is that the former is here scarcely known. One day, riding in the Pampas with a very respectable "estanciero," my horse, being tired, lagged behind. The man often shouted to me to spur him. When I remonstrated that it was a pity, for the horse was quite exhausted, he cried out, "Why not?—never mind—spur him—it is my horse." I had then some difficulty in making him comprehend that it was for the horse's sake, and not on his account, that I did not choose to use my spurs. He exclaimed, with a look of great surprise, "Ah, Don Carlos, que cosa!" It was clear that such an idea had never before entered his head.
Animals are so plentiful in these countries that humanity and self-interest aren't closely connected; as a result, I fear that the former is hardly recognized here. One day, while riding in the Pampas with a very respectable ranch owner, my horse got tired and fell behind. The man repeatedly shouted for me to spur him on. When I explained that it was a pity because the horse was completely exhausted, he yelled, "Why not?—never mind—just spur him—it’s my horse." I then had some difficulty making him understand that I didn’t want to use my spurs for the horse’s sake, not his. He exclaimed with a look of great surprise, "Ah, Don Carlos, what a thing!" It was clear that such an idea had never crossed his mind before.
The Gauchos are well known to be perfect riders. The idea of being thrown, let the horse do what it likes; never enters their head. Their criterion of a good rider is, a man who can manage an untamed colt, or who, if his horse falls, alights on his own feet, or can perform other such exploits. I have heard of a man betting that he would throw his horse down twenty times, and that nineteen times he would not fall himself. I recollect seeing a Gaucho riding a very stubborn horse, which three times successively reared so high as to fall backwards with great violence. The man judged with uncommon coolness the proper moment for slipping off, not an instant before or after the right time; and as soon as the horse got up, the man jumped on his back, and at last they started at a gallop. The Gaucho never appears to exert any muscular force. I was one day watching a good rider, as we were galloping along at a rapid pace, and thought to myself, "Surely if the horse starts, you appear so careless on your seat, you must fall." At this moment, a male ostrich sprang from its nest right beneath the horse's nose: the young colt bounded on one side like a stag; but as for the man, all that could be said was, that he started and took fright with his horse.
The Gauchos are known for being amazing riders. The thought of being thrown off, or letting the horse do whatever it wants, never crosses their minds. Their idea of a good rider is someone who can handle a wild colt or, if their horse falls, lands on their feet, or can pull off other impressive feats. I've heard of a guy betting he could throw his horse down twenty times and not fall himself nineteen of those times. I remember watching a Gaucho on a really stubborn horse that reared up three times in a row, crashing backward hard. The guy had an incredible sense of timing for slipping off, not a second too early or too late; and as soon as the horse got back up, he jumped right back on and they took off at a gallop. The Gaucho never seems to use much strength. One day, while I was watching a skilled rider as we were speeding along, I thought, "If the horse gets spooked, you look so relaxed in your seat, you'll definitely fall." At that moment, a male ostrich jumped out from its nest right under the horse's nose: the young colt leaped to the side like a deer; but as for the man, all that could be said was that he jumped in surprise along with his horse.
In Chile and Peru more pains are taken with the mouth of the horse than in La Plata, and this is evidently a consequence of the more intricate nature of the country. In Chile a horse is not considered perfectly broken, till he can be brought up standing, in the midst of his full speed, on any particular spot,—for instance, on a cloak thrown on the ground: or, again, he will charge a wall, and rearing, scrape the surface with his hoofs. I have seen an animal bounding with spirit, yet merely reined by a fore-finger and thumb, taken at full gallop across a courtyard, and then made to wheel round the post of a veranda with great speed, but at so equal a distance, that the rider, with outstretched arm, all the while kept one finger rubbing the post. Then making a demi-volte in the air, with the other arm outstretched in a like manner, he wheeled round, with astonishing force, in an opposite direction.
In Chile and Peru, more attention is given to a horse's mouth than in La Plata, which is clearly due to the more complex nature of the area. In Chile, a horse isn’t considered fully trained until it can stop and stand still at full speed on a specific spot—like a cloak on the ground, for example. A horse might also charge at a wall and rear up, scraping the surface with its hooves. I’ve seen a spirited animal galloping along, barely controlled by just a finger and thumb, race across a courtyard and then quickly turn around a veranda post at an even distance, allowing the rider to keep one finger lightly brushing against the post. Then, making a mid-air turn with the other arm extended in a similar way, the horse spun around with incredible force in the opposite direction.
Such a horse is well broken; and although this at first may appear useless, it is far otherwise. It is only carrying that which is daily necessary into perfection. When a bullock is checked and caught by the lazo, it will sometimes gallop round and round in a circle, and the horse being alarmed at the great strain, if not well broken, will not readily turn like the pivot of a wheel. In consequence many men have been killed; for if the lazo once takes a twist round a man's body, it will instantly, from the power of the two opposed animals, almost cut him in twain. On the same principle the races are managed; the course is only two or three hundred yards long, the wish being to have horses that can make a rapid dash. The race-horses are trained not only to stand with their hoofs touching a line, but to draw all four feet together, so as at the first spring to bring into play the full action of the hind-quarters. In Chile I was told an anecdote, which I believe was true; and it offers a good illustration of the use of a well-broken animal. A respectable man riding one day met two others, one of whom was mounted on a horse, which he knew to have been stolen from himself. He challenged them; they answered him by drawing their sabres and giving chase. The man, on his good and fleet beast, kept just ahead: as he passed a thick bush he wheeled round it, and brought up his horse to a dead check. The pursuers were obliged to shoot on one side and ahead. Then instantly dashing on, right behind them, he buried his knife in the back of one, wounded the other, recovered his horse from the dying robber, and rode home. For these feats of horsemanship two things are necessary: a most severe bit, like the Mameluke, the power of which, though seldom used, the horse knows full well; and large blunt spurs, that can be applied either as a mere touch, or as an instrument of extreme pain. I conceive that with English spurs, the slightest touch of which pricks the skin, it would be impossible to break in a horse after the South American fashion.
Such a horse is well-trained, and while this might seem unnecessary at first, it's actually very important. It's all about perfecting something that's needed daily. When a bull gets caught by the lasso, it sometimes runs in circles, and if the horse isn't well-trained, it won't be able to turn quickly like a wheel pivot. Because of this, many people have been injured or killed; if the lasso wraps around a person, the force from the two animals can almost cut them in half. The same principle applies to horse races; the track is usually just two or three hundred yards long, aiming for horses that can sprint quickly. Racehorses are trained to stand with their hooves on a starting line and to push off all four feet together to maximize the power from their hindquarters at takeoff. In Chile, I heard a story, which I believe to be true, that illustrates how valuable a well-trained horse can be. One day, a respectable man was riding and encountered two others, one of whom was on a horse he recognized as stolen from him. He confronted them, and they responded by drawing their swords and chasing him. The man, riding his swift and reliable horse, stayed just ahead. As he passed a dense bush, he turned sharply around it and brought his horse to a halt. The pursuers had to shoot off to the side and ahead. He then charged right behind them, stabbed one in the back, injured the other, recovered his horse from the dying thief, and returned home. For such impressive horsemanship, two things are essential: a very strong bit, like the Mameluke, which the horse knows can be painful even if it's rarely used, and large blunt spurs that can be applied lightly or as instruments of significant pain. I believe that with English spurs, which prick the skin with the slightest touch, it would be impossible to train a horse in the same way as they do in South America.
At an estancia near Las Vacas large numbers of mares are weekly slaughtered for the sake of their hides, although worth only five paper dollars, or about half a crown apiece. It seems at first strange that it can answer to kill mares for such a trifle; but as it is thought ridiculous in this country ever to break in or ride a mare, they are of no value except for breeding. The only thing for which I ever saw mares used, was to tread out wheat from the ear, for which purpose they were driven round a circular enclosure, where the wheat-sheaves were strewed. The man employed for slaughtering the mares happened to be celebrated for his dexterity with the lazo. Standing at the distance of twelve yards from the mouth of the corral, he has laid a wager that he would catch by the legs every animal, without missing one, as it rushed past him. There was another man who said he would enter the corral on foot, catch a mare, fasten her front legs together, drive her out, throw her down, kill, skin, and stake the hide for drying (which latter is a tedious job); and he engaged that he would perform this whole operation on twenty-two animals in one day. Or he would kill and take the skin off fifty in the same time. This would have been a prodigious task, for it is considered a good day's work to skin and stake the hides of fifteen or sixteen animals.
At a ranch near Las Vacas, a large number of mares are slaughtered each week for their hides, which are only worth five paper dollars, or about half a crown each. It seems strange at first that it's worth it to kill mares for such a small amount; however, because people here find it ridiculous to train or ride them, they have no value other than for breeding. The only use I've seen for mares is to trample wheat out of the ears, for which they are driven around a circular pen, where the wheat sheaves are scattered. The guy who does the slaughtering is known for his skill with the lasso. Standing twelve yards away from the entrance of the corral, he bet that he could catch every mare by the legs without missing a single one as they rushed past him. Another guy claimed he would go into the corral on foot, catch a mare, tie her front legs together, drive her out, throw her down, kill her, skin her, and stake the hide for drying (which is a tedious task); and he promised he would do this with twenty-two mares in one day. Alternatively, he said he could kill and skin fifty in the same time. This would be an incredible feat, as it’s considered a good day’s work to skin and stake the hides of fifteen or sixteen animals.
November 26th.—I set out on my return in a direct line for Monte Video. Having heard of some giant's bones at a neighbouring farm-house on the Sarandis, a small stream entering the Rio Negro, I rode there accompanied by my host, and purchased for the value of eighteen pence the head of the Toxodon. 84 When found it was quite perfect; but the boys knocked out some of the teeth with stones, and then set up the head as a mark to throw at. By a most fortunate chance I found a perfect tooth, which exactly fitted one of the sockets in this skull, embedded by itself on the banks of the Rio Tercero, at the distance of about 180 miles from this place. I found remains of this extraordinary animal at two other places, so that it must formerly have been common. I found here, also, some large portions of the armour of a gigantic armadillo-like animal, and part of the great head of a Mylodon. The bones of this head are so fresh, that they contain, according to the analysis by Mr. T. Reeks, seven per cent of animal matter; and when placed in a spirit-lamp, they burn with a small flame. The number of the remains embedded in the grand estuary deposit which forms the Pampas and covers the granitic rocks of Banda Oriental, must be extraordinarily great. I believe a straight line drawn in any direction through the Pampas would cut through some skeleton or bones. Besides those which I found during my short excursions, I heard of many others, and the origin of such names as "the stream of the animal," "the hill of the giant," is obvious. At other times I heard of the marvellous property of certain rivers, which had the power of changing small bones into large; or, as some maintained, the bones themselves grew. As far as I am aware, not one of these animals perished, as was formerly supposed, in the marshes or muddy river-beds of the present land, but their bones have been exposed by the streams intersecting the subaqueous deposit in which they were originally embedded. We may conclude that the whole area of the Pampas is one wide sepulchre of these extinct gigantic quadrupeds.
November 26th.—I set out on my way back directly to Monte Video. After hearing about some giant bones at a nearby farmhouse on the Sarandis, a small stream that flows into the Rio Negro, I rode over there with my host and bought the head of a Toxodon for the price of eighteen pence. 84 When it was found, it was completely intact; however, the boys knocked out some of the teeth with stones and then used the head as a target. By sheer luck, I found a perfect tooth that fit one of the sockets in this skull, lodged by itself on the banks of the Rio Tercero, about 180 miles from here. I found remains of this remarkable animal at two other locations, which suggests it used to be quite common. I also discovered large pieces of the armor from a gigantic armadillo-like creature and part of the massive head of a Mylodon. The bones from this head are so well-preserved that analysis by Mr. T. Reeks shows they contain seven percent animal matter; when placed on a spirit lamp, they burn with a small flame. The number of remains embedded in the vast estuary deposit that makes up the Pampas and covers the granitic rocks of Banda Oriental must be incredibly high. I believe if you drew a straight line in any direction through the Pampas, you would intersect some skeleton or bones. In addition to what I found during my brief trips, I heard about many others, and the origins of names like "the stream of the animal" and "the hill of the giant" are pretty obvious. At other times, I heard about the incredible property of certain rivers that could change small bones into large ones; or, as some claimed, the bones themselves could grow. As far as I know, none of these animals died in what was once believed to be the marshes or muddy riverbeds of the current land, but their bones have been uncovered by the streams cutting through the underwater deposits where they were originally buried. We can conclude that the entire Pampas area is a vast grave for these extinct giant quadrupeds.
By the middle of the day, on the 28th, we arrived at Monte Video, having been two days and a half on the road. The country for the whole way was of a very uniform character, some parts being rather more rocky and hilly than near the Plata. Not far from Monte Video we passed through the village of Las Pietras, so named from some large rounded masses of syenite. Its appearance was rather pretty. In this country a few fig-trees round a group of houses, and a site elevated a hundred feet above the general level, ought always to be called picturesque.
By the middle of the day on the 28th, we arrived in Montevideo after spending two and a half days traveling. The landscape along the way was pretty consistent, with some areas being rockier and hillier than those near the Plata. Not far from Montevideo, we passed through the village of Las Pietras, named after some large rounded syenite rocks. It looked quite charming. In this region, a few fig trees around a cluster of houses, situated a hundred feet above the general level, should always be considered picturesque.
During the last six months I have had an opportunity of seeing a little of the character of the inhabitants of these provinces. The Gauchos, or countryrmen, are very superior to those who reside in the towns. The Gaucho is invariably most obliging, polite, and hospitable: I did not meet with even one instance of rudeness or inhospitality. He is modest, both respecting himself and country, but at the same time a spirited, bold fellow. On the other hand, many robberies are committed, and there is much bloodshed: the habit of constantly wearing the knife is the chief cause of the latter. It is lamentable to hear how many lives are lost in trifling quarrels. In fighting, each party tries to mark the face of his adversary by slashing his nose or eyes; as is often attested by deep and horrid-looking scars. Robberies are a natural consequence of universal gambling, much drinking, and extreme indolence. At Mercedes I asked two men why they did not work. One gravely said the days were too long; the other that he was too poor. The number of horses and the profusion of food are the destruction of all industry. Moreover, there are so many feast-days; and again, nothing can succeed without it be begun when the moon is on the increase; so that half the month is lost from these two causes.
Over the last six months, I've had the chance to observe a bit of the character of the people in these provinces. The Gauchos, or countrymen, are far superior to those who live in the towns. The Gaucho is always very friendly, polite, and welcoming; I didn’t encounter even one instance of rudeness or unkindness. He is humble about himself and his country, but at the same time, he’s a spirited and bold individual. On the flip side, many robberies take place, and there is a lot of violence: the habit of constantly carrying a knife is the main reason for this. It's sad to hear how many lives are lost over trivial arguments. In fights, each side tries to mark their opponent by slashing their nose or eyes, which is often evidenced by deep and horrific-looking scars. Robberies are a natural result of widespread gambling, heavy drinking, and extreme laziness. In Mercedes, I asked two men why they didn’t work. One seriously said the days were too long; the other said he was too poor. The abundance of horses and the overabundance of food kill all motivation to work. Moreover, there are so many feast days, and nothing can get done unless it starts when the moon is waxing, so half the month is wasted because of these two reasons.
Police and justice are quite inefficient. If a man who is poor commits murder and is taken, he will be imprisoned, and perhaps even shot; but if he is rich and has friends, he may rely on it no very severe consequence will ensue. It is curious that the most respectable inhabitants of the country invariably assist a murderer to escape: they seem to think that the individual sins against the government, and not against the people. A traveller has no protection besides his fire-arms; and the constant habit of carrying them is the main check to more frequent robberies. The character of the higher and more educated classes who reside in the towns, partakes, but perhaps in a lesser degree, of the good parts of the Gaucho, but is, I fear, stained by many vices of which he is free. Sensuality, mockery of all religion, and the grossest corruption, are far from uncommon. Nearly every public officer can be bribed. The head man in the post-office sold forged government franks. The governor and prime minister openly combined to plunder the state. Justice, where gold came into play, was hardly expected by any one. I knew an Englishman, who went to the Chief Justice (he told me, that not then understanding the ways of the place, he trembled as he entered the room), and said, "Sir, I have come to offer you two hundred (paper) dollars (value about five pounds sterling) if you will arrest before a certain time a man who has cheated me. I know it is against the law, but my lawyer (naming him) recommended me to take this step." The Chief Justice smiled acquiescence, thanked him, and the man before night was safe in prison. With this entire want of principle in many of the leading men, with the country full of ill-paid turbulent officers, the people yet hope that a democratic form of government can succeed!
Police and justice systems are really ineffective. If a poor man commits murder and is caught, he'll be thrown in prison, or maybe even executed; but if he’s wealthy and has connections, he can expect only minor consequences. It's interesting that the most respected people in the country usually help murderers escape; they seem to believe that the crime is against the government, not the people. A traveler has no protection other than his firearms, and the regular practice of carrying them is what mostly prevents more robberies. The character of the higher and more educated classes in the towns has some good traits similar to the Gaucho, but unfortunately, it's also tainted by many vices they don’t share. Things like sensuality, mockery of religion, and serious corruption are quite common. Almost every public official can be bribed. The head of the post office sold fake government stamps. The governor and prime minister openly colluded to loot the state. No one expects to find justice when it involves money. I knew an Englishman who went to the Chief Justice (he told me he was nervous because he didn't understand the local ways) and said, "Sir, I’d like to offer you two hundred (paper) dollars (about five pounds sterling) if you can arrest a man who cheated me by a certain time. I know it’s illegal, but my lawyer (naming him) suggested I do this." The Chief Justice smiled in agreement, thanked him, and by nightfall, the man was safely in prison. With such a lack of integrity among many leaders, and a country full of poorly paid, unruly officials, the people still hope that a democratic government can work!
On first entering society in these countries, two or three features strike one as particularly remarkable. The polite and dignified manners pervading every rank of life, the excellent taste displayed by the women in their dresses, and the equality amongst all ranks. At the Rio Colorado some men who kept the humblest shops used to dine with General Rosas. A son of a major at Bahia Blanca gained his livelihood by making paper cigars, and he wished to accompany me, as guide or servant, to Buenos Ayres, but his father objected on the score of the danger alone. Many officers in the army can neither read nor write, yet all meet in society as equals. In Entre Rios, the Sala consisted of only six representatives. One of them kept a common shop, and evidently was not degraded by the office. All this is what would be expected in a new country; nevertheless the absence of gentlemen by profession appears to an Englishman something strange.
When you first join society in these countries, a couple of things stand out as particularly noteworthy. The polite and dignified manners that exist across all social classes, the great taste the women show in their clothing, and the equality that’s seen among all ranks. At the Rio Colorado, some men running the most modest shops would dine with General Rosas. The son of a major in Bahia Blanca earned his living making paper cigars and wanted to come with me as a guide or servant to Buenos Aires, but his father refused simply because of the potential danger. Many officers in the army can neither read nor write, yet they all interact in society as equals. In Entre Rios, the assembly had only six representatives. One of them owned a regular shop, and he was obviously not looked down upon for the position. All of this is what you might expect in a new country; however, the lack of gentlemen by profession seems strange to an Englishman.
When speaking of these countries, the manner in which they have been brought up by their unnatural parent, Spain, should always be borne in mind. On the whole, perhaps, more credit is due for what has been done, than blame for that which may be deficient. It is impossible to doubt but that the extreme liberalism of these countries must ultimately lead to good results. The very general toleration of foreign religions, the regard paid to the means of education, the freedom of the press, the facilities offered to all foreigners, and especially, as I am bound to add, to every one professing the humblest pretensions to science, should be recollected with gratitude by those who have visited Spanish South America.
When talking about these countries, we should always remember how they were raised by their unnatural parent, Spain. Overall, it seems more credit should be given for what has been achieved than blame for what might be lacking. It's undeniable that the extreme liberalism in these countries will eventually lead to positive outcomes. The widespread acceptance of foreign religions, the emphasis on education, the freedom of the press, the opportunities available to all foreigners, and especially, as I must emphasize, to anyone with even the slightest interest in science, should be remembered with appreciation by those who have traveled to Spanish South America.
December 6th.—The Beagle sailed from the Rio Plata, never again to enter its muddy stream. Our course was directed to Port Desire, on the coast of Patagonia. Before proceeding any further, I will here put together a few observations made at sea.
December 6th.—The Beagle set sail from the Rio Plata, never to return to its muddy waters. We headed towards Port Desire, on the coast of Patagonia. Before we go any further, I want to share a few observations I made while at sea.
Several times when the ship has been some miles off the mouth of the Plata, and at other times when off the shores of Northern Patagonia, we have been surrounded by insects. One evening, when we were about ten miles from the Bay of San Blas, vast numbers of butterflies, in bands or flocks of countless myriads, extended as far as the eye could range. Even by the aid of a telescope it was not possible to see a space free from butterflies. The seamen cried out "it was snowing butterflies," and such in fact was the appearance. More species than one were present, but the main part belonged to a kind very similar to, but not identical with, the common English Colias edusa. Some moths and hymenoptera accompanied the butterflies; and a fine beetle (Calosoma) flew on board. Other instances are known of this beetle having been caught far out at sea; and this is the more remarkable, as the greater number of the Carabidae seldom or never take wing. The day had been fine and calm, and the one previous to it equally so, with light and variable airs. Hence we cannot suppose that the insects were blown off the land, but we must conclude that they voluntarily took flight. The great bands of the Colias seem at first to afford an instance like those on record of the migrations of another butterfly, Vanessa cardui; 85 but the presence of other insects makes the case distinct, and even less intelligible. Before sunset a strong breeze sprung up from the north, and this must have caused tens of thousands of the butterflies and other insects to have perished.
Several times when the ship has been a few miles off the mouth of the Plata, and at other times near the shores of Northern Patagonia, we have been surrounded by insects. One evening, when we were about ten miles from the Bay of San Blas, countless butterflies in groups or swarms stretched as far as the eye could see. Even with a telescope, it was impossible to find a spot without butterflies. The crew exclaimed, "It's snowing butterflies," and it really did look that way. Multiple species were present, but most of them were similar to, though not the same as, the common English Colias edusa. Some moths and wasps accompanied the butterflies, and a beautiful beetle (Calosoma) flew on board. There are other instances of this beetle being captured far out at sea, which is particularly striking since most Carabidae rarely or never take flight. The day had been nice and calm, and the day before had been just as pleasant, with light and variable breezes. Thus, we can't assume the insects were blown in from land; it seems they chose to fly. The large swarms of Colias initially appeared to be a case similar to those recorded for the migration of another butterfly, Vanessa cardui; 85 but the presence of other insects makes this situation unique and even less clear. Before sunset, a strong breeze picked up from the north, which likely caused tens of thousands of butterflies and other insects to perish.
On another occasion, when seventeen miles off Cape Corrientes, I had a net overboard to catch pelagic animals. Upon drawing it up, to my surprise, I found a considerable number of beetles in it, and although in the open sea, they did not appear much injured by the salt water. I lost some of the specimens, but those which I preserved belonged to the genera Colymbetes, Hydroporus, Hydrobius (two species), Notaphus, Cynucus, Adimonia, and Scarabaeus. At first I thought that these insects had been blown from the shore; but upon reflecting that out of the eight species four were aquatic, and two others partly so in their habits, it appeared to me most probable that they were floated into the sea by a small stream which drains a lake near Cape Corrientes. On any supposition it is an interesting circumstance to find live insects swimming in the open ocean seventeen miles from the nearest point of land. There are several accounts of insects having been blown off the Patagonian shore. Captain Cook observed it, as did more lately Captain King of the Adventure. The cause probably is due to the want of shelter, both of trees and hills, so that an insect on the wing with an off-shore breeze, would be very apt to be blown out to sea. The most remarkable instance I have known of an insect being caught far from the land, was that of a large grasshopper (Acrydium), which flew on board, when the Beagle was to windward of the Cape de Verd Islands, and when the nearest point of land, not directly opposed to the trade-wind, was Cape Blanco on the coast of Africa, 370 miles distant. 86
On another occasion, when I was seventeen miles off Cape Corrientes, I had a net overboard to catch pelagic animals. When I pulled it up, I was surprised to find a significant number of beetles in it, and even though I was in the open sea, they didn’t seem much harmed by the salt water. I lost some of the specimens, but the ones I preserved belonged to the genera Colymbetes, Hydroporus, Hydrobius (two species), Notaphus, Cynucus, Adimonia, and Scarabaeus. At first, I thought these insects had been blown in from the shore; but after thinking it over, since four of the eight species were aquatic and two others were partly aquatic, it seemed more likely that they were carried into the sea by a small stream draining a lake near Cape Corrientes. Regardless of the reason, it’s fascinating to find live insects swimming in the open ocean, seventeen miles from the nearest land. There are several reports of insects being blown off the Patagonian shore. Captain Cook noted it, as did Captain King of the Adventure more recently. The cause is likely due to the lack of shelter, such as trees and hills, which means that an insect in the air with an offshore breeze would easily be blown out to sea. The most notable instance I’ve heard of an insect being caught far from land was a large grasshopper (Acrydium), which flew on board when the Beagle was upwind of the Cape Verde Islands, with the nearest land—besides what was directly against the trade wind—being Cape Blanco on the coast of Africa, 370 miles away. 86
On several occasions, when the Beagle has been within the mouth of the Plata, the rigging has been coated with the web of the Gossamer Spider. One day (November 1st, 1832) I paid particular attention to this subject. The weather had been fine and clear, and in the morning the air was full of patches of the flocculent web, as on an autumnal day in England. The ship was sixty miles distant from the land, in the direction of a steady though light breeze. Vast numbers of a small spider, about one-tenth of an inch in length, and of a dusky red colour, were attached to the webs. There must have been, I should suppose, some thousands on the ship. The little spider, when first coming in contact with the rigging, was always seated on a single thread, and not on the flocculent mass. This latter seems merely to be produced by the entanglement of the single threads. The spiders were all of one species, but of both sexes, together with young ones. These latter were distinguished by their smaller size and more dusky colour. I will not give the description of this spider, but merely state that it does not appear to me to be included in any of Latreille's genera. The little aeronaut as soon as it arrived on board was very active, running about, sometimes letting itself fall, and then reascending the same thread; sometimes employing itself in making a small and very irregular mesh in the corners between the ropes. It could run with facility on the surface of the water. When disturbed it lifted up its front legs, in the attitude of attention. On its first arrival it appeared very thirsty, and with exserted maxillae drank eagerly of drops of water, this same circumstance has been observed by Strack: may it not be in consequence of the little insect having passed through a dry and rarefied atmosphere? Its stock of web seemed inexhaustible. While watching some that were suspended by a single thread, I several times observed that the slightest breath of air bore them away out of sight, in a horizontal line.
On several occasions, when the Beagle has been near the mouth of the Plata, the rigging has been covered with the web of the Gossamer Spider. One day (November 1st, 1832), I paid particular attention to this. The weather had been nice and clear, and in the morning, the air was filled with patches of fluffy web, similar to an autumn day in England. The ship was sixty miles from the land, with a steady but light breeze. There were countless small spiders, about a tenth of an inch long and a dusky red color, attached to the webs. I would estimate there were thousands on the ship. The little spider, upon first contacting the rigging, always sat on a single thread, not on the fluffy mass. The fluff seems to be created by the entanglement of the single threads. All the spiders were the same species, but included both males and females, as well as young ones. The young were identifiable by their smaller size and darker color. I won't describe this spider in detail, but I can say that it doesn’t seem to fit into any of Latreille's genera. The little aeronaut was very active as soon as it got on board, running around, sometimes dropping down, then climbing back up the same thread; sometimes it would make a small and very irregular web in the corners between the ropes. It could easily run on the surface of the water. When disturbed, it raised its front legs in an attentive position. Upon its arrival, it seemed very thirsty and eagerly drank drops of water with extended mouthparts; this same observation was noted by Strack. Could it be that this little insect had come from a dry and rarefied atmosphere? It seemed to have an endless supply of web. While I was watching some that were hanging by a single thread, I noticed multiple times that even the slightest breath of air carried them away out of sight, in a horizontal line.
On another occasion (25th) under similar circumstances, I repeatedly observed the same kind of small spider, either when placed or having crawled on some little eminence, elevate its abdomen, send forth a thread, and then sail away horizontally, but with a rapidity which was quite unaccountable. I thought I could perceive that the spider, before performing the above preparatory steps, connected its legs together with the most delicate threads, but I am not sure whether this observation was correct.
On another occasion (25th) under similar circumstances, I repeatedly saw the same kind of small spider. Whether it was placed there or had crawled onto a little elevated spot, it would raise its abdomen, release a thread, and then glide away horizontally, but at a speed that was quite puzzling. I thought I noticed that before doing all of this, the spider connected its legs with the thinnest threads, but I'm not entirely sure if that observation was accurate.
One day, at St. Fe, I had a better opportunity of observing some similar facts. A spider which was about three-tenths of an inch in length, and which in its general appearance resembled a Citigrade (therefore quite different from the gossamer), while standing on the summit of a post, darted forth four or five threads from its spinners. These, glittering in the sunshine, might be compared to diverging rays of light; they were not, however, straight, but in undulations like films of silk blown by the wind. They were more than a yard in length, and diverged in an ascending direction from the orifices. The spider then suddenly let go its hold of the post, and was quickly borne out of sight. The day was hot and apparently calm; yet under such circumstances, the atmosphere can never be so tranquil as not to affect a vane so delicate as the thread of a spider's web. If during a warm day we look either at the shadow of any object cast on a bank, or over a level plain at a distant landmark, the effect of an ascending current of heated air is almost always evident: such upward currents, it has been remarked, are also shown by the ascent of soap-bubbles, which will not rise in an in-doors room. Hence I think there is not much difficulty in understanding the ascent of the fine lines projected from a spider's spinners, and afterwards of the spider itself; the divergence of the lines has been attempted to be explained, I believe by Mr. Murray, by their similar electrical condition. The circumstance of spiders of the same species, but of different sexes and ages, being found on several occasions at the distance of many leagues from the land, attached in vast numbers to the lines, renders it probable that the habit of sailing through the air is as characteristic of this tribe, as that of diving is of the Argyroneta. We may then reject Latreille's supposition, that the gossamer owes its origin indifferently to the young of several genera of spiders: although, as we have seen, the young of other spiders do possess the power of performing aerial voyages. 87
One day, at St. Fe, I had a better chance to observe some similar facts. A spider about three-tenths of an inch long, which generally looked like a Citigrade (so quite different from gossamer), stood on top of a post and shot out four or five threads from its spinners. These threads sparkled in the sunlight and resembled rays of light branching out; however, they weren’t straight but undulated like silk strands blown by the wind. They were over a yard long and spread upwards from the openings. The spider then suddenly let go of the post and was quickly out of sight. The day was hot and seemingly calm; yet in such conditions, the atmosphere can never be so still that it doesn't affect something as delicate as a spider’s web thread. If we look at the shadow of any object cast on a slope or at a distant landmark over a flat area on a warm day, the effect of rising currents of heated air is almost always noticeable: these upward currents, as noted, are also indicated by the rise of soap-bubbles, which won’t rise in an indoor room. So, I believe it's not hard to understand why the fine threads from a spider's spinners rise, and then the spider itself; the divergence of the threads has been explained, I think, by Mr. Murray, based on their similar electrical conditions. The fact that spiders of the same species but of different sexes and ages have been found many leagues out at sea, clinging in large numbers to the lines, makes it likely that the habit of sailing through the air is as characteristic of this group as diving is of the Argyroneta. Therefore, we can dismiss Latreille's suggestion that gossamer comes from the young of several spider genera: although, as we've seen, the young of other spiders can also perform aerial journeys. 87
During our different passages south of the Plata, I often towed astern a net made of bunting, and thus caught many curious animals. Of Crustacea there were many strange and undescribed genera. One, which in some respects is allied to the Notopods (or those crabs which have their posterior legs placed almost on their backs, for the purpose of adhering to the under side of rocks), is very remarkable from the structure of its hind pair of legs. The penultimate joint, instead of terminating in a simple claw, ends in three bristle-like appendages of dissimilar lengths—the longest equalling that of the entire leg. These claws are very thin, and are serrated with the finest teeth, directed backwards: their curved extremities are flattened, and on this part five most minute cups are placed which seem to act in the same manner as the suckers on the arms of the cuttle-fish. As the animal lives in the open sea, and probably wants a place of rest, I suppose this beautiful and most anomalous structure is adapted to take hold of floating marine animals.
During our various trips south of the Plata, I often towed a net made of colorful fabric behind me and caught many interesting creatures. There were many unusual and unnamed types of crustaceans. One of them, which is somewhat related to the Notopods (or those crabs whose back legs are almost situated on their backs to cling to the undersides of rocks), is particularly remarkable because of the structure of its hind legs. Instead of ending in a regular claw, the next-to-last joint ends in three bristle-like extensions of different lengths—the longest being the same length as the entire leg. These claws are very thin and have fine teeth that point backwards: their curved tips are flattened, and on this part, there are five tiny cups that appear to function like the suckers on a cuttlefish's arms. Since the animal lives in the open sea and likely needs a resting place, I believe this beautiful and highly unique feature is designed to grasp floating marine animals.
In deep water, far from the land, the number of living creatures is extremely small: south of the latitude 35 degs., I never succeeded in catching anything besides some beroe, and a few species of minute entomostracous crustacea. In shoaler water, at the distance of a few miles from the coast, very many kinds of crustacea and some other animals are numerous, but only during the night. Between latitudes 56 and 57 degs. south of Cape Horn, the net was put astern several times; it never, however, brought up anything besides a few of two extremely minute species of Entomostraca. Yet whales and seals, petrels and albatross, are exceedingly abundant throughout this part of the ocean. It has always been a mystery to me on what the albatross, which lives far from the shore, can subsist; I presume that, like the condor, it is able to fast long; and that one good feast on the carcass of a putrid whale lasts for a long time. The central and intertropical parts of the Atlantic swarm with Pteropoda, Crustacea, and Radiata, and with their devourers the flying-fish, and again with their devourers the bonitos and albicores; I presume that the numerous lower pelagic animals feed on the Infusoria, which are now known, from the researches of Ehrenberg, to abound in the open ocean: but on what, in the clear blue water, do these Infusoria subsist?
In deep water, far from shore, there aren't many living creatures. South of latitude 35 degrees, I only managed to catch some beroe and a few tiny types of crustaceans. In shallower waters a few miles from land, many kinds of crustaceans and other animals are plentiful, but only at night. Between latitudes 56 and 57 degrees south of Cape Horn, I often set the net behind the boat; however, it only caught a few of two very tiny species of Entomostraca. Yet, whales, seals, petrels, and albatrosses are very common in this part of the ocean. I’ve always wondered what the albatross, which lives far from the shore, eats; I assume that, like the condor, it can go long periods without food, and that one good meal on a decaying whale carcass could last a while. The central and tropical parts of the Atlantic are filled with Pteropoda, crustaceans, and Radiata, along with their predators, flying fish, and in turn, the bonitos and albicores. I assume that many small pelagic animals feed on the Infusoria, which Ehrenberg’s research shows are abundant in the open ocean, but what do these Infusoria feed on in the clear blue water?
While sailing a little south of the Plata on one very dark night, the sea presented a wonderful and most beautiful spectacle. There was a fresh breeze, and every part of the surface, which during the day is seen as foam, now glowed with a pale light. The vessel drove before her bows two billows of liquid phosphorus, and in her wake she was followed by a milky train. As far as the eye reached, the crest of every wave was bright, and the sky above the horizon, from the reflected glare of these livid flames, was not so utterly obscure as over the vault of the heavens.
While sailing just south of the Plata on a very dark night, the sea presented a stunning and beautiful sight. There was a fresh breeze, and every part of the surface, which during the day looks like foam, now glowed with a soft light. The ship pushed two waves of liquid phosphorus in front of her bow, and in her wake, she left a milky trail. As far as the eye could see, the crest of every wave shone brightly, and the sky above the horizon, lit up by the reflected glow of these eerie flames, was not as completely dark as the rest of the heavens.
As we proceed further southward the sea is seldom phosphorescent; and off Cape Horn I do not recollect more than once having seen it so, and then it was far from being brilliant. This circumstance probably has a close connection with the scarcity of organic beings in that part of the ocean. After the elaborate paper, 88 by Ehrenberg, on the phosphorescence of the sea, it is almost superfluous on my part to make any observations on the subject. I may however add, that the same torn and irregular particles of gelatinous matter, described by Ehrenberg, seem in the southern as well as in the northern hemisphere, to be the common cause of this phenomenon. The particles were so minute as easily to pass through fine gauze; yet many were distinctly visible by the naked eye. The water when placed in a tumbler and agitated, gave out sparks, but a small portion in a watch-glass scarcely ever was luminous. Ehrenberg states that these particles all retain a certain degree of irritability. My observations, some of which were made directly after taking up the water, gave a different result. I may also mention, that having used the net during one night, I allowed it to become partially dry, and having occasion twelve hours afterwards to employ it again, I found the whole surface sparkled as brightly as when first taken out of the water. It does not appear probable in this case, that the particles could have remained so long alive. On one occasion having kept a jelly-fish of the genus Dianaea till it was dead, the water in which it was placed became luminous. When the waves scintillate with bright green sparks, I believe it is generally owing to minute crustacea. But there can be no doubt that very many other pelagic animals, when alive, are phosphorescent.
As we head further south, the sea rarely glows; and off Cape Horn, I can only remember seeing it once, and even then it wasn't very bright. This is likely linked to the lack of marine life in that part of the ocean. After Ehrenberg's detailed paper, 88, on sea phosphorescence, it's almost unnecessary for me to add anything. However, I can say that the same torn and uneven particles of gelatinous material that Ehrenberg described seem to be the common cause of this phenomenon in both the southern and northern hemispheres. The particles were so tiny that they could easily pass through fine gauze, yet many were clearly visible to the naked eye. When water was put in a glass and stirred, it sparkled, but a small amount in a watch glass hardly ever glowed. Ehrenberg noted that these particles all maintain a certain level of irritability. My observations, some of which were made right after collecting the water, showed a different result. I should also mention that after using a net one night, I let it dry out partially, and when I needed to use it again twelve hours later, the entire surface sparkled just as brightly as when it was first taken out of the water. It seems unlikely that the particles could have stayed alive for such a long time. Once, after keeping a jellyfish of the genus Dianaea until it was dead, the water it was in became luminous. When the waves sparkle with bright green flashes, I believe it's usually due to tiny crustaceans. But it's clear that many other pelagic creatures are phosphorescent when they're alive.
On two occasions I have observed the sea luminous at considerable depths beneath the surface. Near the mouth of the Plata some circular and oval patches, from two to four yards in diameter, and with defined outlines, shone with a steady but pale light; while the surrounding water only gave out a few sparks. The appearance resembled the reflection of the moon, or some luminous body; for the edges were sinuous from the undulations of the surface. The ship, which drew thirteen feet of water, passed over, without disturbing these patches. Therefore we must suppose that some animals were congregated together at a greater depth than the bottom of the vessel.
On two occasions, I saw the sea glowing at significant depths beneath the surface. Near the mouth of the Plata, there were circular and oval patches, two to four yards in diameter, with clear edges, shining with a soft but steady light, while the surrounding water only sparkled a little. It looked like the reflection of the moon or some other light source, as the edges were wavy due to the surface ripples. The ship, which drew thirteen feet of water, passed over these patches without disturbing them. So we have to assume that some animals were gathered together at a depth deeper than the bottom of the vessel.
Near Fernando Noronha the sea gave out light in flashes. The appearance was very similar to that which might be expected from a large fish moving rapidly through a luminous fluid. To this cause the sailors attributed it; at the time, however, I entertained some doubts, on account of the frequency and rapidity of the flashes. I have already remarked that the phenomenon is very much more common in warm than in cold countries; and I have sometimes imagined that a disturbed electrical condition of the atmosphere was most favourable to its production. Certainly I think the sea is most luminous after a few days of more calm weather than ordinary, during which time it has swarmed with various animals. Observing that the water charged with gelatinous particles is in an impure state, and that the luminous appearance in all common cases is produced by the agitation of the fluid in contact with the atmosphere, I am inclined to consider that the phosphorescence is the result of the decomposition of the organic particles, by which process (one is tempted almost to call it a kind of respiration) the ocean becomes purified.
Near Fernando Noronha, the sea sparkled with flashes of light. It looked a lot like a big fish moving quickly through a glowing liquid. The sailors thought that was the reason, but I had my doubts at the time because of how often and quickly the flashes occurred. I've noticed that this phenomenon happens much more in warm areas than in cold ones, and I sometimes wondered if a disturbed electrical condition in the atmosphere makes it more likely to happen. I definitely think the sea is brightest after a few days of calmer weather than usual, during which it has been teeming with various creatures. I've observed that water filled with gelatinous particles is in an unclean state and that the glowing effect in most cases is caused by the movement of the water interacting with the air. I’m inclined to believe that the phosphorescence results from the breakdown of these organic particles, a process that could almost be called a type of respiration, through which the ocean becomes purified.
December 23rd.—We arrived at Port Desire, situated in lat. 47 degs., on the coast of Patagonia. The creek runs for about twenty miles inland, with an irregular width. The Beagle anchored a few miles within the entrance, in front of the ruins of an old Spanish settlement.
December 23rd.—We arrived at Port Desire, located at lat. 47 degrees, on the coast of Patagonia. The creek extends about twenty miles inland, with varying widths. The Beagle dropped anchor a few miles inside the entrance, in front of the ruins of an old Spanish settlement.
The same evening I went on shore. The first landing in any new country is very interesting, and especially when, as in this case, the whole aspect bears the stamp of a marked and individual character. At the height of between two and three hundred feet above some masses of porphyry a wide plain extends, which is truly characteristic of Patagonia. The surface is quite level, and is composed of well-rounded shingle mixed with a whitish earth. Here and there scattered tufts of brown wiry grass are supported, and still more rarely, some low thorny bushes. The weather is dry and pleasant, and the fine blue sky is but seldom obscured. When standing in the middle of one of these desert plains and looking towards the interior, the view is generally bounded by the escarpment of another plain, rather higher, but equally level and desolate; and in every other direction the horizon is indistinct from the trembling mirage which seems to rise from the heated surface.
The same evening, I went ashore. The first landing in any new country is really exciting, especially when, like in this case, everything has a unique and distinctive character. At an elevation of about two to three hundred feet above some rocky outcrops, a wide plain stretches out, which is truly typical of Patagonia. The ground is quite flat and made up of smooth pebbles mixed with a light-colored soil. Scattered here and there are clumps of brown, wiry grass, and even more rarely, some low thorny bushes. The weather is dry and pleasant, with a clear blue sky that’s seldom clouded over. When you stand in the middle of one of these desert plains and look toward the interior, the view is usually blocked by the edge of another plain, which is slightly higher but just as flat and barren; in every other direction, the horizon blurs due to the shimmering mirage that rises from the heated ground.
In such a country the fate of the Spanish settlement was soon decided; the dryness of the climate during the greater part of the year, and the occasional hostile attacks of the wandering Indians, compelled the colonists to desert their half-finished buildings. The style, however, in which they were commenced shows the strong and liberal hand of Spain in the old time. The result of all the attempts to colonize this side of America south of 41 degs., has been miserable. Port Famine expresses by its name the lingering and extreme sufferings of several hundred wretched people, of whom one alone survived to relate their misfortunes. At St. Joseph's Bay, on the coast of Patagonia, a small settlement was made; but during one Sunday the Indians made an attack and massacred the whole party, excepting two men, who remained captives during many years. At the Rio Negro I conversed with one of these men, now in extreme old age.
In a country like this, the fate of the Spanish settlement was quickly decided; the dry climate for most of the year and the occasional attacks from wandering Indians forced the settlers to abandon their partially built structures. However, the way they started these buildings reflects the strong and generous spirit of Spain in its earlier days. All attempts to colonize this part of America south of 41 degrees have been tragic. Port Famine aptly describes the prolonged and intense suffering of several hundred unfortunate people, of whom only one survived to tell their story. A small settlement was established at St. Joseph's Bay on the coast of Patagonia, but during one Sunday, the Indians attacked and slaughtered the entire group, leaving only two men who were captives for many years. I spoke with one of these men, now very old, at the Rio Negro.
The zoology of Patagonia is as limited as its flora. 89 On the arid plains a few black beetles (Heteromera) might be seen slowly crawling about, and occasionally a lizard darted from side to side. Of birds we have three carrion hawks and in the valleys a few finches and insect-feeders. An ibis (Theristicus melanops—a species said to be found in central Africa) is not uncommon on the most desert parts: in their stomachs I found grasshoppers, cicadae, small lizards, and even scorpions. 810 At one time of the year these birds go in flocks, at another in pairs, their cry is very loud and singular, like the neighing of the guanaco.
The wildlife of Patagonia is as sparse as its plant life. 89 On the dry plains, you might spot a few black beetles (Heteromera) crawling slowly, and occasionally a lizard would zip from side to side. We have three types of carrion hawks, and in the valleys, a few finches and insect-eaters. An ibis (Theristicus melanops—a species said to be found in central Africa) is not uncommon in the most barren areas: I found grasshoppers, cicadas, small lizards, and even scorpions in their stomachs. 810 During certain times of the year, these birds travel in flocks, while at other times they pair off; their call is very loud and unique, resembling the neighing of a guanaco.
The guanaco, or wild llama, is the characteristic quadruped of the plains of Patagonia; it is the South American representative of the camel of the East. It is an elegant animal in a state of nature, with a long slender neck and fine legs. It is very common over the whole of the temperate parts of the continent, as far south as the islands near Cape Horn. It generally lives in small herds of from half a dozen to thirty in each; but on the banks of the St. Cruz we saw one herd which must have contained at least five hundred.
The guanaco, or wild llama, is the iconic four-legged animal of the plains in Patagonia; it's South America's version of the camel from the East. It’s a graceful creature in the wild, with a long, slender neck and delicate legs. It's quite common throughout the temperate regions of the continent, stretching as far south as the islands near Cape Horn. Typically, it lives in small groups of six to thirty, but along the banks of the St. Cruz, we spotted one herd that must have had at least five hundred.
They are generally wild and extremely wary. Mr. Stokes told me, that he one day saw through a glass a herd of these animals which evidently had been frightened, and were running away at full speed, although their distance was so great that he could not distinguish them with his naked eye. The sportsman frequently receives the first notice of their presence, by hearing from a long distance their peculiar shrill neighing note of alarm. If he then looks attentively, he will probably see the herd standing in a line on the side of some distant hill. On approaching nearer, a few more squeals are given, and off they set at an apparently slow, but really quick canter, along some narrow beaten track to a neighbouring hill. If, however, by chance he abruptly meets a single animal, or several together, they will generally stand motionless and intently gaze at him; then perhaps move on a few yards, turn round, and look again. What is the cause of this difference in their shyness? Do they mistake a man in the distance for their chief enemy the puma? Or does curiosity overcome their timidity? That they are curious is certain; for if a person lies on the ground, and plays strange antics, such as throwing up his feet in the air, they will almost always approach by degrees to reconnoitre him. It was an artifice that was repeatedly practised by our sportsmen with success, and it had moreover the advantage of allowing several shots to be fired, which were all taken as parts of the performance. On the mountains of Tierra del Fuego, I have more than once seen a guanaco, on being approached, not only neigh and squeal, but prance and leap about in the most ridiculous manner, apparently in defiance as a challenge. These animals are very easily domesticated, and I have seen some thus kept in northern Patagonia near a house, though not under any restraint. They are in this state very bold, and readily attack a man by striking him from behind with both knees. It is asserted that the motive for these attacks is jealousy on account of their females. The wild guanacos, however, have no idea of defence; even a single dog will secure one of these large animals, till the huntsman can come up. In many of their habits they are like sheep in a flock. Thus when they see men approaching in several directions on horseback, they soon become bewildered, and know not which way to run. This greatly facilitates the Indian method of hunting, for they are thus easily driven to a central point, and are encompassed.
They are usually wild and very cautious. Mr. Stokes told me that one day he saw through binoculars a herd of these animals that had clearly been startled and were running away at full speed, although they were far enough away that he couldn't see them with his naked eye. The hunter often gets the first indication of their presence by hearing their distinctive sharp neighing alarm from a distance. If he then looks closely, he will likely see the herd lined up on the side of a distant hill. As he gets closer, they may make a few more sounds and take off in what looks like a slow canter but is actually quite fast, following a narrow path to a nearby hill. However, if he suddenly encounters a single animal or a few together, they usually freeze and stare at him intently; then they might move a few yards away, turn around, and look again. Why is there this difference in their shyness? Do they mistake a person in the distance for their main predator, the puma? Or does curiosity get the better of their fear? It's clear they are curious because if someone lies on the ground and does unusual things, like kicking their feet in the air, they almost always come closer to investigate. This was a trick that our hunters used successfully; it also allowed them to take several shots, which were all part of the act. In the mountains of Tierra del Fuego, I've seen a guanaco, when approached, not only neigh and squeal but also jump and dance around in a ridiculous way, seemingly as a challenge. These animals can be easily domesticated, and I have seen some near a house in northern Patagonia, although they weren't restrained. In this situation, they can be quite bold and may even attack a person by striking from behind with both knees. It's said that these attacks are motivated by jealousy for their females. However, wild guanacos have no sense of defense; even a single dog can hold one of these large animals in place until the hunter arrives. In many of their behaviors, they act like sheep in a flock. For example, when they see people approaching from different directions on horseback, they quickly become confused and don't know which way to run. This makes it much easier for the Indians to hunt them, as they can be easily driven to a central point where they are surrounded.
The guanacos readily take to the water: several times at Port Valdes they were seen swimming from island to island. Byron, in his voyage says he saw them drinking salt water. Some of our officers likewise saw a herd apparently drinking the briny fluid from a salina near Cape Blanco. I imagine in several parts of the country, if they do not drink salt water, they drink none at all. In the middle of the day they frequently roll in the dust, in saucer-shaped hollows. The males fight together; two one day passed quite close to me, squealing and trying to bite each other; and several were shot with their hides deeply scored. Herds sometimes appear to set out on exploring parties: at Bahia Blanca, where, within thirty miles of the coast, these animals are extremely unfrequent, I one day saw the tracks of thirty or forty, which had come in a direct line to a muddy salt-water creek. They then must have perceived that they were approaching the sea, for they had wheeled with the regularity of cavalry, and had returned back in as straight a line as they had advanced. The guanacos have one singular habit, which is to me quite inexplicable; namely, that on successive days they drop their dung in the same defined heap. I saw one of these heaps which was eight feet in diameter, and was composed of a large quantity. This habit, according to M. A. d'Orbigny, is common to all the species of the genus; it is very useful to the Peruvian Indians, who use the dung for fuel, and are thus saved the trouble of collecting it.
The guanacos easily take to the water: several times at Port Valdes, they were seen swimming from island to island. Byron, in his voyage, mentions seeing them drink salt water. Some of our officers also spotted a herd seemingly drinking the salty water from a salt flat near Cape Blanco. I think in various parts of the country, if they don’t drink salt water, they drink none at all. In the middle of the day, they often roll in the dust, in shallow, saucer-shaped depressions. The males fight each other; one day, two came quite close to me, squealing and trying to bite each other, and several were shot with their hides marked up badly. Herds sometimes seem to set out on exploration trips: at Bahia Blanca, where these animals are quite rare within thirty miles of the coast, I once saw the tracks of thirty or forty that had come directly to a muddy salt-water creek. They must have realized they were nearing the sea because they turned around with the precision of cavalry and returned in a straight line just like they came. The guanacos have one strange habit that I find quite puzzling; they leave their droppings in the same specific spot on successive days. I saw one of these heaps that was eight feet in diameter and made up of a large amount. This habit, according to M. A. d'Orbigny, is common to all species of the genus; it's very useful to the Peruvian Indians, who use the dung as fuel, saving them the effort of collecting it.
The guanacos appear to have favourite spots for lying down to die. On the banks of the St. Cruz, in certain circumscribed spaces, which were generally bushy and all near the river, the ground was actually white with bones. On one such spot I counted between ten and twenty heads. I particularly examined the bones; they did not appear, as some scattered ones which I had seen, gnawed or broken, as if dragged together by beasts of prey. The animals in most cases must have crawled, before dying, beneath and amongst the bushes. Mr. Bynoe informs me that during a former voyage he observed the same circumstance on the banks of the Rio Gallegos. I do not at all understand the reason of this, but I may observe, that the wounded guanacos at the St. Cruz invariably walked towards the river. At St. Jago in the Cape de Verd Islands, I remember having seen in a ravine a retired corner covered with bones of the goat; we at the time exclaimed that it was the burial ground of all the goats in the island. I mention these trifling circumstances, because in certain cases they might explain the occurrence of a number of uninjured bones in a cave, or buried under alluvial accumulations; and likewise the cause why certain animals are more commonly embedded than others in sedimentary deposits.
The guanacos seem to have specific spots where they go to die. Along the banks of the St. Cruz, in certain limited areas that were usually bushy and near the river, the ground was covered in bones. In one of these spots, I counted between ten and twenty skulls. I closely examined the bones; unlike some scattered ones I had seen, these weren’t gnawed on or broken, as if dragged by predators. The animals must have crawled under the bushes before dying. Mr. Bynoe told me that during a previous trip, he noticed the same thing along the banks of the Rio Gallegos. I don't really understand why this happens, but I did notice that the wounded guanacos at the St. Cruz always moved toward the river. At St. Jago in the Cape Verde Islands, I remember seeing a secluded area in a ravine covered with goat bones; at the time, we joked that it was the burial ground for all the goats on the island. I bring up these small details because they might help explain why there are many uninjured bones found in a cave or buried under layers of sediment; they might also explain why some animals are more commonly found embedded in sedimentary deposits than others.
One day the yawl was sent under the command of Mr. Chaffers with three days' provisions to survey the upper part of the harbour. In the morning we searched for some watering-places mentioned in an old Spanish chart. We found one creek, at the head of which there was a trickling rill (the first we had seen) of brackish water. Here the tide compelled us to wait several hours; and in the interval I walked some miles into the interior. The plain as usual consisted of gravel, mingled with soil resembling chalk in appearance, but very different from it in nature. From the softness of these materials it was worn into many gulleys. There was not a tree, and, excepting the guanaco, which stood on the hill-top a watchful sentinel over its herd, scarcely an animal or a bird. All was stillness and desolation. Yet in passing over these scenes, without one bright object near, an ill-defined but strong sense of pleasure is vividly excited. One asked how many ages the plain had thus lasted, and how many more it was doomed thus to continue.
One day, the yawl was sent out under Mr. Chaffers' command with three days' worth of supplies to survey the upper part of the harbor. In the morning, we looked for some watering holes noted on an old Spanish chart. We found one creek, at the head of which was a trickling stream (the first we had seen) of brackish water. Here, the tide forced us to wait several hours, and during that time, I walked a few miles into the interior. As usual, the plain was made of gravel mixed with soil that looked like chalk but was very different in nature. The softness of these materials had worn it into many gullies. There wasn’t a tree in sight, and aside from the guanaco, which stood on the hilltop as a watchful sentinel over its herd, there were hardly any animals or birds around. It was all stillness and desolation. Yet, as I moved through these scenes, without a single bright object nearby, an ill-defined but strong sense of pleasure was vividly stirred. One wondered how many ages the plain had remained like this and how many more it was destined to endure.
"None can reply—all seems eternal now. The wilderness has a mysterious tongue, Which teaches awful doubt." 811
"Nobody can respond—everything feels endless now. The wilderness has a hidden voice, which instills deep uncertainty." 811
In the evening we sailed a few miles further up, and then pitched the tents for the night. By the middle of the next day the yawl was aground, and from the shoalness of the water could not proceed any higher. The water being found partly fresh, Mr. Chaffers took the dingey and went up two or three miles further, where she also grounded, but in a fresh-water river. The water was muddy, and though the stream was most insignificant in size, it would be difficult to account for its origin, except from the melting snow on the Cordillera. At the spot where we bivouacked, we were surrounded by bold cliffs and steep pinnacles of porphyry. I do not think I ever saw a spot which appeared more secluded from the rest of the world, than this rocky crevice in the wide plain.
In the evening, we sailed a few more miles and then set up the tents for the night. By the middle of the next day, the yawl ran aground, and due to the shallow water, we couldn’t go any farther. Since the water was partly fresh, Mr. Chaffers took the dinghy and ventured another two or three miles up, where it also got stuck, but this time in a freshwater river. The water was muddy, and even though the stream was quite small, its source was hard to determine, likely coming from melting snow on the Cordillera. Where we camped, we were surrounded by jagged cliffs and steep porphyry peaks. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a place that felt more isolated from the rest of the world than this rocky nook in the vast plain.
The second day after our return to the anchorage, a party of officers and myself went to ransack an old Indian grave, which I had found on the summit of a neighbouring hill. Two immense stones, each probably weighing at least a couple of tons, had been placed in front of a ledge of rock about six feet high. At the bottom of the grave on the hard rock there was a layer of earth about a foot deep, which must have been brought up from the plain below. Above it a pavement of flat stones was placed, on which others were piled, so as to fill up the space between the ledge and the two great blocks. To complete the grave, the Indians had contrived to detach from the ledge a huge fragment, and to throw it over the pile so as to rest on the two blocks. We undermined the grave on both sides, but could not find any relics, or even bones. The latter probably had decayed long since (in which case the grave must have been of extreme antiquity), for I found in another place some smaller heaps beneath which a very few crumbling fragments could yet be distinguished as having belonged to a man. Falconer states, that where an Indian dies he is buried, but that subsequently his bones are carefully taken up and carried, let the distance be ever so great, to be deposited near the sea-coast. This custom, I think, may be accounted for by recollecting, that before the introduction of horses, these Indians must have led nearly the same life as the Fuegians now do, and therefore generally have resided in the neighbourhood of the sea. The common prejudice of lying where one's ancestors have lain, would make the now roaming Indians bring the less perishable part of their dead to their ancient burial-ground on the coast.
The second day after we returned to the anchorage, a group of officers and I went to explore an old Indian grave that I had discovered on the top of a nearby hill. Two massive stones, each weighing at least a couple of tons, had been placed in front of a rock ledge about six feet high. At the bottom of the grave, on the hard rock, there was a layer of soil about a foot deep, which must have been brought up from the plain below. Above it, a surface of flat stones was laid, on which other stones were stacked to fill the gap between the ledge and the two huge blocks. To finish the grave, the Indians managed to break off a large piece from the ledge and lay it over the pile so that it rested on the two blocks. We dug around the grave on both sides but couldn't find any artifacts or even bones. The bones had probably rotted away long ago (if that’s the case, the grave must be extremely old), because I found some smaller mounds in another location beneath which a few crumbling fragments could still be recognized as belonging to a person. Falconer mentions that when an Indian dies, he is buried there, but later his bones are carefully retrieved and taken, regardless of the distance, to be laid to rest near the sea. This practice might make sense considering that before horses were introduced, these Indians lived a lifestyle similar to the Fuegians today, and thus typically settled near the sea. The common belief in resting where one's ancestors have been laid to rest might lead the now-nomadic Indians to bring the more durable parts of their dead back to their historic burial ground by the coast.
January 9th, 1834.—Before it was dark the Beagle anchored in the fine spacious harbour of Port St. Julian, situated about one hundred and ten miles to the south of Port Desire. We remained here eight days. The country is nearly similar to that of Port Desire, but perhaps rather more sterile. One day a party accompanied Captain Fitz Roy on a long walk round the head of the harbour. We were eleven hours without tasting any water, and some of the party were quite exhausted. From the summit of a hill (since well named Thirsty Hill) a fine lake was spied, and two of the party proceeded with concerted signals to show whether it was fresh water. What was our disappointment to find a snow-white expanse of salt, crystallized in great cubes! We attributed our extreme thirst to the dryness of the atmosphere; but whatever the cause might be, we were exceedingly glad late in the evening to get back to the boats. Although we could nowhere find, during our whole visit, a single drop of fresh water, yet some must exist; for by an odd chance I found on the surface of the salt water, near the head of the bay, a Colymbetes not quite dead, which must have lived in some not far distant pool. Three other insects (a Cincindela, like hybrida, a Cymindis, and a Harpalus, which all live on muddy flats occasionally overflowed by the sea), and one other found dead on the plain, complete the list of the beetles. A good-sized fly (Tabanus) was extremely numerous, and tormented us by its painful bite. The common horsefly, which is so troublesome in the shady lanes of England, belongs to this same genus. We here have the puzzle that so frequently occurs in the case of musquitoes—on the blood of what animals do these insects commonly feed? The guanaco is nearly the only warm-blooded quadruped, and it is found in quite inconsiderable numbers compared with the multitude of flies.
January 9th, 1834.—Before it got dark, the Beagle anchored in the spacious harbor of Port St. Julian, located about one hundred and ten miles south of Port Desire. We stayed here for eight days. The landscape is pretty similar to that of Port Desire, but maybe a bit more barren. One day, a group joined Captain Fitz Roy on a long walk around the head of the harbor. We went eleven hours without drinking any water, and some of the group were completely worn out. From the top of a hill (later called Thirsty Hill), we spotted a beautiful lake, and two members of the group used signals to indicate whether it was fresh water. What a disappointment it was to discover a vast, snow-white expanse of salt, crystallized into large cubes! We blamed our intense thirst on the dry air; but whatever the reason, we were really relieved to return to the boats late that evening. Even though we couldn’t find a single drop of fresh water during our entire stay, there must be some nearby because, by chance, I found a nearly dead Colymbetes on the surface of the saltwater, which must have lived in some pool not far off. Three other insects (a Cincindela, like hybrida, a Cymindis, and a Harpalus, all of which thrive on muddy flats occasionally flooded by the sea), plus one other found dead on the plain, completed the list of beetles. A good-sized fly (Tabanus) was extremely common and bothered us with its painful bites. The common horsefly, which causes so much trouble in the shady lanes of England, belongs to this same genus. Here’s the puzzle that often comes up with mosquitoes—what animals do these insects usually feed on? The guanaco is almost the only warm-blooded mammal around, and it’s found in quite small numbers compared to the swarm of flies.
The geology of Patagonia is interesting. Differently from Europe, where the tertiary formations appear to have accumulated in bays, here along hundreds of miles of coast we have one great deposit, including many tertiary shells, all apparently extinct. The most common shell is a massive gigantic oyster, sometimes even a foot in diameter. These beds are covered by others of a peculiar soft white stone, including much gypsum, and resembling chalk, but really of a pumiceous nature. It is highly remarkable, from being composed, to at least one-tenth of its bulk, of Infusoria. Professor Ehrenberg has already ascertained in it thirty oceanic forms. This bed extends for 500 miles along the coast, and probably for a considerably greater distance. At Port St. Julian its thickness is more than 800 feet! These white beds are everywhere capped by a mass of gravel, forming probably one of the largest beds of shingle in the world: it certainly extends from near the Rio Colorado to between 600 and 700 nautical miles southward, at Santa Cruz (a river a little south of St. Julian), it reaches to the foot of the Cordillera; half way up the river, its thickness is more than 200 feet; it probably everywhere extends to this great chain, whence the well-rounded pebbles of porphyry have been derived: we may consider its average breadth as 200 miles, and its average thickness as about 50 feet. If this great bed of pebbles, without including the mud necessarily derived from their attrition, was piled into a mound, it would form a great mountain chain! When we consider that all these pebbles, countless as the grains of sand in the desert, have been derived from the slow falling of masses of rock on the old coast-lines and banks of rivers, and that these fragments have been dashed into smaller pieces, and that each of them has since been slowly rolled, rounded, and far transported the mind is stupefied in thinking over the long, absolutely necessary, lapse of years. Yet all this gravel has been transported, and probably rounded, subsequently to the deposition of the white beds, and long subsequently to the underlying beds with the tertiary shells.
The geology of Patagonia is fascinating. Unlike Europe, where the tertiary formations seem to have formed in bays, here along hundreds of miles of coast, we have one massive deposit that includes many tertiary shells, all of which are apparently extinct. The most common shell is a huge oyster, sometimes even a foot across. These beds are covered by layers of a peculiar soft white stone, containing a lot of gypsum and resembling chalk, but really having a pumice-like quality. It's noteworthy because it’s made up of at least one-tenth of its volume from Infusoria. Professor Ehrenberg has already identified thirty oceanic forms within it. This bed stretches for 500 miles along the coast and probably goes much farther. At Port St. Julian, its thickness is over 800 feet! These white beds are topped everywhere by a mass of gravel, likely one of the largest shingle deposits in the world: it stretches from near the Rio Colorado to about 600 to 700 nautical miles south to Santa Cruz (a river just south of St. Julian), reaching to the base of the Cordillera; halfway up the river, its thickness exceeds 200 feet; it probably extends all the way to this great mountain range, from which the well-rounded pebbles of porphyry come. We can estimate its average width at 200 miles and its average thickness at about 50 feet. If this vast deposit of pebbles, not counting the mud generated from their erosion, were piled into a mound, it would create a massive mountain range! Considering that all these pebbles, countless as grains of sand in the desert, originated from the gradual breakdown of rock masses along the ancient coastlines and riverbanks, and that these fragments were then smashed into smaller pieces and gradually rolled, rounded, and transported, it's mind-blowing to think about the incredibly long time this took. Yet all this gravel has been moved and likely rounded after the deposition of the white beds, and long after the underlying layers that contain the tertiary shells.
Everything in this southern continent has been effected on a grand scale: the land, from the Rio Plata to Tierra del Fuego, a distance of 1200 miles, has been raised in mass (and in Patagonia to a height of between 300 and 400 feet), within the period of the now existing sea-shells. The old and weathered shells left on the surface of the upraised plain still partially retain their colours. The uprising movement has been interrupted by at least eight long periods of rest, during which the sea ate, deeply back into the land, forming at successive levels the long lines of cliffs, or escarpments, which separate the different plains as they rise like steps one behind the other. The elevatory movement, and the eating-back power of the sea during the periods of rest, have been equable over long lines of coast; for I was astonished to find that the step-like plains stand at nearly corresponding heights at far distant points. The lowest plain is 90 feet high; and the highest, which I ascended near the coast, is 950 feet; and of this, only relics are left in the form of flat gravel-capped hills. The upper plain of Santa Cruz slopes up to a height of 3000 feet at the foot of the Cordillera. I have said that within the period of existing sea-shells, Patagonia has been upraised 300 to 400 feet: I may add, that within the period when icebergs transported boulders over the upper plain of Santa Cruz, the elevation has been at least 1500 feet. Nor has Patagonia been affected only by upward movements: the extinct tertiary shells from Port St. Julian and Santa Cruz cannot have lived, according to Professor E. Forbes, in a greater depth of water than from 40 to 250 feet; but they are now covered with sea-deposited strata from 800 to 1000 feet in thickness: hence the bed of the sea, on which these shells once lived, must have sunk downwards several hundred feet, to allow of the accumulation of the superincumbent strata. What a history of geological changes does the simply-constructed coast of Patagonia reveal!
Everything on this southern continent has changed on a grand scale: the land, from the Rio Plata to Tierra del Fuego, which is about 1200 miles, has been lifted up (and in Patagonia to a height of between 300 and 400 feet) during the time of the existing sea shells. The old and weathered shells left on the surface of the raised plain still partially keep their colors. The uplifting movement has been interrupted by at least eight long periods of rest, during which the sea eroded deeply into the land, creating the long lines of cliffs, or escarpments, that separate the different plains as they rise like steps one behind the other. The uplifting movement and the erosive power of the sea during the rest periods have been consistent along long stretches of coastline; I was surprised to see that the step-like plains are at nearly the same heights at far-apart locations. The lowest plain is 90 feet high, while the highest, which I climbed near the coast, is 950 feet, and only remnants of it remain in the form of flat gravel-topped hills. The upper plain of Santa Cruz rises to 3000 feet at the base of the Cordillera. I mentioned that during the time of the existing sea shells, Patagonia has been raised 300 to 400 feet; I can add that during the time when icebergs carried boulders over the upper plain of Santa Cruz, the elevation has been at least 1500 feet. Patagonia has not only experienced upward movements: the extinct tertiary shells from Port St. Julian and Santa Cruz couldn’t have lived in depths greater than 40 to 250 feet, according to Professor E. Forbes, but they are now covered by sea-deposited layers that are 800 to 1000 feet thick. This means the seabed, on which these shells once lived, must have sunk down several hundred feet to allow for the accumulation of the overlying layers. What a history of geological changes does the simply constructed coast of Patagonia reveal!
At Port St. Julian, 812 in some red mud capping the gravel on the 90-feet plain, I found half the skeleton of the Macrauchenia Patachonica, a remarkable quadruped, full as large as a camel. It belongs to the same division of the Pachydermata with the rhinoceros, tapir, and palaeotherium; but in the structure of the bones of its long neck it shows a clear relation to the camel, or rather to the guanaco and llama. From recent sea-shells being found on two of the higher step-formed plains, which must have been modelled and upraised before the mud was deposited in which the Macrauchenia was entombed, it is certain that this curious quadruped lived long after the sea was inhabited by its present shells. I was at first much surprised how a large quadruped could so lately have subsisted, in lat. 49 degs. 15', on these wretched gravel plains, with their stunted vegetation; but the relationship of the Macrauchenia to the Guanaco, now an inhabitant of the most sterile parts, partly explains this difficulty.
At Port St. Julian, 812 in some red mud covering the gravel on the 90-foot plain, I found half the skeleton of the Macrauchenia Patachonica, a remarkable quadruped that was as large as a camel. It belongs to the same group of Pachydermata as the rhinoceros, tapir, and palaeotherium; however, in the structure of the bones in its long neck, it shows a clear connection to the camel, or more specifically, to the guanaco and llama. The discovery of recent sea shells on two of the higher step-formed plains, which must have been shaped and raised before the mud was laid down where the Macrauchenia was buried, indicates that this unusual quadruped lived long after the sea was home to its current shells. Initially, I was quite surprised that a large quadruped could have survived so recently, at latitude 49 degrees 15', on these barren gravel plains with their stunted vegetation; but the connection of the Macrauchenia to the Guanaco, which now thrives in the most inhospitable areas, partly clarifies this mystery.
The relationship, though distant, between the Macrauchenia and the Guanaco, between the Toxodon and the Capybara,—the closer relationship between the many extinct Edentata and the living sloths, ant-eaters, and armadillos, now so eminently characteristic of South American zoology,—and the still closer relationship between the fossil and living species of Ctenomys and Hydrochaerus, are most interesting facts. This relationship is shown wonderfully—as wonderfully as between the fossil and extinct Marsupial animals of Australia—by the great collection lately brought to Europe from the caves of Brazil by MM. Lund and Clausen. In this collection there are extinct species of all the thirty-two genera, excepting four, of the terrestrial quadrupeds now inhabiting the provinces in which the caves occur; and the extinct species are much more numerous than those now living: there are fossil ant-eaters, armadillos, tapirs, peccaries, guanacos, opossums, and numerous South American gnawers and monkeys, and other animals. This wonderful relationship in the same continent between the dead and the living, will, I do not doubt, hereafter throw more light on the appearance of organic beings on our earth, and their disappearance from it, than any other class of facts.
The relationship, although distant, between the Macrauchenia and the Guanaco, between the Toxodon and the Capybara—the closer connection between the many extinct Edentata and the living sloths, anteaters, and armadillos that are so characteristic of South American wildlife—and the even closer relationship between the fossil and living species of Ctenomys and Hydrochaerus are all fascinating facts. This connection is brilliantly illustrated—just as remarkably as the relationship between the fossil and extinct marsupial animals of Australia—by the extensive collection recently brought to Europe from the caves of Brazil by MM. Lund and Clausen. In this collection, there are extinct species from thirty-two genera of terrestrial quadrupeds that currently inhabit the provinces where the caves are located, with the extinct species being much more numerous than the living ones: there are fossil anteaters, armadillos, tapirs, peccaries, guanacos, opossums, and various South American rodents and monkeys, among other animals. This amazing relationship on the same continent between the dead and the living will, I believe, eventually shed more light on the emergence of organic beings on our planet and their extinction than any other set of facts.
It is impossible to reflect on the changed state of the American continent without the deepest astonishment. Formerly it must have swarmed with great monsters: now we find mere pigmies, compared with the antecedent, allied races. If Buffon had known of the gigantic sloth and armadillo-like animals, and of the lost Pachydermata, he might have said with a greater semblance of truth that the creative force in America had lost its power, rather than that it had never possessed great vigour. The greater number, if not all, of these extinct quadrupeds lived at a late period, and were the contemporaries of most of the existing sea-shells. Since they lived, no very great change in the form of the land can have taken place. What, then, has exterminated so many species and whole genera? The mind at first is irresistibly hurried into the belief of some great catastrophe; but thus to destroy animals, both large and small, in Southern Patagonia, in Brazil, on the Cordillera of Peru, in North America up to Behring's Straits, we must shake the entire framework of the globe. An examination, moreover, of the geology of La Plata and Patagonia, leads to the belief that all the features of the land result from slow and gradual changes. It appears from the character of the fossils in Europe, Asia, Australia, and in North and South America, that those conditions which favour the life of the larger quadrupeds were lately co-extensive with the world: what those conditions were, no one has yet even conjectured. It could hardly have been a change of temperature, which at about the same time destroyed the inhabitants of tropical, temperate, and arctic latitudes on both sides of the globe. In North America we positively know from Mr. Lyell, that the large quadrupeds lived subsequently to that period, when boulders were brought into latitudes at which icebergs now never arrive: from conclusive but indirect reasons we may feel sure, that in the southern hemisphere the Macrauchenia, also, lived long subsequently to the ice-transporting boulder-period. Did man, after his first inroad into South America, destroy, as has been suggested, the unwieldy Megatherium and the other Edentata? We must at least look to some other cause for the destruction of the little tucutuco at Bahia Blanca, and of the many fossil mice and other small quadrupeds in Brazil. No one will imagine that a drought, even far severer than those which cause such losses in the provinces of La Plata, could destroy every individual of every species from Southern Patagonia to Behring's Straits. What shall we say of the extinction of the horse? Did those plains fail of pasture, which have since been overrun by thousands and hundreds of thousands of the descendants of the stock introduced by the Spaniards? Have the subsequently introduced species consumed the food of the great antecedent races? Can we believe that the Capybara has taken the food of the Toxodon, the Guanaco of the Macrauchenia, the existing small Edentata of their numerous gigantic prototypes? Certainly, no fact in the long history of the world is so startling as the wide and repeated exterminations of its inhabitants.
It’s hard to think about the transformed state of the American continent without being deeply amazed. It used to be filled with enormous creatures; now we only see small ones compared to the earlier allied species. If Buffon had known about the giant sloth and armadillo-like animals, as well as the extinct Pachydermata, he might have claimed more accurately that the creative force in America had lost its strength, rather than that it never had any power. Most, if not all, of these extinct mammals lived recently and coexisted with many of the sea-shells we have today. Since they existed, there can’t have been a major change in the land’s shape. So, what caused the extinction of so many species and entire genera? At first, it’s hard not to think of some major disaster, but to wipe out both large and small animals across Southern Patagonia, Brazil, the Andes of Peru, and North America up to Bering Strait, we’d have to shake the entire planet. Additionally, studying the geology of La Plata and Patagonia suggests that the land's features resulted from slow and gradual changes. The fossils found in Europe, Asia, Australia, and both Americas indicate that the conditions favoring the existence of larger mammals were recently widespread globally—what those conditions were remains a mystery. It probably wasn’t a change in temperature, as this would have wiped out inhabitants across tropical, temperate, and arctic regions simultaneously. In North America, we know from Mr. Lyell that large mammals existed after the time when boulders were carried to areas where icebergs never now reach: we can also be fairly confident that in the southern hemisphere, the Macrauchenia survived long after the era of ice-transporting boulders. Did humans, after their first arrival in South America, cause the extinction of the massive Megatherium and other Edentata, as some have suggested? We must consider other reasons for the extinction of the small tucutuco at Bahia Blanca and the various fossil mice and other small mammals in Brazil. No one would think that a drought, even worse than those causing losses in La Plata, could wipe out every individual of every species from Southern Patagonia to Bering Strait. What about the extinction of the horse? Did the grasslands fail to provide food for grazing animals when they later became overrun by thousands and thousands of descendants from the stock brought by the Spaniards? Have the species introduced later taken away the food from the great previous races? Can we believe that the Capybara has outcompeted the Toxodon, or that the Guanaco has taken food from the Macrauchenia, or that today’s smaller Edentata have consumed the resources of their larger predecessors? Certainly, nothing in the long history of the world is as shocking as the widespread and repeated extinctions of its beings.
Nevertheless, if we consider the subject under another point of view, it will appear less perplexing. We do not steadily bear in mind, how profoundly ignorant we are of the conditions of existence of every animal; nor do we always remember, that some check is constantly preventing the too rapid increase of every organized being left in a state of nature. The supply of food, on an average, remains constant, yet the tendency in every animal to increase by propagation is geometrical; and its surprising effects have nowhere been more astonishingly shown, than in the case of the European animals run wild during the last few centuries in America. Every animal in a state of nature regularly breeds; yet in a species long established, any great increase in numbers is obviously impossible, and must be checked by some means. We are, nevertheless, seldom able with certainty to tell in any given species, at what period of life, or at what period of the year, or whether only at long intervals, the check falls; or, again, what is the precise nature of the check. Hence probably it is, that we feel so little surprise at one, of two species closely allied in habits, being rare and the other abundant in the same district; or, again, that one should be abundant in one district, and another, filling the same place in the economy of nature, should be abundant in a neighbouring district, differing very little in its conditions. If asked how this is, one immediately replies that it is determined by some slight difference, in climate, food, or the number of enemies: yet how rarely, if ever, we can point out the precise cause and manner of action of the check! We are therefore, driven to the conclusion, that causes generally quite inappreciable by us, determine whether a given species shall be abundant or scanty in numbers.
However, if we look at the topic from a different perspective, it becomes less confusing. We often forget just how profoundly unaware we are of the living conditions of each animal and that there’s always something keeping the populations of every species in nature from growing too fast. The food supply generally stays the same, but the desire for every animal to reproduce grows exponentially. This has been especially clear in the case of European animals that have gone wild in America over the last few centuries. Every animal in a natural setting breeds regularly; however, in established species, a significant population increase is clearly impossible and must be controlled somehow. Yet, we rarely know for sure what time in life, what time of year, or whether it happens only sporadically when that control kicks in or what exactly it involves. That’s likely why we are not surprised when one closely related species is rare while another is abundant in the same area, or why one might be plentiful in one place while another, serving the same role in nature, thrives nearby under almost identical conditions. If asked about this, people often say it’s due to minor differences in climate, food, or predator numbers. Yet how rarely, if ever, can we specify the exact cause and mechanism of that control? Therefore, we conclude that factors that are often completely unnoticed by us decide whether a specific species is plentiful or scarce.
In the cases where we can trace the extinction of a species through man, either wholly or in one limited district, we know that it becomes rarer and rarer, and is then lost: it would be difficult to point out any just distinction 813 between a species destroyed by man or by the increase of its natural enemies. The evidence of rarity preceding extinction, is more striking in the successive tertiary strata, as remarked by several able observers; it has often been found that a shell very common in a tertiary stratum is now most rare, and has even long been thought extinct. If then, as appears probable, species first become rare and then extinct—if the too rapid increase of every species, even the most favoured, is steadily checked, as we must admit, though how and when it is hard to say—and if we see, without the smallest surprise, though unable to assign the precise reason, one species abundant and another closely allied species rare in the same district—why should we feel such great astonishment at the rarity being carried one step further to extinction? An action going on, on every side of us, and yet barely appreciable, might surely be carried a little further, without exciting our observation. Who would feel any great surprise at hearing that the Magalonyx was formerly rare compared with the Megatherium, or that one of the fossil monkeys was few in number compared with one of the now living monkeys? and yet in this comparative rarity, we should have the plainest evidence of less favourable conditions for their existence. To admit that species generally become rare before they become extinct—to feel no surprise at the comparative rarity of one species with another, and yet to call in some extraordinary agent and to marvel greatly when a species ceases to exist, appears to me much the same as to admit that sickness in the individual is the prelude to death—to feel no surprise at sickness—but when the sick man dies to wonder, and to believe that he died through violence.
In cases where we can track a species' extinction due to humans, either completely or in a specific area, we see that it becomes increasingly rare before it disappears entirely. It's hard to make a clear distinction 813 between a species that was wiped out by humans and one that was affected by the growth of its natural predators. The evidence of rarity before extinction is more noticeable in the various tertiary layers, as noted by several knowledgeable observers; it has often been observed that a shell species that was very common in one of these layers is now extremely rare and has even been considered extinct for a long time. If, as seems likely, species first become rare and then go extinct—if every species, even the most successful ones, is consistently kept in check, which we must accept, though it's tough to pinpoint how and when—and if we observe, without much surprise, that one species is abundant while a closely related species is rare in the same area—why should we be so shocked when rarity leads to extinction? An ongoing process all around us, which is only subtly noticeable, could certainly be pushed a bit further without drawing our attention. Who would be greatly surprised to learn that the Magalonyx was once rare compared to the Megatherium, or that one of the fossil monkeys was less numerous than one of the currently living monkeys? Yet, in this relative rarity, we would see clear evidence of less favorable conditions for their survival. Accepting that species typically become rare before they go extinct—feeling no surprise at the relative rarity of one species compared to another—yet still looking for some extraordinary cause and being astonished when a species vanishes seems to me much like accepting that illness in an individual is a precursor to death—feeling no surprise at sickness—but then being surprised when the sick person dies, believing instead that they died due to some external force.
CHAPTER IX — SANTA CRUZ, PATAGONIA, AND THE FALKLAND ISLANDS
Santa Cruz—Expedition up the River—Indians—Immense Streams of Basaltic Lava—Fragments not transported by the River—Excavations of the Valley—Condor, Habits of—Cordillera—Erratic Boulders of great size—Indian Relics—Return to the Ship—Falkland Islands—Wild Horses, Cattle, Rabbits—Wolf-like Fox—Fire made of Bones—Manner of Hunting Wild Cattle—Geology—Streams of Stones—Scenes of Violence—Penguins—Geese—Eggs of Doris—Compound Animals.
Santa Cruz—Expedition up the River—Indigenous People—Massive Streams of Basaltic Lava—Pieces not carried by the River—Excavations of the Valley—Condor, Habits of—Mountain Range—Large Erratic Boulders—Indian Artifacts—Return to the Ship—Falkland Islands—Wild Horses, Cattle, Rabbits—Wolf-like Fox—Fire Made of Bones—Methods of Hunting Wild Cattle—Geology—Streams of Stones—Scenes of Violence—Penguins—Geese—Doris Eggs—Compound Animals.
APRIL 13, 1834.—The Beagle anchored within the mouth of the Santa Cruz. This river is situated about sixty miles south of Port St. Julian. During the last voyage Captain Stokes proceeded thirty miles up it, but then, from the want of provisions, was obliged to return. Excepting what was discovered at that time, scarcely anything was known about this large river. Captain Fitz Roy now determined to follow its course as far as time would allow. On the 18th three whale-boats started, carrying three weeks' provisions; and the party consisted of twenty-five souls—a force which would have been sufficient to have defied a host of Indians. With a strong flood-tide and a fine day we made a good run, soon drank some of the fresh water, and were at night nearly above the tidal influence.
APRIL 13, 1834.—The Beagle anchored at the mouth of the Santa Cruz River, located about sixty miles south of Port St. Julian. On the last trip, Captain Stokes managed to travel thirty miles up the river but had to turn back due to a lack of supplies. Other than what was found during that journey, little was known about this large river. Captain Fitz Roy decided to navigate as far along its course as time permitted. On the 18th, three whaleboats set out, stocked with three weeks’ worth of provisions, and the group consisted of twenty-five people—a number that would have been enough to stand up to a large group of Indians. With a strong incoming tide and good weather, we made great progress, quickly enjoyed some fresh water, and by nightfall, we were almost beyond the reach of the tidal influence.
The river here assumed a size and appearance which, even at the highest point we ultimately reached, was scarcely diminished. It was generally from three to four hundred yards broad, and in the middle about seventeen feet deep. The rapidity of the current, which in its whole course runs at the rate of from four to six knots an hour, is perhaps its most remarkable feature. The water is of a fine blue colour, but with a slight milky tinge, and not so transparent as at first sight would have been expected. It flows over a bed of pebbles, like those which compose the beach and the surrounding plains. It runs in a winding course through a valley, which extends in a direct line westward. This valley varies from five to ten miles in breadth; it is bounded by step-formed terraces, which rise in most parts, one above the other, to the height of five hundred feet, and have on the opposite sides a remarkable correspondence.
The river here was quite large and looked impressive, and even at the highest point we reached, it hardly seemed to get any smaller. It was generally three to four hundred yards wide and about seventeen feet deep in the middle. The speed of the current, which flows at about four to six knots an hour throughout, is maybe its most notable feature. The water is a nice blue color, but with a slightly milky tint, and it's not as clear as you might expect at first glance. It flows over a bed of pebbles similar to those on the beach and surrounding plains. It takes a winding path through a valley that stretches directly westward. This valley ranges from five to ten miles wide and is bordered by stepped terraces that rise, mostly one above the other, to about five hundred feet high, with a striking similarity on the opposite sides.
April 19th.—Against so strong a current it was, of course, quite impossible to row or sail: consequently the three boats were fastened together head and stern, two hands left in each, and the rest came on shore to track. As the general arrangements made by Captain Fitz Roy were very good for facilitating the work of all, and as all had a share in it, I will describe the system. The party including every one, was divided into two spells, each of which hauled at the tracking line alternately for an hour and a half. The officers of each boat lived with, ate the same food, and slept in the same tent with their crew, so that each boat was quite independent of the others. After sunset the first level spot where any bushes were growing, was chosen for our night's lodging. Each of the crew took it in turns to be cook. Immediately the boat was hauled up, the cook made his fire; two others pitched the tent; the coxswain handed the things out of the boat; the rest carried them up to the tents and collected firewood. By this order, in half an hour everything was ready for the night. A watch of two men and an officer was always kept, whose duty it was to look after the boats, keep up the fire, and guard against Indians. Each in the party had his one hour every night.
April 19th.—With such a strong current, it was impossible to row or sail. So, the three boats were tied together, with two people staying in each boat while the rest went ashore to pull. Since Captain Fitz Roy organized everything well to make the work easier for everyone, and since everyone participated, I'll explain the system. The entire group was divided into two shifts, each of which pulled the tracking line for an hour and a half on rotation. The officers of each boat shared meals, slept in the same tent, and spent time with their crew, making each boat completely self-sufficient. After sunset, we picked the first flat area with bushes for our camp for the night. Each crew member took turns cooking. As soon as the boat was pulled up, the cook started the fire; two others set up the tent; the coxswain passed out supplies from the boat; the rest transported everything to the tents and gathered firewood. Thanks to this organized approach, everything was ready for the night in half an hour. There was always a watch of two men and an officer to take care of the boats, maintain the fire, and watch out for any Indians. Each person in the group had one hour of watch duty each night.
During this day we tracked but a short distance, for there were many islets, covered by thorny bushes, and the channels between them were shallow.
During this day, we only covered a short distance because there were many small islands, covered in thorny bushes, and the channels between them were shallow.
April 20th.—We passed the islands and set to work. Our regular day's march, although it was hard enough, carried us on an average only ten miles in a straight line, and perhaps fifteen or twenty altogether. Beyond the place where we slept last night, the country is completely terra incognita, for it was there that Captain Stokes turned back. We saw in the distance a great smoke, and found the skeleton of a horse, so we knew that Indians were in the neighbourhood. On the next morning (21st) tracks of a party of horse and marks left by the trailing of the chuzos, or long spears, were observed on the ground. It was generally thought that the Indians had reconnoitred us during the night. Shortly afterwards we came to a spot where, from the fresh footsteps of men, children, and horses, it was evident that the party had crossed the river.
April 20th.—We went past the islands and got to work. Our usual march, though challenging, averaged only about ten miles in a straight line and maybe fifteen or twenty total. Beyond where we camped last night, the area is completely terra incognita, since that’s where Captain Stokes turned back. In the distance, we saw a big plume of smoke and found the skeleton of a horse, so we realized that Indians were nearby. The next morning (21st), we noticed tracks of a group of horses and marks left by the chuzos, or long spears, on the ground. Most people thought that the Indians had scouted us during the night. Shortly after, we reached a spot where the fresh footprints of men, children, and horses showed that the group had crossed the river.
April 22nd.—The country remained the same, and was extremely uninteresting. The complete similarity of the productions throughout Patagonia is one of its most striking characters. The level plains of arid shingle support the same stunted and dwarf plants; and in the valleys the same thorn-bearing bushes grow. Everywhere we see the same birds and insects. Even the very banks of the river and of the clear streamlets which entered it, were scarcely enlivened by a brighter tint of green. The curse of sterility is on the land, and the water flowing over a bed of pebbles partakes of the same curse. Hence the number of water-fowls is very scanty; for there is nothing to support life in the stream of this barren river.
April 22nd.—The landscape remained unchanged and was incredibly dull. The uniformity of the vegetation across Patagonia is one of its most notable features. The flat, dry plains are covered with the same short, stunted plants, and in the valleys, the same thorny bushes grow. We see the same birds and insects everywhere. Even the banks of the river and the clear streams flowing into it were hardly brightened by a more vibrant green. The land is cursed with infertility, and the water flowing over a bed of pebbles shares in this curse. As a result, there are very few waterfowl because there's nothing to sustain life in the waters of this barren river.
Patagonia, poor as she is in some respects, can however boast of a greater stock of small rodents 91 than perhaps any other country in the world. Several species of mice are externally characterized by large thin ears and a very fine fur. These little animals swarm amongst the thickets in the valleys, where they cannot for months together taste a drop of water excepting the dew. They all seem to be cannibals for no sooner was a mouse caught in one of my traps that it was devoured by others. A small and delicately shaped fox, which is likewise very abundant, probably derives its entire support from these small animals. The guanaco is also in his proper district, herds of fifty or a hundred were common; and, as I have stated, we saw one which must have contained at least five hundred. The puma, with the condor and other carrion-hawks in its train, follows and preys upon these animals. The footsteps of the puma were to be seen almost everywhere on the banks of the river; and the remains of several guanacos, with their necks dislocated and bones broken, showed how they had met their death.
Patagonia, despite being limited in some ways, can proudly claim to have a greater population of small rodents 91 than possibly any other place in the world. Several species of mice are easily recognized by their large, thin ears and very fine fur. These little creatures thrive in the thickets of the valleys, where they often go for months without drinking anything except for dew. They all seem to engage in cannibalism, as no sooner is a mouse caught in one of my traps than it is eaten by others. A small, delicately shaped fox, which is also quite common, probably gets all its food from these small animals. The guanaco is also found in its natural habitat, with herds of fifty or a hundred being typical; as I mentioned, we even saw one herd that must have contained at least five hundred. The puma, along with condors and other scavenger birds, follows and hunts these animals. Puma tracks were visible almost everywhere along the riverbanks, and the remains of several guanacos, with their necks broken and bones shattered, indicated how they had met their end.
April 24th.—Like the navigators of old when approaching an unknown land, we examined and watched for the most trivial sign of a change. The drifted trunk of a tree, or a boulder of primitive rock, was hailed with joy, as if we had seen a forest growing on the flanks of the Cordillera. The top, however, of a heavy bank of clouds, which remained almost constantly in one position, was the most promising sign, and eventually turned out a true harbinger. At first the clouds were mistaken for the mountains themselves, instead of the masses of vapour condensed by their icy summits.
April 24th.—Like the explorers of old when getting close to uncharted territory, we scrutinized and looked for the slightest sign of change. The sight of a floated tree trunk or a piece of primitive rock was celebrated, like finding a forest along the mountains. However, the top of a thick bank of clouds that stayed in one spot most of the time was the most hopeful sign, and it eventually proved to be a real indicator. At first, the clouds were confused with the mountains themselves, rather than the masses of vapor formed by their icy peaks.
April 26th.—We this day met with a marked change in the geological structure of the plains. From the first starting I had carefully examined the gravel in the river, and for the two last days had noticed the presence of a few small pebbles of a very cellular basalt. These gradually increased in number and in size, but none were as large as a man's head. This morning, however, pebbles of the same rock, but more compact, suddenly became abundant, and in the course of half an hour we saw, at the distance of five of six miles, the angular edge of a great basaltic platform. When we arrived at its base we found the stream bubbling among the fallen blocks. For the next twenty-eight miles the river-course was encumbered with these basaltic masses. Above that limit immense fragments of primitive rocks, derived from its surrounding boulder-formation, were equally numerous. None of the fragments of any considerable size had been washed more than three or four miles down the river below their parent-source: considering the singular rapidity of the great body of water in the Santa Cruz, and that no still reaches occur in any part, this example is a most striking one, of the inefficiency of rivers in transporting even moderately-sized fragments.
April 26th.—Today, we noticed a significant change in the geological structure of the plains. Since we started, I had been closely examining the gravel in the river, and over the last two days, I noticed a few small pebbles of very porous basalt. These gradually increased in number and size, but none were larger than a man's head. This morning, however, pebbles of the same rock, but denser, suddenly became plentiful, and within half an hour, we could see the jagged edge of a large basaltic platform about five or six miles away. When we reached its base, we found the stream bubbling among the fallen blocks. For the next twenty-eight miles, the riverbed was crowded with these basaltic masses. Beyond that, huge fragments of primary rocks, coming from the surrounding boulder-formation, were also common. None of the significant fragments had been washed more than three or four miles downriver from their source: given the remarkable speed of the Santa Cruz River and the absence of calm stretches, this is a striking example of how inefficient rivers are at transporting even moderately-sized fragments.
The basalt is only lava, which has flowed beneath the sea; but the eruptions must have been on the grandest scale. At the point where we first met this formation it was 120 feet in thickness; following up the river course, the surface imperceptibly rose and the mass became thicker, so that at forty miles above the first station it was 320 feet thick. What the thickness may be close to the Cordillera, I have no means of knowing, but the platform there attains a height of about three thousand feet above the level of the sea; we must therefore look to the mountains of that great chain for its source; and worthy of such a source are streams that have flowed over the gently inclined bed of the sea to a distance of one hundred miles. At the first glance of the basaltic cliffs on the opposite sides of the valley, it was evident that the strata once were united. What power, then, has removed along a whole line of country, a solid mass of very hard rock, which had an average thickness of nearly three hundred feet, and a breadth varying from rather less than two miles to four miles? The river, though it has so little power in transporting even inconsiderable fragments, yet in the lapse of ages might produce by its gradual erosion an effect of which it is difficult to judge the amount. But in this case, independently of the insignificance of such an agency, good reasons can be assigned for believing that this valley was formerly occupied by an arm of the sea. It is needless in this work to detail the arguments leading to this conclusion, derived from the form and the nature of the step-formed terraces on both sides of the valley, from the manner in which the bottom of the valley near the Andes expands into a great estuary-like plain with sand-hillocks on it, and from the occurrence of a few sea-shells lying in the bed of the river. If I had space I could prove that South America was formerly here cut off by a strait, joining the Atlantic and Pacific oceans, like that of Magellan. But it may yet be asked, how has the solid basalt been moved? Geologists formerly would have brought into play the violent action of some overwhelming debacle; but in this case such a supposition would have been quite inadmissible, because, the same step-like plains with existing sea-shells lying on their surface, which front the long line of the Patagonian coast, sweep up on each side of the valley of Santa Cruz. No possible action of any flood could thus have modelled the land, either within the valley or along the open coast; and by the formation of such step-like plains or terraces the valley itself had been hollowed out. Although we know that there are tides, which run within the Narrows of the Strait of Magellan at the rate of eight knots an hour, yet we must confess that it makes the head almost giddy to reflect on the number of years, century after century, which the tides, unaided by a heavy surf, must have required to have corroded so vast an area and thickness of solid basaltic lava. Nevertheless, we must believe that the strata undermined by the waters of this ancient strait, were broken up into huge fragments, and these lying scattered on the beach were reduced first to smaller blocks, then to pebbles and lastly to the most impalpable mud, which the tides drifted far into the Eastern or Western Ocean.
The basalt is just lava that flowed under the sea, but the eruptions must have been massive. When we first encountered this formation, it was 120 feet thick; as we followed the river upstream, the surface gradually rose, and the mass became thicker, reaching 320 feet at forty miles above the first station. I have no way of knowing how thick it might be near the Cordillera, but the platform there is about three thousand feet above sea level. This suggests we should look to the mountains of that great chain for its source, and the streams that have flowed over the gently sloping seabed for a distance of one hundred miles are certainly worthy of such a source. At first sight of the basalt cliffs on opposite sides of the valley, it was clear that the layers were once joined. What power, then, has moved such a solid mass of very hard rock, averaging nearly three hundred feet thick and spanning between just under two miles to four miles wide, along an entire region? Although the river is not powerful enough to transport even small fragments, over ages, its gradual erosion could produce effects that are hard to estimate. However, in this case, aside from the limitations of such an agent, there are good reasons to believe that this valley was once occupied by a stretch of sea. It’s unnecessary to detail the arguments supporting this conclusion, derived from the shape and nature of the terraced steps on both sides of the valley, the way the valley floor near the Andes expands into a large estuarine-like plain with sand dunes, and the few sea shells found in the riverbed. If I had more space, I could prove that South America was once cut off here by a strait connecting the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans, similar to the Strait of Magellan. But one might still wonder, how was the solid basalt moved? Geologists used to think it must have been through some massive catastrophe, but in this case, that idea is totally inappropriate, since the same step-like plains with existing sea shells on their surface, which face the long stretch of the Patagonian coast, rise on both sides of the Santa Cruz valley. No imaginable flood could have shaped the land like that, either in the valley or along the open coast; the formation of those step-like plains or terraces carved out the valley itself. Although we know there are tides that flow through the Narrows of the Strait of Magellan at eight knots per hour, it’s almost mind-boggling to think about how many years, century after century, those tides, without the help of heavy surf, must have taken to erode such a vast area and thickness of solid basaltic lava. Still, we must believe that the layers eroded by the waters of this ancient strait were shattered into large fragments, and those scattered on the beach were first broken into smaller blocks, then into pebbles, and finally into the finest mud, which the tides swept far into the Eastern or Western Ocean.
With the change in the geological structure of the plains the character of the landscape likewise altered. While rambling up some of the narrow and rocky defiles, I could almost have fancied myself transported back again to the barren valleys of the island of St. Jago. Among the basaltic cliffs I found some plants which I had seen nowhere else, but others I recognised as being wanderers from Tierra del Fuego. These porous rocks serve as a reservoir for the scanty rain-water; and consequently on the line where the igneous and sedimentary formations unite, some small springs (most rare occurrences in Patagonia) burst forth; and they could be distinguished at a distance by the circumscribed patches of bright green herbage.
With the change in the geological structure of the plains, the landscape also transformed. As I walked through some of the narrow and rocky passes, I could almost imagine I was transported back to the barren valleys of the island of St. Jago. Among the basalt cliffs, I discovered some plants I'd never seen before, while others I recognized as drifters from Tierra del Fuego. These porous rocks act as a reservoir for the limited rainwater; as a result, where the igneous and sedimentary formations meet, small springs (a rare sight in Patagonia) emerge, and they can be spotted from a distance by the distinct patches of bright green grass.
April 27th.—The bed of the river became rather narrower and hence the stream more rapid. It here ran at the rate of six knots an hour. From this cause, and from the many great angular fragments, tracking the boats became both dangerous and laborious.
April 27th.—The riverbed got a bit narrower, making the current faster. It was flowing at about six knots an hour. Because of this, along with the many large, angular rocks, steering the boats became both risky and exhausting.
This day I shot a condor. It measured from tip to tip of the wings, eight and a half feet, and from beak to tail, four feet. This bird is known to have a wide geographical range, being found on the west coast of South America, from the Strait of Magellan along the Cordillera as far as eight degrees north of the equator. The steep cliff near the mouth of the Rio Negro is its northern limit on the Patagonian coast; and they have there wandered about four hundred miles from the great central line of their habitations in the Andes. Further south, among the bold precipices at the head of Port Desire, the condor is not uncommon; yet only a few stragglers occasionally visit the sea-coast. A line of cliff near the mouth of the Santa Cruz is frequented by these birds, and about eighty miles up the river, where the sides of the valley are formed by steep basaltic precipices, the condor reappears. From these facts it seems that the condors require perpendicular cliffs. In Chile, they haunt, during the greater part of the year, the lower country near the shores of the Pacific, and at night several roost together in one tree; but in the early part of summer, they retire to the most inaccessible parts of the inner Cordillera, there to breed in peace.
Today, I shot a condor. It had a wingspan of eight and a half feet and measured four feet from beak to tail. This bird is known to have a wide range, being found along the west coast of South America, from the Strait of Magellan up the Andes as far as eight degrees north of the equator. The steep cliff near the mouth of the Rio Negro marks its northern limit on the Patagonian coast, and they have strayed about four hundred miles from their main habitat in the Andes. Further south, near the bold cliffs at the head of Port Desire, condors are not uncommon; however, only a few wander to the coast now and then. A line of cliffs near the mouth of the Santa Cruz River is often visited by these birds, and about eighty miles up the river, where the valley sides are steep basalt cliffs, the condor reappears. From these observations, it seems that condors need vertical cliffs. In Chile, they mostly stay in the lowlands near the Pacific coast for most of the year, and at night, several roost together in one tree; but in early summer, they retreat to the most hard-to-reach areas of the inner Andes to breed in peace.
With respect to their propagation, I was told by the country people in Chile, that the condor makes no sort of nest, but in the months of November and December lays two large white eggs on a shelf of bare rock. It is said that the young condors cannot fly for an entire year; and long after they are able, they continue to roost by night, and hunt by day with their parents. The old birds generally live in pairs; but among the inland basaltic cliffs of the Santa Cruz, I found a spot, where scores must usually haunt. On coming suddenly to the brow of the precipice, it was a grand spectacle to see between twenty and thirty of these great birds start heavily from their resting-place, and wheel away in majestic circles. From the quantity of dung on the rocks they must long have frequented this cliff for roosting and breeding. Having gorged themselves with carrion on the plains below, they retire to these favourite ledges to digest their food. From these facts, the condor, like the gallinazo, must to a certain degree be considered as a gregarious bird. In this part of the country they live altogether on the guanacos which have died a natural death, or as more commonly happens, have been killed by the pumas. I believe, from what I saw in Patagonia, that they do not on ordinary occasions extend their daily excursions to any great distance from their regular sleeping-places.
Regarding their reproduction, the locals in Chile told me that the condor doesn’t build a nest but lays two large white eggs on a bare rock shelf in November and December. It's said that young condors can't fly for a whole year; even after they can, they still roost at night and hunt during the day with their parents. Adult condors usually live in pairs, but I found a place among the inland basalt cliffs of Santa Cruz where dozens likely gather. When I unexpectedly reached the edge of the cliff, it was an impressive sight to see twenty to thirty of these huge birds take off heavily from their resting spot and soar away in graceful circles. The amount of droppings on the rocks suggests they've used this cliff for roosting and breeding for a long time. After gorging on carrion in the plains below, they return to these favored ledges to digest their meals. From this, it can be inferred that the condor, like the gallinazo, is somewhat of a social bird. In this area, they primarily feed on guanacos that have died naturally or, more often, those killed by pumas. From what I observed in Patagonia, I believe they typically don't venture far from their usual sleeping spots during their daily forages.
The condors may oftentimes be seen at a great height, soaring over a certain spot in the most graceful circles. On some occasions I am sure that they do this only for pleasure, but on others, the Chileno countryman tells you that they are watching a dying animal, or the puma devouring its prey. If the condors glide down, and then suddenly all rise together, the Chileno knows that it is the puma which, watching the carcass, has sprung out to drive away the robbers. Besides feeding on carrion, the condors frequently attack young goats and lambs; and the shepherd-dogs are trained, whenever they pass over, to run out, and looking upwards to bark violently. The Chilenos destroy and catch numbers. Two methods are used; one is to place a carcass on a level piece of ground within an enclosure of sticks with an opening, and when the condors are gorged to gallop up on horseback to the entrance, and thus enclose them: for when this bird has not space to run, it cannot give its body sufficient momentum to rise from the ground. The second method is to mark the trees in which, frequently to the number of five or six together, they roost, and they at night to climb up and noose them. They are such heavy sleepers, as I have myself witnessed, that this is not a difficult task. At Valparaiso, I have seen a living condor sold for sixpence, but the common price is eight or ten shillings. One which I saw brought in, had been tied with rope, and was much injured; yet, the moment the line was cut by which its bill was secured, although surrounded by people, it began ravenously to tear a piece of carrion. In a garden at the same place, between twenty and thirty were kept alive. They were fed only once a week, but they appeared in pretty good health. 92 The Chileno countrymen assert that the condor will live, and retain its vigour, between five and six weeks without eating: I cannot answer for the truth of this, but it is a cruel experiment, which very likely has been tried.
The condors can often be seen soaring high in graceful circles over a specific spot. Sometimes I think they do this just for fun, but other times the Chilean locals say they’re watching a dying animal or a puma eating its prey. If the condors glide down and then suddenly all take off together, the Chilean knows that it's the puma watching the carcass that has jumped out to scare away the scavengers. Besides eating carrion, the condors often go after young goats and lambs, and the shepherd dogs are trained to bark intensely whenever they fly overhead. The Chileans catch and kill many of them. They use two methods; one is to place a carcass on flat ground inside a stick enclosure with an opening, and once the condors are stuffed, they gallop in on horseback to the entrance, trapping them since these birds need space to build up speed to take off. The second method involves marking the trees where they often roost in groups of five or six, then climbing up at night to catch them with nooses. They’re such heavy sleepers, as I’ve seen myself, that it’s not a hard task. In Valparaiso, I’ve seen a live condor sold for sixpence, but usually, the price is eight or ten shillings. One I saw brought in was tied with rope and injured, yet as soon as the line securing its beak was cut, even surrounded by people, it eagerly began tearing into a piece of carrion. In a garden there, between twenty and thirty were kept alive. They were fed only once a week, but they seemed to be in pretty good health. 92 The Chilean locals claim that a condor can live and stay strong for five to six weeks without food; I can’t verify that, but it sounds like a cruel experiment that’s probably been attempted.
When an animal is killed in the country, it is well known that the condors, like other carrion-vultures, soon gain intelligence of it, and congregate in an inexplicable manner. In most cases it must not be overlooked, that the birds have discovered their prey, and have picked the skeleton clean, before the flesh is in the least degree tainted. Remembering the experiments of M. Audubon, on the little smelling powers of carrion-hawks, I tried in the above mentioned garden the following experiment: the condors were tied, each by a rope, in a long row at the bottom of a wall; and having folded up a piece of meat in white paper, I walked backwards and forwards, carrying it in my hand at the distance of about three yards from them, but no notice whatever was taken. I then threw it on the ground, within one yard of an old male bird; he looked at it for a moment with attention, but then regarded it no more. With a stick I pushed it closer and closer, until at last he touched it with his beak; the paper was then instantly torn off with fury, and at the same moment, every bird in the long row began struggling and flapping its wings. Under the same circumstances, it would have been quite impossible to have deceived a dog. The evidence in favour of and against the acute smelling powers of carrion-vultures is singularly balanced. Professor Owen has demonstrated that the olfactory nerves of the turkey-buzzard (Cathartes aura) are highly developed, and on the evening when Mr. Owen's paper was read at the Zoological Society, it was mentioned by a gentleman that he had seen the carrion-hawks in the West Indies on two occasions collect on the roof of a house, when a corpse had become offensive from not having been buried, in this case, the intelligence could hardly have been acquired by sight. On the other hand, besides the experiments of Audubon and that one by myself, Mr. Bachman has tried in the United States many varied plans, showing that neither the turkey-buzzard (the species dissected by Professor Owen) nor the gallinazo find their food by smell. He covered portions of highly-offensive offal with a thin canvas cloth, and strewed pieces of meat on it: these the carrion-vultures ate up, and then remained quietly standing, with their beaks within the eighth of an inch of the putrid mass, without discovering it. A small rent was made in the canvas, and the offal was immediately discovered; the canvas was replaced by a fresh piece, and meat again put on it, and was again devoured by the vultures without their discovering the hidden mass on which they were trampling. These facts are attested by the signatures of six gentlemen, besides that of Mr. Bachman. 93
When an animal is killed in the countryside, it's well known that condors, like other scavengers, quickly find out about it and gather in a mysterious way. In most cases, it should not be overlooked that the birds have found their prey and have picked the bones clean before the meat has started to rot. Remembering M. Audubon's experiments on the limited smelling abilities of scavenger hawks, I tried the following experiment in the garden mentioned earlier: I tied up the condors, each with a rope, in a long line at the bottom of a wall. I folded a piece of meat in white paper and walked back and forth, holding it about three yards away from them, but they didn't pay any attention. I then tossed it on the ground, just one yard away from an old male bird; he glanced at it for a moment but then ignored it. With a stick, I pushed it closer and closer until he finally touched it with his beak. The paper was then ripped off in a burst of anger, and at that moment, every bird in the line started flapping its wings and struggling. Under the same conditions, it would have been impossible to fool a dog. The evidence both for and against the strong smelling abilities of scavenger vultures is quite balanced. Professor Owen has shown that the olfactory nerves of the turkey buzzard (Cathartes aura) are highly developed, and on the night Mr. Owen's paper was presented at the Zoological Society, a gentleman mentioned he had seen scavenger hawks in the West Indies gather on the roof of a house when a corpse had become offensive because it hadn’t been buried; in this case, they likely couldn’t have learned about it by sight. On the other hand, besides Audubon's experiments and my own, Mr. Bachman has conducted many different tests in the United States showing that neither the turkey buzzard (the species dissected by Professor Owen) nor the gallinazo find food by smell. He covered parts of very offensive remains with a thin canvas cloth and scattered pieces of meat on top; the vultures ate the meat and then stood quietly, with their beaks just an eighth of an inch from the decaying mass, without noticing it. After making a small tear in the canvas, the vultures immediately discovered the remains. The canvas was replaced with a fresh piece, and again, the meat was put on top and consumed by the vultures without them finding the hidden remnants they were walking over. These facts have been confirmed by the signatures of six gentlemen, in addition to Mr. Bachman's. 93
Often when lying down to rest on the open plains, on looking upwards, I have seen carrion-hawks sailing through the air at a great height. Where the country is level I do not believe a space of the heavens, of more than fifteen degrees above the horizon, is commonly viewed with any attention by a person either walking or on horseback. If such be the case, and the vulture is on the wing at a height of between three and four thousand feet, before it could come within the range of vision, its distance in a straight line from the beholder's eye, would be rather more than two British miles. Might it not thus readily be overlooked? When an animal is killed by the sportsman in a lonely valley, may he not all the while be watched from above by the sharp-sighted bird? And will not the manner of its descend proclaim throughout the district to the whole family of carrion-feeders, that their prey is at hand?
Often when I lie down to rest on the open plains and look up, I see buzzards soaring high in the sky. In flat areas, I don’t think people walking or riding on horseback pay much attention to the space in the sky, more than fifteen degrees above the horizon. If that’s the case, and the vulture is flying at an altitude of three to four thousand feet, it would be more than two miles away in a straight line before it comes into view. Could it easily be missed? When a sportsman kills an animal in a secluded valley, can’t the sharp-eyed bird be watching it from above? And won’t its way of descending signal to all the scavengers in the area that their meal is ready?
When the condors are wheeling in a flock round and round any spot, their flight is beautiful. Except when rising from the ground, I do not recollect ever having seen one of these birds flap its wings. Near Lima, I watched several for nearly half an hour, without once taking off my eyes, they moved in large curves, sweeping in circles, descending and ascending without giving a single flap. As they glided close over my head, I intently watched from an oblique position, the outlines of the separate and great terminal feathers of each wing; and these separate feathers, if there had been the least vibratory movement, would have appeared as if blended together; but they were seen distinct against the blue sky. The head and neck were moved frequently, and apparently with force; and the extended wings seemed to form the fulcrum on which the movements of the neck, body, and tail acted. If the bird wished to descend, the wings were for a moment collapsed; and when again expanded with an altered inclination, the momentum gained by the rapid descent seemed to urge the bird upwards with the even and steady movement of a paper kite. In the case of any bird soaring, its motion must be sufficiently rapid so that the action of the inclined surface of its body on the atmosphere may counterbalance its gravity. The force to keep up the momentum of a body moving in a horizontal plane in the air (in which there is so little friction) cannot be great, and this force is all that is wanted. The movements of the neck and body of the condor, we must suppose, is sufficient for this. However this may be, it is truly wonderful and beautiful to see so great a bird, hour after hour, without any apparent exertion, wheeling and gliding over mountain and river.
When the condors are circling in a flock around any spot, their flight is stunning. Except when taking off from the ground, I can’t remember ever seeing one of these birds flap its wings. Near Lima, I watched several of them for nearly half an hour, without once taking my eyes off them. They moved in wide arcs, gliding in circles, rising and falling without flapping at all. As they flew close overhead, I closely observed from an angle the outlines of the large, separate terminal feathers on each wing; these feathers, if there had been even the slightest movement, would have looked blended together, but they appeared distinct against the blue sky. Their head and neck moved frequently and seemingly with force, while their outstretched wings acted like a pivot for the movements of the neck, body, and tail. If the bird wanted to descend, it would momentarily fold its wings; then, when they opened again at a different angle, the speed gained from the rapid descent seemed to propel the bird upwards in a smooth and steady way, like a paper kite. For any bird soaring, its motion must be fast enough so that the angle of its body against the air can counteract its weight. The force needed to maintain the movement of a body flying horizontally in the air (where there’s so little friction) can’t be that great, and that’s all it requires. We must assume that the movements of the condor’s neck and body are enough for this. Regardless, it’s truly amazing and beautiful to watch such a large bird, hour after hour, gliding gracefully over mountains and rivers without any visible effort.
April 29th.—From some high land we hailed with joy the white summits of the Cordillera, as they were seen occasionally peeping through their dusky envelope of clouds. During the few succeeding days we continued to get on slowly, for we found the river-course very tortuous, and strewed with immense fragments of various ancient slate rocks, and of granite. The plain bordering the valley has here attained an elevation of about 1100 feet above the river, and its character was much altered. The well-rounded pebbles of porphyry were mingled with many immense angular fragments of basalt and of primary rocks. The first of these erratic boulders which I noticed, was sixty-seven miles distant from the nearest mountain; another which I measured was five yards square, and projected five feet above the gravel. Its edges were so angular, and its size so great, that I at first mistook it for a rock in situ, and took out my compass to observe the direction of its cleavage. The plain here was not quite so level as that nearer the coast, but yet in betrayed no signs of any great violence. Under these circumstances it is, I believe, quite impossible to explain the transportal of these gigantic masses of rock so many miles from their parent-source, on any theory except by that of floating icebergs.
April 29th.—From some high ground, we joyfully spotted the white peaks of the Cordillera peeking through their dark cloud cover. Over the next few days, our progress was slow because the river's path was very winding and littered with massive chunks of various ancient slate and granite rocks. The plain by the valley here had risen to about 1100 feet above the river, and its features had changed significantly. Smooth porphyry pebbles were mixed in with large angular pieces of basalt and other primitive rocks. The first of these unusual boulders I noticed was sixty-seven miles away from the nearest mountain; another one I measured was five yards square and jutted out five feet from the gravel. Its edges were so sharp, and its size so large, that I initially thought it was a rock in place, and I took out my compass to check the direction of its cleavage. The plain here wasn’t as flat as the area closer to the coast, but it showed no signs of significant upheaval. Given these circumstances, I believe it’s quite impossible to explain how these gigantic rock masses were transported so many miles from their original source by any theory other than floating icebergs.
During the two last days we met with signs of horses, and with several small articles which had belonged to the Indians—such as parts of a mantle and a bunch of ostrich feathers—, but they appeared to have been lying long on the ground. Between the place where the Indians had so lately crossed the river and this neighbourhood, though so many miles apart, the country appears to be quite unfrequented. At first, considering the abundance of the guanacos, I was surprised at this; but it is explained by the stony nature of the plains, which would soon disable an unshod horse from taking part in the chase. Nevertheless, in two places in this very central region, I found small heaps of stones, which I do not think could have been accidentally thrown together. They were placed on points, projecting over the edge of the highest lava cliff, and they resembled, but on a small scale, those near Port Desire.
Over the last two days, we encountered signs of horses and some small items that belonged to the Indians—like pieces of a mantle and a bunch of ostrich feathers—but they looked like they had been on the ground for a while. Between where the Indians had recently crossed the river and this area, even though they are quite a distance apart, the land seems to be largely untouched. At first, I was surprised by this considering the number of guanacos around, but it makes sense because the rocky terrain would quickly make it difficult for a horse without shoes to participate in the hunt. Still, in two spots in this central area, I found small piles of stones that I doubt were just scattered by accident. They were arranged on points that jutted out over the edge of the highest lava cliff, and they were similar, though on a smaller scale, to those near Port Desire.
May 4th.—Captain Fitz Roy determined to take the boats no higher. The river had a winding course, and was very rapid; and the appearance of the country offered no temptation to proceed any further. Everywhere we met with the same productions, and the same dreary landscape. We were now one hundred and forty miles distant from the Atlantic and about sixty from the nearest arm of the Pacific. The valley in this upper part expanded into a wide basin, bounded on the north and south by the basaltic platforms, and fronted by the long range of the snow-clad Cordillera. But we viewed these grand mountains with regret, for we were obliged to imagine their nature and productions, instead of standing, as we had hoped, on their summits. Besides the useless loss of time which an attempt to ascend the river and higher would have cost us, we had already been for some days on half allowance of bread. This, although really enough for reasonable men, was, after a hard day's march, rather scanty food: a light stomach and an easy digestion are good things to talk about, but very unpleasant in practice.
May 4th.—Captain Fitz Roy decided not to take the boats any further upstream. The river was winding and fast-flowing, and the landscape around us didn’t make us want to continue. We encountered the same plants and the same dull scenery everywhere. We were now one hundred and forty miles from the Atlantic and about sixty from the nearest part of the Pacific. The valley up here widened into a large basin, flanked by basalt platforms to the north and south, and facing the long range of snow-covered mountains. However, we looked at these impressive mountains with regret, as we had to imagine their features and what they were like instead of standing on their peaks as we had hoped. Besides the pointless delay that an attempt to navigate further up the river would cause us, we had already been surviving on half rations of bread for several days. While this was technically enough for reasonable people, after a long day’s hike, the food felt quite meager: having a light stomach and easy digestion sounds great in theory, but is quite unpleasant in reality.
5th.—Before sunrise we commenced our descent. We shot down the stream with great rapidity, generally at the rate of ten knots an hour. In this one day we effected what had cost us five-and-a-half hard days' labour in ascending. On the 8th, we reached the Beagle after our twenty-one days' expedition. Every one, excepting myself, had cause to be dissatisfied; but to me the ascent afforded a most interesting section of the great tertiary formation of Patagonia.
5th.—Before sunrise, we started our descent. We sped down the stream quickly, usually at about ten knots an hour. In this one day, we accomplished what took us five and a half tough days to achieve while going up. On the 8th, we reached the Beagle after our twenty-one days of exploring. Everyone, except for me, had reasons to be unhappy; but for me, the ascent provided a really interesting glimpse of the major geological formation of Patagonia.
On March 1st, 1833, and again on March 16th, 1834, the Beagle anchored in Berkeley Sound, in East Falkland Island. This archipelago is situated in nearly the same latitude with the mouth of the Strait of Magellan; it covers a space of one hundred and twenty by sixty geographical miles, and is little more than half the size of Ireland. After the possession of these miserable islands had been contested by France, Spain, and England, they were left uninhabited. The government of Buenos Ayres then sold them to a private individual, but likewise used them, as old Spain had done before, for a penal settlement. England claimed her right and seized them. The Englishman who was left in charge of the flag was consequently murdered. A British officer was next sent, unsupported by any power: and when we arrived, we found him in charge of a population, of which rather more than half were runaway rebels and murderers.
On March 1, 1833, and again on March 16, 1834, the Beagle docked in Berkeley Sound, located on East Falkland Island. This archipelago is nearly at the same latitude as the mouth of the Strait of Magellan; it spans about one hundred twenty by sixty geographical miles and is just over half the size of Ireland. After countries like France, Spain, and England fought over these desolate islands, they were left uninhabited. The government of Buenos Ayres then sold them to a private individual, but also used them, similar to what old Spain had done, as a penal colony. England asserted its claim and took control. The Englishman left in charge of the flag was subsequently murdered. A British officer was sent next, without any support: and when we arrived, we found him managing a population where just over half were runaway rebels and murderers.
The theatre is worthy of the scenes acted on it. An undulating land, with a desolate and wretched aspect, is everywhere covered by a peaty soil and wiry grass, of one monotonous brown colour. Here and there a peak or ridge of grey quartz rock breaks through the smooth surface Every one has heard of the climate of these regions; it may be compared to that which is experienced at the height of between one and two thousand feet, on the mountains of North Wales; having however less sunshine and less frost but more wind and rain. 94
The landscape is fitting for the events that take place here. The rolling terrain, which looks barren and miserable, is covered everywhere by a peaty soil and thin grass, all in a dull brown shade. Occasionally, a peak or ridge of gray quartz rock juts out from the smooth ground. Everyone knows about the climate in these areas; it's similar to that found at an elevation of one to two thousand feet in the mountains of North Wales, though it has less sunshine and frost but more wind and rain. 94
16th.—I will now describe a short excursion which made round a part of this island. In the morning I started with six horses and two Gauchos: the latter were capital men for the purpose, and well accustomed to living on their own resources. The weather was very boisterous and cold with heavy hail-storms. We got on, however, pretty well but, except the geology, nothing could be less interesting than our day's ride. The country is uniformly the same undulating moorland; the surface being covered by light brown withered grass and a few very small shrubs, all springing out of an elastic peaty soil. In the valleys here and there might be seen a small flock of wild geese, and everywhere the ground was so soft that the snipe were able to feed. Besides these two birds there were few others. There is one main range of hills, nearly two thousand feet in height, and composed of quartz rock, the rugged and barren crests of which gave us some trouble to cross. On the south side we came to the best country for wild cattle; we met, however, no great number, for they had been lately much harassed.
16th.—I will now describe a short trip I took around a part of this island. In the morning, I set out with six horses and two Gauchos: they were great men for the job and well used to living off the land. The weather was very rough and cold, with heavy hailstorms. We managed to get by pretty well, but other than the geology, nothing could be less interesting than our day's ride. The landscape was uniformly the same rolling moorland; the ground was covered in light brown, withered grass and a few tiny shrubs, all growing from a springy peaty soil. In the valleys, we could occasionally see a small flock of wild geese, and everywhere the ground was so soft that the snipe could feed. Besides these two birds, there were very few others. There is one main range of hills, nearly two thousand feet high, made of quartz rock, and the rugged, barren peaks were a bit of a challenge to cross. On the south side, we found the best land for wild cattle; however, we didn’t see many, as they had been heavily hunted recently.
In the evening we came across a small herd. One of my companions, St. Jago by name, soon separated a fat cow: he threw the bolas, and it struck her legs, but failed in becoming entangled. Then dropping his hat to mark the spot where the balls were left, while at full gallop, he uncoiled his lazo, and after a most severe chase, again came up to the cow, and caught her round the horns. The other Gaucho had gone on ahead with the spare horses, so that St. Jago had some difficulty in killing the furious beast. He managed to get her on a level piece of ground, by taking advantage of her as often as she rushed at him; and when she would not move, my horse, from having been trained, would canter up, and with his chest give her a violent push. But when on level ground it does not appear an easy job for one man to kill a beast mad with terror. Nor would it be so, if the horse, when left to itself without its rider, did not soon learn, for its own safety, to keep the lazo tight, so that, if the cow or ox moves forward, the horse moves just as quickly forward; otherwise, it stands motionless leaning on one side. This horse, however, was a young one, and would not stand still, but gave in to the cow as she struggled. It was admirable to see with what dexterity St. Jago dodged behind the beast, till at last he contrived to give the fatal touch to the main tendon of the hind leg after which, without much difficulty, he drove his knife into the head of the spinal marrow, and the cow dropped as if struck by lightning. He cut off pieces of flesh with the skin to it, but without any bones, sufficient for our expedition. We then rode on to our sleeping-place, and had for supper "carne con cuero," or meat roasted with the skin on it. This is as superior to common beef as venison is to mutton. A large circular piece taken from the back is roasted on the embers with the hide downwards and is the form of a saucer, so that none of the gravy is lost. If any worthy alderman had supped with us that evening, "carne con cuero," without doubt, would soon have been celebrated in London.
In the evening, we came across a small herd. One of my companions, St. Jago, quickly targeted a fat cow. He threw the bolas, and they hit her legs but didn’t get tangled. Then, while galloping full speed, he dropped his hat to mark where he left the bolas, uncoiled his lasso, and after a tough chase, caught up with the cow again and got her around the horns. The other gaucho had already moved on with the spare horses, so St. Jago had a hard time bringing down the furious beast. He managed to get her on flat ground by using her aggressive charges against her; whenever she wouldn’t budge, my trained horse would canter up and push her hard with his chest. But even on level ground, it’s not easy for one person to take down an animal that’s frantic with fear. It wouldn’t be so difficult if the horse, when left to its own devices, didn't quickly learn to keep the lasso tight to ensure that if the cow or ox moved forward, the horse did too; otherwise, it would just stand still, leaning to one side. This horse, however, was young and wouldn’t hold still, so he gave way as the cow struggled. It was impressive to see how skillfully St. Jago dodged behind the animal until finally, he managed to strike the main tendon of her back leg. Then, without much trouble, he drove his knife into the head of the spinal marrow, and the cow dropped as if struck by lightning. He cut off pieces of flesh with the skin on, but no bones, enough for our trip. We then rode to our sleeping spot and had for supper "carne con cuero," or meat roasted with the skin on. This is far better than regular beef, much like venison is to mutton. A large circular piece taken from the back is roasted over the embers with the skin side down, shaped like a shallow dish so that none of the juices are lost. If any respectable alderman had dined with us that evening, "carne con cuero" would certainly have been celebrated in London.
During the night it rained, and the next day (17th) was very stormy, with much hail and snow. We rode across the island to the neck of land which joins the Rincon del Toro (the great peninsula at the S. W. extremity) to the rest of the island. From the great number of cows which have been killed, there is a large proportion of bulls. These wander about single, or two and three together, and are very savage. I never saw such magnificent beasts; they equalled in the size of their huge heads and necks the Grecian marble sculptures. Capt. Sulivan informs me that the hide of an average-sized bull weighs forty-seven pounds, whereas a hide of this weight, less thoroughly dried, is considered as a very heavy one at Monte Video. The young bulls generally run away, for a short distance; but the old ones do not stir a step, except to rush at man and horse; and many horses have been thus killed. An old bull crossed a boggy stream, and took his stand on the opposite side to us; we in vain tried to drive him away, and failing, were obliged to make a large circuit. The Gauchos in revenge determined to emasculate him and render him for the future harmless. It was very interesting to see how art completely mastered force. One lazo was thrown over his horns as he rushed at the horse, and another round his hind legs: in a minute the monster was stretched powerless on the ground. After the lazo has once been drawn tightly round the horns of a furious animal, it does not at first appear an easy thing to disengage it again without killing the beast: nor, I apprehend, would it be so if the man was by himself. By the aid, however, of a second person throwing his lazo so as to catch both hind legs, it is quickly managed: for the animal, as long as its hind legs are kept outstretched, is quite helpless, and the first man can with his hands loosen his lazo from the horns, and then quietly mount his horse; but the moment the second man, by backing ever so little, relaxes the strain, the lazo slips off the legs of the struggling beast, which then rises free, shakes himself, and vainly rushes at his antagonist.
During the night it rained, and the next day (17th) was really stormy, with a lot of hail and snow. We rode across the island to the narrow piece of land that connects the Rincon del Toro (the large peninsula at the southwest tip) to the rest of the island. Because so many cows have been killed, there is a large number of bulls roaming around. They often wander alone or in groups of two or three and can be quite aggressive. I've never seen such impressive animals; their huge heads and necks are as big as the Greek marble sculptures. Capt. Sulivan tells me that an average bull's hide weighs about forty-seven pounds, while a hide of that weight, when not fully dried, is considered very heavy in Monte Video. The young bulls usually run away for a short distance, but the older ones don’t move an inch unless they charge at people or horses, and many horses have been killed this way. An old bull crossed a muddy stream and stood on the opposite bank from us; we tried in vain to drive him away, so we had to make a big detour. The Gauchos decided to castrate him to make him harmless in the future. It was fascinating to see how skill overcame strength. One lasso was thrown over his horns as he charged at the horse, and another around his hind legs: within a minute, the beast was lying powerless on the ground. Once a lasso is tightly secured around a furious animal’s horns, it doesn’t seem easy to remove it without harming the animal, especially if a person is alone. However, with a second person throwing a lasso to catch both hind legs, it can be done quickly: as long as the bull's hind legs are kept stretched out, it is completely helpless. The first person can then loosen their lasso from the horns and quietly get back on their horse; but the moment the second person backs off even a bit and relaxes the tension, the lasso slips off the bull’s legs, allowing it to get back up, shake itself off, and futilely charge at its attacker.
During our whole ride we saw only one troop of wild horses. These animals, as well as the cattle, were introduced by the French in 1764, since which time both have greatly increased. It is a curious fact, that the horses have never left the eastern end of the island, although there is no natural boundary to prevent them from roaming, and that part of the island is not more tempting than the rest. The Gauchos whom I asked, though asserting this to be the case, were unable to account for it, except from the strong attachment which horses have to any locality to which they are accustomed. Considering that the island does not appear fully stocked, and that there are no beasts of prey, I was particularly curious to know what has checked their originally rapid increase. That in a limited island some check would sooner or later supervene, is inevitable; but why had the increase of the horse been checked sooner than that of the cattle? Capt. Sulivan has taken much pains for me in this inquiry. The Gauchos employed here attribute it chiefly to the stallions constantly roaming from place to place, and compelling the mares to accompany them, whether or not the young foals are able to follow. One Gaucho told Capt. Sulivan that he had watched a stallion for a whole hour, violently kicking and biting a mare till he forced her to leave her foal to its fate. Capt. Sulivan can so far corroborate this curious account, that he has several times found young foals dead, whereas he has never found a dead calf. Moreover, the dead bodies of full-grown horses are more frequently found, as if more subject to disease or accidents, than those of the cattle. From the softness of the ground their hoofs often grow irregularly to a great length, and this causes lameness. The predominant colours are roan and iron-grey. All the horses bred here, both tame and wild, are rather small-sized, though generally in good condition; and they have lost so much strength, that they are unfit to be used in taking wild cattle with the lazo: in consequence, it is necessary to go to the great expense of importing fresh horses from the Plata. At some future period the southern hemisphere probably will have its breed of Falkland ponies, as the northern has its Shetland breed.
During our entire journey, we only spotted one group of wild horses. These animals, along with the cattle, were brought over by the French in 1764, and since then, both have significantly increased in number. It's interesting that the horses have never ventured beyond the eastern end of the island, even though there's no natural barrier preventing them from roaming, and that part of the island isn't any more appealing than the others. The Gauchos I spoke to confirmed this, but they couldn't explain why, other than the strong attachment horses have to places they are familiar with. Considering the island doesn't seem fully populated and there are no predators, I was particularly curious about what has limited their initial rapid growth. It's inevitable that some limitations would arise on a small island, but why was the increase of horses stunted before that of cattle? Capt. Sulivan has put a lot of effort into this inquiry for me. The Gauchos here mainly attribute it to the stallions constantly wandering from place to place, forcing the mares to follow them regardless of whether their foals can keep up. One Gaucho told Capt. Sulivan that he watched a stallion for a full hour violently kick and bite a mare until he forced her to abandon her foal. Capt. Sulivan can confirm this odd story by saying he's found several dead young foals, while he’s never seen a dead calf. Furthermore, the bodies of adult horses are found more often than those of cattle, suggesting they are more prone to disease or accidents. The soft ground causes their hooves to grow irregularly long, leading to lameness. The dominant colors are roan and iron-grey. All the horses born here, both tame and wild, are relatively small, though generally in good shape; however, they have lost so much strength that they aren't fit for rounding up wild cattle with a lasso, which forces us to spend a lot on importing new horses from the Plata. At some point, the southern hemisphere will likely develop its own breed of Falkland ponies, just as the northern hemisphere has its Shetland breed.
The cattle, instead of having degenerated like the horses seem, as before remarked, to have increased in size; and they are much more numerous than the horses. Capt. Sulivan informs me that they vary much less in the general form of their bodies and in the shape of their horns than English cattle. In colour they differ much; and it is a remarkable circumstance, that in different parts of this one small island, different colours predominate. Round Mount Usborne, at a height of from 1000 to 1500 feet above the sea, about half of some of the herds are mouse or lead-coloured, a tint which is not common in other parts of the island. Near Port Pleasant dark brown prevails, whereas south of Choiseul Sound (which almost divides the island into two parts), white beasts with black heads and feet are the most common: in all parts black, and some spotted animals may be observed. Capt. Sulivan remarks, that the difference in the prevailing colours was so obvious, that in looking for the herds near Port Pleasant, they appeared from a long distance like black spots, whilst south of Choiseul Sound they appeared like white spots on the hill-sides. Capt. Sulivan thinks that the herds do not mingle; and it is a singular fact, that the mouse-coloured cattle, though living on the high land, calve about a month earlier in the season than the other coloured beasts on the lower land. It is interesting thus to find the once domesticated cattle breaking into three colours, of which some one colour would in all probability ultimately prevail over the others, if the herds were left undisturbed for the next several centuries.
The cattle, instead of declining like the horses seem to have done, as mentioned earlier, appear to have grown in size; and they are far more numerous than the horses. Capt. Sulivan tells me that they vary less in their overall body shape and horn structure than English cattle. The colors are quite different; interestingly, in various parts of this small island, different colors stand out. Around Mount Usborne, at an elevation of 1,000 to 1,500 feet above sea level, about half of some herds are mouse or lead-colored, a hue that isn't common in other areas of the island. Near Port Pleasant, dark brown is dominant, while south of Choiseul Sound (which nearly splits the island in two), white cattle with black heads and feet are most common; throughout, black and some spotted animals can also be seen. Capt. Sulivan notes that the difference in the main colors was so striking that when searching for herds near Port Pleasant, they appeared from a distance like black spots, while south of Choiseul Sound, they looked like white spots on the hillsides. Capt. Sulivan believes that the herds do not mix; and it’s a curious fact that the mouse-colored cattle, living in the highlands, give birth about a month earlier in the season than the other colored cattle in the lowlands. It's fascinating to see the once domesticated cattle diverging into three colors, and if left undisturbed for several centuries, it’s likely that one color would ultimately dominate the others.
The rabbit is another animal which has been introduced; and has succeeded very well; so that they abound over large parts of the island. Yet, like the horses, they are confined within certain limits; for they have not crossed the central chain of hills, nor would they have extended even so far as its base, if, as the Gauchos informed me, small colonies has not been carried there. I should not have supposed that these animals, natives of northern Africa, could have existed in a climate so humid as this, and which enjoys so little sunshine that even wheat ripens only occasionally. It is asserted that in Sweden, which any one would have thought a more favourable climate, the rabbit cannot live out of doors. The first few pairs, moreover, had here to content against pre-existing enemies, in the fox and some large hawks. The French naturalists have considered the black variety a distinct species, and called it Lepus Magellanicus. 95 They imagined that Magellan, when talking of an animal under the name of "conejos" in the Strait of Magellan, referred to this species; but he was alluding to a small cavy, which to this day is thus called by the Spaniards. The Gauchos laughed at the idea of the black kind being different from the grey, and they said that at all events it had not extended its range any further than the grey kind; that the two were never found separate; and that they readily bred together, and produced piebald offspring. Of the latter I now possess a specimen, and it is marked about the head differently from the French specific description. This circumstance shows how cautious naturalists should be in making species; for even Cuvier, on looking at the skull of one of these rabbits, thought it was probably distinct!
The rabbit is another animal that has been introduced and has thrived really well, to the point that they are plentiful in many areas of the island. However, like the horses, they are restricted to specific regions; they haven’t gone beyond the central mountain range, nor would they have even reached the foothills if, as the Gauchos told me, small groups hadn't been brought there. I wouldn’t have thought that these animals, which originally come from northern Africa, could survive in such a humid climate with so little sunshine that even wheat only occasionally matures. It's claimed that in Sweden, which one would think would be a more favorable climate, rabbits can't live outdoors. The initial pairs also had to compete with existing predators like foxes and large hawks. French naturalists have classified the black variety as a distinct species, naming it Lepus Magellanicus. They believed that when Magellan mentioned an animal called "conejos" in the Strait of Magellan, he was referring to this species, but he was actually talking about a small cavy, which is still called that by Spaniards today. The Gauchos laughed at the idea that the black variety was different from the gray one, insisting that it hadn’t expanded its range any further than the gray type, that the two were never found separately, and that they easily interbred and produced mixed offspring. I now have a specimen of the latter, and it's marked on the head differently from the French description of the species. This situation demonstrates how careful naturalists should be when defining species, as even Cuvier, upon examining the skull of one of these rabbits, initially thought it might be a different type!
The only quadruped native to the island 96; is a large wolf-like fox (Canis antarcticus), which is common to both East and West Falkland. I have no doubt it is a peculiar species, and confined to this archipelago; because many sealers, Gauchos, and Indians, who have visited these islands, all maintain that no such animal is found in any part of South America.
The only four-legged animal native to the island 96; is a large wolf-like fox (Canis antarcticus), which is found in both East and West Falkland. I’m sure it’s a unique species, exclusive to this archipelago, since many sealers, Gauchos, and Indigenous people who have visited these islands all claim that no such animal exists anywhere in South America.
Molina, from a similarity in habits, thought that this was the same with his "culpeu;" 97 but I have seen both, and they are quite distinct. These wolves are well known from Byron's account of their tameness and curiosity, which the sailors, who ran into the water to avoid them, mistook for fierceness. To this day their manners remain the same. They have been observed to enter a tent, and actually pull some meat from beneath the head of a sleeping seaman. The Gauchos also have frequently in the evening killed them, by holding out a piece of meat in one hand, and in the other a knife ready to stick them. As far as I am aware, there is no other instance in any part of the world, of so small a mass of broken land, distant from a continent, possessing so large an aboriginal quadruped peculiar to itself. Their numbers have rapidly decreased; they are already banished from that half of the island which lies to the eastward of the neck of land between St. Salvador Bay and Berkeley Sound. Within a very few years after these islands shall have become regularly settled, in all probability this for will be classed with the dodo, as an animal which has perished from the face of the earth.
Molina, noticing a similarity in habits, assumed that this was the same as his "culpeu;" 97 but I have seen both, and they are quite different. These wolves are well known from Byron's description of their tameness and curiosity, which the sailors, who ran into the water to avoid them, misunderstood as fierceness. Even today, their behavior remains unchanged. They have been seen entering a tent and actually stealing meat from under the head of a sleeping sailor. The Gauchos have also frequently killed them in the evening by holding out a piece of meat in one hand and a knife ready to stab them in the other. As far as I know, there is no other case anywhere in the world of such a small area of broken land, far from a continent, having such a large native mammal unique to it. Their numbers have quickly declined; they have already disappeared from the eastern half of the island, which lies to the east of the land between St. Salvador Bay and Berkeley Sound. Within just a few years after these islands become regularly settled, it's likely this species will be listed alongside the dodo as an animal that has vanished from the earth.
At night (17th) we slept on the neck of land at the head of Choiseul Sound, which forms the south-west peninsula. The valley was pretty well sheltered from the cold wind, but there was very little brushwood for fuel. The Gauchos, however, soon found what, to my great surprise, made nearly as hot a fire as coals; this was the skeleton of a bullock lately killed, from which the flesh had been picked by the carrion-hawks. They told me that in winter they often killed a beast, cleaned the flesh from the bones with their knives, and then with these same bones roasted the meat for their suppers.
At night (17th), we slept on the piece of land at the head of Choiseul Sound, which makes up the southwest peninsula. The valley was pretty sheltered from the cold wind, but there was very little brushwood for fuel. The Gauchos, however, quickly discovered something that, to my surprise, created a fire almost as hot as coals; this was the skeleton of a bull that had been recently killed, from which the carrion-hawks had picked off the flesh. They told me that in winter, they often killed an animal, scraped the flesh off the bones with their knives, and then used those same bones to roast the meat for their dinners.
18th.—It rained during nearly the whole day. At night we managed, however, with our saddle-cloths to keep ourselves pretty well dry and warm; but the ground on which we slept was on each occasion nearly in the state of a bog, and there was not a dry spot to sit down on after our day's ride. I have in another part stated how singular it is that there should be absolutely no trees on these islands, although Tierra del Fuego is covered by one large forest. The largest bush in the island (belonging to the family of Compositae) is scarcely so tall as our gorse. The best fuel is afforded by a green little bush about the size of common heath, which has the useful property of burning while fresh and green. It was very surprising to see the Gauchos, in the midst of rain and everything soaking wet, with nothing more than a tinder-box and a piece of rag, immediately make a fire. They sought beneath the tufts of grass and bushel for a few dry twigs, and these they rubbed into fibres; then surrounding them with coarser twigs, something like a bird's nest, they put the rag with its spark of fire in the middle and covered it up. The nest being then held up to the wind, by degrees it smoked more and more, and at last burst out in flames. I do not think any other method would have had a chance of succeeding with such damp materials.
18th.—It rained almost all day. At night, we managed to stay pretty dry and warm with our saddle cloths; however, the ground we slept on was almost always like a bog, and there wasn’t a dry spot to sit on after our ride. I mentioned earlier how strange it is that there are absolutely no trees on these islands, even though Tierra del Fuego has one large forest. The largest bush on the island (from the Compositae family) is barely taller than our gorse. The best fuel comes from a small green bush, about the size of common heath, which conveniently burns even when fresh and green. It was quite surprising to see the Gauchos, in the pouring rain and everything soaking wet, make a fire with just a tinder box and a piece of rag. They searched under the tufts of grass and bush for a few dry twigs, rubbed them down into fibers, and then surrounded them with thicker twigs, kind of like a bird's nest. They placed the rag with the spark of fire in the middle and covered it up. Once the nest was held up to the wind, it gradually smoked more and more, and eventually caught fire. I don’t think any other method would have stood a chance with such damp materials.
19th.—Each morning, from not having ridden for some time previously, I was very stiff. I was surprised to hear the Gauchos, who have from infancy almost lived on horseback, say that, under similar circumstances, they always suffer. St. Jago told me, that having been confined for three months by illness, he went out hunting wild cattle, and in consequence, for the next two days, his thighs were so stiff that he was obliged to lie in bed. This shows that the Gauchos, although they do not appear to do so, yet really must exert much muscular effort in riding. The hunting wild cattle, in a country so difficult to pass as this is on account of the swampy ground, must be very hard work. The Gauchos say they often pass at full speed over ground which would be impassable at a slower pace; in the same manner as a man is able to skate over thin ice. When hunting, the party endeavours to get as close as possible to the herd without being discovered. Each man carries four or five pair of the bolas; these he throws one after the other at as many cattle, which, when once entangled, are left for some days till they become a little exhausted by hunger and struggling. They are then let free and driven towards a small herd of tame animals, which have been brought to the spot on purpose. From their previous treatment, being too much terrified to leave the herd, they are easily driven, if their strength last out, to the settlement.
19th.—Each morning, since I hadn't ridden in a while, I felt really stiff. I was surprised to hear the Gauchos, who have practically lived on horseback since childhood, say that they always feel the same way under similar circumstances. St. Jago told me that after being sidelined by illness for three months, he went out hunting wild cattle, and as a result, he was so sore for the next two days that he had to stay in bed. This shows that even though the Gauchos seem like they’re fine, they must actually put in a lot of physical effort when riding. Hunting wild cattle in such a challenging landscape, made difficult by the swampy ground, must be really tough. The Gauchos say they often move at full speed over terrain that would be impossible to traverse at a slower pace, just like a person can skate over thin ice. When hunting, the team tries to get as close as possible to the herd without being seen. Each person carries four or five pairs of bolas, which they throw one after another at several cattle. Once the cattle are tangled, they're left for a few days until they become a bit exhausted from hunger and struggling. They're then released and guided toward a small herd of tame animals that have been brought to the spot for this purpose. Because of their prior treatment, the wild cattle are usually too scared to leave the herd and can be easily driven, as long as they have enough strength, to the settlement.
The weather continued so very bad that we determine to make a push, and try to reach the vessel before night. From the quantity of rain which had fallen, the surface of the whole country was swampy. I suppose my horse fell at least a dozen times, and sometimes the whole six horses were floundering in the mud together. All the little streams are bordered by soft peat, which makes it very difficult for the horses to leap them without falling. To complete our discomforts we were obliged to cross the head of a creek of the sea, in which the water was as high as our horses' backs; and the little waves, owing to the violence of the wind, broke over us, and made us very wet and cold. Even the iron-framed Gauchos professed themselves glad when they reached the settlement, after our little excursion.
The weather was so terrible that we decided to make an effort and try to reach the ship before nightfall. The amount of rain that had fallen left the entire area swampy. I think my horse fell at least a dozen times, and sometimes all six horses were struggling in the mud together. Every little stream was lined with soft peat, which made it really tough for the horses to jump over them without falling. To add to our discomfort, we had to cross the mouth of a creek from the sea, where the water was as high as our horses' backs; the little waves, due to the strong wind, crashed over us, making us very wet and cold. Even the iron-framed Gauchos said they were relieved when we finally reached the settlement after our little adventure.
The geological structure of these islands is in most respects simple. The lower country consists of clay-slate and sandstone, containing fossils, very closely related to, but not identical with, those found in the Silurian formations of Europe; the hills are formed of white granular quartz rock. The strata of the latter are frequently arched with perfect symmetry, and the appearance of some of the masses is in consequence most singular. Pernety 98 has devoted several pages to the description of a Hill of Ruins, the successive strata of which he has justly compared to the seats of an amphitheatre. The quartz rock must have been quite pasty when it underwent such remarkable flexures without being shattered into fragments. As the quartz insensibly passes into the sandstone, it seems probable that the former owes its origin to the sandstone having been heated to such a degree that it became viscid, and upon cooling crystallized. While in the soft state it must have been pushed up through the overlying beds.
The geological structure of these islands is mostly straightforward. The lower terrain consists of clay-slate and sandstone, which contains fossils that are very similar to, but not the same as, those found in the Silurian formations of Europe; the hills are made up of white granular quartz rock. The layers of the quartz rock are often arched with perfect symmetry, giving some of the formations a very unique appearance. Pernety 98 has dedicated several pages to describing a Hill of Ruins, comparing its successive layers to the seats of an amphitheater. The quartz rock must have been quite soft when it experienced such remarkable bending without breaking apart. As the quartz gradually transitions into sandstone, it seems likely that the quartz originated from the sandstone being heated to the point of becoming viscous, and upon cooling, it crystallized. While in this soft state, it must have been pushed up through the layers above it.
In many parts of the island the bottoms of the valleys are covered in an extraordinary manner by myriads of great loose angular fragments of the quartz rock, forming "streams of stones." These have been mentioned with surprise by every voyager since the time of Pernety. The blocks are not water-worn, their angles being only a little blunted; they vary in size from one or two feet in diameter to ten, or even more than twenty times as much. They are not thrown together into irregular piles, but are spread out into level sheets or great streams. It is not possible to ascertain their thickness, but the water of small streamlets can be heard trickling through the stones many feet below the surface. The actual depth is probably great, because the crevices between the lower fragments must long ago have been filled up with sand. The width of these sheets of stones varied from a few hundred feet to a mile; but the peaty soil daily encroaches on the borders, and even forms islets wherever a few fragments happen to lie close together. In a valley south of Berkeley Sound, which some of our party called the "great valley of fragments," it was necessary to cross an uninterrupted band half a mile wide, by jumping from one pointed stone to another. So large were the fragments, that being overtaken by a shower of rain, I readily found shelter beneath one of them.
In many areas of the island, the valley floors are covered in an amazing way by countless large, loose, angular pieces of quartz rock, creating what are called "streams of stones." Every traveler since Pernety has expressed surprise at these formations. The blocks are not worn down by water; their edges are only slightly rounded. They range in size from one or two feet in diameter to ten or even more than twenty times that. They're not just jumbled together in piles, but spread out into flat sheets or large streams. It's impossible to determine their thickness, but you can hear the water of small streams trickling through the stones several feet below the surface. The actual depth is likely substantial, since the gaps between the lower pieces must have long ago filled with sand. The width of these stone sheets varies from a few hundred feet to a mile; however, the peaty soil is gradually encroaching on the edges, even forming small islands wherever a few pieces are close together. In a valley south of Berkeley Sound, which some in our group referred to as the "great valley of fragments," we had to cross an unbroken band half a mile wide by jumping from one pointed stone to another. The pieces were so large that when a rain shower hit, I easily found shelter under one of them.
Their little inclination is the most remarkable circumstance in these "streams of stones." On the hill-sides I have seen them sloping at an angle of ten degrees with the horizon; but in some of the level, broad-bottomed valleys, the inclination is only just sufficient to be clearly perceived. On so rugged a surface there was no means of measuring the angle, but to give a common illustration, I may say that the slope would not have checked the speed of an English mail-coach. In some places, a continuous stream of these fragments followed up the course of a valley, and even extended to the very crest of the hill. On these crests huge masses, exceeding in dimensions any small building, seemed to stand arrested in their headlong course: there, also, the curved strata of the archways lay piled on each other, like the ruins of some vast and ancient cathedral. In endeavouring to describe these scenes of violence one is tempted to pass from one simile to another. We may imagine that streams of white lava had flowed from many parts of the mountains into the lower country, and that when solidified they had been rent by some enormous convulsion into myriads of fragments. The expression "streams of stones," which immediately occurred to every one, conveys the same idea. These scenes are on the spot rendered more striking by the contrast of the low rounded forms of the neighbouring hills.
Their slight tilt is the most striking feature of these "streams of stones." On the hillsides, I’ve seen them sloping at an angle of ten degrees with the horizon; however, in some of the flat, broad-bottomed valleys, the incline is barely noticeable. On such a rugged surface, there was no way to measure the angle, but to give a common illustration, I can say that the slope wouldn't have slowed down an English mail coach. In some places, a continuous flow of these fragments followed the course of a valley, extending all the way to the top of the hill. At these crests, massive blocks, larger than any small building, seemed to have stalled in their rapid descent: there, the curved layers of the archways were stacked on each other, like the ruins of some vast and ancient cathedral. When trying to describe these scenes of chaos, one is tempted to shift from one metaphor to another. We might picture streams of white lava flowing from various parts of the mountains into the lower lands, which, after solidifying, were shattered by some enormous upheaval into countless fragments. The phrase "streams of stones," which comes to mind for everyone, conveys the same idea. These scenes are made even more striking by the contrast with the low, rounded shapes of the nearby hills.
I was interested by finding on the highest peak of one range (about 700 feet above the sea) a great arched fragment, lying on its convex side, or back downwards. Must we believe that it was fairly pitched up in the air, and thus turned? Or, with more probability, that there existed formerly a part of the same range more elevated than the point on which this monument of a great convulsion of nature now lies. As the fragments in the valleys are neither rounded nor the crevices filled up with sand, we must infer that the period of violence was subsequent to the land having been raised above the waters of the sea. In a transverse section within these valleys, the bottom is nearly level, or rises but very little towards either side. Hence the fragments appear to have travelled from the head of the valley; but in reality it seems more probable that they have been hurled down from the nearest slopes; and that since, by a vibratory movement of overwhelming force, 99 the fragments have been levelled into one continuous sheet. If during the earthquake 910 which in 1835 overthrew Concepcion, in Chile, it was thought wonderful that small bodies should have been pitched a few inches from the ground, what must we say to a movement which has caused fragments many tons in weight, to move onwards like so much sand on a vibrating board, and find their level? I have seen, in the Cordillera of the Andes, the evident marks where stupendous mountains have been broken into pieces like so much thin crust, and the strata thrown of their vertical edges; but never did any scene, like these "streams of stones," so forcibly convey to my mind the idea of a convulsion, of which in historical records we might in vain seek for any counterpart: yet the progress of knowledge will probably some day give a simple explanation of this phenomenon, as it already has of the so long-thought inexplicable transportal of the erratic boulders, which are strewed over the plains of Europe.
I was intrigued to find a large arched fragment on the highest peak of a range (about 700 feet above sea level), lying on its curved side, or back downwards. Should we believe it was thrown high into the air and ended up like this? Or, more likely, that there was once a part of the same range that was higher than where this remnant of a major natural upheaval currently rests? Since the fragments in the valleys are neither rounded nor filled with sand, we can conclude that this period of upheaval happened after the land had been raised above the ocean. In a cross-section of these valleys, the floor is almost flat, or only slightly rises toward either side. Therefore, it seems the fragments traveled from the valley's head; but it’s more likely they were thrown down from the closest slopes, and that, through a powerful shaking movement, 99 the fragments have been flattened into a continuous sheet. If during the earthquake 910 that destroyed Concepcion in Chile in 1835, it was considered remarkable that small objects could be thrown just a few inches off the ground, what can we say about a movement that caused fragments weighing tons to shift like sand on a vibrating board and find their level? I have seen, in the Andes, clear signs where massive mountains have been shattered like thin crust and the layers have been turned on their vertical edges; but I have never witnessed a scene like these "streams of stones" that so powerfully conveyed the concept of a convulsion for which we could find no comparable event in historical records. However, as knowledge continues to advance, it will likely one day provide a straightforward explanation for this phenomenon, much like it has for the long-mysterious transport of erratic boulders scattered across the plains of Europe.
I have little to remark on the zoology of these islands. have before described the carrion-vulture of Polyborus. There are some other hawks, owls, and a few small land-birds. The water-fowl are particularly numerous, and they must formerly, from the accounts of the old navigators, have been much more so. One day I observed a cormorant playing with a fish which it had caught. Eight times successively the bird let its prey go, then dived after it, and although in deep water, brought it each time to the surface. In the Zoological Gardens I have seen the otter treat a fish in the same manner, much as a cat does a mouse: I do not know of any other instance where dame Nature appears so wilfully cruel. Another day, having placed myself between a penguin (Aptenodytes demersa) and the water, I was much amused by watching its habits. It was a brave bird; and till reaching the sea, it regularly fought and drove me backwards. Nothing less than heavy blows would have stopped him; every inch he gained he firmly kept, standing close before me erect and determined. When thus opposed he continually rolled his head from side to side, in a very odd manner, as if the power of distinct vision lay only in the anterior and basal part of each eye. This bird is commonly called the jackass penguin, from its habit, while on shore, of throwing its head backwards, and making a loud strange noise, very like the braying of an ass; but while at sea, and undisturbed, its note is very deep and solemn, and is often heard in the night-time. In diving, its little wings are used as fins; but on the land, as front legs. When crawling, it may be said on four legs, through the tussocks or on the side of a grassy cliff, it moves so very quickly that it might easily be mistaken for a quadruped. When at sea and fishing, it comes to the surface for the purpose of breathing with such a spring, and dives again so instantaneously, that I defy any one at first sight to be sure that it was not a fish leaping for sport.
I don’t have much to say about the wildlife of these islands. I’ve already talked about the carrion vulture of Polyborus. There are some other hawks, owls, and a few small land birds. The waterfowl are particularly abundant, and according to old sailors' accounts, they must have been even more numerous in the past. One day, I saw a cormorant playing with a fish it had caught. Eight times in a row, the bird let the fish go, then dove after it, and even though it was in deep water, it brought it back to the surface each time. At the zoo, I’ve seen otters do the same thing with fish, much like a cat does with a mouse; I don't know of any other example where nature seems so cruel. Another day, I positioned myself between a penguin (Aptenodytes demersa) and the water, and I was quite entertained watching its behavior. It was a brave bird; all the way to the sea, it consistently pushed me back, as if it was determined to get through. It would have taken heavy blows to stop it; every inch it gained, it held tightly, standing confidently before me. When faced with me, it kept rolling its head from side to side in a strange way, almost as if the ability to see clearly lay only in the front and back parts of each eye. This bird is commonly known as the jackass penguin because, while on land, it throws its head back and makes a loud, strange noise that sounds a lot like a donkey braying. But when it’s at sea and undisturbed, its call is very deep and solemn, often heard at night. When diving, it uses its small wings like fins; but on land, it uses them like front legs. When it crawls, it can be seen moving on all fours through the tussocks or up the side of a grassy cliff so quickly that it could easily be mistaken for a four-legged animal. While fishing at sea, it surfaces to breathe with such a leap and dives back down so quickly that upon first glance, it’s hard to tell that it wasn’t just a fish jumping for fun.
Two kinds of geese frequent the Falklands. The upland species (Anas Magellanica) is common, in pairs and in small flocks, throughout the island. They do not migrate, but build on the small outlying islets. This is supposed to be from fear of the foxes: and it is perhaps from the same cause that these birds, though very tame by day, are shy and wild in the dusk of the evening. They live entirely on vegetable matter.
Two types of geese are commonly found in the Falklands. The upland species (Anas Magellanica) is prevalent, seen in pairs and small groups across the island. They don’t migrate but nest on the small surrounding islets. This behavior is thought to be due to the presence of foxes; it might also explain why these birds, while quite tame during the day, become skittish and wild at dusk. They feed exclusively on plant material.
The rock-goose, so called from living exclusively on the sea-beach (Anas antarctica), is common both here and on the west coast of America, as far north as Chile. In the deep and retired channels of Tierra del Fuego, the snow-white gander, invariably accompanied by his darker consort, and standing close by each other on some distant rocky point, is a common feature in the landscape.
The rock-goose, named for its exclusive habitat along the sea-beach (Anas antarctica), is commonly found here and along the west coast of America, all the way up to Chile. In the deep, secluded channels of Tierra del Fuego, the striking white gander, always accompanied by his darker partner, is a frequent sight, standing close together on a distant rocky point, adding a distinctive touch to the landscape.
In these islands a great loggerheaded duck or goose (Anas brachyptera), which sometimes weighs twenty-two pounds, is very abundant. These birds were in former days called, from their extraordinary manner of paddling and splashing upon the water, race-horses; but now they are named, much more appropriately, steamers. Their wings are too small and weak to allow of flight, but by their aid, partly swimming and partly flapping the surface of the water, they move very quickly. The manner is something like that by which the common house-duck escapes when pursued by a dog; but I am nearly sure that the steamer moves its wings alternately, instead of both together, as in other birds. These clumsy, loggerheaded ducks make such a noise and splashing, that the effect is exceedingly curious.
In these islands, a large loggerheaded duck or goose (Anas brachyptera), which sometimes weighs up to twenty-two pounds, is quite common. In the past, these birds were called race-horses because of their unique way of paddling and splashing in the water, but now they’re more accurately referred to as steamers. Their wings are too small and weak for flight, but they use them to swim and flap the water's surface, allowing them to move quickly. This method is similar to how a regular house-duck escapes a dog; however, I’m pretty sure that steamers move their wings alternately, unlike other birds that flap them together. These awkward, loggerheaded ducks create such a loud commotion and splashing that it’s incredibly fascinating.
Thus we find in South America three birds which use their wings for other purposes besides flight; the penguins as fins, the steamer as paddles, and the ostrich as sails: and the Apteryz of New Zealand, as well as its gigantic extinct prototype the Deinornis, possess only rudimentary representatives of wings. The steamer is able to dive only to a very short distance. It feeds entirely on shell-fish from the kelp and tidal rocks: hence the beak and head, for the purpose of breaking them, are surprisingly heavy and strong: the head is so strong that I have scarcely been able to fracture it with my geological hammer; and all our sportsmen soon discovered how tenacious these birds were of life. When in the evening pluming themselves in a flock, they make the same odd mixture of sounds which bull-frogs do within the tropics.
Thus, in South America, we have three birds that use their wings for purposes other than flying: penguins use theirs like fins, the steamer uses them as paddles, and the ostrich uses theirs like sails. The Kiwi from New Zealand, along with its gigantic extinct relative, the Moa, only has rudimentary wing structures. The steamer can only dive for a short distance and eats shellfish found on kelp and tidal rocks, which is why its beak and head are surprisingly heavy and strong for breaking them. The head is so strong that I've hardly been able to break it with my geological hammer, and all our hunters soon learned how resilient these birds are. When they groom themselves together in the evening, they make a strange mix of sounds similar to bullfrogs in tropical areas.
In Tierra del Fuego, as well as in the Falkland Islands, made many observations on the lower marine animals, 911 but they are of little general interest. I will mention only one class of facts, relating to certain zoophytes in the more highly organized division of that class. Several genera (Flustra, Eschara, Cellaria, Crisia, and others) agree in having singular moveable organs (like those of Flustra avicularia, found in the European seas) attached to their cells. The organ, in the greater number of cases, very closely resembles the head of a vulture; but the lower mandible can be opened much wider than in a real bird's beak. The head itself possessed considerable powers of movement, by means of a short neck. In one zoophyte the head itself was fixed, but the lower jaw free: in another it was replaced by a triangular hood, with beautifully-fitted trap-door, which evidently answered to the lower mandible. In the greater number of species, each cell was provided with one head, but in others each cell had two.
In Tierra del Fuego and the Falkland Islands, I made many observations on lower marine animals, 911 but they aren't very interesting overall. I'll mention just one type of fact, related to certain zoophytes in a more advanced part of that class. Several genera (Flustra, Eschara, Cellaria, Crisia, and others) have unique movable structures (like those of Flustra avicularia found in European seas) attached to their cells. In most cases, these structures closely resemble a vulture's head, but the lower jaw can open much wider than a real bird's beak. The head itself has considerable movement thanks to a short neck. In one zoophyte, the head was fixed, but the lower jaw was free; in another, it was replaced by a triangular hood with a well-fitted trapdoor, which clearly served the purpose of the lower jaw. In most species, each cell had one head, but in others, each cell had two.
The young cells at the end of the branches of these corallines contain quite immature polypi, yet the vulture-head attached to them, though small, are in every respect perfect When the polypus was removed by a needle from any of the cells, these organs did not appear in the least affected. When one of the vulture-like heads was cut off from the cell, the lower mandible retained its power of opening and closing. Perhaps the most singular part of their structure is, that when there were more than two rows of cells on a branch, the central cells were furnished with these appendages, of only one-fourth the size of the outside ones. Their movements varied according to the species; but in some I never saw the least motion; while others, with the lower mandible generally wide open, oscillated backwards and forwards at the rate of about five seconds each turn, others moved rapidly and by starts. When touched with a needle, the beak generally seized the point so firmly, that the whole branch might be shaken.
The young cells at the tips of these coral branches contain quite underdeveloped polyps, yet the vulture-like heads attached to them, although small, are perfect in every way. When the polyp was removed with a needle from any of the cells, these structures didn’t seem affected at all. When one of the vulture-like heads was cut off from the cell, the lower jaw continued to open and close. Perhaps the most unusual aspect of their structure is that when there were more than two rows of cells on a branch, the central cells had these appendages that were only one-fourth the size of the outer ones. Their movements varied by species; for some, I never saw any motion at all, while others, with the lower jaw usually wide open, moved back and forth at a rate of about five seconds per turn, and some moved quickly and in bursts. When touched with a needle, the beak would often grip the point so tightly that the whole branch could be shaken.
These bodies have no relation whatever with the production of the eggs or gemmules, as they are formed before the young polypi appear in the cells at the end of the growing branches; as they move independently of the polypi, and do not appear to be in any way connected with them; and as they differ in size on the outer and inner rows of cells, I have little doubt, that in their functions, they are related rather to the horny axis of the branches than to the polypi in the cells. The fleshy appendage at the lower extremity of the sea-pen (described at Bahia Blanca) also forms part of the zoophyte, as a whole, in the same manner as the roots of a tree form part of the whole tree, and not of the individual leaf or flower-buds.
These bodies have no connection whatsoever to the production of eggs or gemmules, as they develop before the young polyps appear in the cells at the ends of the growing branches. They move independently of the polyps and don't seem to be connected to them in any way. Since they vary in size between the outer and inner rows of cells, I have little doubt that their functions relate more to the sturdy core of the branches than to the polyps in the cells. The fleshy appendage at the lower end of the sea-pen (described at Bahia Blanca) is also part of the zoophyte as a whole, just like the roots of a tree are part of the entire tree, not just the individual leaf or flower buds.
In another elegant little coralline (Crisia?), each cell was furnished with a long-toothed bristle, which had the power of moving quickly. Each of these bristles and each of the vulture-like heads generally moved quite independently of the others, but sometimes all on both sides of a branch, sometimes only those on one side, moved together coinstantaneously, sometimes each moved in regular order one after another. In these actions we apparently behold as perfect a transmission of will in the zoophyte, though composed of thousands of distinct polypi, as in any single animal. The case, indeed, is not different from that of the sea-pens, which, when touched, drew themselves into the sand on the coast of Bahia Blanca. I will state one other instance of uniform action, though of a very different nature, in a zoophyte closely allied to Clytia, and therefore very simply organized. Having kept a large tuft of it in a basin of salt-water, when it was dark I found that as often as I rubbed any part of a branch, the whole became strongly phosphorescent with a green light: I do not think I ever saw any object more beautifully so. But the remarkable circumstance was, that the flashes of light always proceeded up the branches, from the base towards the extremities.
In another stylish little coral-like organism (Crisia?), each cell had a long-toothed bristle that could move quickly. Each of these bristles and the vulture-like heads generally moved independently from one another, but sometimes all on both sides of a branch moved together, sometimes only those on one side moved at the same time, and sometimes each moved in an organized sequence one after the other. In these movements, we clearly see a coordinated response in the zoophyte, even though it’s made up of thousands of separate polyps, just like in any single animal. This situation is similar to that of sea pens, which, when touched, pull themselves into the sand along the coast of Bahia Blanca. I'll mention one more example of coordinated action, though it’s quite different, in a zoophyte closely related to Clytia, which is very simply structured. After keeping a large tuft of it in a basin of salt water, I discovered that when it got dark, any time I rubbed a part of a branch, the whole thing glowed brightly with a green light. I’ve never seen anything more beautifully illuminated than that. But what was really striking was that the flashes of light always moved up the branches, from the base to the tips.
The examination of these compound animals was always very interesting to me. What can be more remarkable that to see a plant-like body producing an egg, capable of swimming about and of choosing a proper place to adhere to, which then sprouts into branches, each crowded with innumerable distinct animals, often of complicated organizations. The branches, moreover, as we have just seen, sometimes possess organs capable of movement and independent of the polypi. Surprising as this union of separate individuals in common stock must always appear, every tree displays the same fact, for buds must be considered as individual plants. It is, however, natural to consider a polypus, furnished with a mouth, intestines, and other organs, as a distinct individual, whereas the individuality of a leaf-bud is not easily realised, so that the union of separate individuals in a common body is more striking in a coralline than in a tree. Our conception of a compound animal, where in some respects the individuality of each is not completed, may be aided, by reflecting on the production of two distinct creatures by bisecting a single one with a knife, or where Nature herself performs the task of bisection. We may consider the polypi in a zoophyte, or the buds in a tree, as cases where the division of the individual has not been completely effected. Certainly in the case of trees, and judging from analogy in that of corallines, the individuals propagated by buds seem more intimately related to each other, than eggs or seeds are to their parents. It seems now pretty well established that plants propagated by buds all partake of a common duration of life; and it is familiar to every one, what singular and numerous peculiarities are transmitted with certainty, by buds, layers, and grafts, which by seminal propagation never or only casually reappear.
The study of these compound animals has always fascinated me. What could be more striking than observing a plant-like body producing an egg that can swim around and choose a suitable spot to attach itself, which then grows into branches, each filled with countless distinct animals, often with complex structures? Moreover, as we’ve just seen, the branches sometimes have organs that can move independently of the polyps. Although the merging of separate individuals into a single entity is always surprising, every tree shows this same fact, as buds must be considered individual plants. However, it’s natural to view a polyp, with its mouth, intestines, and other organs, as a distinct individual, while the individuality of a leaf bud is not as easily recognized, making the collective nature of separate individuals in a shared body more noticeable in corals than in trees. Our understanding of a compound animal, where the individuality of each part isn’t fully realized, can be helped by considering how two distinct creatures can arise from cutting a single one in half, or when Nature herself does the dividing. We can think of the polyps in a zoophyte or the buds on a tree as examples where the individual separation hasn’t been fully achieved. Certainly, in trees, and likely in corals too, the individuals that come from buds appear to be more closely related to one another than eggs or seeds are to their parents. It now seems well-established that plants grown from buds share a common lifespan; and it’s well known how certain unique characteristics are reliably passed down through buds, layers, and grafts, while they rarely or only occasionally appear through seed propagation.
CHAPTER X — TIERRA DEL FUEGO
Tierra del Fuego, first arrival—Good Success Bay—An Account of the Fuegians on board—Interview With the Savages—Scenery of the Forests—Cape Horn—Wigwam Cove—Miserable Condition of the Savages—Famines—Cannibals—Matricide—Religious Feelings—Great Gale—Beagle Channel—Ponsonby Sound—Build Wigwams and settle the Fuegians—Bifurcation of the Beagle Channel—Glaciers—Return to the Ship—Second Visit in the Ship to the Settlement—Equality of Condition amongst the Natives.
Tierra del Fuego, initial arrival—Good Success Bay—A Description of the Fuegians on board—Meeting the Indigenous People—Scenery of the Forests—Cape Horn—Wigwam Cove—Terrible Situation of the Indigenous People—Famine—Cannibalism—Maternal Murder—Spiritual Beliefs—Severe Storm—Beagle Channel—Ponsonby Sound—Construct Wigwams and settle with the Fuegians—Fork in the Beagle Channel—Glaciers—Return to the Ship—Second Visit by Ship to the Settlement—Equality of Conditions among the Natives.
DECEMBER 17th, 1832.—Having now finished with Patagonia and the Falkland Islands, I will describe our first arrival in Tierra del Fuego. A little after noon we doubled Cape St. Diego, and entered the famous strait of Le Maire. We kept close to the Fuegian shore, but the outline of the rugged, inhospitable Statenland was visible amidst the clouds. In the afternoon we anchored in the Bay of Good Success. While entering we were saluted in a manner becoming the inhabitants of this savage land. A group of Fuegians partly concealed by the entangled forest, were perched on a wild point overhanging the sea; and as we passed by, they sprang up and waving their tattered cloaks sent forth a loud and sonorous shout. The savages followed the ship, and just before dark we saw their fire, and again heard their wild cry. The harbour consists of a fine piece of water half surrounded by low rounded mountains of clay-slate, which are covered to the water's edge by one dense gloomy forest. A single glance at the landscape was sufficient to show me how widely different it was from anything I had ever beheld. At night it blew a gale of wind, and heavy squalls from the mountains swept past us. It would have been a bad time out at sea, and we, as well as others, may call this Good Success Bay.
DECEMBER 17th, 1832.—Having wrapped up our time in Patagonia and the Falkland Islands, I’ll now share our first arrival in Tierra del Fuego. Shortly after noon, we rounded Cape St. Diego and entered the famous Le Maire Strait. We stayed close to the Fuegian shore, but the rough, unwelcoming Statenland was visible through the clouds. In the afternoon, we anchored in the Bay of Good Success. As we entered, we were greeted in a way fitting for the inhabitants of this wild land. A group of Fuegians, partly hidden by the tangled forest, stood on a rugged point overlooking the sea; as we passed, they jumped up, waved their tattered cloaks, and let out a loud, echoing shout. The locals followed our ship, and just before nightfall, we saw their fire and heard their wild cries again. The harbor is a beautiful stretch of water, mostly surrounded by low, rounded clay-slate mountains, which are cloaked in a thick, dark forest down to the water’s edge. A single look at the landscape revealed how drastically different it was from anything I had ever seen before. At night, a strong wind picked up, and heavy squalls from the mountains swept past us. It would have been a rough time out at sea, and we, like others, can call this Good Success Bay.
In the morning the Captain sent a party to communicate with the Fuegians. When we came within hail, one of the four natives who were present advanced to receive us, and began to shout most vehemently, wishing to direct us where to land. When we were on shore the party looked rather alarmed, but continued talking and making gestures with great rapidity. It was without exception the most curious and interesting spectacle I ever beheld: I could not have believed how wide was the difference between savage and civilized man: it is greater than between a wild and domesticated animal, inasmuch as in man there is a greater power of improvement. The chief spokesman was old, and appeared to be the head of the family; the three others were powerful young men, about six feet high. The women and children had been sent away. These Fuegians are a very different race from the stunted, miserable wretches farther westward; and they seem closely allied to the famous Patagonians of the Strait of Magellan. Their only garment consists of a mantle made of guanaco skin, with the wool outside: this they wear just thrown over their shoulders, leaving their persons as often exposed as covered. Their skin is of a dirty coppery-red colour.
In the morning, the Captain sent a group to make contact with the Fuegians. When we got close enough to call out, one of the four natives who were there came forward to greet us and began to shout loudly, trying to guide us on where to land. Once we were on shore, the group looked a bit nervous, but they kept talking and gesturing quickly. It was by far the most fascinating and intriguing sight I’ve ever seen: I couldn’t have imagined how vast the difference is between savage and civilized people; it’s greater than the difference between a wild and a domesticated animal, since humans have a greater capacity for improvement. The main speaker was older and seemed to be the leader of the group; the other three were strong young men, about six feet tall. The women and children had been sent away. These Fuegians are very different from the short, miserable people further west; they appear to be closely related to the renowned Patagonians of the Strait of Magellan. Their only clothing consists of a cloak made of guanaco skin, worn with the fur side out. They simply throw it over their shoulders, leaving their bodies mostly exposed. Their skin has a dirty coppery-red tone.
The old man had a fillet of white feathers tied round his head, which partly confined his black, coarse, and entangled hair. His face was crossed by two broad transverse bars; one, painted bright red, reached from ear to ear and included the upper lip; the other, white like chalk, extended above and parallel to the first, so that even his eyelids were thus coloured. The other two men were ornamented by streaks of black powder, made of charcoal. The party altogether closely resembled the devils which come on the stage in plays like Der Freischutz.
The old man had a band of white feathers tied around his head, which partially held back his black, rough, and tangled hair. His face had two broad stripes across it; one, painted bright red, stretched from ear to ear and covered his upper lip; the other, white like chalk, ran above and parallel to the first, coloring even his eyelids. The other two men were decorated with streaks of black powder made from charcoal. The whole group looked a lot like the devils that appear on stage in plays like Der Freischutz.
Their very attitudes were abject, and the expression of their countenances distrustful, surprised, and startled. After we had presented them with some scarlet cloth, which they immediately tied round their necks, they became good friends. This was shown by the old man patting our breasts, and making a chuckling kind of noise, as people do when feeding chickens. I walked with the old man, and this demonstration of friendship was repeated several times; it was concluded by three hard slaps, which were given me on the breast and back at the same time. He then bared his bosom for me to return the compliment, which being done, he seemed highly pleased. The language of these people, according to our notions, scarcely deserves to be called articulate. Captain Cook has compared it to a man clearing his throat, but certainly no European ever cleared his throat with so many hoarse, guttural, and clicking sounds.
Their attitudes were miserable, and their expressions showed distrust, surprise, and shock. After we gave them some red cloth, which they quickly tied around their necks, they became friendly. This was evident when the old man patted our chests and made a chuckling noise, like people do when they are feeding chickens. I walked alongside the old man, and this show of friendship happened several times, ending with three hard slaps on my chest and back at the same time. He then showed his chest for me to return the gesture, which I did, and he seemed very pleased. According to our standards, their language hardly qualifies as articulate. Captain Cook compared it to a man clearing his throat, but certainly, no European has ever cleared his throat with so many harsh, guttural, and clicking sounds.
They are excellent mimics: as often as we coughed or yawned, or made any odd motion, they immediately imitated us. Some of our party began to squint and look awry; but one of the young Fuegians (whose whole face was painted black, excepting a white band across his eyes) succeeded in making far more hideous grimaces. They could repeat with perfect correctness each word in any sentence we addressed them, and they remembered such words for some time. Yet we Europeans all know how difficult it is to distinguish apart the sounds in a foreign language. Which of us, for instance, could follow an American Indian through a sentence of more than three words? All savages appear to possess, to an uncommon degree, this power of mimicry. I was told, almost in the same words, of the same ludicrous habit among the Caffres; the Australians, likewise, have long been notorious for being able to imitate and describe the gait of any man, so that he may be recognized. How can this faculty be explained? is it a consequence of the more practised habits of perception and keener senses, common to all men in a savage state, as compared with those long civilized?
They are great imitators: every time we coughed, yawned, or made any strange movement, they immediately copied us. Some people in our group started to squint and make odd faces; but one young Fuegian (whose entire face was painted black, except for a white stripe across his eyes) managed to make even more grotesque expressions. They could perfectly repeat every word in any sentence we spoke to them, and they remembered those words for quite a while. Yet we Europeans all know how hard it is to differentiate sounds in a foreign language. Which of us, for example, could follow an American Indian through a sentence of more than three words? All so-called 'savages' seem to have this ability to mimic to an unusual degree. I was informed, almost verbatim, about this amusing habit among the Caffres; Australians are also well-known for their ability to imitate and describe the walk of any person so that they can be recognized. How can we explain this ability? Is it due to the more practiced habits of perception and sharper senses that all people in a primitive state seem to share, in contrast to those who are long civilized?
When a song was struck up by our party, I thought the Fuegians would have fallen down with astonishment. With equal surprise they viewed our dancing; but one of the young men, when asked, had no objection to a little waltzing. Little accustomed to Europeans as they appeared to be, yet they knew and dreaded our fire-arms; nothing would tempt them to take a gun in their hands. They begged for knives, calling them by the Spanish word "cuchilla." They explained also what they wanted, by acting as if they had a piece of blubber in their mouth, and then pretending to cut instead of tear it.
When our group started singing, I thought the Fuegians would be completely astonished. They watched us dance with the same surprise, but one of the young men, when asked, didn't mind trying a bit of waltzing. Although they seemed unfamiliar with Europeans, they were aware of our firearms and were too afraid to touch a gun. They asked for knives, referring to them with the Spanish word "cuchilla." They also demonstrated what they wanted by pretending to have a piece of blubber in their mouth and acting as if they were cutting it instead of tearing it.
I have not as yet noticed the Fuegians whom we had on board. During the former voyage of the Adventure and Beagle in 1826 to 1830, Captain Fitz Roy seized on a party of natives, as hostages for the loss of a boat, which had been stolen, to the great jeopardy of a party employed on the survey; and some of these natives, as well as a child whom he bought for a pearl-button, he took with him to England, determining to educate them and instruct them in religion at his own expense. To settle these natives in their own country, was one chief inducement to Captain Fitz Roy to undertake our present voyage; and before the Admiralty had resolved to send out this expedition, Captain Fitz Roy had generously chartered a vessel, and would himself have taken them back. The natives were accompanied by a missionary, R. Matthews; of whom and of the natives, Captain Fitz Roy has published a full and excellent account. Two men, one of whom died in England of the small-pox, a boy and a little girl, were originally taken; and we had now on board, York Minster, Jemmy Button (whose name expresses his purchase-money), and Fuegia Basket. York Minster was a full-grown, short, thick, powerful man: his disposition was reserved, taciturn, morose, and when excited violently passionate; his affections were very strong towards a few friends on board; his intellect good. Jemmy Button was a universal favourite, but likewise passionate; the expression of his face at once showed his nice disposition. He was merry and often laughed, and was remarkably sympathetic with any one in pain: when the water was rough, I was often a little sea-sick, and he used to come to me and say in a plaintive voice, "Poor, poor fellow!" but the notion, after his aquatic life, of a man being sea-sick, was too ludicrous, and he was generally obliged to turn on one side to hide a smile or laugh, and then he would repeat his "Poor, poor fellow!" He was of a patriotic disposition; and he liked to praise his own tribe and country, in which he truly said there were "plenty of trees," and he abused all the other tribes: he stoutly declared that there was no Devil in his land. Jemmy was short, thick, and fat, but vain of his personal appearance; he used always to wear gloves, his hair was neatly cut, and he was distressed if his well-polished shoes were dirtied. He was fond of admiring himself in a looking glass; and a merry-faced little Indian boy from the Rio Negro, whom we had for some months on board, soon perceived this, and used to mock him: Jemmy, who was always rather jealous of the attention paid to this little boy, did not at all like this, and used to say, with rather a contemptuous twist of his head, "Too much skylark." It seems yet wonderful to me, when I think over all his many good qualities that he should have been of the same race, and doubtless partaken of the same character, with the miserable, degraded savages whom we first met here. Lastly, Fuegia Basket was a nice, modest, reserved young girl, with a rather pleasing but sometimes sullen expression, and very quick in learning anything, especially languages. This she showed in picking up some Portuguese and Spanish, when left on shore for only a short time at Rio de Janeiro and Monte Video, and in her knowledge of English. York Minster was very jealous of any attention paid to her; for it was clear he determined to marry her as soon as they were settled on shore.
I haven't noticed the Fuegians we have on board yet. During the previous voyage of the Adventure and Beagle from 1826 to 1830, Captain Fitz Roy captured a group of natives as hostages for a stolen boat, which put a survey team in serious danger. Some of those natives, along with a child he bought for a pearl button, went back to England with him, as he planned to educate them and teach them about religion at his own expense. One of Captain Fitz Roy's main reasons for undertaking our current voyage was to settle these natives back in their homeland. Before the Admiralty decided to send out this expedition, he generously chartered a vessel and intended to return them himself. The natives were accompanied by a missionary, R. Matthews, who published a detailed and excellent account of them. Originally, two men (one of whom died from smallpox in England), a boy, and a little girl were taken; now we have York Minster, Jemmy Button (whose name reflects his purchase price), and Fuegia Basket on board. York Minster was a strong, stocky, powerful man with a reserved, taciturn, and often moody demeanor; however, he could be intensely passionate when excited. He had strong affections for a few friends on board and was quite intelligent. Jemmy Button was a universal favorite but also passionate; his facial expressions clearly indicated his sensitive nature. He was cheerful and often laughed, and was especially sympathetic towards anyone in pain. When the waters were rough and I felt a bit seasick, he would come to me with a pitiful tone, saying, "Poor, poor fellow!" However, given his history at sea, the idea of a person being seasick struck him as ridiculous, often making him turn away to hide a smile or laugh before repeating, "Poor, poor fellow!" He was patriotic, loved to praise his tribe and country, saying there were "plenty of trees," and spoke poorly of other tribes, confidently declaring that there was no Devil in his homeland. Jemmy was short, thickset, and overweight, but took pride in his appearance; he always wore gloves, kept his hair neatly cut, and was upset if his polished shoes got dirty. He enjoyed admiring himself in the mirror, and a cheerful little Indian boy from the Rio Negro, who was on board for a few months, quickly caught onto this and would tease him. Jemmy, who was somewhat jealous of the attention the little boy received, would respond with a dismissive twist of his head, saying, "Too much skylark." It's still incredible to me that someone with so many good traits could belong to the same race as the miserable, degraded savages we first encountered here. Finally, Fuegia Basket was a nice, modest, reserved young girl with a somewhat pleasing but occasionally sullen expression. She was quick to learn, especially languages, as shown by her grasp of some Portuguese and Spanish after only a short time on shore in Rio de Janeiro and Montevideo, and her knowledge of English. York Minster was very protective of her and clearly intended to marry her once they were settled on land.
Although all three could both speak and understand a good deal of English, it was singularly difficult to obtain much information from them, concerning the habits of their countrymen; this was partly owing to their apparent difficulty in understanding the simplest alternative. Every one accustomed to very young children, knows how seldom one can get an answer even to so simple a question as whether a thing is black or white; the idea of black or white seems alternately to fill their minds. So it was with these Fuegians, and hence it was generally impossible to find out, by cross questioning, whether one had rightly understood anything which they had asserted. Their sight was remarkably acute; it is well known that sailors, from long practice, can make out a distant object much better than a landsman; but both York and Jemmy were much superior to any sailor on board: several times they have declared what some distant object has been, and though doubted by every one, they have proved right, when it has been examined through a telescope. They were quite conscious of this power; and Jemmy, when he had any little quarrel with the officer on watch, would say, "Me see ship, me no tell."
Although all three could speak and understand quite a bit of English, it was surprisingly hard to get much information from them about the habits of their fellow countrymen. This was partly because they seemed to struggle with understanding even the simplest choices. Anyone familiar with very young children knows how rarely you can get a clear answer to a straightforward question like whether something is black or white; the concepts of black and white seem to confuse them. It was the same with these Fuegians, making it generally impossible to verify if you had correctly understood anything they claimed. Their eyesight was incredibly sharp; it's well known that sailors, from long experience, can identify distant objects much better than land-dwellers, but both York and Jemmy were far better than any sailor on board. Several times, they accurately identified a distant object, and even though everyone else doubted them at first, they turned out to be right when viewed through a telescope. They were fully aware of this ability, and when Jemmy had a little argument with the officer on watch, he would say, "I see ship, I no tell."
It was interesting to watch the conduct of the savages, when we landed, towards Jemmy Button: they immediately perceived the difference between him and ourselves, and held much conversation one with another on the subject. The old man addressed a long harangue to Jemmy, which it seems was to invite him to stay with them. But Jemmy understood very little of their language, and was, moreover, thoroughly ashamed of his countrymen. When York Minster afterwards came on shore, they noticed him in the same way, and told him he ought to shave; yet he had not twenty dwarf hairs on his face, whilst we all wore our untrimmed beards. They examined the colour of his skin, and compared it with ours. One of our arms being bared, they expressed the liveliest surprise and admiration at its whiteness, just in the same way in which I have seen the ourangoutang do at the Zoological Gardens. We thought that they mistook two or three of the officers, who were rather shorter and fairer, though adorned with large beards, for the ladies of our party. The tallest amongst the Fuegians was evidently much pleased at his height being noticed. When placed back to back with the tallest of the boat's crew, he tried his best to edge on higher ground, and to stand on tiptoe. He opened his mouth to show his teeth, and turned his face for a side view; and all this was done with such alacrity, that I dare say he thought himself the handsomest man in Tierra del Fuego. After our first feeling of grave astonishment was over, nothing could be more ludicrous than the odd mixture of surprise and imitation which these savages every moment exhibited.
It was fascinating to see how the natives acted when we landed, especially towards Jemmy Button: they quickly noticed the difference between him and us and talked among themselves about it. The old man gave Jemmy a long speech, which seemed to be an invitation for him to stay with them. However, Jemmy barely understood their language and felt quite embarrassed about his fellow countrymen. When York Minster later came ashore, they reacted to him in the same way, telling him he should shave, even though he had hardly any hair on his face, while we all had untrimmed beards. They examined the color of his skin and compared it to ours. When one of our arms was exposed, they showed great surprise and admiration at its whiteness, just like I’ve seen orangutans do at the zoo. We thought they mistook a couple of our shorter, fairer officers, who had big beards, for the women in our group. The tallest Fuegian seemed delighted that his height was noticed. When he stood back to back with the tallest member of our crew, he tried hard to get on higher ground and stood on his tiptoes. He opened his mouth to show his teeth and turned his face for a side view, all done so eagerly that I’m sure he believed he was the most handsome man in Tierra del Fuego. After our initial shock wore off, nothing was more amusing than the strange mix of surprise and imitation that these natives displayed at every moment.
The next day I attempted to penetrate some way into the country. Tierra del Fuego may be described as a mountainous land, partly submerged in the sea, so that deep inlets and bays occupy the place where valleys should exist. The mountain sides, except on the exposed western coast, are covered from the water's edge upwards by one great forest. The trees reach to an elevation of between 1000 and 1500 feet, and are succeeded by a band of peat, with minute alpine plants; and this again is succeeded by the line of perpetual snow, which, according to Captain King, in the Strait of Magellan descends to between 3000 and 4000 feet. To find an acre of level land in any part of the country is most rare. I recollect only one little flat piece near Port Famine, and another of rather larger extent near Goeree Road. In both places, and everywhere else, the surface is covered by a thick bed of swampy peat. Even within the forest, the ground is concealed by a mass of slowly putrefying vegetable matter, which, from being soaked with water, yields to the foot.
The next day, I tried to make my way deeper into the country. Tierra del Fuego can be described as a mountainous area, partially submerged in the sea, creating deep inlets and bays where valleys would typically be. The mountain slopes, except along the exposed western coast, are covered from the water's edge up by a vast forest. The trees grow to heights between 1,000 and 1,500 feet, followed by a layer of peat with tiny alpine plants; above that is the line of perpetual snow, which, according to Captain King, in the Strait of Magellan, descends to between 3,000 and 4,000 feet. Finding an acre of flat land anywhere in the country is extremely rare. I can only recall one small flat area near Port Famine and another, slightly larger, near Goeree Road. In both locations, as well as everywhere else, the ground is covered by a thick layer of swampy peat. Even within the forest, the ground is hidden beneath a mass of slowly decaying plant matter, which, being soaked with water, gives way underfoot.
Finding it nearly hopeless to push my way through the wood, I followed the course of a mountain torrent. At first, from the waterfalls and number of dead trees, I could hardly crawl along; but the bed of the stream soon became a little more open, from the floods having swept the sides. I continued slowly to advance for an hour along the broken and rocky banks, and was amply repaid by the grandeur of the scene. The gloomy depth of the ravine well accorded with the universal signs of violence. On every side were lying irregular masses of rock and torn-up trees; other trees, though still erect, were decayed to the heart and ready to fall. The entangled mass of the thriving and the fallen reminded me of the forests within the tropics—yet there was a difference: for in these still solitudes, Death, instead of Life, seemed the predominant spirit. I followed the water-course till I came to a spot where a great slip had cleared a straight space down the mountain side. By this road I ascended to a considerable elevation, and obtained a good view of the surrounding woods. The trees all belong to one kind, the Fagus betuloides; for the number of the other species of Fagus and of the Winter's Bark, is quite inconsiderable. This beech keeps its leaves throughout the year; but its foliage is of a peculiar brownish-green colour, with a tinge of yellow. As the whole landscape is thus coloured, it has a sombre, dull appearance; nor is it often enlivened by the rays of the sun.
Finding it almost impossible to make my way through the woods, I followed the path of a mountain stream. At first, due to the waterfalls and the many dead trees, it was difficult to move; but the stream bed soon opened up a bit, thanks to the floods clearing the sides. I continued to move slowly for an hour along the rugged and rocky banks, and it was worth it for the stunning view. The dark depths of the ravine matched the signs of destruction all around me. Irregular piles of rock and uprooted trees lay everywhere; other trees, while still standing, were rotten to the core and on the brink of falling. The tangled mass of thriving and fallen trees reminded me of tropical forests—yet there was a difference: in this stillness, Death seemed to be the dominant force instead of Life. I followed the watercourse until I reached a spot where a large landslide had cleared a straight pathway down the mountainside. I climbed up this route to a considerable height, gaining a good view of the surrounding woods. All the trees were the same species, Fagus betuloides; the numbers of other species of Fagus and Winter's Bark were quite few. This beech retains its leaves all year, but its foliage is a distinctive brownish-green with a hint of yellow. Since the entire landscape is thus colored, it gives off a somber, dull vibe, and it’s not often brightened by the sun’s rays.
December 20th.—One side of the harbour is formed by a hill about 1500 feet high, which Captain Fitz Roy has called after Sir J. Banks, in commemoration of his disastrous excursion, which proved fatal to two men of his party, and nearly so to Dr. Solander. The snow-storm, which was the cause of their misfortune, happened in the middle of January, corresponding to our July, and in the latitude of Durham! I was anxious to reach the summit of this mountain to collect alpine plants; for flowers of any kind in the lower parts are few in number. We followed the same water-course as on the previous day, till it dwindled away, and we were then compelled to crawl blindly among the trees. These, from the effects of the elevation and of the impetuous winds, were low, thick and crooked. At length we reached that which from a distance appeared like a carpet of fine green turf, but which, to our vexation, turned out to be a compact mass of little beech-trees about four or five feet high. They were as thick together as box in the border of a garden, and we were obliged to struggle over the flat but treacherous surface. After a little more trouble we gained the peat, and then the bare slate rock.
December 20th.—One side of the harbor is formed by a hill about 1500 feet high, which Captain Fitz Roy named after Sir J. Banks to remember his disastrous expedition, which was fatal for two members of his team and nearly fatal for Dr. Solander. The snowstorm that caused their tragedy occurred in mid-January, corresponding to our July, and in the latitude of Durham! I was eager to reach the top of this mountain to collect alpine plants, since flowers of any kind in the lower areas are quite scarce. We followed the same watercourse as the previous day until it dried up, and we then had to navigate blindly among the trees. Due to the elevation and strong winds, these trees were low, thick, and twisted. Eventually, we came to what from a distance looked like a smooth green lawn, but, to our disappointment, it turned out to be a dense patch of beech trees about four or five feet tall. They were packed together as tightly as boxwood in a garden bed, and we had to struggle over the flat but deceptive ground. After a bit more effort, we reached the peat, and then the bare slate rock.
A ridge connected this hill with another, distant some miles, and more lofty, so that patches of snow were lying on it. As the day was not far advanced, I determined to walk there and collect plants along the road. It would have been very hard work, had it not been for a well-beaten and straight path made by the guanacos; for these animals, like sheep, always follow the same line. When we reached the hill we found it the highest in the immediate neighbourhood, and the waters flowed to the sea in opposite directions. We obtained a wide view over the surrounding country: to the north a swampy moorland extended, but to the south we had a scene of savage magnificence, well becoming Tierra del Fuego. There was a degree of mysterious grandeur in mountain behind mountain, with the deep intervening valleys, all covered by one thick, dusky mass of forest. The atmosphere, likewise, in this climate, where gale succeeds gale, with rain, hail, and sleet, seems blacker than anywhere else. In the Strait of Magellan looking due southward from Port Famine, the distant channels between the mountains appeared from their gloominess to lead beyond the confines of this world.
A ridge connected this hill to another one, several miles away, which was taller and had patches of snow on it. Since the day wasn’t too far along, I decided to walk there and collect plants along the way. It would have been tough work if not for the well-trodden and straight path made by the guanacos; these animals, like sheep, always take the same route. When we got to the hill, we found it was the highest in the area, with waters flowing towards the sea in opposite directions. We had a broad view of the surrounding landscape: to the north, a swampy moorland stretched out, while to the south, we were met with a scene of wild grandeur typical of Tierra del Fuego. There was something mysteriously majestic about mountains stacked behind mountains, with deep valleys in between, all covered by a thick, dark forest. The atmosphere here, where one storm follows another with rain, hail, and sleet, feels darker than anywhere else. In the Strait of Magellan, looking directly south from Port Famine, the distant channels between the mountains looked so gloomy that they seemed to lead beyond the limits of this world.
December 21st.—The Beagle got under way: and on the succeeding day, favoured to an uncommon degree by a fine easterly breeze, we closed in with the Barnevelts, and running past Cape Deceit with its stony peaks, about three o'clock doubled the weather-beaten Cape Horn. The evening was calm and bright, and we enjoyed a fine view of the surrounding isles. Cape Horn, however, demanded his tribute, and before night sent us a gale of wind directly in our teeth. We stood out to sea, and on the second day again made the land, when we saw on our weather-bow this notorious promontory in its proper form—veiled in a mist, and its dim outline surrounded by a storm of wind and water. Great black clouds were rolling across the heavens, and squalls of rain, with hail, swept by us with such extreme violence, that the Captain determined to run into Wigwam Cove. This is a snug little harbour, not far from Cape Horn; and here, at Christmas-eve, we anchored in smooth water. The only thing which reminded us of the gale outside, was every now and then a puff from the mountains, which made the ship surge at her anchors.
December 21st.—The Beagle set sail, and the next day, helped by a surprisingly nice easterly breeze, we got closer to the Barnevelts. Passing Cape Deceit with its rocky peaks, we rounded the battered Cape Horn around three o'clock. The evening was calm and bright, allowing us to enjoy a lovely view of the surrounding islands. However, Cape Horn demanded its due, and by nightfall, it hit us with a fierce gale right in our faces. We headed back out to sea, and by the second day, we sighted land again, spotting the infamous promontory ahead—shrouded in mist, its blurred outline encircled by a storm of wind and waves. Thick black clouds rolled across the sky, and squalls of rain and hail blasted past us with such force that the Captain decided we should take refuge in Wigwam Cove. This cozy little harbor is not far from Cape Horn, and here, on Christmas Eve, we anchored in calm waters. The only reminder of the storm outside was the occasional gust from the mountains that caused the ship to rock at her anchors.
December 25th.—Close by the Cove, a pointed hill, called Kater's Peak, rises to the height of 1700 feet. The surrounding islands all consist of conical masses of greenstone, associated sometimes with less regular hills of baked and altered clay-slate. This part of Tierra del Fuego may be considered as the extremity of the submerged chain of mountains already alluded to. The cove takes its name of "Wigwam" from some of the Fuegian habitations; but every bay in the neighbourhood might be so called with equal propriety. The inhabitants, living chiefly upon shell-fish, are obliged constantly to change their place of residence; but they return at intervals to the same spots, as is evident from the piles of old shells, which must often amount to many tons in freight. These heaps can be distinguished at a long distance by the bright green colour of certain plants, which invariably grow on them. Among these may be enumerated the wild celery and scurvy grass, two very serviceable plants, the use of which has not been discovered by the natives.
December 25th.—Near the Cove, a pointed hill called Kater's Peak rises to a height of 1700 feet. The surrounding islands are made up of conical shapes of greenstone, sometimes accompanied by more irregular hills of baked and altered clay-slate. This area of Tierra del Fuego can be seen as the end of the submerged mountain chain previously mentioned. The cove is named "Wigwam" after some of the Fuegian dwellings, but every bay in the area could be called that just as accurately. The locals, who primarily survive on shellfish, are forced to frequently relocate; however, they do return to the same locations periodically, as seen by the massive piles of old shells that can weigh tons. These heaps can be identified from a distance by the bright green color of certain plants that always grow on them. Among these are wild celery and scurvy grass, two useful plants that the natives haven’t discovered how to use.
The Fuegian wigwam resembles, in size and dimensions, a haycock. It merely consists of a few broken branches stuck in the ground, and very imperfectly thatched on one side with a few tufts of grass and rushes. The whole cannot be the work of an hour, and it is only used for a few days. At Goeree Roads I saw a place where one of these naked men had slept, which absolutely offered no more cover than the form of a hare. The man was evidently living by himself, and York Minster said he was "very bad man," and that probably he had stolen something. On the west coast, however, the wigwams are rather better, for they are covered with seal-skins. We were detained here several days by the bad weather. The climate is certainly wretched: the summer solstice was now passed, yet every day snow fell on the hills, and in the valleys there was rain, accompanied by sleet. The thermometer generally stood about 45 degs., but in the night fell to 38 or 40 degs. From the damp and boisterous state of the atmosphere, not cheered by a gleam of sunshine, one fancied the climate even worse than it really was.
The Fuegian wigwam is about the size and shape of a haystack. It’s basically just a few broken branches stuck in the ground, with a makeshift thatch on one side made from some grass and rushes. The whole thing can’t take more than an hour to put together, and it’s only used for a few days. At Goeree Roads, I came across a spot where one of these bare men had slept, which offered no more cover than a hare. The man clearly lived alone, and York Minster said he was "a really bad guy" and probably had stolen something. However, on the west coast, the wigwams are a bit better, as they are covered with seal skins. We got stuck here for several days due to the terrible weather. The climate is definitely miserable: the summer solstice had just passed, yet it snowed every day on the hills, and in the valleys, there was rain mixed with sleet. The thermometer usually hovered around 45 degrees, but at night it dropped to about 38 or 40 degrees. With the damp and windy atmosphere, and without a hint of sunshine, it felt like the climate was even worse than it actually was.
While going one day on shore near Wollaston Island, we pulled alongside a canoe with six Fuegians. These were the most abject and miserable creatures I anywhere beheld. On the east coast the natives, as we have seen, have guanaco cloaks, and on the west they possess seal-skins. Amongst these central tribes the men generally have an otter-skin, or some small scrap about as large as a pocket-handkerchief, which is barely sufficient to cover their backs as low down as their loins. It is laced across the breast by strings, and according as the wind blows, it is shifted from side to side. But these Fuegians in the canoe were quite naked, and even one full-grown woman was absolutely so. It was raining heavily, and the fresh water, together with the spray, trickled down her body. In another harbour not far distant, a woman, who was suckling a recently-born child, came one day alongside the vessel, and remained there out of mere curiosity, whilst the sleet fell and thawed on her naked bosom, and on the skin of her naked baby! These poor wretches were stunted in their growth, their hideous faces bedaubed with white paint, their skins filthy and greasy, their hair entangled, their voices discordant, and their gestures violent. Viewing such men, one can hardly make one's self believe that they are fellow-creatures, and inhabitants of the same world. It is a common subject of conjecture what pleasure in life some of the lower animals can enjoy: how much more reasonably the same question may be asked with respect to these barbarians! At night, five or six human beings, naked and scarcely protected from the wind and rain of this tempestuous climate, sleep on the wet ground coiled up like animals. Whenever it is low water, winter or summer, night or day, they must rise to pick shell-fish from the rocks; and the women either dive to collect sea-eggs, or sit patiently in their canoes, and with a baited hair-line without any hook, jerk out little fish. If a seal is killed, or the floating carcass of a putrid whale is discovered, it is a feast; and such miserable food is assisted by a few tasteless berries and fungi.
One day, while we were on shore near Wollaston Island, we came across a canoe with six Fuegians. They were the most pitiful and wretched individuals I had ever seen. On the east coast, the locals wear guanaco cloaks, and on the west, they have seal skins. Among these central tribes, the men usually have an otter skin or a small piece about the size of a handkerchief, which barely covers their backs down to their hips. It's laced across the chest with strings, and depending on the wind, they shift it from side to side. But these Fuegians in the canoe were completely naked, and one fully grown woman was entirely so. It was raining heavily, and the fresh water and spray trickled down her body. In another nearby harbor, a woman nursing a newborn came alongside the ship out of curiosity while sleet fell and melted on her bare chest and on her naked baby! These poor souls were short, their grotesque faces smeared with white paint, their skin dirty and greasy, their hair tangled, their voices harsh, and their gestures wild. Looking at them, it’s hard to believe they are fellow humans living in the same world. People often wonder what enjoyment some lower animals find in life; how much more reasonable it is to ask this about these individuals! At night, five or six people, naked and barely shielded from the wind and rain of this harsh climate, sleep on the wet ground curled up like animals. Whenever it's low tide, no matter the season or time of day, they have to get up to gather shellfish from the rocks; the women either dive for sea eggs or patiently sit in their canoes, using a baited hair line with no hook to catch small fish. If a seal is killed or a floating dead whale is found, it’s a feast, and they make do with such meager food alongside a few tasteless berries and fungi.
They often suffer from famine: I heard Mr. Low, a sealing-master intimately acquainted with the natives of this country, give a curious account of the state of a party of one hundred and fifty natives on the west coast, who were very thin and in great distress. A succession of gales prevented the women from getting shell-fish on the rocks, and they could not go out in their canoes to catch seal. A small party of these men one morning set out, and the other Indians explained to him, that they were going a four days' journey for food: on their return, Low went to meet them, and he found them excessively tired, each man carrying a great square piece of putrid whale's-blubber with a hole in the middle, through which they put their heads, like the Gauchos do through their ponchos or cloaks. As soon as the blubber was brought into a wigwam, an old man cut off thin slices, and muttering over them, broiled them for a minute, and distributed them to the famished party, who during this time preserved a profound silence. Mr. Low believes that whenever a whale is cast on shore, the natives bury large pieces of it in the sand, as a resource in time of famine; and a native boy, whom he had on board, once found a stock thus buried. The different tribes when at war are cannibals. From the concurrent, but quite independent evidence of the boy taken by Mr. Low, and of Jemmy Button, it is certainly true, that when pressed in winter by hunger, they kill and devour their old women before they kill their dogs: the boy, being asked by Mr. Low why they did this, answered, "Doggies catch otters, old women no." This boy described the manner in which they are killed by being held over smoke and thus choked; he imitated their screams as a joke, and described the parts of their bodies which are considered best to eat. Horrid as such a death by the hands of their friends and relatives must be, the fears of the old women, when hunger begins to press, are more painful to think of; we are told that they then often run away into the mountains, but that they are pursued by the men and brought back to the slaughter-house at their own firesides!
They often struggle with hunger: I heard Mr. Low, a sealing-master who knew the locals well, share an intriguing story about a group of one hundred and fifty natives on the west coast who were very thin and in serious distress. A series of storms kept the women from gathering shellfish on the rocks, and they couldn’t venture out in their canoes to hunt seals. One morning, a small group of these men set out, and the other natives explained to him that they were going on a four-day journey for food. When they returned, Low went to meet them and found them extremely exhausted, each man carrying a large, square piece of rotten whale blubber with a hole in the center, through which they put their heads, similar to how Gauchos wear their ponchos or cloaks. As soon as the blubber was brought into a wigwam, an old man sliced it thin and muttered over it, then grilled it for a minute before sharing it with the starving group, who remained completely quiet during this time. Mr. Low believes that whenever a whale washes ashore, the natives bury large portions of it in the sand as a backup for times of famine; a native boy he had on board once found a stock that was buried this way. During wars, the different tribes resort to cannibalism. According to independent accounts from the boy taken by Mr. Low and Jemmy Button, it is indeed true that when faced with hunger in winter, they kill and eat their old women before their dogs. When the boy was asked by Mr. Low why they did this, he replied, "Dogs catch otters, old women don’t." He described how they are killed by being held over smoke until they choke; he even mimicked their screams as a joke and pointed out the best parts of their bodies to eat. Horrific as such a death at the hands of friends and relatives must be, the fear experienced by the old women when hunger becomes overwhelming is even more distressing. We are told that they often run away into the mountains, but the men chase them down and bring them back to be slaughtered at their own firesides!
Captain Fitz Roy could never ascertain that the Fuegians have any distinct belief in a future life. They sometimes bury their dead in caves, and sometimes in the mountain forests; we do not know what ceremonies they perform. Jemmy Button would not eat land-birds, because "eat dead men": they are unwilling even to mention their dead friends. We have no reason to believe that they perform any sort of religious worship; though perhaps the muttering of the old man before he distributed the putrid blubber to his famished party, may be of this nature. Each family or tribe has a wizard or conjuring doctor, whose office we could never clearly ascertain. Jemmy believed in dreams, though not, as I have said, in the devil: I do not think that our Fuegians were much more superstitious than some of the sailors; for an old quartermaster firmly believed that the successive heavy gales, which we encountered off Cape Horn, were caused by our having the Fuegians on board. The nearest approach to a religious feeling which I heard of, was shown by York Minster, who, when Mr. Bynoe shot some very young ducklings as specimens, declared in the most solemn manner, "Oh, Mr. Bynoe, much rain, snow, blow much." This was evidently a retributive punishment for wasting human food. In a wild and excited manner he also related, that his brother, one day whilst returning to pick up some dead birds which he had left on the coast, observed some feathers blown by the wind. His brother said (York imitating his manner), "What that?" and crawling onwards, he peeped over the cliff, and saw "wild man" picking his birds; he crawled a little nearer, and then hurled down a great stone and killed him. York declared for a long time afterwards storms raged, and much rain and snow fell. As far as we could make out, he seemed to consider the elements themselves as the avenging agents: it is evident in this case, how naturally, in a race a little more advanced in culture, the elements would become personified. What the "bad wild men" were, has always appeared to me most mysterious: from what York said, when we found the place like the form of a hare, where a single man had slept the night before, I should have thought that they were thieves who had been driven from their tribes; but other obscure speeches made me doubt this; I have sometimes imagined that the most probable explanation was that they were insane.
Captain Fitz Roy could never determine if the Fuegians had any distinct belief in an afterlife. They sometimes bury their dead in caves and other times in the mountain forests; we don't know what rituals they carry out. Jemmy Button wouldn’t eat land birds because he believed they "eat dead men": they are hesitant to even mention their deceased friends. We have no evidence to suggest they engage in any form of religious worship, although the old man’s mumbling before he shared putrid blubber with his starving group might be related. Each family or tribe has a wizard or conjuring doctor, but we could never clearly understand their role. Jemmy believed in dreams, though not in the devil, and I don’t think our Fuegians were much more superstitious than some of the sailors; one old quartermaster firmly believed that the strong gales we faced off Cape Horn were due to having the Fuegians on board. The closest thing to a religious feeling I heard about was shown by York Minster, who, when Mr. Bynoe shot some young ducklings as samples, solemnly declared, "Oh, Mr. Bynoe, much rain, snow, blow much." This clearly suggested a sense of punishment for wasting human food. In an agitated manner, he also recounted how his brother, while returning to collect some dead birds he had left on the shore, noticed feathers blowing in the wind. His brother asked (with York imitating his tone), "What that?" and as he crawled closer, he peeked over the cliff and saw a "wild man" picking up his birds; he crept a little nearer and then threw down a large stone, killing him. York claimed that storms raged and heavy rain and snow fell for a long time afterward. From what we could gather, he seemed to think of the elements themselves as avenging forces: it’s clear that in a slightly more advanced culture, the elements would naturally become personified. The identity of the "bad wild men" has always puzzled me: judging by what York said, when we found a spot shaped like a hare, where a single man had slept the night before, I initially thought they were thieves exiled from their tribes; however, other vague remarks made me doubt this. I have sometimes speculated that the most likely explanation is that they were insane.
The different tribes have no government or chief; yet each is surrounded by other hostile tribes, speaking different dialects, and separated from each other only by a deserted border or neutral territory: the cause of their warfare appears to be the means of subsistence. Their country is a broken mass of wild rocks, lofty hills, and useless forests: and these are viewed through mists and endless storms. The habitable land is reduced to the stones on the beach; in search of food they are compelled unceasingly to wander from spot to spot, and so steep is the coast, that they can only move about in their wretched canoes. They cannot know the feeling of having a home, and still less that of domestic affection; for the husband is to the wife a brutal master to a laborious slave. Was a more horrid deed ever perpetrated, than that witnessed on the west coast by Byron, who saw a wretched mother pick up her bleeding dying infant-boy, whom her husband had mercilessly dashed on the stones for dropping a basket of sea-eggs! How little can the higher powers of the mind be brought into play: what is there for imagination to picture, for reason to compare, or judgment to decide upon? to knock a limpet from the rock does not require even cunning, that lowest power of the mind. Their skill in some respects may be compared to the instinct of animals; for it is not improved by experience: the canoe, their most ingenious work, poor as it is, has remained the same, as we know from Drake, for the last two hundred and fifty years.
The different tribes have no government or leader; yet each one is surrounded by other hostile tribes that speak different dialects, separated only by deserted borders or neutral territory. Their conflicts seem to stem from the need for food. Their land is a rough mix of wild rocks, tall hills, and useless forests, often shrouded in mist and constant storms. The only livable area is reduced to the stones on the beach; in search of food, they are forced to wander endlessly from one place to another, and the steep coast means they can only travel in their miserable canoes. They can never truly know what it feels like to have a home, let alone the warmth of family love, because the husband treats the wife like a cruel master treats a hard-working slave. Was there ever a more horrific act than what Byron witnessed on the west coast, where he saw a desperate mother pick up her bleeding, dying infant son, whom her husband had brutally thrown onto the rocks for dropping a basket of sea-eggs? How limited are the higher functions of the mind in such a situation: what can imagination visualize, what can reason compare, or what can judgment decide? To knock a limpet off a rock doesn’t even require cunning, the simplest form of intelligence. Their skills in some ways can be likened to animal instinct, as they're not enhanced by experience. The canoe, their most clever creation, though basic, has remained unchanged for the last two hundred and fifty years, as noted by Drake.
Whilst beholding these savages, one asks, whence have they come? What could have tempted, or what change compelled a tribe of men, to leave the fine regions of the north, to travel down the Cordillera or backbone of America, to invent and build canoes, which are not used by the tribes of Chile, Peru, and Brazil, and then to enter on one of the most inhospitable countries within the limits of the globe? Although such reflections must at first seize on the mind, yet we may feel sure that they are partly erroneous. There is no reason to believe that the Fuegians decrease in number; therefore we must suppose that they enjoy a sufficient share of happiness, of whatever kind it may be, to render life worth having. Nature by making habit omnipotent, and its effects hereditary, has fitted the Fuegian to the climate and the productions of his miserable country.
While watching these natives, one wonders, where did they come from? What could have tempted them, or what change forced a tribe of people to leave the beautiful regions of the north, to travel down the Andes, to create and construct canoes, which aren’t used by the tribes of Chile, Peru, and Brazil, and then to settle in one of the harshest places on Earth? Although such thoughts might first occupy the mind, we can be confident that they are somewhat mistaken. There’s no reason to believe that the Fuegians are dwindling in number; therefore, we should assume that they find enough happiness, in whatever form it takes, to make life worth living. Nature, by making habits powerful and their effects enduring, has adapted the Fuegians to the climate and resources of their bleak homeland.
After having been detained six days in Wigwam Cove by very bad weather, we put to sea on the 30th of December. Captain Fitz Roy wished to get westward to land York and Fuegia in their own country. When at sea we had a constant succession of gales, and the current was against us: we drifted to 57 degs. 23' south. On the 11th of January, 1833, by carrying a press of sail, we fetched within a few miles of the great rugged mountain of York Minster (so called by Captain Cook, and the origin of the name of the elder Fuegian), when a violent squall compelled us to shorten sail and stand out to sea. The surf was breaking fearfully on the coast, and the spray was carried over a cliff estimated to 200 feet in height. On the 12th the gale was very heavy, and we did not know exactly where we were: it was a most unpleasant sound to hear constantly repeated, "keep a good look-out to leeward." On the 13th the storm raged with its full fury: our horizon was narrowly limited by the sheets of spray borne by the wind. The sea looked ominous, like a dreary waving plain with patches of drifted snow: whilst the ship laboured heavily, the albatross glided with its expanded wings right up the wind. At noon a great sea broke over us, and filled one of the whale boats, which was obliged to be instantly cut away. The poor Beagle trembled at the shock, and for a few minutes would not obey her helm; but soon, like a good ship that she was, she righted and came up to the wind again. Had another sea followed the first, our fate would have been decided soon, and for ever. We had now been twenty-four days trying in vain to get westward; the men were worn out with fatigue, and they had not had for many nights or days a dry thing to put on. Captain Fitz Roy gave up the attempt to get westward by the outside coast. In the evening we ran in behind False Cape Horn, and dropped our anchor in forty-seven fathoms, fire flashing from the windlass as the chain rushed round it. How delightful was that still night, after having been so long involved in the din of the warring elements!
After being stuck for six days in Wigwam Cove due to terrible weather, we finally set out to sea on December 30th. Captain Fitz Roy wanted to head west to bring York and Fuegia back to their homeland. Once at sea, we faced nonstop gales, and the current was against us, pushing us to 57 degrees, 23' south. On January 11, 1833, by pushing our sails to the limit, we got within a few miles of the huge, rugged mountain called York Minster (named by Captain Cook, which is also the reason for the elder Fuegian’s name), but a fierce squall forced us to reduce our sails and move back out to sea. The waves crashed violently on the coast, and the spray flew over a cliff that was about 200 feet high. On the 12th, the wind was really strong, and we weren’t sure exactly where we were; it was a very unnerving sound to keep hearing, "keep a good lookout to leeward." The storm hit hard on the 13th: our view was barely visible through the sheets of spray blown by the wind. The sea appeared foreboding, like a grim, rolling plain with patches of drifting snow. While the ship struggled heavily, the albatross soared gracefully into the wind. At noon, a massive wave crashed over us, filling one of the whaleboats, which we had to cut away immediately. The poor Beagle shook from the shock, and for a few moments wouldn't respond to the helm; but soon, like the reliable ship she was, she steadied herself and turned back into the wind. If another wave had followed, our fate would have been sealed quickly and permanently. We had now spent twenty-four days trying unsuccessfully to go west; the crew was exhausted, and they hadn’t had a dry thing to wear for many nights or days. Captain Fitz Roy decided to abandon the plan to go west along the coast. That evening, we moved behind False Cape Horn and dropped anchor in forty-seven fathoms, fire flashing from the windlass as the chain clanked around it. How wonderful that calm night was, after being trapped in the chaos of the raging elements for so long!
January 15th, 1833.—The Beagle anchored in Goeree Roads. Captain Fitz Roy having resolved to settle the Fuegians, according to their wishes, in Ponsonby Sound, four boats were equipped to carry them there through the Beagle Channel. This channel, which was discovered by Captain Fitz Roy during the last voyage, is a most remarkable feature in the geography of this, or indeed of any other country: it may be compared to the valley of Lochness in Scotland, with its chain of lakes and friths. It is about one hundred and twenty miles long, with an average breadth, not subject to any very great variation, of about two miles; and is throughout the greater part so perfectly straight, that the view, bounded on each side by a line of mountains, gradually becomes indistinct in the long distance. It crosses the southern part of Tierra del Fuego in an east and west line, and in the middle is joined at right angles on the south side by an irregular channel, which has been called Ponsonby Sound. This is the residence of Jemmy Button's tribe and family.
January 15th, 1833.—The Beagle dropped anchor in Goeree Roads. Captain Fitz Roy decided to settle the Fuegians, as they requested, in Ponsonby Sound, so four boats were prepared to take them through the Beagle Channel. This channel, discovered by Captain Fitz Roy during his last voyage, is an extraordinary feature in the geography of this region—or really any other. It can be likened to the Loch Ness valley in Scotland, with its series of lakes and inlets. It stretches about one hundred and twenty miles long, with an average width of around two miles, which doesn’t change much. For most of its length, it is so perfectly straight that the view, bordered by mountains on either side, gradually fades into the distance. It traverses the southern part of Tierra del Fuego from east to west and is connected at a right angle on the south side to an irregular channel known as Ponsonby Sound. This is where Jemmy Button's tribe and family live.
19th.—Three whale-boats and the yawl, with a party of twenty-eight, started under the command of Captain Fitz Roy. In the afternoon we entered the eastern mouth of the channel, and shortly afterwards found a snug little cove concealed by some surrounding islets. Here we pitched our tents and lighted our fires. Nothing could look more comfortable than this scene. The glassy water of the little harbour, with the branches of the trees hanging over the rocky beach, the boats at anchor, the tents supported by the crossed oars, and the smoke curling up the wooded valley, formed a picture of quiet retirement. The next day (20th) we smoothly glided onwards in our little fleet, and came to a more inhabited district. Few if any of these natives could ever have seen a white man; certainly nothing could exceed their astonishment at the apparition of the four boats. Fires were lighted on every point (hence the name of Tierra del Fuego, or the land of fire), both to attract our attention and to spread far and wide the news. Some of the men ran for miles along the shore. I shall never forget how wild and savage one group appeared: suddenly four or five men came to the edge of an overhanging cliff; they were absolutely naked, and their long hair streamed about their faces; they held rugged staffs in their hands, and, springing from the ground, they waved their arms round their heads, and sent forth the most hideous yells.
19th.—Three whale boats and the yawl, with a group of twenty-eight, set out under Captain Fitz Roy's command. In the afternoon, we entered the eastern mouth of the channel and soon discovered a cozy little cove hidden by some nearby islets. Here, we set up our tents and lit our fires. The scene was incredibly comforting. The calm water of the small harbor, with tree branches hanging over the rocky beach, the anchored boats, the tents propped up by crossed oars, and the smoke curling up through the wooded valley created a picture of peaceful retreat. The next day (20th), we smoothly glided forward in our little fleet and arrived in a more populated area. Few, if any, of these locals had ever seen a white person; their astonishment at the sight of the four boats was overwhelming. Fires blazed on every point (hence the name Tierra del Fuego, or the land of fire), both to catch our attention and to spread the word far and wide. Some men ran for miles along the shore. I will never forget how wild and fierce one group looked: suddenly, four or five men appeared at the edge of an overhanging cliff, completely naked, with their long hair flowing around their faces. They held rough staffs in their hands, and, jumping from the ground, waved their arms above their heads while letting out the most horrifying yells.
At dinner-time we landed among a party of Fuegians. At first they were not inclined to be friendly; for until the Captain pulled in ahead of the other boats, they kept their slings in their hands. We soon, however, delighted them by trifling presents, such as tying red tape round their heads. They liked our biscuit: but one of the savages touched with his finger some of the meat preserved in tin cases which I was eating, and feeling it soft and cold, showed as much disgust at it, as I should have done at putrid blubber. Jemmy was thoroughly ashamed of his countrymen, and declared his own tribe were quite different, in which he was wofully mistaken. It was as easy to please as it was difficult to satisfy these savages. Young and old, men and children, never ceased repeating the word "yammerschooner," which means "give me." After pointing to almost every object, one after the other, even to the buttons on our coats, and saying their favourite word in as many intonations as possible, they would then use it in a neuter sense, and vacantly repeat "yammerschooner." After yammerschoonering for any article very eagerly, they would by a simple artifice point to their young women or little children, as much as to say, "If you will not give it me, surely you will to such as these."
At dinner time, we arrived among a group of Fuegians. At first, they weren’t very friendly; until the Captain moved ahead of the other boats, they kept their slings in hand. However, we quickly won them over with small gifts, like tying red tape around their heads. They liked our biscuits, but one of the natives poked at some of the meat in tin cans that I was eating, and upon feeling it soft and cold, showed as much disgust as I would have at rotten blubber. Jemmy was really embarrassed by his people and insisted his own tribe was completely different, which was a big mistake. It was as easy to please as it was hard to satisfy these natives. Young and old, men and children continuously repeated the word "yammerschooner," which means "give me." After pointing to just about every object, one by one—even the buttons on our coats—and saying their favorite word in every possible tone, they would then use it in a neutral way, vacantly repeating "yammerschooner." After eagerly yammerschoonering for any item, they would cleverly point to their young women or little children, as if to say, "If you won’t give it to me, surely you will to someone like them."
At night we endeavoured in vain to find an uninhabited cove; and at last were obliged to bivouac not far from a party of natives. They were very inoffensive as long as they were few in numbers, but in the morning (21st) being joined by others they showed symptoms of hostility, and we thought that we should have come to a skirmish. An European labours under great disadvantages when treating with savages like these, who have not the least idea of the power of fire-arms. In the very act of levelling his musket he appears to the savage far inferior to a man armed with a bow and arrow, a spear, or even a sling. Nor is it easy to teach them our superiority except by striking a fatal blow. Like wild beasts, they do not appear to compare numbers; for each individual, if attacked, instead of retiring, will endeavour to dash your brains out with a stone, as certainly as a tiger under similar circumstances would tear you. Captain Fitz Roy on one occasion being very anxious, from good reasons, to frighten away a small party, first flourished a cutlass near them, at which they only laughed; he then twice fired his pistol close to a native. The man both times looked astounded, and carefully but quickly rubbed his head; he then stared awhile, and gabbled to his companions, but he never seemed to think of running away. We can hardly put ourselves in the position of these savages, and understand their actions. In the case of this Fuegian, the possibility of such a sound as the report of a gun close to his ear could never have entered his mind. He perhaps literally did not for a second know whether it was a sound or a blow, and therefore very naturally rubbed his head. In a similar manner, when a savage sees a mark struck by a bullet, it may be some time before he is able at all to understand how it is effected; for the fact of a body being invisible from its velocity would perhaps be to him an idea totally inconceivable. Moreover, the extreme force of a bullet, that penetrates a hard substance without tearing it, may convince the savage that it has no force at all. Certainly I believe that many savages of the lowest grade, such as these of Tierra del Fuego, have seen objects struck, and even small animals killed by the musket, without being in the least aware how deadly an instrument it is.
At night, we unsuccessfully searched for an empty cove, and eventually had to camp near a group of natives. They were quite peaceful when there were only a few of them, but in the morning (21st), after being joined by others, they began to show signs of hostility, and we thought a confrontation might happen. A European faces significant challenges when dealing with savages like these, who have no understanding of the power of firearms. When a musket is aimed, to the savage, the person looks much weaker than someone wielding a bow and arrow, a spear, or even a sling. It's also hard to convey our superiority unless we inflict serious harm. Like wild animals, they don’t seem to factor in numbers; if one is attacked, instead of fleeing, they will try to crush your skull with a stone, just as a tiger would in a similar situation. Captain Fitz Roy once, for understandable reasons, wanted to scare away a small group. He first waved a cutlass at them, and they just laughed. Then he fired his pistol twice near a native. The man looked shocked both times and quickly rubbed his head. After staring for a while and chattering to his friends, he never seemed to think about escaping. It's difficult for us to put ourselves in the shoes of these savages and make sense of their behavior. In the case of this Fuegian, the possibility of the sound of a gun going off close by would never have crossed his mind. He probably didn’t even know for a moment whether it was a sound or a blow, which is why he naturally rubbed his head. Similarly, when a savage sees where a bullet struck, it might take them a while to understand how it happened at all; the idea of an object being invisible due to its speed could be completely beyond their comprehension. Additionally, the fact that a bullet can penetrate a hard object without ripping it apart might lead the savage to believe it possesses no force at all. I really think that many savages at the lowest levels, like those in Tierra del Fuego, have witnessed objects being hit and even small animals being killed by a musket without realizing how lethal it really is.
22nd.—After having passed an unmolested night, in what would appear to be neutral territory between Jemmy's tribe and the people whom we saw yesterday, we sailed pleasantly along. I do not know anything which shows more clearly the hostile state of the different tribes, than these wide border or neutral tracts. Although Jemmy Button well knew the force of our party, he was, at first, unwilling to land amidst the hostile tribe nearest to his own. He often told us how the savage Oens men "when the leaf red," crossed the mountains from the eastern coast of Tierra del Fuego, and made inroads on the natives of this part of the country. It was most curious to watch him when thus talking, and see his eyes gleaming and his whole face assume a new and wild expression. As we proceeded along the Beagle Channel, the scenery assumed a peculiar and very magnificent character; but the effect was much lessened from the lowness of the point of view in a boat, and from looking along the valley, and thus losing all the beauty of a succession of ridges. The mountains were here about three thousand feet high, and terminated in sharp and jagged points. They rose in one unbroken sweep from the water's edge, and were covered to the height of fourteen or fifteen hundred feet by the dusky-coloured forest. It was most curious to observe, as far as the eye could range, how level and truly horizontal the line on the mountain side was, at which trees ceased to grow: it precisely resembled the high-water mark of drift-weed on a sea-beach.
22nd.—After having spent a peaceful night in what seemed like neutral territory between Jemmy's tribe and the people we saw yesterday, we sailed along pleasantly. Nothing illustrates the hostile state of the different tribes more clearly than these wide border or neutral areas. Although Jemmy Button knew well how strong our group was, he was initially reluctant to land near the hostile tribe closest to his own. He often told us how the savage Oens men "when the leaf red," crossed the mountains from the eastern coast of Tierra del Fuego and attacked the natives in this part of the country. It was fascinating to watch him talk about this, as his eyes lit up and his whole face took on a wild expression. As we continued along the Beagle Channel, the scenery took on a unique and magnificent character; however, the effect was diminished by the low perspective from the boat and by looking down the valley, which obscured the beauty of the series of ridges. The mountains here were about three thousand feet high, ending in sharp and jagged points. They rose straight up from the water's edge and were covered to a height of fourteen or fifteen hundred feet by dark-colored forest. It was interesting to see how level and perfectly horizontal the line on the mountainside was, where trees stopped growing: it looked exactly like the high-water mark of driftwood on a beach.
At night we slept close to the junction of Ponsonby Sound with the Beagle Channel. A small family of Fuegians, who were living in the cove, were quiet and inoffensive, and soon joined our party round a blazing fire. We were well clothed, and though sitting close to the fire were far from too warm; yet these naked savages, though further off, were observed, to our great surprise, to be streaming with perspiration at undergoing such a roasting. They seemed, however, very well pleased, and all joined in the chorus of the seamen's songs: but the manner in which they were invariably a little behindhand was quite ludicrous.
At night, we slept near where Ponsonby Sound meets the Beagle Channel. A small family of Fuegians living in the cove was quiet and friendly, and soon joined our group around a roaring fire. We were dressed warmly, and even though we were sitting close to the fire, we didn't feel too warm; yet these naked people, even though they were further away, were surprisingly sweating from the heat. They seemed to really enjoy themselves, and they all sang along with the sailors' songs. However, the way they were always slightly out of sync was pretty funny.
During the night the news had spread, and early in the morning (23rd) a fresh party arrived, belonging to the Tekenika, or Jemmy's tribe. Several of them had run so fast that their noses were bleeding, and their mouths frothed from the rapidity with which they talked; and with their naked bodies all bedaubed with black, white, 101 and red, they looked like so many demoniacs who had been fighting. We then proceeded (accompanied by twelve canoes, each holding four or five people) down Ponsonby Sound to the spot where poor Jemmy expected to find his mother and relatives. He had already heard that his father was dead; but as he had had a "dream in his head" to that effect, he did not seem to care much about it, and repeatedly comforted himself with the very natural reflection—"Me no help it." He was not able to learn any particulars regarding his father's death, as his relations would not speak about it.
During the night, the news spread, and early in the morning (23rd), a new group showed up, belonging to the Tekenika, or Jemmy's tribe. Some of them had run so fast that their noses were bleeding and their mouths were frothing from the speed at which they talked; with their naked bodies smeared in black, white, 101, and red, they looked like a bunch of crazed fighters. We then set off (accompanied by twelve canoes, each carrying four or five people) down Ponsonby Sound to the place where poor Jemmy hoped to find his mother and relatives. He had already heard that his father was dead; however, since he had had a "dream in his head" about it, he didn't seem too bothered, repeatedly comforting himself with the very natural thought—"Me no help it." He couldn't get any details about his father's death because his relatives wouldn't talk about it.
Jemmy was now in a district well known to him, and guided the boats to a quiet pretty cove named Woollya, surrounded by islets, every one of which and every point had its proper native name. We found here a family of Jemmy's tribe, but not his relations: we made friends with them; and in the evening they sent a canoe to inform Jemmy's mother and brothers. The cove was bordered by some acres of good sloping land, not covered (as elsewhere) either by peat or by forest-trees. Captain Fitz Roy originally intended, as before stated, to have taken York Minster and Fuegia to their own tribe on the west coast; but as they expressed a wish to remain here, and as the spot was singularly favourable, Captain Fitz Roy determined to settle here the whole party, including Matthews, the missionary. Five days were spent in building for them three large wigwams, in landing their goods, in digging two gardens, and sowing seeds.
Jemmy was now in a district he knew well and led the boats to a quiet, beautiful cove called Woollya, surrounded by small islands, each with its own native name. We found a family from Jemmy's tribe here, but they weren't his relatives; we became friends with them, and in the evening, they sent a canoe to inform Jemmy's mother and brothers. The cove was lined with several acres of good sloping land, unlike other places that were covered in peat or forest. Captain Fitz Roy had originally planned to take York Minster and Fuegia back to their tribe on the west coast, but since they wanted to stay here and the location was particularly favorable, Captain Fitz Roy decided to settle the whole group here, including Matthews, the missionary. We spent five days building three large wigwams for them, unloading their supplies, digging two gardens, and planting seeds.
The next morning after our arrival (the 24th) the Fuegians began to pour in, and Jemmy's mother and brothers arrived. Jemmy recognised the stentorian voice of one of his brothers at a prodigious distance. The meeting was less interesting than that between a horse, turned out into a field, when he joins an old companion. There was no demonstration of affection; they simply stared for a short time at each other; and the mother immediately went to look after her canoe. We heard, however, through York that the mother has been inconsolable for the loss of Jemmy and had searched everywhere for him, thinking that he might have been left after having been taken in the boat. The women took much notice of and were very kind to Fuegia. We had already perceived that Jemmy had almost forgotten his own language. I should think there was scarcely another human being with so small a stock of language, for his English was very imperfect. It was laughable, but almost pitiable, to hear him speak to his wild brother in English, and then ask him in Spanish ("no sabe?") whether he did not understand him.
The next morning after we arrived (the 24th), the Fuegians started streaming in, and Jemmy's mother and brothers showed up. Jemmy recognized the loud voice of one of his brothers from a long way off. The reunion was less exciting than when a horse, released into a field, reunites with an old friend. There were no displays of affection; they just stared at each other for a moment, and then the mother immediately went to check on her canoe. However, we learned from York that she had been heartbroken over Jemmy's disappearance and had searched everywhere for him, thinking he might have been left behind after being taken on the boat. The women were very attentive and kind to Fuegia. We had already noticed that Jemmy had nearly forgotten his own language. I would guess there’s hardly another person with such a limited vocabulary, as his English was quite broken. It was both funny and a little sad to hear him speaking to his wild brother in English, then asking him in Spanish ("no sabe?") if he didn’t understand him.
Everything went on peaceably during the three next days whilst the gardens were digging and wigwams building. We estimated the number of natives at about one hundred and twenty. The women worked hard, whilst the men lounged about all day long, watching us. They asked for everything they saw, and stole what they could. They were delighted at our dancing and singing, and were particularly interested at seeing us wash in a neighbouring brook; they did not pay much attention to anything else, not even to our boats. Of all the things which York saw, during his absence from his country, nothing seems more to have astonished him than an ostrich, near Maldonado: breathless with astonishment he came running to Mr. Bynoe, with whom he was out walking—"Oh, Mr. Bynoe, oh, bird all same horse!" Much as our white skins surprised the natives, by Mr. Low's account a negro-cook to a sealing vessel, did so more effectually, and the poor fellow was so mobbed and shouted at that he would never go on shore again. Everything went on so quietly that some of the officers and myself took long walks in the surrounding hills and woods. Suddenly, however, on the 27th, every woman and child disappeared. We were all uneasy at this, as neither York nor Jemmy could make out the cause. It was thought by some that they had been frightened by our cleaning and firing off our muskets on the previous evening; by others, that it was owing to offence taken by an old savage, who, when told to keep further off, had coolly spit in the sentry's face, and had then, by gestures acted over a sleeping Fuegian, plainly showed, as it was said, that he should like to cut up and eat our man. Captain Fitz Roy, to avoid the chance of an encounter, which would have been fatal to so many of the Fuegians, thought it advisable for us to sleep at a cove a few miles distant. Matthews, with his usual quiet fortitude (remarkable in a man apparently possessing little energy of character), determined to stay with the Fuegians, who evinced no alarm for themselves; and so we left them to pass their first awful night.
Everything went smoothly over the next three days while the gardens were being dug and the wigwams were built. We estimated the number of locals to be about one hundred and twenty. The women worked hard, while the men lounged around all day, watching us. They asked for everything they noticed and took what they could. They were thrilled by our dancing and singing and were particularly fascinated when they saw us wash in a nearby brook; they didn’t pay much attention to anything else, not even our boats. Of everything York witnessed during his time away from home, nothing seemed to shock him more than an ostrich near Maldonado: breathless with amazement, he ran to Mr. Bynoe, who was walking with him—"Oh, Mr. Bynoe, oh, bird just like a horse!" As much as our white skin surprised the locals, according to Mr. Low, a black cook from a sealing ship shocked them even more, and the poor guy was so overwhelmed and shouted at that he refused to go ashore again. Everything was so calm that some of the officers and I took long walks in the nearby hills and woods. Suddenly, on the 27th, every woman and child disappeared. We were all worried because neither York nor Jemmy could figure out why. Some thought they might have been scared by our cleaning and firing our muskets the night before; others believed it was because of an incident with an old savage who, when told to keep his distance, spat in the sentry's face and, through gestures mimicking a sleeping Fuegian, made it clear he wanted to cut up and eat our man. To avoid the possibility of a deadly confrontation for the Fuegians, Captain Fitz Roy thought it best for us to sleep at a cove a few miles away. Matthews, with his usual quiet resolve (which was surprising in a man who seemed to have little energy), decided to stay with the Fuegians, who showed no fear for themselves; so we left them to spend their first terrifying night.
On our return in the morning (28th) we were delighted to find all quiet, and the men employed in their canoes spearing fish. Captain Fitz Roy determined to send the yawl and one whale-boat back to the ship; and to proceed with the two other boats, one under his own command (in which he most kindly allowed me to accompany him), and one under Mr. Hammond, to survey the western parts of the Beagle Channel, and afterwards to return and visit the settlement. The day to our astonishment was overpoweringly hot, so that our skins were scorched: with this beautiful weather, the view in the middle of the Beagle Channel was very remarkable. Looking towards either hand, no object intercepted the vanishing points of this long canal between the mountains. The circumstance of its being an arm of the sea was rendered very evident by several huge whales 102 spouting in different directions. On one occasion I saw two of these monsters, probably male and female, slowly swimming one after the other, within less than a stone's throw of the shore, over which the beech-tree extended its branches. We sailed on till it was dark, and then pitched our tents in a quiet creek. The greatest luxury was to find for our beds a beach of pebbles, for they were dry and yielded to the body. Peaty soil is damp; rock is uneven and hard; sand gets into one's meat, when cooked and eaten boat-fashion; but when lying in our blanket-bags, on a good bed of smooth pebbles, we passed most comfortable nights.
On our return in the morning (28th), we were happy to find everything quiet, and the men busy in their canoes catching fish. Captain Fitz Roy decided to send the yawl and one whale boat back to the ship, and to continue with the other two boats, one under his command (where he kindly let me join him), and one under Mr. Hammond, to survey the western parts of the Beagle Channel, and then return to visit the settlement. To our surprise, the day was extremely hot, leaving us sunburned: with the beautiful weather, the view in the middle of the Beagle Channel was stunning. Looking in either direction, nothing obstructed the horizon of this long channel between the mountains. The fact that it was an arm of the sea was clearly shown by several huge whales 102 spouting in different directions. At one point, I saw two of these creatures, likely male and female, slowly swimming one after the other, less than a stone's throw from the shore, where the beech trees spread their branches. We sailed on until it got dark, and then set up our tents in a quiet creek. The best part was finding a beach of pebbles for our beds, as they were dry and comfortable. Peaty soil is damp; rock is uneven and hard; sand gets into your food when you cook and eat in a boat; but when we lay in our sleeping bags on a nice, smooth pebble bed, we had the most comfortable nights.
It was my watch till one o'clock. There is something very solemn in these scenes. At no time does the consciousness in what a remote corner of the world you are then standing, come so strongly before the mind. Everything tends to this effect; the stillness of the night is interrupted only by the heavy breathing of the seamen beneath the tents, and sometimes by the cry of a night-bird. The occasional barking of a dog, heard in the distance, reminds one that it is the land of the savage.
It was my shift until one o'clock. There's something really serious about these moments. At no other time does the reality of how far away you are from everything hit you quite like this. Everything contributes to that feeling; the quiet of the night is broken only by the deep breathing of the sailors sleeping under the tents, and sometimes by the call of a night bird. The distant barking of a dog serves as a reminder that this is wild territory.
January 20th.—Early in the morning we arrived at the point where the Beagle Channel divides into two arms; and we entered the northern one. The scenery here becomes even grander than before. The lofty mountains on the north side compose the granitic axis, or backbone of the country and boldly rise to a height of between three and four thousand feet, with one peak above six thousand feet. They are covered by a wide mantle of perpetual snow, and numerous cascades pour their waters, through the woods, into the narrow channel below. In many parts, magnificent glaciers extend from the mountain side to the water's edge. It is scarcely possible to imagine anything more beautiful than the beryl-like blue of these glaciers, and especially as contrasted with the dead white of the upper expanse of snow. The fragments which had fallen from the glacier into the water were floating away, and the channel with its icebergs presented, for the space of a mile, a miniature likeness of the Polar Sea. The boats being hauled on shore at our dinner-hour, we were admiring from the distance of half a mile a perpendicular cliff of ice, and were wishing that some more fragments would fall. At last, down came a mass with a roaring noise, and immediately we saw the smooth outline of a wave travelling towards us. The men ran down as quickly as they could to the boats; for the chance of their being dashed to pieces was evident. One of the seamen just caught hold of the bows, as the curling breaker reached it: he was knocked over and over, but not hurt, and the boats though thrice lifted on high and let fall again, received no damage. This was most fortunate for us, for we were a hundred miles distant from the ship, and we should have been left without provisions or fire-arms. I had previously observed that some large fragments of rock on the beach had been lately displaced; but until seeing this wave, I did not understand the cause. One side of the creek was formed by a spur of mica-slate; the head by a cliff of ice about forty feet high; and the other side by a promontory fifty feet high, built up of huge rounded fragments of granite and mica-slate, out of which old trees were growing. This promontory was evidently a moraine, heaped up at a period when the glacier had greater dimensions.
January 20th.—Early in the morning, we reached the point where the Beagle Channel splits into two arms and entered the northern one. The scenery here is even more impressive than before. The tall mountains on the north side form the granitic backbone of the country and rise boldly to heights between three and four thousand feet, with one peak exceeding six thousand feet. They're covered with a wide blanket of permanent snow, and numerous waterfalls cascade through the woods into the narrow channel below. In many areas, magnificent glaciers stretch from the mountains to the water's edge. It's hard to imagine anything more beautiful than the beryl-blue of these glaciers, especially in contrast to the pure white of the upper snow. Ice fragments that have fallen from the glacier are floating away, and for about a mile, the channel with its icebergs looks like a miniature version of the Polar Sea. While the boats were being hauled ashore during our lunch break, we admired, from half a mile away, a vertical cliff of ice, wishing for more fragments to fall. Finally, a large piece came crashing down, making a loud roar, and we immediately saw the smooth outline of a wave heading toward us. The men ran as quickly as they could to the boats, knowing that they could easily be smashed. One of the sailors managed to grab the bow just as the wave hit it: he was tossed around, but miraculously unharmed, and although the boats were lifted high and dropped, they sustained no damage. This was very lucky for us since we were a hundred miles from the ship, and we would have been left without supplies or firearms. I had previously noticed that some large rocks on the beach had recently shifted, but I didn’t understand the cause until I saw this wave. One side of the creek was formed by a spur of mica-slate; the head by a cliff of ice about forty feet high; and the other side by a promontory fifty feet high, made up of huge rounded fragments of granite and mica-slate, from which old trees were growing. This promontory was clearly a moraine, built up when the glacier was much larger.
When we reached the western mouth of this northern branch of the Beagle Channel, we sailed amongst many unknown desolate islands, and the weather was wretchedly bad. We met with no natives. The coast was almost everywhere so steep, that we had several times to pull many miles before we could find space enough to pitch our two tents: one night we slept on large round boulders, with putrefying sea-weed between them; and when the tide rose, we had to get up and move our blanket-bags. The farthest point westward which we reached was Stewart Island, a distance of about one hundred and fifty miles from our ship. We returned into the Beagle Channel by the southern arm, and thence proceeded, with no adventure, back to Ponsonby Sound.
When we arrived at the western entrance of the northern branch of the Beagle Channel, we sailed among many unknown, desolate islands, and the weather was terrible. We didn't encounter any locals. The coastline was so steep almost everywhere that we often had to travel for miles to find enough space to set up our two tents. One night, we slept on large round boulders, with rotting seaweed between them; and when the tide came in, we had to get up and move our sleeping bags. The furthest point west we reached was Stewart Island, about one hundred and fifty miles from our ship. We returned to the Beagle Channel via the southern arm and then made our way back to Ponsonby Sound without any incidents.
February 6th.—We arrived at Woollya. Matthews gave so bad an account of the conduct of the Fuegians, that Captain Fitz Roy determined to take him back to the Beagle; and ultimately he was left at New Zealand, where his brother was a missionary. From the time of our leaving, a regular system of plunder commenced; fresh parties of the natives kept arriving: York and Jemmy lost many things, and Matthews almost everything which had not been concealed underground. Every article seemed to have been torn up and divided by the natives. Matthews described the watch he was obliged always to keep as most harassing; night and day he was surrounded by the natives, who tried to tire him out by making an incessant noise close to his head. One day an old man, whom Matthews asked to leave his wigwam, immediately returned with a large stone in his hand: another day a whole party came armed with stones and stakes, and some of the younger men and Jemmy's brother were crying: Matthews met them with presents. Another party showed by signs that they wished to strip him naked and pluck all the hairs out of his face and body. I think we arrived just in time to save his life. Jemmy's relatives had been so vain and foolish, that they had showed to strangers their plunder, and their manner of obtaining it. It was quite melancholy leaving the three Fuegians with their savage countrymen; but it was a great comfort that they had no personal fears. York, being a powerful resolute man, was pretty sure to get on well, together with his wife Fuegia. Poor Jemmy looked rather disconsolate, and would then, I have little doubt, have been glad to have returned with us. His own brother had stolen many things from him; and as he remarked, "What fashion call that:" he abused his countrymen, "all bad men, no sabe (know) nothing" and, though I never heard him swear before, "damned fools." Our three Fuegians, though they had been only three years with civilized men, would, I am sure, have been glad to have retained their new habits; but this was obviously impossible. I fear it is more than doubtful, whether their visit will have been of any use to them.
February 6th.—We arrived at Woollya. Matthews gave such a bad report about the behavior of the Fuegians that Captain Fitz Roy decided to take him back to the Beagle; ultimately, he was left in New Zealand, where his brother was a missionary. From the moment we left, a consistent pattern of theft began; new groups of natives kept showing up: York and Jemmy lost many items, and Matthews nearly lost everything that hadn't been hidden underground. Every single item seemed to have been taken apart and divided by the natives. Matthews described the constant watch he had to keep as extremely stressful; he was surrounded day and night by the natives, who tried to wear him down with a nonstop racket right next to his head. One day, an old man whom Matthews asked to leave his hut came back immediately with a large stone in his hand. Another day, a large group arrived armed with stones and sticks, and some of the younger men and Jemmy's brother were crying. Matthews faced them with gifts. Another group signaled that they wanted to strip him naked and pull all the hair out of his face and body. I think we arrived just in time to save his life. Jemmy's relatives had been so vain and foolish that they had shown strangers their stolen goods and how they got them. It was really sad to leave the three Fuegians with their savage countrymen; but it was a relief that they had no personal fears. York, being a strong and determined man, was likely to be okay, along with his wife Fuegia. Poor Jemmy looked quite downcast, and I have little doubt he would have been happy to come back with us. His own brother had stolen many things from him; as he put it, "What kind of style is that:" he criticized his countrymen, calling them "all bad men, no sabe (know) nothing," and though I had never heard him curse before, he said "damned fools." Our three Fuegians, even though they had only been with civilized people for three years, would surely have been glad to keep their new habits; but this was clearly impossible. I'm afraid it's very doubtful whether their visit will be of any benefit to them.
In the evening, with Matthews on board, we made sail back to the ship, not by the Beagle Channel, but by the southern coast. The boats were heavily laden and the sea rough, and we had a dangerous passage. By the evening of the 7th we were on board the Beagle after an absence of twenty days, during which time we had gone three hundred miles in the open boats. On the 11th, Captain Fitz Roy paid a visit by himself to the Fuegians and found them going on well; and that they had lost very few more things.
In the evening, with Matthews with us, we sailed back to the ship, not through the Beagle Channel, but along the southern coast. The boats were heavily loaded, and the sea was rough, making our journey quite dangerous. By the evening of the 7th, we were back on board the Beagle after being away for twenty days, during which we traveled three hundred miles in the open boats. On the 11th, Captain Fitz Roy visited the Fuegians alone and found that they were doing well; they had lost very few more belongings.
On the last day of February in the succeeding year (1834) the Beagle anchored in a beautiful little cove at the eastern entrance of the Beagle Channel. Captain Fitz Roy determined on the bold, and as it proved successful, attempt to beat against the westerly winds by the same route, which we had followed in the boats to the settlement at Woollya. We did not see many natives until we were near Ponsonby Sound, where we were followed by ten or twelve canoes. The natives did not at all understand the reason of our tacking, and, instead of meeting us at each tack, vainly strove to follow us in our zigzag course. I was amused at finding what a difference the circumstance of being quite superior in force made, in the interest of beholding these savages. While in the boats I got to hate the very sound of their voices, so much trouble did they give us. The first and last word was "yammerschooner." When, entering some quiet little cove, we have looked round and thought to pass a quiet night, the odious word "yammerschooner" has shrilly sounded from some gloomy nook, and then the little signal-smoke has curled up to spread the news far and wide. On leaving some place we have said to each other, "Thank heaven, we have at last fairly left these wretches!" when one more faint hallo from an all-powerful voice, heard at a prodigious distance, would reach our ears, and clearly could we distinguish—"yammerschooner." But now, the more Fuegians the merrier; and very merry work it was. Both parties laughing, wondering, gaping at each other; we pitying them, for giving us good fish and crabs for rags, etc.; they grasping at the chance of finding people so foolish as to exchange such splendid ornaments for a good supper. It was most amusing to see the undisguised smile of satisfaction with which one young woman with her face painted black, tied several bits of scarlet cloth round her head with rushes. Her husband, who enjoyed the very universal privilege in this country of possessing two wives, evidently became jealous of all the attention paid to his young wife; and, after a consultation with his naked beauties, was paddled away by them.
On the last day of February the following year (1834), the Beagle anchored in a lovely little cove at the eastern entrance of the Beagle Channel. Captain Fitz Roy decided to boldly, and as it turned out successfully, sail against the westerly winds by the same route we had taken in the boats to the settlement at Woollya. We didn’t see many natives until we were near Ponsonby Sound, where about ten or twelve canoes followed us. The natives didn’t understand why we were tacking, and instead of meeting us at each turn, they tried in vain to follow us in our zigzag path. I was amused to realize how much being in a stronger position changed my perspective on these people. While in the boats, I had come to dread the sound of their voices because they caused us so much trouble. The first and last word we heard was "yammerschooner." When we entered some quiet little cove, we’d look around thinking we’d have a peaceful night, only to hear the annoying word "yammerschooner" shriek from some dark corner, and soon, a little signal smoke would rise to spread the news. When we left a place, we’d say to each other, "Thank goodness, we’ve finally left these wretches!" only for one more faint shout from a powerful voice, heard from a great distance, to reach our ears, clearly saying—"yammerschooner." But now, the more Fuegians, the merrier; and it was so much fun. Both sides were laughing, curious, and staring at each other; we felt sorry for them for trading us good fish and crabs for rags, while they were seizing the opportunity to find people foolish enough to exchange such beautiful items for a good meal. It was really amusing to see the genuine smile of satisfaction on the face of a young woman painted black as she tied several pieces of red cloth around her head with rushes. Her husband, enjoying the common privilege in this country of having two wives, clearly became jealous of all the attention on his young wife and, after conferring with his naked beauties, paddled away with them.
Some of the Fuegians plainly showed that they had a fair notion of barter. I gave one man a large nail (a most valuable present) without making any signs for a return; but he immediately picked out two fish, and handed them up on the point of his spear. If any present was designed for one canoe, and it fell near another, it was invariably given to the right owner. The Fuegian boy, whom Mr. Low had on board showed, by going into the most violent passion, that he quite understood the reproach of being called a liar, which in truth he was. We were this time, as on all former occasions, much surprised at the little notice, or rather none whatever, which was taken of many things, the use of which must have been evident to the natives. Simple circumstances—such as the beauty of scarlet cloth or blue beads, the absence of women, our care in washing ourselves,—excited their admiration far more than any grand or complicated object, such as our ship. Bougainville has well remarked concerning these people, that they treat the "chefs d'oeuvre de l'industrie humaine, comme ils traitent les loix de la nature et ses phenomenes."
Some of the Fuegians clearly understood the concept of bartering. I gave one man a large nail (which was a very valuable gift) without expecting anything in return; but he immediately selected two fish and offered them to me on the tip of his spear. If a gift was meant for one canoe but landed near another, it was always returned to the rightful owner. The Fuegian boy, who was on board with Mr. Low, showed his deep anger when he was accused of being a liar, which he indeed was. We were, as on all previous occasions, quite surprised by the lack of attention, or rather complete indifference, shown towards many things that must have been obvious to the natives. Simple things—like the beauty of red cloth or blue beads, the absence of women, and our efforts to stay clean—captivated them far more than any impressive or complicated object, like our ship. Bougainville aptly noted about these people that they treat "the masterpieces of human industry as they treat the laws of nature and its phenomena."
On the 5th of March, we anchored in a cove at Woollya, but we saw not a soul there. We were alarmed at this, for the natives in Ponsonby Sound showed by gestures, that there had been fighting; and we afterwards heard that the dreaded Oens men had made a descent. Soon a canoe, with a little flag flying, was seen approaching, with one of the men in it washing the paint off his face. This man was poor Jemmy,—now a thin, haggard savage, with long disordered hair, and naked, except a bit of blanket round his waist. We did not recognize him till he was close to us, for he was ashamed of himself, and turned his back to the ship. We had left him plump, fat, clean, and well-dressed;—I never saw so complete and grievous a change. As soon, however, as he was clothed, and the first flurry was over, things wore a good appearance. He dined with Captain Fitz Roy, and ate his dinner as tidily as formerly. He told us that he had "too much" (meaning enough) to eat, that he was not cold, that his relations were very good people, and that he did not wish to go back to England: in the evening we found out the cause of this great change in Jemmy's feelings, in the arrival of his young and nice-looking wife. With his usual good feeling he brought two beautiful otter-skins for two of his best friends, and some spear-heads and arrows made with his own hands for the Captain. He said he had built a canoe for himself, and he boasted that he could talk a little of his own language! But it is a most singular fact, that he appears to have taught all his tribe some English: an old man spontaneously announced "Jemmy Button's wife." Jemmy had lost all his property. He told us that York Minster had built a large canoe, and with his wife Fuegia, 103 had several months since gone to his own country, and had taken farewell by an act of consummate villainy; he persuaded Jemmy and his mother to come with him, and then on the way deserted them by night, stealing every article of their property.
On March 5th, we anchored in a cove at Woollya, but there wasn't a soul in sight. This worried us because the locals at Ponsonby Sound had gestured that there had been fighting; later, we learned that the feared Oens had attacked. Soon, we spotted a canoe with a small flag approaching, and one of the men in it was washing the paint off his face. This man was poor Jemmy—now a thin, haggard figure with long, messy hair, and dressed only in a piece of blanket around his waist. We didn't recognize him until he got close because he was embarrassed and had his back turned to the ship. We had last seen him plump, healthy, clean, and well-dressed; it was a shocking and sad change. However, once he was dressed and the initial shock wore off, things looked much better. He dined with Captain Fitz Roy and ate his meal as neatly as before. He told us he had "too much" (meaning enough) to eat, that he wasn't cold, that his family were very good people, and that he didn’t want to go back to England. In the evening, we discovered the reason for this major change in Jemmy's attitude—his young and attractive wife had arrived. True to form, he brought two beautiful otter skins for two of his best friends and some spearheads and arrows he had made for the Captain. He said he had built a canoe for himself and even claimed he could speak a little of his own language! Strangely, he seemed to have taught his entire tribe some English: an elderly man spontaneously declared, "Jemmy Button's wife." Jemmy had lost all his possessions. He told us that York Minster had built a large canoe and, with his wife Fuegia, had left for his own country several months earlier, saying goodbye in a truly treacherous way; he convinced Jemmy and his mother to join him, then abandoned them during the night, stealing all their belongings.
Jemmy went to sleep on shore, and in the morning returned, and remained on board till the ship got under way, which frightened his wife, who continued crying violently till he got into his canoe. He returned loaded with valuable property. Every soul on board was heartily sorry to shake hands with him for the last time. I do not now doubt that he will be as happy as, perhaps happier than, if he had never left his own country. Every one must sincerely hope that Captain Fitz Roy's noble hope may be fulfilled, of being rewarded for the many generous sacrifices which he made for these Fuegians, by some shipwrecked sailor being protected by the descendants of Jemmy Button and his tribe! When Jemmy reached the shore, he lighted a signal fire, and the smoke curled up, bidding us a last and long farewell, as the ship stood on her course into the open sea.
Jemmy went to sleep on the shore and returned in the morning, staying on board until the ship set sail, which caused his wife to be very upset and cry until he got into his canoe. He came back with valuable items. Everyone on board felt really sad to say goodbye to him one last time. I don’t doubt that he will be just as happy, maybe even happier, than if he had never left his home country. Everyone truly hopes that Captain Fitz Roy's noble desire will come true, being rewarded for the many generous sacrifices he made for these Fuegians, by a shipwrecked sailor being helped by the descendants of Jemmy Button and his tribe! When Jemmy got to the shore, he lit a signal fire, and the smoke rose up, bidding us a final and long farewell as the ship sailed into the open sea.
The perfect equality among the individuals composing the Fuegian tribes must for a long time retard their civilization. As we see those animals, whose instinct compels them to live in society and obey a chief, are most capable of improvement, so is it with the races of mankind. Whether we look at it as a cause or a consequence, the more civilized always have the most artificial governments. For instance, the inhabitants of Otaheite, who, when first discovered, were governed by hereditary kings, had arrived at a far higher grade than another branch of the same people, the New Zealanders,—who, although benefited by being compelled to turn their attention to agriculture, were republicans in the most absolute sense. In Tierra del Fuego, until some chief shall arise with power sufficient to secure any acquired advantage, such as the domesticated animals, it seems scarcely possible that the political state of the country can be improved. At present, even a piece of cloth given to one is torn into shreds and distributed; and no one individual becomes richer than another. On the other hand, it is difficult to understand how a chief can arise till there is property of some sort by which he might manifest his superiority and increase his power.
The perfect equality among the people of the Fuegian tribes will likely slow their progress toward civilization for a long time. Just as we see that animals, whose instincts drive them to live in groups and follow a leader, are more capable of improvement, the same applies to human races. Whether we see this as a cause or an effect, the more civilized societies tend to have more complex governments. For example, the residents of Tahiti, who were initially ruled by hereditary kings when first discovered, had achieved a much higher level of development than another branch of the same people, the New Zealanders—who, while benefiting from the need to focus on agriculture, were republicans in the strictest sense. In Tierra del Fuego, it seems nearly impossible to improve the political situation until a chief emerges with enough power to secure advantages, like domesticated animals. Right now, even a piece of cloth given to one person is ripped into shreds and shared, and no individual becomes richer than another. On the other hand, it’s hard to see how a chief could emerge unless there is some form of property that allows him to show his superiority and increase his authority.
I believe, in this extreme part of South America, man exists in a lower state of improvement than in any other part of the world. The South Sea Islanders, of the two races inhabiting the Pacific, are comparatively civilized. The Esquimau in his subterranean hut, enjoys some of the comforts of life, and in his canoe, when fully equipped, manifests much skill. Some of the tribes of Southern Africa prowling about in search of roots, and living concealed on the wild and arid plains, are sufficiently wretched. The Australian, in the simplicity of the arts of life, comes nearest the Fuegian: he can, however, boast of his boomerang, his spear and throwing-stick, his method of climbing trees, of tracking animals, and of hunting. Although the Australian may be superior in acquirements, it by no means follows that he is likewise superior in mental capacity: indeed, from what I saw of the Fuegians when on board and from what I have read of the Australians, I should think the case was exactly the reverse.
I believe that in this remote part of South America, people are less developed than anywhere else in the world. The South Sea Islanders, among the two groups living in the Pacific, are relatively civilized. The Eskimo, in his underground home, enjoys some comforts of life, and in his fully equipped canoe, shows a lot of skill. Some tribes in Southern Africa, wandering around searching for roots and living hidden on the wild, dry plains, are quite miserable. The Australian, with his basic survival skills, is closest to the Fuegian; however, he can brag about his boomerang, spear, throwing stick, ability to climb trees, track animals, and hunt. Even though the Australian might be better at these skills, it doesn’t mean he’s mentally superior: in fact, based on what I observed of the Fuegians while on board and what I’ve read about the Australians, I would think the opposite is true.
CHAPTER XI — STRAIT OF MAGELLAN.—CLIMATE OF THE SOUTHERN COASTS
Strait of Magellan—Port Famine—Ascent of Mount Tarn—Forests—Edible Fungus—Zoology—Great Sea-weed—Leave Tierra del Fuego—Climate—Fruit-trees and Productions of the Southern Coasts—Height of Snow-line on the Cordillera—Descent of Glaciers to the Sea—Icebergs formed—Transportal of Boulders—Climate and Productions of the Antarctic Islands—Preservation of Frozen Carcasses—Recapitulation.
Strait of Magellan—Port Famine—Climbing Mount Tarn—Forests—Edible Mushrooms—Wildlife—Large Seaweed—Leaving Tierra del Fuego—Weather—Fruit trees and Products of the Southern Coasts—Elevation of the Snow-line on the Cordillera—Glaciers Reaching the Sea—Formation of Icebergs—Transport of Boulders—Climate and Products of the Antarctic Islands—Preservation of Frozen Corpses—Summary.
IN THE end of May, 1834, we entered for a second time the eastern mouth of the Strait of Magellan. The country on both sides of this part of the Strait consists of nearly level plains, like those of Patagonia. Cape Negro, a little within the second Narrows, may be considered as the point where the land begins to assume the marked features of Tierra del Fuego. On the east coast, south of the Strait, broken park-like scenery in a like manner connects these two countries, which are opposed to each other in almost every feature. It is truly surprising to find in a space of twenty miles such a change in the landscape. If we take a rather greater distance, as between Port Famine and Gregory Bay, that is about sixty miles, the difference is still more wonderful. At the former place, we have rounded mountains concealed by impervious forests, which are drenched with the rain, brought by an endless succession of gales; while at Cape Gregory, there is a clear and bright blue sky over the dry and sterile plains. The atmospheric currents, 111 although rapid, turbulent, and unconfined by any apparent limits, yet seem to follow, like a river in its bed, a regularly determined course.
IN the end of May, 1834, we entered the eastern mouth of the Strait of Magellan for the second time. The land on both sides of this part of the Strait is mostly flat, similar to the plains of Patagonia. Cape Negro, just past the second Narrows, marks where the land starts to show the distinct characteristics of Tierra del Fuego. On the east coast, south of the Strait, the scenery is park-like, connecting these two contrasting regions, which differ in nearly every aspect. It's truly astonishing to see such a dramatic change in the landscape within just twenty miles. If we consider a larger distance, such as between Port Famine and Gregory Bay, which is about sixty miles apart, the contrast is even more remarkable. At Port Famine, we encounter rounded mountains hidden by dense forests soaked with rain from a relentless series of storms, while at Cape Gregory, the sky is clear and bright blue over the dry and barren plains. The atmospheric currents, 111 despite being fast, turbulent, and seemingly without boundaries, appear to follow a definite path, much like a river in its channel.
During our previous visit (in January), we had an interview at Cape Gregory with the famous so-called gigantic Patagonians, who gave us a cordial reception. Their height appears greater than it really is, from their large guanaco mantles, their long flowing hair, and general figure: on an average, their height is about six feet, with some men taller and only a few shorter; and the women are also tall; altogether they are certainly the tallest race which we anywhere saw. In features they strikingly resemble the more northern Indians whom I saw with Rosas, but they have a wilder and more formidable appearance: their faces were much painted with red and black, and one man was ringed and dotted with white like a Fuegian. Captain Fitz Roy offered to take any three of them on board, and all seemed determined to be of the three. It was long before we could clear the boat; at last we got on board with our three giants, who dined with the Captain, and behaved quite like gentlemen, helping themselves with knives, forks, and spoons: nothing was so much relished as sugar. This tribe has had so much communication with sealers and whalers that most of the men can speak a little English and Spanish; and they are half civilized, and proportionally demoralized.
During our last visit (in January), we had an interview at Cape Gregory with the famous so-called giant Patagonians, who welcomed us warmly. They appear taller than they actually are because of their large guanaco cloaks, long flowing hair, and overall build: on average, they are about six feet tall, with some men being taller and only a few shorter; the women are also tall; overall, they are certainly the tallest people we've ever seen. In terms of features, they closely resemble the northern Indians I saw with Rosas, but they have a wilder and more intimidating look: their faces were heavily painted with red and black, and one man was decorated with rings and dots in white like a Fuegian. Captain Fitz Roy offered to take any three of them on board, and all seemed eager to be those three. It took us a while to clear the boat; eventually, we managed to get on board with our three giants, who dined with the Captain and acted like true gentlemen, serving themselves with knives, forks, and spoons: they enjoyed sugar the most. This tribe has interacted so much with sealers and whalers that most of the men can speak a bit of English and Spanish; they are semi-civilized and, as a result, somewhat demoralized.
The next morning a large party went on shore, to barter for skins and ostrich-feathers; fire-arms being refused, tobacco was in greatest request, far more so than axes or tools. The whole population of the toldos, men, women, and children, were arranged on a bank. It was an amusing scene, and it was impossible not to like the so-called giants, they were so thoroughly good-humoured and unsuspecting: they asked us to come again. They seem to like to have Europeans to live with them; and old Maria, an important woman in the tribe, once begged Mr. Low to leave any one of his sailors with them. They spend the greater part of the year here; but in summer they hunt along the foot of the Cordillera: sometimes they travel as far as the Rio Negro 750 miles to the north. They are well stocked with horses, each man having, according to Mr. Low, six or seven, and all the women, and even children, their one own horse. In the time of Sarmiento (1580), these Indians had bows and arrows, now long since disused; they then also possessed some horses. This is a very curious fact, showing the extraordinarily rapid multiplication of horses in South America. The horse was first landed at Buenos Ayres in 1537, and the colony being then for a time deserted, the horse ran wild; 112 in 1580, only forty-three years afterwards, we hear of them at the Strait of Magellan! Mr. Low informs me, that a neighbouring tribe of foot-Indians is now changing into horse-Indians: the tribe at Gregory Bay giving them their worn-out horses, and sending in winter a few of their best skilled men to hunt for them.
The next morning, a large group went ashore to trade for skins and ostrich feathers; since firearms were not accepted, tobacco was the most in demand, far more so than axes or tools. The entire community of toldos—men, women, and children—was gathered on a bank. It was a lively scene, and it was hard not to like the so-called giants; they were so genuinely cheerful and trusting. They invited us to come back. They seemed to enjoy having Europeans live with them; old Maria, a respected woman in the tribe, once asked Mr. Low to leave one of his sailors with them. They spend most of the year in this area, but in the summer, they hunt along the foot of the Cordillera and sometimes travel as far as the Rio Negro, 750 miles to the north. They have a good number of horses, with each man owning, according to Mr. Low, six or seven, and all the women, even children, have their own horse. During Sarmiento's time (1580), these Indigenous people had bows and arrows, which are now long out of use; they also had some horses back then. This is a very interesting fact, highlighting the incredibly rapid growth of the horse population in South America. The horse was first brought to Buenos Aires in 1537, and after the colony was temporarily abandoned, the horses ran wild; 112 by 1580, just forty-three years later, we hear of them at the Strait of Magellan! Mr. Low tells me that a nearby tribe of foot-Indians is now transitioning to becoming horse-Indians: the tribe at Gregory Bay gives them their old horses and sends a few of their best hunters in winter to find more.
June 1st.—We anchored in the fine bay of Port Famine. It was now the beginning of winter, and I never saw a more cheerless prospect; the dusky woods, piebald with snow, could be only seen indistinctly, through a drizzling hazy atmosphere. We were, however, lucky in getting two fine days. On one of these, Mount Sarmiento, a distant mountain 6800 feet high, presented a very noble spectacle. I was frequently surprised in the scenery of Tierra del Fuego, at the little apparent elevation of mountains really lofty. I suspect it is owing to a cause which would not at first be imagined, namely, that the whole mass, from the summit to the water's edge, is generally in full view. I remember having seen a mountain, first from the Beagle Channel, where the whole sweep from the summit to the base was full in view, and then from Ponsonby Sound across several successive ridges; and it was curious to observe in the latter case, as each fresh ridge afforded fresh means of judging of the distance, how the mountain rose in height.
June 1st.—We anchored in the beautiful bay of Port Famine. It was the start of winter, and I had never seen a more bleak sight; the dark woods, speckled with snow, could only be seen faintly through a drizzly, hazy atmosphere. However, we were fortunate to have two nice days. On one of these days, Mount Sarmiento, a distant mountain 6,800 feet high, put on a stunning display. I was often surprised by the scenery of Tierra del Fuego, noticing how the mountains appeared less elevated than they actually were. I think this is because the entire mass, from the peak to the water's edge, is usually visible all at once. I remember seeing a mountain first from the Beagle Channel, where the full slope from the peak to the base was in view, and then from Ponsonby Sound across several ridges. It was interesting to see how, as each ridge provided a new perspective, the mountain seemed to rise higher.
Before reaching Port Famine, two men were seen running along the shore and hailing the ship. A boat was sent for them. They turned out to be two sailors who had run away from a sealing-vessel, and had joined the Patagonians. These Indians had treated them with their usual disinterested hospitality. They had parted company through accident, and were then proceeding to Port Famine in hopes of finding some ship. I dare say they were worthless vagabonds, but I never saw more miserable-looking ones. They had been living for some days on mussel-shells and berries, and their tattered clothes had been burnt by sleeping so near their fires. They had been exposed night and day, without any shelter, to the late incessant gales, with rain, sleet, and snow, and yet they were in good health.
Before reaching Port Famine, two men were spotted running along the shore and calling out to the ship. A boat was sent to pick them up. It turned out they were two sailors who had escaped from a sealing vessel and had joined the Patagonians. These Indians had treated them with their usual generous hospitality. They had gotten separated by accident and were now making their way to Port Famine in hopes of finding a ship. I’m sure they were nothing but worthless drifters, but I’ve never seen anyone look more miserable. They had been living for days on mussel shells and berries, and their ragged clothes were singed from sleeping too close to their fires. They had been exposed day and night, without any shelter, to the recent nonstop storms, along with rain, sleet, and snow, and yet they were in good health.
During our stay at Port Famine, the Fuegians twice came and plagued us. As there were many instruments, clothes, and men on shore, it was thought necessary to frighten them away. The first time a few great guns were fired, when they were far distant. It was most ludicrous to watch through a glass the Indians, as often as the shot struck the water, take up stones, and, as a bold defiance, throw them towards the ship, though about a mile and a half distant! A boat was sent with orders to fire a few musket-shots wide of them. The Fuegians hid themselves behind the trees, and for every discharge of the muskets they fired their arrows; all, however, fell short of the boat, and the officer as he pointed at them laughed. This made the Fuegians frantic with passion, and they shook their mantles in vain rage. At last, seeing the balls cut and strike the trees, they ran away, and we were left in peace and quietness. During the former voyage the Fuegians were here very troublesome, and to frighten them a rocket was fired at night over their wigwams; it answered effectually, and one of the officers told me that the clamour first raised, and the barking of the dogs, was quite ludicrous in contrast with the profound silence which in a minute or two afterwards prevailed. The next morning not a single Fuegian was in the neighbourhood.
During our stay at Port Famine, the Fuegians came and bothered us twice. Since there were many instruments, clothes, and men on shore, we thought it was necessary to scare them off. The first time, we fired a few big guns when they were far away. It was hilarious to watch through a telescope as the Indians picked up stones and threw them at the ship, even though it was about a mile and a half away! A boat was sent with orders to fire a few musket shots wide of them. The Fuegians hid behind trees, and for every time we fired our muskets, they shot their arrows; however, all of them fell short of the boat, and the officer laughed as he pointed at them. This made the Fuegians furious, and they shook their mantles in futile rage. Finally, seeing the bullets hit the trees, they ran off, leaving us in peace and quiet. During a previous voyage, the Fuegians were very troublesome here, and to scare them, a rocket was fired at night over their huts; it worked effectively, and one of the officers told me that the initial noise and barking of the dogs were really funny compared to the deep silence that followed a minute or two later. The next morning, there wasn't a single Fuegian in sight.
When the Beagle was here in the month of February, I started one morning at four o'clock to ascend Mount Tarn, which is 2600 feet high, and is the most elevated point in this immediate district. We went in a boat to the foot of the mountain (but unluckily not to the best part), and then began our ascent. The forest commences at the line of high-water mark, and during the first two hours I gave over all hopes of reaching the summit. So thick was the wood, that it was necessary to have constant recourse to the compass; for every landmark, though in a mountainous country, was completely shut out. In the deep ravines, the death-like scene of desolation exceeded all description; outside it was blowing a gale, but in these hollows, not even a breath of wind stirred the leaves of the tallest trees. So gloomy, cold, and wet was every part, that not even the fungi, mosses, or ferns could flourish. In the valleys it was scarcely possible to crawl along, they were so completely barricaded by great mouldering trunks, which had fallen down in every direction. When passing over these natural bridges, one's course was often arrested by sinking knee deep into the rotten wood; at other times, when attempting to lean against a firm tree, one was startled by finding a mass of decayed matter ready to fall at the slightest touch. We at last found ourselves among the stunted trees, and then soon reached the bare ridge, which conducted us to the summit. Here was a view characteristic of Tierra del Fuego; irregular chains of hills, mottled with patches of snow, deep yellowish-green valleys, and arms of the sea intersecting the land in many directions. The strong wind was piercingly cold, and the atmosphere rather hazy, so that we did not stay long on the top of the mountain. Our descent was not quite so laborious as our ascent, for the weight of the body forced a passage, and all the slips and falls were in the right direction.
When the Beagle arrived here in February, I set out one morning at four o'clock to climb Mount Tarn, which is 2,600 feet high and is the highest point in the area. We took a boat to the base of the mountain (but unfortunately not to the best spot), and then started our climb. The forest begins at the high-water mark, and during the first two hours, I lost all hope of reaching the summit. The trees were so dense that I had to rely on the compass constantly; every landmark, despite being in a mountainous region, was completely obscured. In the deep ravines, the scene of desolation was beyond description; outside, it was very windy, but in these hollows, not a single leaf on the tallest trees stirred. It was so gloomy, cold, and wet that not even fungi, mosses, or ferns could survive. In the valleys, it was nearly impossible to crawl because they were completely blocked by large, rotting trunks that had fallen in every direction. As we crossed these natural bridges, we often found ourselves sinking knee-deep into the decayed wood; at other times, when trying to lean against a sturdy tree, I was shocked to find a pile of rotten material ready to collapse at the slightest touch. Eventually, we found ourselves among the stunted trees and soon reached the bare ridge that led us to the summit. The view was characteristic of Tierra del Fuego: irregular chains of hills with patches of snow, deep yellowish-green valleys, and arms of the sea cutting through the land in many directions. The strong wind was biting cold and the atmosphere was a bit hazy, so we didn’t stay long at the top. Our descent was easier than our climb because the weight of our bodies helped push the way down, and all the slips and falls were in the right direction.
I have already mentioned the sombre and dull character of the evergreen forests, 113 in which two or three species of trees grow, to the exclusion of all others. Above the forest land, there are many dwarf alpine plants, which all spring from the mass of peat, and help to compose it: these plants are very remarkable from their close alliance with the species growing on the mountains of Europe, though so many thousand miles distant. The central part of Tierra del Fuego, where the clay-slate formation occurs, is most favourable to the growth of trees; on the outer coast the poorer granitic soil, and a situation more exposed to the violent winds, do not allow of their attaining any great size. Near Port Famine I have seen more large trees than anywhere else: I measured a Winter's Bark which was four feet six inches in girth, and several of the beech were as much as thirteen feet. Captain King also mentions a beech which was seven feet in diameter, seventeen feet above the roots.
I’ve already talked about the gloomy and unexciting nature of the evergreen forests, 113 where only two or three types of trees grow, leaving out all the others. Above the forest floor, there are many small alpine plants that come from the layer of peat and help make it up. These plants are notable for their close relationship with the species found on the mountains of Europe, even though they’re thousands of miles away. The central area of Tierra del Fuego, where the clay-slate formation exists, is particularly good for tree growth; however, on the outer coast, the poorer granitic soil and exposure to harsh winds prevent them from growing very large. Near Port Famine, I’ve seen more large trees than anywhere else: I measured a Winter's Bark that was four feet six inches around, and some of the beech trees were up to thirteen feet across. Captain King also notes a beech that was seven feet in diameter, seventeen feet above the roots.
There is one vegetable production deserving notice from its importance as an article of food to the Fuegians. It is a globular, bright-yellow fungus, which grows in vast numbers on the beech-trees. When young it is elastic and turgid, with
There is one vegetable that stands out for its significance as a food source for the Fuegians. It's a round, bright-yellow fungus that grows in large quantities on beech trees. When it's young, it's flexible and plump, with
a smooth surface; but when mature it shrinks, becomes tougher, and has its entire surface deeply pitted or honey-combed, as represented in the accompanying woodcut. This fungus belongs to a new and curious genus, 114 I found a second species on another species of beech in Chile: and Dr. Hooker informs me, that just lately a third species has been discovered on a third species of beech in Van Diernan's Land. How singular is this relationship between parasitical fungi and the trees on which they grow, in distant parts of the world! In Tierra del Fuego the fungus in its tough and mature state is collected in large quantities by the women and children, and is eaten un-cooked. It has a mucilaginous, slightly sweet taste, with a faint smell like that of a mushroom. With the exception of a few berries, chiefly of a dwarf arbutus, the natives eat no vegetable food besides this fungus. In New Zealand, before the introduction of the potato, the roots of the fern were largely consumed; at the present time, I believe, Tierra del Fuego is the only country in the world where a cryptogamic plant affords a staple article of food.
a smooth surface; but when it matures, it shrinks, becomes tougher, and its entire surface is deeply pitted or honeycombed, as shown in the accompanying illustration. This fungus belongs to a new and interesting genus, 114 I discovered a second species on another type of beech in Chile, and Dr. Hooker tells me that recently a third species has been found on a different beech in Van Diernan's Land. How unusual is this connection between parasitic fungi and the trees they grow on, even in far-off places! In Tierra del Fuego, the fungus in its tough and mature form is collected in large amounts by women and children and is eaten raw. It has a slimy, slightly sweet flavor and a faint smell similar to mushrooms. Aside from a few berries, mainly from a dwarf arbutus, the locals eat no other plant-based food besides this fungus. In New Zealand, before the potato was introduced, fern roots were widely consumed; currently, I believe Tierra del Fuego is the only place in the world where a cryptogamic plant serves as a staple food source.
The zoology of Tierra del Fuego, as might have been expected from the nature of its climate and vegetation, is very poor. Of mammalia, besides whales and seals, there is one bat, a kind of mouse (Reithrodon chinchilloides), two true mice, a ctenomys allied to or identical with the tucutuco, two foxes (Canis Magellanicus and C. Azarae), a sea-otter, the guanaco, and a deer. Most of these animals inhabit only the drier eastern parts of the country; and the deer has never been seen south of the Strait of Magellan. Observing the general correspondence of the cliffs of soft sandstone, mud, and shingle, on the opposite sides of the Strait, and on some intervening islands, one is strongly tempted to believe that the land was once joined, and thus allowed animals so delicate and helpless as the tucutuco and Reithrodon to pass over. The correspondence of the cliffs is far from proving any junction; because such cliffs generally are formed by the intersection of sloping deposits, which, before the elevation of the land, had been accumulated near the then existing shores. It is, however, a remarkable coincidence, that in the two large islands cut off by the Beagle Channel from the rest of Tierra del Fuego, one has cliffs composed of matter that may be called stratified alluvium, which front similar ones on the opposite side of the channel,—while the other is exclusively bordered by old crystalline rocks: in the former, called Navarin Island, both foxes and guanacos occur; but in the latter, Hoste Island, although similar in every respect, and only separated by a channel a little more than half a mile wide, I have the word of Jemmy Button for saying that neither of these animals are found.
The wildlife of Tierra del Fuego, which makes sense given its climate and vegetation, is quite sparse. Aside from whales and seals, there’s one bat, a type of mouse (Reithrodon chinchilloides), two true mice, a ctenomys that’s related to or possibly the same as the tucutuco, two foxes (Canis Magellanicus and C. Azarae), a sea otter, the guanaco, and a deer. Most of these animals only live in the drier eastern parts of the region, and the deer has never been spotted south of the Strait of Magellan. Noticing the similar cliffs made of soft sandstone, mud, and gravel on both sides of the Strait and on some nearby islands, it’s easy to think that the land used to be connected, which would have allowed more fragile animals like the tucutuco and Reithrodon to cross over. However, the similarity of the cliffs doesn’t necessarily prove that there was a connection; such cliffs usually form from the overlap of sloping deposits that were built up near the shores before the land was raised. Still, it’s an interesting coincidence that in the two large islands separated by the Beagle Channel from the rest of Tierra del Fuego, one has cliffs made of what can be described as layered alluvium that faces similar cliffs on the other side of the channel, while the other is entirely surrounded by old crystalline rocks. On the former, called Navarin Island, both foxes and guanacos are found; but on the latter, Hoste Island, which is almost identical and just a bit more than half a mile away, Jemmy Button has assured me that neither of these animals are present.
The gloomy woods are inhabited by few birds: occasionally the plaintive note of a white-tufted tyrant-flycatcher (Myiobius albiceps) may be heard, concealed near the summit of the most lofty trees; and more rarely the loud strange cry of a black wood-pecker, with a fine scarlet crest on its head. A little, dusky-coloured wren (Scytalopus Magellanicus) hops in a skulking manner among the entangled mass of the fallen and decaying trunks. But the creeper (Oxyurus tupinieri) is the commonest bird in the country. Throughout the beech forests, high up and low down, in the most gloomy, wet, and impenetrable ravines, it may be met with. This little bird no doubt appears more numerous than it really is, from its habit of following with seeming curiosity any person who enters these silent woods: continually uttering a harsh twitter, it flutters from tree to tree, within a few feet of the intruder's face. It is far from wishing for the modest concealment of the true creeper (Certhia familiaris); nor does it, like that bird, run up the trunks of trees, but industriously, after the manner of a willow-wren, hops about, and searches for insects on every twig and branch. In the more open parts, three or four species of finches, a thrush, a starling (or Icterus), two Opetiorhynchi, and several hawks and owls occur.
The dark woods have very few birds. Sometimes, you can hear the sad call of a white-tufted tyrant-flycatcher (Myiobius albiceps) hiding near the tops of the tallest trees, and even less often, the loud, strange cry of a black woodpecker with a striking scarlet crest on its head. A small, dark wren (Scytalopus Magellanicus) sneaks around among the tangled mass of fallen and decaying trunks. But the creeper (Oxyurus tupinieri) is the most common bird in the area. Throughout the beech forests, high and low, in the darkest, wettest, and most impenetrable ravines, you can find it. This little bird seems more abundant than it actually is because it follows anyone who enters these quiet woods out of apparent curiosity. Continually making a harsh twittering sound, it flits from tree to tree just a few feet away from the person's face. Unlike the shy true creeper (Certhia familiaris), it doesn’t try to hide; instead of climbing up tree trunks like that bird, it energetically hops around like a willow wren, searching for insects on every twig and branch. In the more open areas, you can spot three or four types of finches, a thrush, a starling (or Icterus), two Opetiorhynchi, along with several hawks and owls.
The absence of any species whatever in the whole class of Reptiles, is a marked feature in the zoology of this country, as well as in that of the Falkland Islands. I do not ground this statement merely on my own observation, but I heard it from the Spanish inhabitants of the latter place, and from Jemmy Button with regard to Tierra del Fuego. On the banks of the Santa Cruz, in 50 degs. south, I saw a frog; and it is not improbable that these animals, as well as lizards, may be found as far south as the Strait of Magellan, where the country retains the character of Patagonia; but within the damp and cold limit of Tierra del Fuego not one occurs. That the climate would not have suited some of the orders, such as lizards, might have been foreseen; but with respect to frogs, this was not so obvious.
The lack of any species in the entire class of Reptiles is a notable aspect of the wildlife in this country, as well as in the Falkland Islands. I'm not just basing this on my own observations; I heard it from the Spanish residents of the latter place and from Jemmy Button about Tierra del Fuego. Along the banks of the Santa Cruz, at 50 degrees south, I saw a frog, and it's likely that these animals, along with lizards, can be found as far south as the Strait of Magellan, where the region still resembles Patagonia. However, in the damp and cold areas of Tierra del Fuego, not a single one is present. While it would have been expected that some orders, like lizards, wouldn’t thrive in this climate, it wasn’t as clear regarding frogs.
Beetles occur in very small numbers: it was long before I could believe that a country as large as Scotland, covered with vegetable productions and with a variety of stations, could be so unproductive. The few which I found were alpine species (Harpalidae and Heteromidae) living under stones. The vegetable-feeding Chrysomelidae, so eminently characteristic of the Tropics, are here almost entirely absent; 115 I saw very few flies, butterflies, or bees, and no crickets or Orthoptera. In the pools of water I found but a few aquatic beetles, and not any fresh-water shells: Succinea at first appears an exception; but here it must be called a terrestrial shell, for it lives on the damp herbage far from the water. Land-shells could be procured only in the same alpine situations with the beetles. I have already contrasted the climate as well as the general appearance of Tierra del Fuego with that of Patagonia; and the difference is strongly exemplified in the entomology. I do not believe they have one species in common; certainly the general character of the insects is widely different.
Beetles show up in very small numbers: it took me a long time to believe that a country as vast as Scotland, filled with plant life and a variety of habitats, could be so unproductive. The few I found were alpine species (Harpalidae and Heteromidae) living under stones. The plant-eating Chrysomelidae, so common in the tropics, are almost entirely missing here; 115 I saw very few flies, butterflies, or bees, and no crickets or Orthoptera. In the ponds, I found only a few aquatic beetles and no freshwater shells: Succinea initially seems like an exception; but it must be considered a terrestrial shell here since it lives on damp grass far from the water. Land shells were only available in the same alpine areas as the beetles. I have already compared the climate and overall appearance of Tierra del Fuego with that of Patagonia; and the difference is clearly illustrated in the insect life. I don’t believe they share even one species in common; certainly, the overall characteristics of the insects are very different.
If we turn from the land to the sea, we shall find the latter as abundantly stocked with living creatures as the former is poorly so. In all parts of the world a rocky and partially protected shore perhaps supports, in a given space, a greater number of individual animals than any other station. There is one marine production which, from its importance, is worthy of a particular history. It is the kelp, or Macrocystis pyrifera. This plant grows on every rock from low-water mark to a great depth, both on the outer coast and within the channels. 116 I believe, during the voyages of the Adventure and Beagle, not one rock near the surface was discovered which was not buoyed by this floating weed. The good service it thus affords to vessels navigating near this stormy land is evident; and it certainly has saved many a one from being wrecked. I know few things more surprising than to see this plant growing and flourishing amidst those great breakers of the western ocean, which no mass of rock, let it be ever so hard, can long resist. The stem is round, slimy, and smooth, and seldom has a diameter of so much as an inch. A few taken together are sufficiently strong to support the weight of the large loose stones, to which in the inland channels they grow attached; and yet some of these stones were so heavy that when drawn to the surface, they could scarcely be lifted into a boat by one person. Captain Cook, in his second voyage, says, that this plant at Kerguelen Land rises from a greater depth than twenty-four fathoms; "and as it does not grow in a perpendicular direction, but makes a very acute angle with the bottom, and much of it afterwards spreads many fathoms on the surface of the sea, I am well warranted to say that some of it grows to the length of sixty fathoms and upwards." I do not suppose the stem of any other plant attains so great a length as three hundred and sixty feet, as stated by Captain Cook. Captain Fitz Roy, moreover, found it growing 117 up from the greater depth of forty-five fathoms. The beds of this sea-weed, even when of not great breadth, make excellent natural floating breakwaters. It is quite curious to see, in an exposed harbour, how soon the waves from the open sea, as they travel through the straggling stems, sink in height, and pass into smooth water.
If we shift our focus from the land to the sea, we'll find that the ocean is teeming with life while the land is not as rich. All around the world, a rocky and somewhat sheltered shoreline likely supports more individual animals in a given area than any other environment. There's one marine resource that deserves special attention due to its significance: kelp, or Macrocystis pyrifera. This plant grows on every rock from the low tide line down to great depths, both along the outer coast and within channels. 116 I believe that during the voyages of the Adventure and Beagle, no rock near the surface was found that wasn’t buoyed by this floating seaweed. The benefits it provides to ships navigating near this stormy coast are clear, and it has definitely saved many from shipwrecks. I can't think of many things more surprising than seeing this plant thriving amid the massive waves of the western ocean, which no rock, no matter how hard, can withstand for long. The stem is round, slimy, and smooth, and it rarely has a diameter of more than an inch. A few of them together are strong enough to hold up the weight of large loose stones that they attach to in the inland channels, and some of these stones were so heavy that when pulled to the surface, they could barely be lifted into a boat by one person. Captain Cook, on his second voyage, mentioned that this plant at Kerguelen Land grows from greater depths than twenty-four fathoms; "and since it doesn’t grow straight up but at a sharp angle to the bottom, with much of it later spreading several fathoms across the surface, I can confidently say that some of it reaches lengths of sixty fathoms or more." I don’t think any other plant’s stem can grow as long as three hundred and sixty feet, as Captain Cook noted. Captain Fitz Roy also found it growing 117 from the deeper depth of forty-five fathoms. Even when the beds of this seaweed aren't very wide, they create excellent natural floating breakwaters. It's quite fascinating to see in an exposed harbor how quickly the waves from the open sea, as they pass through the scattered stems, lose height and turn into calm water.
The number of living creatures of all Orders, whose existence intimately depends on the kelp, is wonderful. A great volume might be written, describing the inhabitants of one of these beds of sea-weed. Almost all the leaves, excepting those that float on the surface, are so thickly incrusted with corallines as to be of a white colour. We find exquisitely delicate structures, some inhabited by simple hydra-like polypi, others by more organized kinds, and beautiful compound Ascidiae. On the leaves, also, various patelliform shells, Trochi, uncovered molluscs, and some bivalves are attached. Innumerable crustacea frequent every part of the plant. On shaking the great entangled roots, a pile of small fish, shells, cuttle-fish, crabs of all orders, sea-eggs, star-fish, beautiful Holuthuriae, Planariae, and crawling nereidous animals of a multitude of forms, all fall out together. Often as I recurred to a branch of the kelp, I never failed to discover animals of new and curious structures. In Chiloe, where the kelp does not thrive very well, the numerous shells, corallines, and crustacea are absent; but there yet remain a few of the Flustraceae, and some compound Ascidiae; the latter, however, are of different species from those in Tierra del Fuego: we see here the fucus possessing a wider range than the animals which use it as an abode. I can only compare these great aquatic forests of the southern hemisphere with the terrestrial ones in the intertropical regions. Yet if in any country a forest was destroyed, I do not believe nearly so many species of animals would perish as would here, from the destruction of the kelp. Amidst the leaves of this plant numerous species of fish live, which nowhere else could find food or shelter; with their destruction the many cormorants and other fishing birds, the otters, seals, and porpoises, would soon perish also; and lastly, the Fuegian savage, the miserable lord of this miserable land, would redouble his cannibal feast, decrease in numbers, and perhaps cease to exist.
The variety of living creatures across all groups that rely on kelp for their survival is astonishing. A whole book could be written about the life found in these beds of seaweed. Almost all the leaves, except for those floating on the surface, are so thickly covered with coralline growths that they appear white. We see delicately structured organisms, some inhabited by simple, hydra-like polyps, others by more complex forms, and beautiful compound ascidians. On the leaves, various shellfish, including limpets, sea snails, open mollusks, and some bivalves, are attached. Countless crustaceans inhabit every part of the plant. When shaking the tangled roots, a collection of small fish, shells, cuttlefish, crabs of all kinds, sea urchins, starfish, stunning holothurians, flatworms, and a variety of crawling annelids all fall out together. Every time I returned to a branch of the kelp, I always found animals with new and interesting forms. In Chiloe, where kelp doesn’t grow very well, many shells, corallines, and crustaceans are missing; however, there are still a few flustraceans and some compound ascidians, though the latter are different species from those in Tierra del Fuego. We see that fucus has a wider distribution than the animals that live on it. I can only compare these vast underwater forests of the southern hemisphere to the terrestrial forests found in tropical regions. Yet if any forest were destroyed in a country, I don’t think nearly as many animal species would die off as would here with the loss of kelp. Among the leaves of this plant, numerous species of fish live that cannot find food or shelter elsewhere; with their destruction, many cormorants and other fishing birds, otters, seals, and porpoises would soon perish as well; and lastly, the Fuegian savage, the unfortunate ruler of this unfortunate land, would intensify his cannibal feasts, decline in number, and perhaps vanish entirely.
June 8th.—We weighed anchor early in the morning and left Port Famine. Captain Fitz Roy determined to leave the Strait of Magellan by the Magdalen Channel, which had not long been discovered. Our course lay due south, down that gloomy passage which I have before alluded to as appearing to lead to another and worse world. The wind was fair, but the atmosphere was very thick; so that we missed much curious scenery. The dark ragged clouds were rapidly driven over the mountains, from their summits nearly down to their bases. The glimpses which we caught through the dusky mass were highly interesting; jagged points, cones of snow, blue glaciers, strong outlines, marked on a lurid sky, were seen at different distances and heights. In the midst of such scenery we anchored at Cape Turn, close to Mount Sarmiento, which was then hidden in the clouds. At the base of the lofty and almost perpendicular sides of our little cove there was one deserted wigwam, and it alone reminded us that man sometimes wandered into these desolate regions. But it would be difficult to imagine a scene where he seemed to have fewer claims or less authority. The inanimate works of nature—rock, ice, snow, wind, and water—all warring with each other, yet combined against man—here reigned in absolute sovereignty.
June 8th.—We weighed anchor early in the morning and left Port Famine. Captain Fitz Roy decided to exit the Strait of Magellan via the recently discovered Magdalen Channel. Our course was straight south, through that dark passage that I've mentioned before as seeming to lead to another, more haunting world. The wind was favorable, but the air was really thick; so we missed a lot of fascinating scenery. The dark, jagged clouds raced over the mountains, from their peaks almost down to their bases. The views we caught through the gloomy mass were incredibly interesting; jagged peaks, snowy cones, blue glaciers, and strong outlines stood out against a grim sky at various distances and elevations. In the midst of such scenery, we anchored at Cape Turn, near Mount Sarmiento, which was then hidden in the clouds. At the base of the tall, nearly vertical sides of our little cove, there was a single abandoned wigwam, a reminder that humans occasionally ventured into these desolate areas. But it was hard to imagine a scene where they seemed to have less relevance or authority. The lifeless forces of nature—rock, ice, snow, wind, and water—all battling against each other, yet uniting against man—here held absolute power.
June 9th.—In the morning we were delighted by seeing the veil of mist gradually rise from Sarmiento, and display it to our view. This mountain, which is one of the highest in Tierra del Fuego, has an altitude of 6800 feet. Its base, for about an eighth of its total height, is clothed by dusky woods, and above this a field of snow extends to the summit. These vast piles of snow, which never melt, and seem destined to last as long as the world holds together, present a noble and even sublime spectacle. The outline of the mountain was admirably clear and defined. Owing to the abundance of light reflected from the white and glittering surface, no shadows were cast on any part; and those lines which intersected the sky could alone be distinguished: hence the mass stood out in the boldest relief. Several glaciers descended in a winding course from the upper great expanse of snow to the sea-coast: they may be likened to great frozen Niagaras; and perhaps these cataracts of blue ice are full as beautiful as the moving ones of water. By night we reached the western part of the channel; but the water was so deep that no anchorage could be found. We were in consequence obliged to stand off and on in this narrow arm of the sea, during a pitch-dark night of fourteen hours long.
June 9th.—In the morning, we were thrilled to see the mist slowly lift from Sarmiento, revealing its beauty to us. This mountain, one of the tallest in Tierra del Fuego, stands at 6,800 feet. For about an eighth of its height, its base is covered in dark forests, and above that, a field of snow stretches all the way to the summit. These massive snowfields, which never melt and seem destined to last as long as the world does, create a magnificent and even breathtaking sight. The mountain’s outline was strikingly clear and well-defined. Because of the bright light reflecting off the shiny, white surface, there were no shadows anywhere; only the lines crossing the sky could be seen, making the mass appear in bold relief. Several glaciers snaked their way down from the vast upper snowfield to the coastline; they could be compared to great frozen Niagaras, and perhaps these waterfalls of blue ice are just as beautiful as the flowing ones of water. By night, we arrived at the western part of the channel, but the water was so deep that we couldn't find a place to anchor. As a result, we had to drift back and forth in this narrow stretch of sea during a pitch-black night that lasted fourteen hours.
June 10th.—In the morning we made the best of our way into the open Pacific. The western coast generally consists of low, rounded, quite barren hills of granite and greenstone. Sir J. Narborough called one part South Desolation, because it is "so desolate a land to behold:" and well indeed might he say so. Outside the main islands, there are numberless scattered rocks on which the long swell of the open ocean incessantly rages. We passed out between the East and West Furies; and a little farther northward there are so many breakers that the sea is called the Milky Way. One sight of such a coast is enough to make a landsman dream for a week about shipwrecks, peril, and death; and with this sight we bade farewell for ever to Tierra del Fuego.
June 10th.—In the morning, we made our way into the open Pacific. The western coast is mostly made up of low, rounded, pretty barren hills of granite and greenstone. Sir J. Narborough named one area South Desolation because it is "such a desolate land to behold," and he was absolutely right. Beyond the main islands, there are countless scattered rocks where the long swell of the open ocean constantly crashes. We passed between the East and West Furies, and a little farther north, there are so many breakers that the sea is referred to as the Milky Way. Just one glance at such a coast is enough to make someone on land think for a week about shipwrecks, danger, and death; and with this view, we said goodbye forever to Tierra del Fuego.
The following discussion on the climate of the southern parts of the continent with relation to its productions, on the snow-line, on the extraordinarily low descent of the glaciers, and on the zone of perpetual congelation in the antarctic islands, may be passed over by any one not interested in these curious subjects, or the final recapitulation alone may be read. I shall, however, here give only an abstract, and must refer for details to the Thirteenth Chapter and the Appendix of the former edition of this work.
The following discussion about the climate in the southern parts of the continent, including its productions, the snow line, the surprisingly low descent of glaciers, and the area of permanent frost in the Antarctic islands, can be skipped by anyone not interested in these intriguing topics, or you may choose to read just the final summary. However, I will provide only a brief overview here and direct you to the Thirteenth Chapter and the Appendix of the earlier edition of this work for more details.
On the Climate and Productions of Tierra del Fuego and of the South-west Coast.—The following table gives the mean temperature of Tierra del Fuego, the Falkland Islands, and, for comparison, that of Dublin:—
On the Climate and Productions of Tierra del Fuego and of the South-west Coast.—The following table shows the average temperature of Tierra del Fuego, the Falkland Islands, and, for reference, that of Dublin:—
Summer Winter Mean of Summer Latitude Temp. Temp. and Winter ———————————————————————————————- Tierra del Fuego 53 38' S. 50 33.08 41.54 Falkland Islands 51 38' S. 51 — — Dublin 53 21' N. 59.54 39.2 49.37
Summer Winter Mean of Summer Latitude Temp. Temp. and Winter ———————————————————————————————- Tierra del Fuego 53 38' S. 50 33.08 41.54 Falkland Islands 51 38' S. 51 — — Dublin 53 21' N. 59.54 39.2 49.37
Hence we see that the central part of Tierra del Fuego is colder in winter, and no less than 9.5 degs. less hot in summer, than Dublin. According to von Buch, the mean temperature of July (not the hottest month in the year) at Saltenfiord in Norway, is as high as 57.8 degs., and this place is actually 13 degs. nearer the pole than Port Famine! 118 Inhospitable as this climate appears to our feelings evergreen trees flourish luxuriantly under it. Humming-birds may be seen sucking the flowers, and parrots feeding on the seeds of the Winter's Bark, in lat. 55 degs. S. I have already remarked to what a degree the sea swarms with living creatures; and the shells (such as the Patellae, Fissurellae, Chitons, and Barnacles), according to Mr. G. B. Sowerby, are of a much larger size and of a more vigorous growth, than the analogous species in the northern hemisphere. A large Voluta is abundant in southern Tierra del Fuego and the Falkland Islands. At Bahia Blanca, in lat. 39 degs. S., the most abundant shells were three species of Oliva (one of large size), one or two Volutas, and a Terebra. Now, these are amongst the best characterized tropical forms. It is doubtful whether even one small species of Oliva exists on the southern shores of Europe, and there are no species of the two other genera. If a geologist were to find in lat 39 degs. on the coast of Portugal a bed containing numerous shells belonging to three species of Oliva, to a Voluta and Terebra, he would probably assert that the climate at the period of their existence must have been tropical; but judging from South America, such an inference might be erroneous.
So, we can see that the central part of Tierra del Fuego is colder in winter and nearly 9.5 degrees cooler in summer compared to Dublin. According to von Buch, the average temperature in July (which isn’t even the hottest month of the year) at Saltenfiord in Norway is as high as 57.8 degrees, and that location is actually 13 degrees closer to the pole than Port Famine! 118 As harsh as this climate seems to us, evergreen trees thrive in it. Hummingbirds can be seen sipping from the flowers, and parrots are feeding on the seeds of the Winter's Bark at latitude 55 degrees South. I've already mentioned how full the sea is of living creatures, and the shells (like Patellae, Fissurellae, Chitons, and Barnacles), according to Mr. G. B. Sowerby, are much larger and grow more vigorously than similar species in the northern hemisphere. A large Voluta is common in southern Tierra del Fuego and the Falkland Islands. At Bahia Blanca, at latitude 39 degrees South, the most common shells were three species of Oliva (one of which is quite large), along with one or two Volutas and a Terebra. These are among the best-known tropical forms. It’s questionable whether even one small species of Oliva exists along the southern shores of Europe, and there are no species from the other two genera. If a geologist were to find a bed containing numerous shells of three species of Oliva, along with a Voluta and a Terebra, at latitude 39 degrees on the coast of Portugal, he would probably conclude that the climate during their existence must have been tropical; however, based on observations from South America, that inference might be incorrect.
The equable, humid, and windy climate of Tierra del Fuego extends, with only a small increase of heat, for many degrees along the west coast of the continent. The forests for 600 miles northward of Cape Horn, have a very similar aspect. As a proof of the equable climate, even for 300 or 400 miles still further northward, I may mention that in Chiloe (corresponding in latitude with the northern parts of Spain) the peach seldom produces fruit, whilst strawberries and apples thrive to perfection. Even the crops of barley and wheat 119 are often brought into the houses to be dried and ripened. At Valdivia (in the same latitude of 40 degs., with Madrid) grapes and figs ripen, but are not common; olives seldom ripen even partially, and oranges not at all. These fruits, in corresponding latitudes in Europe, are well known to succeed to perfection; and even in this continent, at the Rio Negro, under nearly the same parallel with Valdivia, sweet potatoes (convolvulus) are cultivated; and grapes, figs, olives, oranges, water and musk melons, produce abundant fruit. Although the humid and equable climate of Chiloe, and of the coast northward and southward of it, is so unfavourable to our fruits, yet the native forests, from lat. 45 to 38 degs., almost rival in luxuriance those of the glowing intertropical regions. Stately trees of many kinds, with smooth and highly coloured barks, are loaded by parasitical monocotyledonous plants; large and elegant ferns are numerous, and arborescent grasses entwine the trees into one entangled mass to the height of thirty or forty feet above the ground. Palm-trees grow in lat 37 degs.; an arborescent grass, very like a bamboo, in 40 degs.; and another closely allied kind, of great length, but not erect, flourishes even as far south as 45 degs. S.
The mild, humid, and windy climate of Tierra del Fuego stretches, with just a slight increase in heat, for many degrees along the continent's west coast. The forests for 600 miles north of Cape Horn look very similar. To demonstrate the mild climate, even 300 or 400 miles further north, I can mention that in Chiloe (which is at the same latitude as the northern parts of Spain), peaches rarely bear fruit, while strawberries and apples flourish. Even barley and wheat crops are often brought inside to dry and ripen. In Valdivia (at the same latitude of 40 degrees as Madrid), grapes and figs can ripen, but they're not common; olives rarely ripen at all, and oranges do not ripen. These fruits, in comparable latitudes in Europe, are known to thrive perfectly; and even on this continent, at the Rio Negro, nearly at the same latitude as Valdivia, sweet potatoes (convolvulus) are grown, and grapes, figs, olives, oranges, watermelons, and muskmelons bear abundant fruit. Although Chiloe's humid and mild climate, as well as the coasts to the north and south, are unfavorable to our fruits, the native forests from latitude 45 to 38 degrees almost rival the lushness of the vibrant tropical regions. Tall trees of various kinds, with smooth and brightly colored bark, are covered in parasitic monocotyle plants; large and elegant ferns are plentiful, and tree-like grasses weave around the trees into a tangled mass up to thirty or forty feet high. Palm trees grow at latitude 37 degrees; a tree-like grass that resembles bamboo grows at 40 degrees; and another closely related type, which is very long but not upright, thrives even as far south as 45 degrees S.
An equable climate, evidently due to the large area of sea compared with the land, seems to extend over the greater part of the southern hemisphere; and, as a consequence, the vegetation partakes of a semi-tropical character. Tree-ferns thrive luxuriantly in Van Diemen's Land (lat. 45 degs.), and I measured one trunk no less than six feet in circumference. An arborescent fern was found by Forster in New Zealand in 46 degs., where orchideous plants are parasitical on the trees. In the Auckland Islands, ferns, according to Dr. Dieffenbach 1110 have trunks so thick and high that they may be almost called tree-ferns; and in these islands, and even as far south as lat. 55 degs. in the Macquarrie Islands, parrots abound.
An even climate, clearly due to the large amount of sea compared to land, seems to cover most of the southern hemisphere; and as a result, the plant life has a semi-tropical quality. Tree ferns grow abundantly in Van Diemen's Land (lat. 45 degrees), and I measured one trunk with a circumference of six feet. An arborescent fern was found by Forster in New Zealand at 46 degrees, where orchid plants grow as parasites on the trees. In the Auckland Islands, ferns, according to Dr. Dieffenbach 1110 have trunks so thick and tall that they can almost be called tree ferns; and in these islands, and even as far south as lat. 55 degrees in the Macquarrie Islands, parrots are plentiful.
On the Height of the Snow-line, and on the Descent of the Glaciers in South America.—For the detailed authorities for the following table, I must refer to the former edition:—
On the Height of the Snow-line and the Descent of the Glaciers in South America.—For the detailed sources for the following table, I must refer to the previous edition:—
Height in feet Latitude of Snow-line Observer ———————————————————————————————— Equatorial region; mean result 15,748 Humboldt. Bolivia, lat. 16 to 18 degs. S. 17,000 Pentland. Central Chile, lat. 33 degs. S. 14,500 - 15,000 Gillies, and the Author. Chiloe, lat. 41 to 43 degs. S. 6,000 Officers of the Beagle and the Author. Tierra del Fuego, 54 degs. S. 3,500 - 4,000 King.
Height in feet Latitude of Snow-line Observer ———————————————————————————————— Equatorial region; average result 15,748 Humboldt. Bolivia, lat. 16 to 18 degrees S. 17,000 Pentland. Central Chile, lat. 33 degrees S. 14,500 - 15,000 Gillies, and the Author. Chiloe, lat. 41 to 43 degrees S. 6,000 Officers of the Beagle and the Author. Tierra del Fuego, 54 degrees S. 3,500 - 4,000 King.
As the height of the plane of perpetual snow seems chiefly to be determined by the extreme heat of the summer, rather than by the mean temperature of the year, we ought not to be surprised at its descent in the Strait of Magellan, where the summer is so cool, to only 3500 or 4000 feet above the level of the sea; although in Norway, we must travel to between lat. 67 and 70 degs. N., that is, about 14 degs. nearer the pole, to meet with perpetual snow at this low level. The difference in height, namely, about 9000 feet, between the snow-line on the Cordillera behind Chiloe (with its highest points ranging from only 5600 to 7500 feet) and in central Chile 1111 (a distance of only 9 degs. of latitude), is truly wonderful. The land from the southward of Chiloe to near Concepcion (lat. 37 degs.) is hidden by one dense forest dripping with moisture. The sky is cloudy, and we have seen how badly the fruits of southern Europe succeed. In central Chile, on the other hand, a little northward of Concepcion, the sky is generally clear, rain does not fall for the seven summer months, and southern European fruits succeed admirably; and even the sugar-cane has been cultivated. 1112 No doubt the plane of perpetual snow undergoes the above remarkable flexure of 9000 feet, unparalleled in other parts of the world, not far from the latitude of Concepcion, where the land ceases to be covered with forest-trees; for trees in South America indicate a rainy climate, and rain a clouded sky and little heat in summer.
As the height of the permanent snow line seems mainly determined by the intense summer heat rather than the average yearly temperature, we shouldn’t be surprised that it drops in the Strait of Magellan, where summer is quite cool, to only 3,500 or 4,000 feet above sea level. In contrast, in Norway, we have to go between latitudes 67 and 70 degrees N—about 14 degrees closer to the pole—to find permanent snow at such a low elevation. The difference in height, approximately 9,000 feet, between the snow line in the Cordillera behind Chiloe (where the highest points range from only 5,600 to 7,500 feet) and in central Chile 1111 (a distance of just 9 degrees of latitude) is truly remarkable. The land from south of Chiloe to near Concepcion (lat. 37 degrees) is covered in one dense, moisture-laden forest. The sky is overcast, and we’ve seen how poorly the fruits of southern Europe thrive here. In contrast, central Chile, just north of Concepcion, enjoys generally clear skies, no rain for seven summer months, and southern European fruits grow very well; even sugar cane has been cultivated. 1112 Without a doubt, the plane of permanent snow experiences this incredible drop of 9,000 feet, something unmatched in other parts of the world, not far from latitude Concepcion, where the land stops being covered with trees. In South America, trees indicate a rainy climate, which correlates with a cloudy sky and low summer heat.
The descent of glaciers to the sea must, I conceive, mainly depend (subject, of course, to a proper supply of snow in the upper region) on the lowness of the line of perpetual snow on steep mountains near the coast. As the snow-line is so low in Tierra del Fuego, we might have expected that many of the glaciers would have reached the sea. Nevertheless, I was astonished when I first saw a range, only from 3000 to 4000 feet in height, in the latitude of Cumberland, with every valley filled with streams of ice descending to the sea-coast. Almost every arm of the sea, which penetrates to the interior higher chain, not only in Tierra del Fuego, but on the coast for 650 miles northwards, is terminated by "tremendous and astonishing glaciers," as described by one of the officers on the survey. Great masses of ice frequently fall from these icy cliffs, and the crash reverberates like the broadside of a man-of-war through the lonely channels. These falls, as noticed in the last chapter, produce great waves which break on the adjoining coasts. It is known that earthquakes frequently cause masses of earth to fall from sea-cliffs: how terrific, then, would be the effect of a severe shock (and such occur here 1113) on a body like a glacier, already in motion, and traversed by fissures! I can readily believe that the water would be fairly beaten back out of the deepest channel, and then, returning with an overwhelming force, would whirl about huge masses of rock like so much chaff. In Eyre's Sound, in the latitude of Paris, there are immense glaciers, and yet the loftiest neighbouring mountain is only 6200 feet high. In this Sound, about fifty icebergs were seen at one time floating outwards, and one of them must have been at least 168 feet in total height. Some of the icebergs were loaded with blocks of no inconsiderable size, of granite and other rocks, different from the clay-slate of the surrounding mountains. The glacier furthest from the pole, surveyed during the voyages of the Adventure and Beagle, is in lat. 46 degs. 50', in the Gulf of Penas. It is 15 miles long, and in one part 7 broad and descends to the sea-coast. But even a few miles northward of this glacier, in Laguna de San Rafael, some Spanish missionaries 1114 encountered "many icebergs, some great, some small, and others middle-sized," in a narrow arm of the sea, on the 22nd of the month corresponding with our June, and in a latitude corresponding with that of the Lake of Geneva!
The movement of glaciers to the sea primarily depends (of course, assuming there's enough snowfall in the upper areas) on how low the permanent snow line is on steep mountains near the coast. Since the snow line is very low in Tierra del Fuego, we might have expected that many glaciers would reach the sea. However, I was amazed when I first saw a range that was only between 3000 and 4000 feet high, at the latitude of Cumberland, with every valley filled with streams of ice flowing down to the coast. Almost every bay that reaches into the higher interior chain, not only in Tierra del Fuego but along the coast for 650 miles north, ends with "incredible and astonishing glaciers," as noted by one of the survey officers. Large chunks of ice often fall from these icy cliffs, creating a sound that echoes like the broadside of a battleship through the quiet channels. These falls, as mentioned in the last chapter, create huge waves that crash onto the nearby shores. It's known that earthquakes frequently cause landslides from sea cliffs; how terrifying would it be when a strong quake (which happens here 1113) strikes a moving glacier already riddled with cracks! I can easily imagine that the water would be violently pushed back out of the deepest channel and then return with an overwhelming force, swirling large boulders like they were mere leaves. In Eyre's Sound, at the latitude of Paris, there are massive glaciers, yet the highest neighboring mountain is only 6200 feet tall. In this Sound, around fifty icebergs were seen floating outward at one time, and one of them must have been at least 168 feet tall. Some of the icebergs were carrying sizable blocks of granite and other rocks, different from the clay slate of the surrounding mountains. The southernmost glacier surveyed during the voyages of the Adventure and Beagle is at latitude 46 degrees 50', in the Gulf of Penas. It is 15 miles long and 7 miles wide in places and descends to the coast. But even just a few miles north of this glacier, in Laguna de San Rafael, some Spanish missionaries 1114 encountered "many icebergs, some large, some small, and others medium-sized," in a narrow inlet of the sea, on the 22nd of the month that corresponds with our June, and at a latitude similar to that of Lake Geneva!

In Europe, the most southern glacier which comes down to the sea is met with, according to Von Buch, on the coast of Norway, in lat. 67 degs. Now, this is more than 20 degs. of latitude, or 1230 miles, nearer the pole than the Laguna de San Rafael. The position of the glaciers at this place and in the Gulf of Penas may be put even in a more striking point of view, for they descend to the sea-coast within 7.5 degs. of latitude, or 450 miles, of a harbour, where three species of Oliva, a Voluta, and a Terebra, are the commonest shells, within less than 9 degs. from where palms grow, within 4.5 degs. of a region where the jaguar and puma range over the plains, less than 2.5 degs. from arborescent grasses, and (looking to the westward in the same hemisphere) less than 2 degs. from orchideous parasites, and within a single degree of tree-ferns!
In Europe, the southernmost glacier that reaches the sea is found, according to Von Buch, on the coast of Norway at latitude 67 degrees. This is more than 20 degrees of latitude, or 1230 miles, closer to the pole than the Laguna de San Rafael. The location of the glaciers here and in the Gulf of Penas is even more striking, as they descend to the coastline within 7.5 degrees of latitude, or 450 miles, from a harbor where three types of Oliva, a Voluta, and a Terebra are the most common shells. It's less than 9 degrees from where palm trees grow, within 4.5 degrees of an area where jaguars and pumas roam the plains, less than 2.5 degrees from tree-like grasses, and (looking westward in the same hemisphere) less than 2 degrees from orchid parasites, and just within a single degree of tree ferns!
These facts are of high geological interest with respect to the climate of the northern hemisphere at the period when boulders were transported. I will not here detail how simply the theory of icebergs being charged with fragments of rock, explain the origin and position of the gigantic boulders of eastern Tierra del Fuego, on the high plain of Santa Cruz, and on the island of Chiloe. In Tierra del Fuego, the greater number of boulders lie on the lines of old sea-channels, now converted into dry valleys by the elevation of the land. They are associated with a great unstratified formation of mud and sand, containing rounded and angular fragments of all sizes, which has originated 1115 in the repeated ploughing up of the sea-bottom by the stranding of icebergs, and by the matter transported on them. Few geologists now doubt that those erratic boulders which lie near lofty mountains have been pushed forward by the glaciers themselves, and that those distant from mountains, and embedded in subaqueous deposits, have been conveyed thither either on icebergs or frozen in coast-ice. The connection between the transportal of boulders and the presence of ice in some form, is strikingly shown by their geographical distribution over the earth. In South America they are not found further than 48 degs. of latitude, measured from the southern pole; in North America it appears that the limit of their transportal extends to 53.5 degs. from the northern pole; but in Europe to not more than 40 degs. of latitude, measured from the same point. On the other hand, in the intertropical parts of America, Asia, and Africa, they have never been observed; nor at the Cape of Good Hope, nor in Australia. 1116
These facts are very interesting from a geological perspective, especially concerning the climate of the northern hemisphere when the boulders were moved. I won't go into detail about how the theory of icebergs carrying rock fragments explains the origin and location of the massive boulders in eastern Tierra del Fuego, the high plain of Santa Cruz, and the island of Chiloe. In Tierra del Fuego, most boulders are found along old sea channels that have now become dry valleys due to the land rising. They are linked with a large unstratified formation of mud and sand, which includes rounded and angular fragments of various sizes, formed by the repeated disturbance of the sea floor from icebergs grounding and the material they carried. Few geologists today doubt that those erratic boulders located near tall mountains were pushed along by the glaciers themselves, and those that are further away from mountains, embedded in underwater deposits, were either carried there by icebergs or frozen in coastal ice. The relationship between the movement of boulders and the presence of ice in some form is clearly demonstrated by their geographical distribution across the Earth. In South America, they are not found beyond 48 degrees latitude from the South Pole; in North America, their transport limit seems to reach 53.5 degrees from the North Pole; but in Europe, it is no more than 40 degrees latitude from the same point. Conversely, in the tropical regions of America, Asia, and Africa, they have never been seen; nor at the Cape of Good Hope, nor in Australia.
On the Climate and Productions of the Antarctic Islands.—Considering the rankness of the vegetation in Tierra del Fuego, and on the coast northward of it, the condition of the islands south and south-west of America is truly surprising. Sandwich Land, in the latitude of the north part of Scotland, was found by Cook, during the hottest month of the year, "covered many fathoms thick with everlasting snow;" and there seems to be scarcely any vegetation. Georgia, an island 96 miles long and 10 broad, in the latitude of Yorkshire, "in the very height of summer, is in a manner wholly covered with frozen snow." It can boast only of moss, some tufts of grass, and wild burnet; it has only one land-bird (Anthus correndera), yet Iceland, which is 10 degs. nearer the pole, has, according to Mackenzie, fifteen land-birds. The South Shetland Islands, in the same latitude as the southern half of Norway, possess only some lichens, moss, and a little grass; and Lieut. Kendall 1117 found the bay, in which he was at anchor, beginning to freeze at a period corresponding with our 8th of September. The soil here consists of ice and volcanic ashes interstratified; and at a little depth beneath the surface it must remain perpetually congealed, for Lieut. Kendall found the body of a foreign sailor which had long been buried, with the flesh and all the features perfectly preserved. It is a singular fact, that on the two great continents in the northern hemisphere (but not in the broken land of Europe between them ), we have the zone of perpetually frozen under-soil in a low latitude—namely, in 56 degs. in North America at the depth of three feet, 1118 and in 62 degs. in Siberia at the depth of twelve to fifteen feet—as the result of a directly opposite condition of things to those of the southern hemisphere. On the northern continents, the winter is rendered excessively cold by the radiation from a large area of land into a clear sky, nor is it moderated by the warmth-bringing currents of the sea; the short summer, on the other hand, is hot. In the Southern Ocean the winter is not so excessively cold, but the summer is far less hot, for the clouded sky seldom allows the sun to warm the ocean, itself a bad absorbent of heat: and hence the mean temperature of the year, which regulates the zone of perpetually congealed under-soil, is low. It is evident that a rank vegetation, which does not so much require heat as it does protection from intense cold, would approach much nearer to this zone of perpetual congelation under the equable climate of the southern hemisphere, than under the extreme climate of the northern continents.
On the Climate and Productions of the Antarctic Islands.—Considering the lushness of the vegetation in Tierra del Fuego and the coastline north of it, the state of the islands south and southwest of America is quite astonishing. Sandwich Land, located at the latitude of the northern part of Scotland, was discovered by Cook during the warmest month of the year, "covered many fathoms thick with everlasting snow;" and there seems to be hardly any vegetation. Georgia, an island 96 miles long and 10 miles wide, at the latitude of Yorkshire, "in the height of summer, is mostly covered with frozen snow." It can only claim moss, some tufts of grass, and wild burnet; it has just one land bird (Anthus correndera), while Iceland, which is 10 degrees closer to the pole, has, according to Mackenzie, fifteen land birds. The South Shetland Islands, at the same latitude as the southern half of Norway, have only some lichens, moss, and a bit of grass; and Lt. Kendall 1117 found the bay where he was anchored starting to freeze around the time of our September 8th. The soil here consists of ice and volcanic ash layered together; and just below the surface, it must remain permanently frozen, as Lt. Kendall discovered the body of a foreign sailor that had been buried for a long time, with the flesh and all the features perfectly preserved. It's a unique fact that on the two major continents in the northern hemisphere (but not in the fragmented land of Europe between them), we have a layer of permanently frozen subsoil at a low latitude—specifically, at 56 degrees in North America at a depth of three feet, 1118 and at 62 degrees in Siberia at a depth of twelve to fifteen feet—resulting from a condition that's directly opposite to that of the southern hemisphere. In the northern continents, winter is made extremely cold by the radiation from a large expanse of land into a clear sky, and is not moderated by the warming currents of the sea; conversely, the short summer is hot. In the Southern Ocean, winter is not as intensely cold, but summer is much less hot, as the overcast sky rarely lets the sun warm the ocean, which itself is a poor heat absorber: hence the average temperature of the year, which determines the zone of permanently frozen subsoil, is low. It's clear that lush vegetation, which requires protection from extreme cold more than heat, would be found much closer to this zone of perpetual freezing under the stable climate of the southern hemisphere than under the extreme climate of the northern continents.
The case of the sailor's body perfectly preserved in the icy soil of the South Shetland Islands (lat. 62 to 63 degs. S.), in a rather lower latitude than that (lat. 64 degs. N.) under which Pallas found the frozen rhinoceros in Siberia, is very interesting. Although it is a fallacy, as I have endeavoured to show in a former chapter, to suppose that the larger quadrupeds require a luxuriant vegetation for their support, nevertheless it is important to find in the South Shetland Islands a frozen under-soil within 360 miles of the forest-clad islands near Cape Horn, where, as far as the bulk of vegetation is concerned, any number of great quadrupeds might be supported. The perfect preservation of the carcasses of the Siberian elephants and rhinoceroses is certainly one of the most wonderful facts in geology; but independently of the imagined difficulty of supplying them with food from the adjoining countries, the whole case is not, I think, so perplexing as it has generally been considered. The plains of Siberia, like those of the Pampas, appear to have been formed under the sea, into which rivers brought down the bodies of many animals; of the greater number of these, only the skeletons have been preserved, but of others the perfect carcass. Now, it is known that in the shallow sea on the Arctic coast of America the bottom freezes, 1119 and does not thaw in spring so soon as the surface of the land, moreover at greater depths, where the bottom of the sea does not freeze the mud a few feet beneath the top layer might remain even in summer below 32 degs., as in the case on the land with the soil at the depth of a few feet. At still greater depths, the temperature of the mud and water would probably not be low enough to preserve the flesh; and hence, carcasses drifted beyond the shallow parts near an Arctic coast, would have only their skeletons preserved: now in the extreme northern parts of Siberia bones are infinitely numerous, so that even islets are said to be almost composed of them; 1120 and those islets lie no less than ten degrees of latitude north of the place where Pallas found the frozen rhinoceros. On the other hand, a carcass washed by a flood into a shallow part of the Arctic Sea, would be preserved for an indefinite period, if it were soon afterwards covered with mud sufficiently thick to prevent the heat of the summer-water penetrating to it; and if, when the sea-bottom was upraised into land, the covering was sufficiently thick to prevent the heat of the summer air and sun thawing and corrupting it.
The case of the sailor's body perfectly preserved in the icy soil of the South Shetland Islands (lat. 62 to 63 degs. S.) is really fascinating. It’s at a lower latitude than where Pallas found the frozen rhinoceros in Siberia (lat. 64 degs. N.). While it’s a misconception, as I explained in a previous chapter, to think that larger land animals need lush vegetation to survive, it’s still significant to discover frozen subsoil in the South Shetland Islands, just 360 miles away from the forested islands near Cape Horn, where plenty of large animals could thrive due to the abundance of vegetation. The remarkable preservation of the carcasses of Siberian elephants and rhinoceroses is indeed one of the most astonishing facts in geology. However, apart from the supposed challenge of providing them food from nearby areas, the whole situation is not as puzzling as is often thought. The plains of Siberia, much like those of the Pampas, seem to have formed under the sea, where rivers carried the bodies of many animals; while most of these only left behind skeletons, some have been completely preserved. It’s known that in the shallow waters along the Arctic coast of America, the bottom freezes, and it doesn’t thaw as quickly as the land in spring. Additionally, at greater depths, where the sea bottom doesn’t freeze, the sediment a few feet beneath the surface could still be below 32 degrees in summer, similar to what happens on land at a few feet deep. At even deeper levels, the temperature of the mud and water likely wouldn’t be cold enough to preserve the flesh. Therefore, any carcasses that drifted beyond the shallow areas near an Arctic coast would typically only have their skeletons preserved. In the far northern parts of Siberia, bones are incredibly abundant; it’s said that some islets are almost made up entirely of them, and those islets are at least ten degrees of latitude north of where Pallas found the frozen rhinoceros. Conversely, a carcass swept into a shallow part of the Arctic Sea would be preserved for a long time if it were quickly buried under a thick layer of mud that prevented the summer water's heat from reaching it; and if, when the sea floor was uplifted to become land, that covering remained thick enough to stop the heat from the summer air and sun from thawing and decaying it.
Recapitulation.—I will recapitulate the principal facts with regard to the climate, ice-action, and organic productions of the southern hemisphere, transposing the places in imagination to Europe, with which we are so much better acquainted. Then, near Lisbon, the commonest sea-shells, namely, three species of Oliva, a Voluta, and a Terebra, would have a tropical character. In the southern provinces of France, magnificent forests, intwined by arborescent grasses and with the trees loaded with parasitical plants, would hide the face of the land. The puma and the jaguar would haunt the Pyrenees. In the latitude of Mont Blanc, but on an island as far westward as Central North America, tree-ferns and parasitical Orchideae would thrive amidst the thick woods. Even as far north as central Denmark, humming-birds would be seen fluttering about delicate flowers, and parrots feeding amidst the evergreen woods; and in the sea there, we should have a Voluta, and all the shells of large size and vigorous growth. Nevertheless, on some islands only 360 miles northward of our new Cape Horn in Denmark, a carcass buried in the soil (or if washed into a shallow sea, and covered up with mud) would be preserved perpetually frozen. If some bold navigator attempted to penetrate northward of these islands, he would run a thousand dangers amidst gigantic icebergs, on some of which he would see great blocks of rock borne far away from their original site. Another island of large size in the latitude of southern Scotland, but twice as far to the west, would be "almost wholly covered with everlasting snow," and would have each bay terminated by ice-cliffs, whence great masses would be yearly detached: this island would boast only of a little moss, grass, and burnet, and a titlark would be its only land inhabitant. From our new Cape Horn in Denmark, a chain of mountains, scarcely half the height of the Alps, would run in a straight line due southward; and on its western flank every deep creek of the sea, or fiord, would end in "bold and astonishing glaciers." These lonely channels would frequently reverberate with the falls of ice, and so often would great waves rush along their coasts; numerous icebergs, some as tall as cathedrals, and occasionally loaded with "no inconsiderable blocks of rock," would be stranded on the outlying islets; at intervals violent earthquakes would shoot prodigious masses of ice into the waters below. Lastly, some missionaries attempting to penetrate a long arm of the sea, would behold the not lofty surrounding mountains, sending down their many grand icy streams to the sea-coast, and their progress in the boats would be checked by the innumerable floating icebergs, some small and some great; and this would have occurred on our twenty-second of June, and where the Lake of Geneva is now spread out! 1121
Recap. — I will summarize the main facts about the climate, ice action, and organic life of the southern hemisphere, imagining these places relocated to Europe, which we know much better. So, near Lisbon, the most common sea shells—specifically, three species of Oliva, a Voluta, and a Terebra—would have a tropical vibe. In the southern regions of France, stunning forests filled with tree-like grasses and trees burdened with parasitic plants would cover the land. The puma and the jaguar would roam the Pyrenees. In the latitude of Mont Blanc, but on an island as far west as Central North America, tree ferns and parasitic orchids would thrive in the dense woods. Even as far north as central Denmark, you would see hummingbirds fluttering around delicate flowers, and parrots feeding among the evergreen forests; in the sea there, we’d find a Voluta, along with all sorts of large and robust shells. However, just 360 miles north of our new Cape Horn in Denmark, a carcass buried in the ground (or washed into shallow waters and covered with mud) would be preserved under perpetual frost. If a daring navigator tried to venture north from these islands, he would face tremendous dangers among towering icebergs, on some of which he would see massive rocks moved far from their original location. Another large island, located at the latitude of southern Scotland but twice as far west, would be "almost entirely covered with everlasting snow," with each bay ending in ice cliffs, where great chunks would break off yearly; this island would only have a bit of moss, grass, and burnet, with a titlark being its sole land inhabitant. From our new Cape Horn in Denmark, a chain of mountains, barely half the height of the Alps, would stretch straight southward; on its western side, every deep sea creek or fjord would end in "bold and astonishing glaciers." These isolated channels would often echo with the sounds of ice falls, as enormous waves surged along their shores; numerous icebergs, some as tall as cathedrals and occasionally carrying "no insignificant blocks of rock," would be stranded on the outer islets; sporadic violent earthquakes would launch massive chunks of ice into the waters below. Lastly, some missionaries trying to navigate a long stretch of sea would witness the not-so-tall surrounding mountains sending down their spectacular icy streams to the coastline, and their journey in the boats would be halted by countless floating icebergs, some small and some large; this would have happened on our twenty-second of June, in the area where Lake Geneva is now located! 1121
CHAPTER XII — CENTRAL CHILE
Valparaiso—Excursion to the Foot of the Andes—Structure of the Land—Ascend the Bell of Quillota—Shattered Masses of Greenstone—Immense Valleys—Mines—State of Miners—Santiago—Hot-baths of Cauquenes—Gold-mines—Grinding-mills—Perforated Stones—Habits of the Puma—El Turco and Tapacolo—Humming-birds.
Valparaiso—Trip to the Foot of the Andes—Land Structure—Climb the Bell of Quillota—Broken Blocks of Greenstone—Vast Valleys—Mines—Conditions of Miners—Santiago—Cauquenes Hot Springs—Gold Mines—Grinding Mills—Holes in Stones—Puma Behavior—El Turco and Tapacolo—Hummingbirds.
JULY 23rd.—The Beagle anchored late at night in the bay of Valparaiso, the chief seaport of Chile. When morning came, everything appeared delightful. After Tierra del Fuego, the climate felt quite delicious—the atmosphere so dry, and the heavens so clear and blue with the sun shining brightly, that all nature seemed sparkling with life. The view from the anchorage is very pretty. The town is built at the very foot of a range of hills, about 1600 feet high, and rather steep. From its position, it consists of one long, straggling street, which runs parallel to the beach, and wherever a ravine comes down, the houses are piled up on each side of it. The rounded hills, being only partially protected by a very scanty vegetation, are worn into numberless little gullies, which expose a singularly bright red soil. From this cause, and from the low whitewashed houses with tile roofs, the view reminded me of St. Cruz in Teneriffe. In a north-westerly direction there are some fine glimpses of the Andes: but these mountains appear much grander when viewed from the neighbouring hills: the great distance at which they are situated can then more readily be perceived. The volcano of Aconcagua is particularly magnificent. This huge and irregularly conical mass has an elevation greater than that of Chimborazo; for, from measurements made by the officers in the Beagle, its height is no less than 23,000 feet. The Cordillera, however, viewed from this point, owe the greater part of their beauty to the atmosphere through which they are seen. When the sun was setting in the Pacific, it was admirable to watch how clearly their rugged outlines could be distinguished, yet how varied and how delicate were the shades of their colour.
JULY 23rd.—The Beagle anchored late at night in the bay of Valparaiso, the main seaport of Chile. When morning arrived, everything looked amazing. After Tierra del Fuego, the climate felt really nice—the air was so dry, and the sky so clear and blue with the sun shining brightly, that all of nature seemed full of life. The view from the anchorage is very beautiful. The town is built at the base of a range of hills, about 1600 feet high, and quite steep. Its layout consists of one long, winding street that runs parallel to the beach, and wherever a ravine comes down, the houses are stacked up on either side. The rounded hills, only partially covered by sparse vegetation, are worn into countless little gullies, revealing a strikingly bright red soil. Because of this, along with the low whitewashed houses with tile roofs, the view reminded me of St. Cruz in Tenerife. To the northwest, there are some stunning glimpses of the Andes: those mountains appear much more impressive when viewed from the nearby hills; the great distance at which they are positioned makes their scale more apparent. The Aconcagua volcano is particularly stunning. This massive and irregularly conical peak is taller than Chimborazo; according to measurements taken by the officers on the Beagle, its height is no less than 23,000 feet. However, the Cordillera, when viewed from this spot, owes most of its beauty to the atmosphere through which it is seen. As the sun set over the Pacific, it was amazing to watch how clearly their rugged outlines could be distinguished, yet how varied and delicate the colors were.
I had the good fortune to find living here Mr. Richard Corfield, an old schoolfellow and friend, to whose hospitality and kindness I was greatly indebted, in having afforded me a most pleasant residence during the Beagle's stay in Chile. The immediate neighbourhood of Valparaiso is not very productive to the naturalist. During the long summer the wind blows steadily from the southward, and a little off shore, so that rain never falls; during the three winter months, however, it is sufficiently abundant. The vegetation in consequence is very scanty: except in some deep valleys, there are no trees, and only a little grass and a few low bushes are scattered over the less steep parts of the hills. When we reflect, that at the distance of 350 miles to the south, this side of the Andes is completely hidden by one impenetrable forest, the contrast is very remarkable. I took several long walks while collecting objects of natural history. The country is pleasant for exercise. There are many very beautiful flowers; and, as in most other dry climates, the plants and shrubs possess strong and peculiar odours—even one's clothes by brushing through them became scented. I did not cease from wonder at finding each succeeding day as fine as the foregoing. What a difference does climate make in the enjoyment of life! How opposite are the sensations when viewing black mountains half enveloped in clouds, and seeing another range through the light blue haze of a fine day! The one for a time may be very sublime; the other is all gaiety and happy life.
I was lucky to have Mr. Richard Corfield, an old schoolmate and friend, living here. I owe him a lot for his hospitality and kindness, which provided me with a very pleasant place to stay during the Beagle's time in Chile. The area around Valparaiso isn’t very fruitful for a naturalist. Throughout the long summer, the wind blows steadily from the south, a little offshore, resulting in no rain; however, during the three winter months, it's quite plentiful. Because of this, the vegetation is sparse: except in a few deep valleys, there are no trees, and only a bit of grass and some low bushes can be found on the less steep parts of the hills. When you consider that just 350 miles to the south, this side of the Andes is completely covered by an impenetrable forest, the contrast is striking. I took several long walks while collecting natural history specimens. The countryside is great for exercise. There are many beautiful flowers, and, like in most dry climates, the plants and shrubs have strong and unique scents—even my clothes became fragrant from brushing against them. I continued to be amazed that each day was just as lovely as the last. What a difference climate makes in enjoying life! The feelings you get from looking at dark mountains partly covered in clouds are so different from seeing another range through the light blue haze of a clear day! One can be very sublime for a while; the other is all about brightness and joyful living.
August 14th.—I set out on a riding excursion, for the purpose of geologizing the basal parts of the Andes, which alone at this time of the year are not shut up by the winter snow. Our first day's ride was northward along the sea-coast. After dark we reached the Hacienda of Quintero, the estate which formerly belonged to Lord Cochrane. My object in coming here was to see the great beds of shells, which stand some yards above the level of the sea, and are burnt for lime. The proofs of the elevation of this whole line of coast are unequivocal: at the height of a few hundred feet old-looking shells are numerous, and I found some at 1300 feet. These shells either lie loose on the surface, or are embedded in a reddish-black vegetable mould. I was much surprised to find under the microscope that this vegetable mould is really marine mud, full of minute particles of organic bodies.
August 14th.—I set off on a riding trip to explore the lower parts of the Andes, which at this time of year are the only areas not covered in winter snow. Our first day of riding took us north along the coast. After dark, we arrived at the Hacienda of Quintero, the estate that used to belong to Lord Cochrane. My reason for coming here was to check out the large beds of shells, which are a few yards above sea level and are burned for lime. The evidence of the uplift along this entire coastline is clear: at a few hundred feet up, old-looking shells are abundant, and I even found some at 1300 feet. These shells are either lying loose on the surface or are buried in a reddish-black layer of plant matter. I was quite surprised to discover under the microscope that this plant matter is actually marine mud, full of tiny particles of organic material.
15th.—We returned towards the valley of Quillota. The country was exceedingly pleasant; just such as poets would call pastoral: green open lawns, separated by small valleys with rivulets, and the cottages, we may suppose of the shepherds scattered on the hill-sides. We were obliged to cross the ridge of the Chilicauquen. At its base there were many fine evergreen forest-trees, but these flourished only in the ravines, where there was running water. Any person who had seen only the country near Valparaiso, would never have imagined that there had been such picturesque spots in Chile. As soon as we reached the brow of the Sierra, the valley of Quillota was immediately under our feet. The prospect was one of remarkable artificial luxuriance. The valley is very broad and quite flat, and is thus easily irrigated in all parts. The little square gardens are crowded with orange and olive trees, and every sort of vegetable. On each side huge bare mountains rise, and this from the contrast renders the patchwork valley the more pleasing. Whoever called "Valparaiso" the "Valley of Paradise," must have been thinking of Quillota. We crossed over to the Hacienda de San Isidro, situated at the very foot of the Bell Mountain.
15th.—We headed back toward the Quillota valley. The area was incredibly charming; just what poets would describe as pastoral: lush green lawns separated by small valleys with streams, and cottages, probably belonging to shepherds, scattered on the hillsides. We had to cross the Chilicauquen ridge. At its base, there were many beautiful evergreen trees, but they thrived only in the gullies where there was flowing water. Anyone who had only seen the area around Valparaiso would never have guessed that there were such picturesque places in Chile. As soon as we reached the top of the Sierra, the Quillota valley lay immediately beneath us. The view was one of striking artificial richness. The valley is very wide and completely flat, making it easy to irrigate everywhere. The small square gardens are filled with orange and olive trees, along with all kinds of vegetables. On either side, enormous bare mountains rise, and this contrast makes the patchwork valley even more beautiful. Whoever referred to "Valparaiso" as the "Valley of Paradise" must have been thinking of Quillota. We went over to the Hacienda de San Isidro, located right at the base of Bell Mountain.
Chile, as may be seen in the maps, is a narrow strip of land between the Cordillera and the Pacific; and this strip is itself traversed by several mountain-lines, which in this part run parallel to the great range. Between these outer lines and the main Cordillera, a succession of level basins, generally opening into each other by narrow passages, extend far to the southward: in these, the principal towns are situated, as San Felipe, Santiago, San Fernando. These basins or plains, together with the transverse flat valleys (like that of Quillota) which connect them with the coast, I have no doubt are the bottoms of ancient inlets and deep bays, such as at the present day intersect every part of Tierra del Fuego and the western coast. Chile must formerly have resembled the latter country in the configuration of its land and water. The resemblance was occasionally shown strikingly when a level fog-bank covered, as with a mantle, all the lower parts of the country: the white vapour curling into the ravines, beautifully represented little coves and bays; and here and there a solitary hillock peeping up, showed that it had formerly stood there as an islet. The contrast of these flat valleys and basins with the irregular mountains, gave the scenery a character which to me was new and very interesting.
Chile, as you can see on the maps, is a narrow strip of land between the Andes and the Pacific Ocean; this strip is crossed by several mountain ranges that run parallel to the main range. Between these outer lines and the main Andes, there are a series of flat basins that generally connect to each other through narrow passages, extending far to the south: here is where the main towns are located, such as San Felipe, Santiago, and San Fernando. I have no doubt that these basins or plains, along with the flat valleys (like Quillota) that link them to the coast, are remnants of ancient inlets and deep bays, similar to those that today cut through every part of Tierra del Fuego and the western coast. Chile must have once looked like the latter region in terms of its land and water configuration. This resemblance was sometimes strikingly visible when a thick fog covered all the lower parts of the country like a blanket: the white mist curling into the ravines beautifully mimicked little coves and bays, and here and there, a lone hill popped up, revealing that it had once been an islet. The contrast between these flat valleys and basins and the rugged mountains gave the scenery a unique and fascinating character that I found very interesting.
From the natural slope to seaward of these plains, they are very easily irrigated, and in consequence singularly fertile. Without this process the land would produce scarcely anything, for during the whole summer the sky is cloudless. The mountains and hills are dotted over with bushes and low trees, and excepting these the vegetation is very scanty. Each landowner in the valley possesses a certain portion of hill-country, where his half-wild cattle, in considerable numbers, manage to find sufficient pasture. Once every year there is a grand "rodeo," when all the cattle are driven down, counted, and marked, and a certain number separated to be fattened in the irrigated fields. Wheat is extensively cultivated, and a good deal of Indian corn: a kind of bean is, however, the staple article of food for the common labourers. The orchards produce an overflowing abundance of peaches figs, and grapes. With all these advantages, the inhabitants of the country ought to be much more prosperous than they are.
From the natural slope leading to the sea from these plains, irrigation is easy, making the land incredibly fertile. Without this irrigation, the land wouldn't produce much at all, since the sky is clear throughout the summer. The mountains and hills have some bushes and low trees, but aside from that, the plant life is pretty sparse. Each landowner in the valley has some hill country where their semi-wild cattle can find enough grass to graze. Once a year, there's a big "rodeo" where all the cattle are rounded up, counted, and marked, and a certain number are set aside to be fattened in the irrigated fields. Wheat is grown widely, along with a lot of corn; however, beans are the main food for the local laborers. The orchards are overflowing with peaches, figs, and grapes. Given all these benefits, the people in the area should be doing much better than they actually are.
16th.—The mayor-domo of the Hacienda was good enough to give me a guide and fresh horses; and in the morning we set out to ascend the Campana, or Bell Mountain, which is 6400 feet high. The paths were very bad, but both the geology and scenery amply repaid the trouble. We reached by the evening, a spring called the Agua del Guanaco, which is situated at a great height. This must be an old name, for it is very many years since a guanaco drank its waters. During the ascent I noticed that nothing but bushes grew on the northern slope, whilst on the southern slope there was a bamboo about fifteen feet high. In a few places there were palms, and I was surprised to see one at an elevation of at least 4500 feet. These palms are, for their family, ugly trees. Their stem is very large, and of a curious form, being thicker in the middle than at the base or top. They are excessively numerous in some parts of Chile, and valuable on account of a sort of treacle made from the sap. On one estate near Petorca they tried to count them, but failed, after having numbered several hundred thousand. Every year in the early spring, in August, very many are cut down, and when the trunk is lying on the ground, the crown of leaves is lopped off. The sap then immediately begins to flow from the upper end, and continues so doing for some months: it is, however, necessary that a thin slice should be shaved off from that end every morning, so as to expose a fresh surface. A good tree will give ninety gallons, and all this must have been contained in the vessels of the apparently dry trunk. It is said that the sap flows much more quickly on those days when the sun is powerful; and likewise, that it is absolutely necessary to take care, in cutting down the tree, that it should fall with its head upwards on the side of the hill; for if it falls down the slope, scarcely any sap will flow; although in that case one would have thought that the action would have been aided, instead of checked, by the force of gravity. The sap is concentrated by boiling, and is then called treacle, which it very much resembles in taste.
16th.—The manager of the Hacienda kindly provided me with a guide and fresh horses; and in the morning we set off to climb the Campana, or Bell Mountain, which stands at 6,400 feet. The paths were in terrible condition, but both the geology and the scenery made the effort worthwhile. By the evening, we reached a spring called the Agua del Guanaco, which is located at a high altitude. This name must be ancient, as it's been years since a guanaco has come to drink from its waters. During the climb, I observed that only bushes grew on the northern slope, while the southern slope featured a type of bamboo about fifteen feet tall. In a few areas, there were palms, and I was surprised to see one at an elevation of at least 4,500 feet. These palms are not very attractive for their species. Their trunks are quite thick and have an unusual shape, being wider in the middle than at the base or top. They are very common in some parts of Chile and are valuable for the kind of syrup made from their sap. On one estate near Petorca, they attempted to count them but lost track after numbering several hundred thousand. Every year in early spring, in August, many are cut down, and once the trunk is on the ground, the crown of leaves is removed. The sap then begins to flow from the top end immediately and continues for several months; however, a thin slice must be shaved off that end each morning to expose a fresh surface. A good tree can yield up to ninety gallons, all of which must have been stored in the seemingly dry trunk. It’s said that the sap flows much faster on days when the sun is strong; and it’s also crucial that when cutting down the tree, it falls with its head up on the hillside; if it falls down the slope, hardly any sap will flow, even though one might think gravity would help the process. The sap is concentrated by boiling and is then referred to as treacle, which it closely resembles in taste.
We unsaddled our horses near the spring, and prepared to pass the night. The evening was fine, and the atmosphere so clear, that the masts of the vessels at anchor in the bay of Valparaiso, although no less than twenty-six geographical miles distant, could be distinguished clearly as little black streaks. A ship doubling the point under sail, appeared as a bright white speck. Anson expresses much surprise, in his voyage, at the distance at which his vessels were discovered from the coast; but he did not sufficiently allow for the height of the land, and the great transparency of the air.
We took the saddles off our horses near the spring and got ready to spend the night. The evening was lovely, and the air was so clear that we could see the masts of the ships anchored in the bay of Valparaiso, even though they were twenty-six geographical miles away, clearly visible as small black lines. A ship sailing around the point looked like a bright white dot. Anson was quite surprised in his journey by how far away his ships were spotted from the shore, but he didn't take into account the height of the land and how clear the air was.
The setting of the sun was glorious; the valleys being black whilst the snowy peaks of the Andes yet retained a ruby tint. When it was dark, we made a fire beneath a little arbour of bamboos, fried our charqui (or dried slips of beef), took our mate, and were quite comfortable. There is an inexpressible charm in thus living in the open air. The evening was calm and still;—the shrill noise of the mountain bizcacha, and the faint cry of a goatsucker, were occasionally to be heard. Besides these, few birds, or even insects, frequent these dry, parched mountains.
The sunset was stunning; the valleys looked black while the snowy peaks of the Andes still had a ruby glow. When it got dark, we built a fire under a little bamboo shelter, cooked our dried beef, enjoyed our mate, and felt very cozy. There’s an indescribable charm to living outdoors like this. The evening was peaceful and quiet; you could occasionally hear the sharp calls of the mountain bizcacha and the soft cry of a goatsucker. In addition to these, there aren’t many birds or even insects that come to these dry, parched mountains.
August 17th.—In the morning we climbed up the rough mass of greenstone which crowns the summit. This rock, as frequently happens, was much shattered and broken into huge angular fragments. I observed, however, one remarkable circumstance, namely, that many of the surfaces presented every degree of freshness some appearing as if broken the day before, whilst on others lichens had either just become, or had long grown, attached. I so fully believed that this was owing to the frequent earthquakes, that I felt inclined to hurry from below each loose pile. As one might very easily be deceived in a fact of this kind, I doubted its accuracy, until ascending Mount Wellington, in Van Diemen's Land, where earthquakes do not occur; and there I saw the summit of the mountain similarly composed and similarly shattered, but all the blocks appeared as if they had been hurled into their present position thousands of years ago.
August 17th.—In the morning, we climbed the rough mass of greenstone at the summit. This rock, as is often the case, was heavily shattered and broken into large angular pieces. I noticed one interesting thing: many of the surfaces showed every degree of freshness, with some looking like they had been broken just the day before, while on others, lichens had either just started to grow or had been attached for a long time. I was convinced this was due to frequent earthquakes, which made me want to move away from each loose pile. Since one could easily be misled about something like this, I questioned its accuracy until I climbed Mount Wellington in Van Diemen's Land, where earthquakes don’t happen; there, I saw the summit of the mountain similarly composed and shattered, but all the blocks looked like they had been thrown into their current positions thousands of years ago.
We spent the day on the summit, and I never enjoyed one more thoroughly. Chile, bounded by the Andes and the Pacific, was seen as in a map. The pleasure from the scenery, in itself beautiful, was heightened by the many reflections which arose from the mere view of the Campana range with its lesser parallel ones, and of the broad valley of Quillota directly intersecting them. Who can avoid wondering at the force which has upheaved these mountains, and even more so at the countless ages which it must have required to have broken through, removed, and levelled whole masses of them? It is well in this case to call to mind the vast shingle and sedimentary beds of Patagonia, which, if heaped on the Cordillera, would increase its height by so many thousand feet. When in that country, I wondered how any mountain-chain could have supplied such masses, and not have been utterly obliterated. We must not now reverse the wonder, and doubt whether all-powerful time can grind down mountains—even the gigantic Cordillera—into-gravel and mud.
We spent the day at the summit, and I’ve never enjoyed one more fully. Chile, surrounded by the Andes and the Pacific, looked like a map. The beauty of the scenery was made even more enjoyable by the reflections that came from simply seeing the Campana range alongside its smaller parallel ranges, and the wide Quillota valley cutting right through them. Who doesn’t marvel at the power that has pushed these mountains up, and even more so at the countless ages it must have taken to break through, remove, and flatten entire masses of them? It's worth remembering the vast amounts of shingle and sedimentary layers in Patagonia, which, if piled on the Cordillera, would raise its height by thousands of feet. While in that country, I wondered how any mountain range could have produced such masses without being completely erased. We shouldn't now flip the wonder and doubt whether time itself can wear down mountains—even the immense Cordillera—into gravel and mud.
The appearance of the Andes was different from that which I had expected. The lower line of the snow was of course horizontal, and to this line the even summits of the range seemed quite parallel. Only at long intervals, a group of points or a single cone showed where a volcano had existed, or does now exist. Hence the range resembled a great solid wall, surmounted here and there by a tower, and making a most perfect barrier to the country.
The Andes looked different from what I had imagined. The lower edge of the snow was horizontal, and the even peaks of the range appeared to be quite parallel to this line. Only occasionally did a cluster of peaks or a single cone indicate where a volcano had once stood, or still does. Because of this, the range resembled a massive solid wall, occasionally topped by a tower, creating a perfect barrier to the land.
Almost every part of the hill had been drilled by attempts to open gold-mines: the rage for mining has left scarcely a spot in Chile unexamined. I spent the evening as before, talking round the fire with my two companions. The Guasos of Chile, who correspond to the Gauchos of the Pampas, are, however, a very different set of beings. Chile is the more civilized of the two countries, and the inhabitants, in consequence, have lost much individual character. Gradations in rank are much more strongly marked: the Guaso does not by any means consider every man his equal; and I was quite surprised to find that my companions did not like to eat at the same time with myself. This feeling of inequality is a necessary consequence of the existence of an aristocracy of wealth. It is said that some few of the greater landowners possess from five to ten thousand pounds sterling per annum: an inequality of riches which I believe is not met with in any of the cattle-breeding countries eastward of the Andes. A traveller does not here meet that unbounded hospitality which refuses all payment, but yet is so kindly offered that no scruples can be raised in accepting it. Almost every house in Chile will receive you for the night, but a trifle is expected to be given in the morning; even a rich man will accept two or three shillings. The Gaucho, although he may be a cutthroat, is a gentleman; the Guaso is in few respects better, but at the same time a vulgar, ordinary fellow. The two men, although employed much in the same manner, are different in their habits and attire; and the peculiarities of each are universal in their respective countries. The Gaucho seems part of his horse, and scorns to exert himself except when on his back: the Guaso may be hired to work as a labourer in the fields. The former lives entirely on animal food; the latter almost wholly on vegetable. We do not here see the white boots, the broad drawers and scarlet chilipa; the picturesque costume of the Pampas. Here, common trousers are protected by black and green worsted leggings. The poncho, however, is common to both. The chief pride of the Guaso lies in his spurs, which are absurdly large. I measured one which was six inches in the diameter of the rowel, and the rowel itself contained upwards of thirty points. The stirrups are on the same scale, each consisting of a square, carved block of wood, hollowed out, yet weighing three or four pounds. The Guaso is perhaps more expert with the lazo than the Gaucho; but, from the nature of the country, he does not know the use of the bolas.
Almost every part of the hill has been drilled in attempts to open gold mines: the obsession with mining has left hardly a spot in Chile unexamined. I spent the evening as usual, chatting around the fire with my two companions. The Guasos of Chile, who are similar to the Gauchos of the Pampas, are, however, a very different kind of people. Chile is the more developed of the two countries, and as a result, the people have lost a lot of their individual character. Social ranks are much more distinctly defined: the Guaso does not see every man as his equal; I was quite surprised to find that my companions preferred not to eat at the same time as me. This sense of inequality is a necessary result of having a wealthy aristocracy. It's said that some of the larger landowners make between five and ten thousand pounds sterling a year: a wealth gap that I believe isn't found in any of the cattle-breeding countries east of the Andes. Here, a traveler doesn't encounter the boundless hospitality that comes with refusing any payment, but it's offered so kindly that there's no hesitation in accepting it. Almost every house in Chile will take you in for the night, but a small payment is expected in the morning; even a wealthy person will accept two or three shillings. The Gaucho, even if he might be a criminal, is still a gentleman; the Guaso isn't much better, but he's also just a common, ordinary guy. The two men, although they work in similar ways, have different habits and styles; and their unique characteristics are common in their respective countries. The Gaucho seems to be part of his horse and only puts in effort when he’s riding it: the Guaso can be hired to do labor in the fields. The former lives mainly on meat; the latter almost entirely on vegetables. We don't see the white boots, loose trousers, and red chilipa here; instead, common trousers are paired with black and green woolen leggings. However, the poncho is worn by both. The Guaso's main pride is in his spurs, which are absurdly large. I measured one that had a six-inch rowel diameter, and the rowel itself had over thirty points. The stirrups are similarly large, each made of a square, carved block of wood, hollowed out, but still weighing three or four pounds. The Guaso might be more skilled with the lazo than the Gaucho; however, given the nature of the country, he doesn’t know how to use bolas.
August 18th.—We descended the mountain, and passed some beautiful little spots, with rivulets and fine trees. Having slept at the same hacienda as before, we rode during the two succeeding days up the valley, and passed through Quillota, which is more like a collection of nursery-gardens than a town. The orchards were beautiful, presenting one mass of peach-blossoms. I saw, also, in one or two places the date-palm; it is a most stately tree; and I should think a group of them in their native Asiatic or African deserts must be superb. We passed likewise San Felipe, a pretty straggling town like Quillota. The valley in this part expands into one of those great bays or plains, reaching to the foot of the Cordillera, which have been mentioned as forming so curious a part of the scenery of Chile. In the evening we reached the mines of Jajuel, situated in a ravine at the flank of the great chain. I stayed here five days. My host the superintendent of the mine, was a shrewd but rather ignorant Cornish miner. He had married a Spanish woman, and did not mean to return home; but his admiration for the mines of Cornwall remained unbounded. Amongst many other questions, he asked me, "Now that George Rex is dead, how many more of the family of Rexes are yet alive?" This Rex certainly must be a relation of the great author Finis, who wrote all books!
August 18th.—We went down the mountain and passed by some beautiful little spots with streams and lovely trees. After staying at the same hacienda as before, we rode up the valley for the next two days and passed through Quillota, which feels more like a collection of garden centers than an actual town. The orchards were stunning, covered in peach blossoms. I also spotted the date palm in a couple of places; it’s a grand tree, and I can only imagine how impressive a group of them would look in their native deserts of Asia or Africa. We also went through San Felipe, a charming, spread-out town like Quillota. In this area, the valley opens up into one of those large bays or plains that stretch to the base of the mountain range, which have been noted as a remarkable feature of Chile's scenery. In the evening, we arrived at the Jajuel mines, located in a ravine on the side of the mountain range. I stayed here for five days. My host, the mine's superintendent, was a clever but somewhat uninformed miner from Cornwall. He had married a Spanish woman and had no plans to go back home, but his admiration for the Cornwall mines was limitless. Among many questions, he asked me, "Now that George Rex is dead, how many more members of the Rex family are still alive?" This Rex must surely be related to the famous author Finis, who supposedly wrote all the books!
These mines are of copper, and the ore is all shipped to Swansea, to be smelted. Hence the mines have an aspect singularly quiet, as compared to those in England: here no smoke, furnaces, or great steam-engines, disturb the solitude of the surrounding mountains.
These mines produce copper, and all the ore is shipped to Swansea for smelting. As a result, the mines have a uniquely calm atmosphere compared to those in England: there’s no smoke, furnaces, or large steam engines disrupting the tranquility of the surrounding mountains.
The Chilian government, or rather the old Spanish law, encourages by every method the searching for mines. The discoverer may work a mine on any ground, by paying five shillings; and before paying this he may try, even in the garden of another man, for twenty days.
The Chilean government, or rather the old Spanish law, encourages searching for mines by every means possible. The person who discovers a mine can work it on any land by paying five shillings; and before paying this, they can explore, even in someone else's garden, for twenty days.
It is now well known that the Chilian method of mining is the cheapest. My host says that the two principal improvements introduced by foreigners have been, first, reducing by previous roasting the copper pyrites—which, being the common ore in Cornwall, the English miners were astounded on their arrival to find thrown away as useless: secondly, stamping and washing the scoriae from the old furnaces—by which process particles of metal are recovered in abundance. I have actually seen mules carrying to the coast, for transportation to England, a cargo of such cinders. But the first case is much the most curious. The Chilian miners were so convinced that copper pyrites contained not a particle of copper, that they laughed at the Englishmen for their ignorance, who laughed in turn, and bought their richest veins for a few dollars. It is very odd that, in a country where mining had been extensively carried on for many years, so simple a process as gently roasting the ore to expel the sulphur previous to smelting it, had never been discovered. A few improvements have likewise been introduced in some of the simple machinery; but even to the present day, water is removed from some mines by men carrying it up the shaft in leathern bags!
It's now widely recognized that the Chilean method of mining is the most cost-effective. My host says that the two main improvements brought in by foreigners have been, first, roasting copper pyrites beforehand to reduce the ore—which, since it's the common ore in Cornwall, the English miners were shocked to find thrown away as worthless; and second, stamping and washing the slag from the old furnaces—through which many metal particles are recovered. I've actually seen mules hauling a load of that slag to the coast for transport to England. But the first point is the most interesting. The Chilean miners were so convinced that copper pyrites had no copper in it that they ridiculed the English for their ignorance, who in turn laughed and bought their richest veins for just a few dollars. It's quite strange that, in a country where mining had been going on for many years, such a simple process as gently roasting the ore to remove the sulfur before smelting had never been discovered. A few improvements have also been made to some of the basic machinery; however, even today, water is removed from some mines by men carrying it up the shaft in leather bags!
The labouring men work very hard. They have little time allowed for their meals, and during summer and winter they begin when it is light, and leave off at dark. They are paid one pound sterling a month, and their food is given them: this for breakfast consists of sixteen figs and two small loaves of bread; for dinner, boiled beans; for supper, broken roasted wheat grain. They scarcely ever taste meat; as, with the twelve pounds per annum, they have to clothe themselves, and support their families. The miners who work in the mine itself have twenty-five shillings per month, and are allowed a little charqui. But these men come down from their bleak habitations only once in every fortnight or three weeks.
The laborers work very hard. They have very little time for meals and, in both summer and winter, they start when it’s light and finish when it’s dark. They earn one pound a month, and their food is provided: breakfast includes sixteen figs and two small loaves of bread; lunch is boiled beans; and dinner is broken roasted wheat grain. They hardly ever eat meat, as they need the twelve pounds a year to buy clothes and support their families. The miners working in the mines earn twenty-five shillings a month and get a bit of jerky. However, these men only come down from their cold homes once every two weeks or three weeks.
During my stay here I thoroughly enjoyed scrambling about these huge mountains. The geology, as might have been expected, was very interesting. The shattered and baked rocks, traversed by innumerable dykes of greenstone, showed what commotions had formerly taken place. The scenery was much the same as that near the Bell of Quillota—dry barren mountains, dotted at intervals by bushes with a scanty foliage. The cactuses, or rather opuntias were here very numerous. I measured one of a spherical figure, which, including the spines, was six feet and four inches in circumference. The height of the common cylindrical, branching kind, is from twelve to fifteen feet, and the girth (with spines) of the branches between three and four feet.
During my time here, I really enjoyed exploring these massive mountains. The geology, as you might expect, was fascinating. The shattered and baked rocks, crisscrossed by countless greenstone dykes, revealed the turmoil that had happened in the past. The scenery was quite similar to that near the Bell of Quillota—dry, barren mountains, occasionally dotted with sparse bushes. The cacti, or more specifically opuntias, were very numerous here. I measured one that was spherical in shape, and it was six feet and four inches around, including the spines. The common cylindrical, branching type typically ranges from twelve to fifteen feet tall, with the branches measuring three to four feet in girth (including spines).
A heavy fall of snow on the mountains prevented me during the last two days, from making some interesting excursions. I attempted to reach a lake which the inhabitants, from some unaccountable reason, believe to be an arm of the sea. During a very dry season, it was proposed to attempt cutting a channel from it for the sake of the water, but the padre, after a consultation, declared it was too dangerous, as all Chile would be inundated, if, as generally supposed, the lake was connected with the Pacific. We ascended to a great height, but becoming involved in the snow-drifts failed in reaching this wonderful lake, and had some difficulty in returning. I thought we should have lost our horses; for there was no means of guessing how deep the drifts were, and the animals, when led, could only move by jumping. The black sky showed that a fresh snow-storm was gathering, and we therefore were not a little glad when we escaped. By the time we reached the base the storm commenced, and it was lucky for us that this did not happen three hours earlier in the day.
A heavy snowfall in the mountains kept me from taking some interesting trips over the last two days. I tried to get to a lake that the locals believe, for some unknown reason, is part of the ocean. During a very dry season, there was talk of digging a channel from it for the water, but after discussing it, the padre said it would be too risky since all of Chile could be flooded if, as most people think, the lake was connected to the Pacific. We climbed to a high point, but got stuck in snowdrifts and didn’t make it to the lake, struggling to find our way back. I thought we might lose our horses because there was no way to tell how deep the drifts were, and the animals could only move by jumping when led. The dark sky indicated a new snowstorm was coming, so we were relieved to have made it back. By the time we reached the base, the storm started, and we were fortunate that it didn’t hit three hours earlier in the day.
August 26th.—We left Jajuel and again crossed the basin of San Felipe. The day was truly Chilian: glaringly bright, and the atmosphere quite clear. The thick and uniform covering of newly fallen snow rendered the view of the volcano of Aconcagua and the main chain quite glorious. We were now on the road to Santiago, the capital of Chile. We crossed the Cerro del Talguen, and slept at a little rancho. The host, talking about the state of Chile as compared to other countries, was very humble: "Some see with two eyes, and some with one, but for my part I do not think that Chile sees with any."
August 26th.—We left Jajuel and crossed the San Felipe basin again. The day was definitely Chilean: glaringly bright, with a clear atmosphere. The thick, uniform layer of freshly fallen snow made the view of the Aconcagua volcano and the main range look stunning. We were now on our way to Santiago, the capital of Chile. We crossed Cerro del Talguen and spent the night at a small ranch. The host, discussing the state of Chile compared to other countries, was quite modest: "Some see with two eyes, and some with one, but personally, I don’t think Chile sees at all."
August 27th.—After crossing many low hills we descended into the small land-locked plain of Guitron. In the basins, such as this one, which are elevated from one thousand to two thousand feet above the sea, two species of acacia, which are stunted in their forms, and stand wide apart from each other, grow in large numbers. These trees are never found near the sea-coast; and this gives another characteristic feature to the scenery of these basins. We crossed a low ridge which separates Guitron from the great plain on which Santiago stands. The view was here pre-eminently striking: the dead level surface, covered in parts by woods of acacia, and with the city in the distance, abutting horizontally against the base of the Andes, whose snowy peaks were bright with the evening sun. At the first glance of this view, it was quite evident that the plain represented the extent of a former inland sea. As soon as we gained the level road we pushed our horses into a gallop, and reached the city before it was dark.
August 27th.—After crossing several low hills, we came down into the small, landlocked plain of Guitron. In these elevated basins, which range from one thousand to two thousand feet above sea level, two species of acacia grow in abundance. These trees are stunted and widely spaced apart. They are never found near the coastline, which adds another unique feature to the landscape of these basins. We crossed a low ridge that separates Guitron from the vast plain where Santiago is located. The view here was incredibly striking: the flat terrain, partially covered by acacia woods, with the city visible in the distance against the base of the Andes, whose snowy peaks glowed in the evening sun. At first glance, it was clear that the plain was once part of an inland sea. Once we reached the flat road, we urged our horses to gallop and arrived in the city before dark.
I stayed a week in Santiago, and enjoyed myself very much. In the morning I rode to various places on the plain, and in the evening dined with several of the English merchants, whose hospitality at this place is well known. A never-failing source of pleasure was to ascend the little hillock of rock (St. Lucia) which projects in the middle of the city. The scenery certainly is most striking, and, as I have said, very peculiar. I am informed that this same character is common to the cities on the great Mexican platform. Of the town I have nothing to say in detail: it is not so fine or so large as Buenos Ayres, but is built after the same model. I arrived here by a circuit to the north; so I resolved to return to Valparaiso by a rather longer excursion to the south of the direct road.
I spent a week in Santiago and had a great time. In the mornings, I rode to various spots on the plain, and in the evenings, I dined with several of the English merchants, whose hospitality is well-known here. A constant source of enjoyment was climbing the small hill (St. Lucia) that juts out in the middle of the city. The scenery is definitely striking and, as I've mentioned, quite unique. I’ve been told that this kind of landscape is common to the cities on the vast Mexican plateau. I don’t have much to say about the town itself: it’s not as nice or as big as Buenos Aires, but it’s built in a similar way. I got here by taking a route to the north, so I decided to return to Valparaiso by taking a bit of a longer route to the south of the direct road.
September 5th.—By the middle of the day we arrived at one of the suspension bridges, made of hide, which cross the Maypu, a large turbulent river a few leagues southward of Santiago. These bridges are very poor affairs. The road, following the curvature of the suspending ropes, is made of bundles of sticks placed close together. It was full of holes, and oscillated rather fearfully, even with the weight of a man leading his horse. In the evening we reached a comfortable farm-house, where there were several very pretty senoritas. They were much horrified at my having entered one of their churches out of mere curiosity. They asked me, "Why do you not become a Christian—for our religion is certain?" I assured them I was a sort of Christian; but they would not hear of it—appealing to my own words, "Do not your padres, your very bishops, marry?" The absurdity of a bishop having a wife particularly struck them: they scarcely knew whether to be most amused or horror-struck at such an enormity.
September 5th.—By midday, we arrived at one of the suspension bridges made of animal hides, which cross the Maypu, a large, turbulent river just a few leagues south of Santiago. These bridges are pretty shoddy. The path, following the curve of the supporting ropes, is made of tightly packed bundles of sticks. It was full of holes and swayed quite alarmingly, even with just one person leading their horse across. In the evening, we reached a cozy farmhouse where several very charming young women were staying. They were quite shocked that I had entered one of their churches out of mere curiosity. They asked me, "Why don’t you become a Christian—our religion is the true one?" I told them I was kind of a Christian, but they wouldn't accept that—pointing out my own words, "Don’t your padres, even your bishops, get married?" The idea of a bishop having a wife particularly struck them; they hardly knew whether to be more amused or horrified by such a thing.
6th.—We proceeded due south, and slept at Rancagua. The road passed over the level but narrow plain, bounded on one side by lofty hills, and on the other by the Cordillera. The next day we turned up the valley of the Rio Cachapual, in which the hot-baths of Cauquenes, long celebrated for their medicinal properties, are situated. The suspension bridges, in the less frequented parts, are generally taken down during the winter when the rivers are low. Such was the case in this valley, and we were therefore obliged to cross the stream on horseback. This is rather disagreeable, for the foaming water, though not deep, rushes so quickly over the bed of large rounded stones, that one's head becomes quite confused, and it is difficult even to perceive whether the horse is moving onward or standing still. In summer, when the snow melts, the torrents are quite impassable; their strength and fury are then extremely great, as might be plainly seen by the marks which they had left. We reached the baths in the evening, and stayed there five days, being confined the two last by heavy rain. The buildings consist of a square of miserable little hovels, each with a single table and bench. They are situated in a narrow deep valley just without the central Cordillera. It is a quiet, solitary spot, with a good deal of wild beauty.
6th.—We headed straight south and spent the night in Rancagua. The road went across the flat but narrow plain, with tall hills on one side and the Cordillera on the other. The next day, we made our way up the valley of the Rio Cachapual, where the hot springs of Cauquenes, known for their healing properties, are located. The suspension bridges in the less traveled areas are usually taken down during winter when the rivers are low. This was the case in this valley, so we had to cross the stream on horseback. It's quite uncomfortable because the foaming water, while not deep, rushes quickly over large rounded stones, making it hard to tell whether the horse is moving forward or standing still. In the summer, when the snow melts, the torrents become completely impassable; their power and intensity are significant, as clearly shown by the marks they leave behind. We arrived at the baths in the evening and stayed there for five days, spending the last two stuck inside due to heavy rain. The buildings are a square of shabby little huts, each with just one table and bench. They're located in a narrow, deep valley just outside the central Cordillera. It's a peaceful, isolated place with a lot of wild beauty.
The mineral springs of Cauquenes burst forth on a line of dislocation, crossing a mass of stratified rock, the whole of which betrays the action of heat. A considerable quantity of gas is continually escaping from the same orifices with the water. Though the springs are only a few yards apart, they have very different temperature; and this appears to be the result of an unequal mixture of cold water: for those with the lowest temperature have scarcely any mineral taste. After the great earthquake of 1822 the springs ceased, and the water did not return for nearly a year. They were also much affected by the earthquake of 1835; the temperature being suddenly changed from 118 to 92 degs. 121 It seems probable that mineral waters rising deep from the bowels of the earth, would always be more deranged by subterranean disturbances than those nearer the surface. The man who had charge of the baths assured me that in summer the water is hotter and more plentiful than in winter. The former circumstance I should have expected, from the less mixture, during the dry season, of cold water; but the latter statement appears very strange and contradictory. The periodical increase during the summer, when rain never falls, can, I think, only be accounted for by the melting of the snow: yet the mountains which are covered by snow during that season, are three or four leagues distant from the springs. I have no reason to doubt the accuracy of my informer, who, having lived on the spot for several years, ought to be well acquainted with the circumstance,—which, if true, certainly is very curious: for we must suppose that the snow-water, being conducted through porous strata to the regions of heat, is again thrown up to the surface by the line of dislocated and injected rocks at Cauquenes; and the regularity of the phenomenon would seem to indicate that in this district heated rock occurred at a depth not very great.
The mineral springs of Cauquenes emerge along a fault line, passing through a mass of layered rock, all of which show signs of heat activity. A significant amount of gas continually escapes from the same openings as the water. Although the springs are just a few yards apart, they have very different temperatures, likely due to an uneven mix of cold water; the springs with the lowest temperatures have almost no mineral flavor. After the massive earthquake in 1822, the springs stopped, and the water didn't return for nearly a year. They were also significantly impacted by the earthquake of 1835, with temperatures suddenly dropping from 118 to 92 degrees. 121 It seems likely that mineral waters rising from deep within the Earth are more affected by underground disturbances than those closer to the surface. The person in charge of the baths told me that in summer, the water is hotter and more abundant than in winter. I would have expected the former, due to less mixing with cold water during the dry season, but the latter claim seems strange and contradictory. The regular increase in summer, when it never rains, can likely only be explained by melting snow; however, the mountains that are covered in snow during that time are three or four leagues away from the springs. I have no reason to doubt my source, who has lived there for several years and should know the situation well—if true, it's certainly interesting: we must assume that the snowmelt, being filtered through porous layers to the heated areas, is brought back to the surface through the fractured and injected rocks at Cauquenes; and the consistency of this phenomenon suggests that heated rock exists at a depth that isn't very deep.
One day I rode up the valley to the farthest inhabited spot. Shortly above that point, the Cachapual divides into two deep tremendous ravines, which penetrate directly into the great range. I scrambled up a peaked mountain, probably more than six thousand feet high. Here, as indeed everywhere else, scenes of the highest interest presented themselves. It was by one of these ravines, that Pincheira entered Chile and ravaged the neighbouring country. This is the same man whose attack on an estancia at the Rio Negro I have described. He was a renegade half-caste Spaniard, who collected a great body of Indians together and established himself by a stream in the Pampas, which place none of the forces sent after him could ever discover. From this point he used to sally forth, and crossing the Cordillera by passes hitherto unattempted, he ravaged the farm-houses and drove the cattle to his secret rendezvous. Pincheira was a capital horseman, and he made all around him equally good, for he invariably shot any one who hesitated to follow him. It was against this man, and other wandering Indian tribes, that Rosas waged the war of extermination.
One day, I rode up the valley to the furthest inhabited place. Just beyond that, the Cachapual splits into two deep, impressive ravines that lead straight into the great mountain range. I climbed up a peaked mountain, probably over six thousand feet high. Here, and indeed everywhere else, there were incredibly interesting sights. It was through one of these ravines that Pincheira entered Chile and wreaked havoc on the surrounding areas. This is the same guy whose attack on an estancia at the Rio Negro I’ve mentioned. He was a renegade mixed-race Spaniard who gathered a large group of Indians and set himself up by a stream in the Pampas, a spot that none of the forces sent after him could ever find. From this location, he would venture out, crossing the Cordillera through untried paths, looting farmhouses and driving cattle to his hidden meeting places. Pincheira was an excellent horse rider, and he made everyone around him just as good, as he would shoot anyone who hesitated to follow him. It was against this man, and other wandering indigenous tribes, that Rosas fought the war of extermination.
September 13th.—We left the baths of Cauquenes, and, rejoining the main road, slept at the Rio Clara. From this place we rode to the town of San Fernando. Before arriving there, the last land-locked basin had expanded into a great plain, which extended so far to the south, that the snowy summits of the more distant Andes were seen as if above the horizon of the sea. San Fernando is forty leagues from Santiago; and it was my farthest point southward; for we here turned at right angles towards the coast. We slept at the gold-mines of Yaquil, which are worked by Mr. Nixon, an American gentleman, to whose kindness I was much indebted during the four days I stayed at his house. The next morning we rode to the mines, which are situated at the distance of some leagues, near the summit of a lofty hill. On the way we had a glimpse of the lake Tagua-tagua, celebrated for its floating islands, which have been described by M. Gay. 122 They are composed of the stalks of various dead plants intertwined together, and on the surface of which other living ones take root. Their form is generally circular, and their thickness from four to six feet, of which the greater part is immersed in the water. As the wind blows, they pass from one side of the lake to the other, and often carry cattle and horses as passengers.
September 13th.—We left the baths of Cauquenes, rejoined the main road, and spent the night at the Rio Clara. From there, we rode to the town of San Fernando. Before reaching it, the last land-locked basin opened up into a vast plain that stretched so far south that the snowy peaks of the more distant Andes appeared to rise above the horizon of the sea. San Fernando is forty leagues from Santiago, and it was my furthest point south; from here, we turned at a right angle toward the coast. We stayed overnight at the gold mines of Yaquil, which are operated by Mr. Nixon, an American gentleman, to whom I was very grateful for his hospitality during the four days I spent at his house. The next morning, we rode to the mines, located a few leagues away, near the top of a high hill. On the way, we caught a glimpse of Lake Tagua-tagua, famous for its floating islands, which have been described by M. Gay. 122 They are made up of the stalks of various dead plants intertwined and on the surface of which other living plants take root. Their shape is typically circular, and they are four to six feet thick, with most of it submerged in the water. As the wind blows, they drift from one side of the lake to the other, often carrying cattle and horses as passengers.
When we arrived at the mine, I was struck by the pale appearance of many of the men, and inquired from Mr. Nixon respecting their condition. The mine is 450 feet deep, and each man brings up about 200 pounds weight of stone. With this load they have to climb up the alternate notches cut in the trunks of trees, placed in a zigzag line up the shaft. Even beardless young men, eighteen and twenty years old, with little muscular development of their bodies (they are quite naked excepting drawers) ascend with this great load from nearly the same depth. A strong man, who is not accustomed to this labour, perspires most profusely, with merely carrying up his own body. With this very severe labour, they live entirely on boiled beans and bread. They would prefer having bread alone; but their masters, finding that they cannot work so hard upon this, treat them like horses, and make them eat the beans. Their pay is here rather more than at the mines of Jajuel, being from 24 to 28 shillings per month. They leave the mine only once in three weeks; when they stay with their families for two days. One of the rules of this mine sounds very harsh, but answers pretty well for the master. The only method of stealing gold is to secrete pieces of the ore, and take them out as occasion may offer. Whenever the major-domo finds a lump thus hidden, its full value is stopped out of the wages of all the men; who thus, without they all combine, are obliged to keep watch over each other.
When we got to the mine, I was struck by how pale many of the men looked, so I asked Mr. Nixon about their condition. The mine is 450 feet deep, and each man hauls up about 200 pounds of rock. To handle this load, they have to climb up the notches cut into the tree trunks, which are arranged in a zigzag pattern up the shaft. Even young men of eighteen and twenty, who don’t have much muscle, manage to climb with this heavy load from nearly the same depth. A strong man who isn’t used to this type of work sweats a lot just from carrying his own weight. Despite the intense labor, they survive on boiled beans and bread. They’d rather just have bread, but their bosses, knowing they can’t work as hard on that alone, treat them like animals and make them eat the beans. Their pay here is slightly better than at the Jajuel mines, ranging from 24 to 28 shillings a month. They only leave the mine once every three weeks, spending two days with their families. One of the rules at this mine seems really harsh, but it works well for the bosses. The only way to steal gold is by hiding pieces of the ore and taking them out when possible. Whenever the major-domo discovers hidden lumps, the total value is deducted from the wages of all the men, which means they have to keep an eye on each other unless they all work together.
When the ore is brought to the mill, it is ground into an impalpable powder; the process of washing removes all the lighter particles, and amalgamation finally secures the gold-dust. The washing, when described, sounds a very simple process; but it is beautiful to see how the exact adaptation of the current of water to the specific gravity of the gold, so easily separates the powdered matrix from the metal. The mud which passes from the mills is collected into pools, where it subsides, and every now and then is cleared out, and thrown into a common heap. A great deal of chemical action then commences, salts of various kinds effloresce on the surface, and the mass becomes hard. After having been left for a year or two, and then rewashed, it yields gold; and this process may be repeated even six or seven times; but the gold each time becomes less in quantity, and the intervals required (as the inhabitants say, to generate the metal) are longer. There can be no doubt that the chemical action, already mentioned, each time liberates fresh gold from some combination. The discovery of a method to effect this before the first grinding would without doubt raise the value of gold-ores many fold.
When the ore arrives at the mill, it gets ground into a fine powder. The washing process removes all the lighter particles, and amalgamation finally captures the gold dust. Although washing seems straightforward when explained, it’s fascinating to see how the specific flow of water separates the powdered material from the metal based on the gold's density. The mud from the mills collects in pools, where it settles, and from time to time, it’s cleared out and piled up. A lot of chemical reactions then occur, with various salts forming on the surface, causing the mass to harden. After being left for a year or two and then washed again, it produces gold, and this can be done six or seven times. However, each time the amount of gold decreases, and the time needed (as the locals say, to generate the metal) increases. There’s no doubt that the mentioned chemical reactions release more gold from some combination each time. Discovering a way to do this before the initial grinding would undoubtedly increase the value of gold ores significantly.
It is curious to find how the minute particles of gold, being scattered about and not corroding, at last accumulate in some quantity. A short time since a few miners, being out of work, obtained permission to scrape the ground round the house and mills; they washed the earth thus got together, and so procured thirty dollars' worth of gold. This is an exact counterpart of what takes place in nature. Mountains suffer degradation and wear away, and with them the metallic veins which they contain. The hardest rock is worn into impalpable mud, the ordinary metals oxidate, and both are removed; but gold, platina, and a few others are nearly indestructible, and from their weight, sinking to the bottom, are left behind. After whole mountains have passed through this grinding mill, and have been washed by the hand of nature, the residue becomes metalliferous, and man finds it worth his while to complete the task of separation.
It's interesting to see how tiny particles of gold, scattered around and not rusting, can eventually build up in significant amounts. Recently, a few miners who were out of work got permission to scrape the ground around the house and mills. They washed the dirt they collected and ended up with thirty dollars' worth of gold. This is exactly what happens in nature. Mountains undergo erosion and wear down, along with the metal veins within them. The hardest rock gets worn down into fine mud, common metals oxidize, and both are washed away; but gold, platinum, and a few others are almost indestructible and, due to their weight, settle at the bottom and are left behind. After entire mountains have gone through this process and have been cleaned by nature, what’s left contains metals, and it becomes worthwhile for humans to finish the job of separating them.
Bad as the above treatment of the miners appears, it is gladly accepted of by them; for the condition of the labouring agriculturists is much worse. Their wages are lower, and they live almost exclusively on beans. This poverty must be chiefly owing to the feudal-like system on which the land is tilled: the landowner gives a small plot of ground to the labourer for building on and cultivating, and in return has his services (or those of a proxy) for every day of his life, without any wages. Until a father has a grown-up son, who can by his labour pay the rent, there is no one, except on occasional days, to take care of his own patch of ground. Hence extreme poverty is very common among the labouring classes in this country.
As bad as the treatment of the miners seems, they accept it gladly because the situation for agricultural workers is much worse. Their wages are lower, and they mostly survive on beans. This poverty is mainly due to a feudal-like system governing the land: the landowner provides a small plot for the worker to live on and farm, in exchange for their labor (or that of a replacement) for the rest of their life, without any pay. Until a father has a grown son who can help cover the rent, there's usually no one to tend to his small piece of land except on rare occasions. As a result, extreme poverty is very common among the working classes in this country.
There are some old Indian ruins in this neighbourhood, and I was shown one of the perforated stones, which Molina mentions as being found in many places in considerable numbers. They are of a circular flattened form, from five to six inches in diameter, with a hole passing quite through the centre. It has generally been supposed that they were used as heads to clubs, although their form does not appear at all well adapted for that purpose. Burchell 123 states that some of the tribes in Southern Africa dig up roots by the aid of a stick pointed at one end, the force and weight of which are increased by a round stone with a hole in it, into which the other end is firmly wedged. It appears probable that the Indians of Chile formerly used some such rude agricultural instrument.
There are some old Indian ruins in this neighborhood, and I was shown one of the perforated stones that Molina mentions as being found in many places in large quantities. They are circular and flattened, measuring five to six inches in diameter, with a hole going through the center. It’s generally thought that they were used as heads for clubs, even though their shape doesn’t seem very suitable for that purpose. Burchell 123 states that some tribes in Southern Africa dig up roots using a stick that’s pointed at one end, and the force and weight are increased by a round stone with a hole in it, into which the other end is tightly wedged. It seems likely that the Indians of Chile used some similar kind of primitive agricultural tool in the past.
One day, a German collector in natural history, of the name of Renous, called, and nearly at the same time an old Spanish lawyer. I was amused at being told the conversation which took place between them. Renous speaks Spanish so well, that the old lawyer mistook him for a Chilian. Renous alluding to me, asked him what he thought of the King of England sending out a collector to their country, to pick up lizards and beetles, and to break stones? The old gentleman thought seriously for some time, and then said, "It is not well,—hay un gato encerrado aqui (there is a cat shut up here). No man is so rich as to send out people to pick up such rubbish. I do not like it: if one of us were to go and do such things in England, do not you think the King of England would very soon send us out of his country?" And this old gentleman, from his profession, belongs to the better informed and more intelligent classes! Renous himself, two or three years before, left in a house at San Fernando some caterpillars, under charge of a girl to feed, that they might turn into butterflies. This was rumoured through the town, and at last the padres and governor consulted together, and agreed it must be some heresy. Accordingly, when Renous returned, he was arrested.
One day, a German natural history collector named Renous visited, and almost at the same time, an old Spanish lawyer showed up. I found it amusing to hear about the conversation they had. Renous speaks Spanish so well that the old lawyer mistook him for a Chilean. Referencing me, Renous asked the lawyer what he thought about the King of England sending a collector to their country to gather lizards and beetles and break stones. The old gentleman thought for a moment, then said, "That's not right—hay un gato encerrado aqui (there's something fishy going on here). No one is so wealthy as to send people to collect such nonsense. I don't like it: if one of us were to go do that in England, don’t you think the King of England would quickly kick us out of his country?" And this old gentleman, due to his profession, belongs to the more informed and intelligent classes! Renous himself, a couple of years earlier, had left some caterpillars at a house in San Fernando, entrusted to a girl to feed so they could turn into butterflies. This got around the town, and eventually, the padres and governor discussed it and concluded it must be heresy. So when Renous returned, he was arrested.
September 19th.—We left Yaquil, and followed the flat valley, formed like that of Quillota, in which the Rio Tinderidica flows. Even at these few miles south of Santiago the climate is much damper; in consequence there are fine tracts of pasturage, which are not irrigated. (20th.) We followed this valley till it expanded into a great plain, which reaches from the sea to the mountains west of Rancagua. We shortly lost all trees and even bushes; so that the inhabitants are nearly as badly off for firewood as those in the Pampas. Never having heard of these plains, I was much surprised at meeting with such scenery in Chile. The plains belong to more than one series of different elevations, and they are traversed by broad flat-bottomed valleys; both of which circumstances, as in Patagonia, bespeak the action of the sea on gently rising land. In the steep cliffs bordering these valleys, there are some large caves, which no doubt were originally formed by the waves: one of these is celebrated under the name of Cueva del Obispo; having formerly been consecrated. During the day I felt very unwell, and from that time till the end of October did not recover.
September 19th.—We left Yaquil and followed the flat valley where the Rio Tinderidica flows, which is similar to the Quillota area. Even though we're only a few miles south of Santiago, the climate is much wetter; as a result, there are great stretches of pasture that don't need irrigation. (20th.) We continued down this valley until it opened into a large plain, stretching from the ocean to the mountains west of Rancagua. Soon, we lost all trees and even shrubs; the locals are nearly as short on firewood as those in the Pampas. I had never heard of these plains, so I was quite surprised to see such scenery in Chile. The plains are made up of several different elevations and are crossed by wide, flat-bottomed valleys; these features, similar to those in Patagonia, indicate the influence of the sea on gently rising land. In the steep cliffs lining these valleys, there are some large caves that were likely carved out by the waves: one of them is famous and known as Cueva del Obispo; it was once consecrated. I felt really unwell all day, and from that point until the end of October, I didn't recover.
September 22nd.—We continued to pass over green plains without a tree. The next day we arrived at a house near Navedad, on the sea-coast, where a rich Haciendero gave us lodgings. I stayed here the two ensuing days, and although very unwell, managed to collect from the tertiary formation some marine shells.
September 22nd.—We kept traveling over green plains with no trees in sight. The next day, we reached a house near Navedad, by the coast, where a wealthy landowner offered us a place to stay. I stayed here for the next two days, and even though I was feeling quite sick, I managed to gather some marine shells from the nearby tertiary formation.
24th.—Our course was now directed towards Valparaiso, which with great difficulty I reached on the 27th, and was there confined to my bed till the end of October. During this time I was an inmate in Mr. Corfield's house, whose kindness to me I do not know how to express.
24th.—We were now headed for Valparaiso, which I managed to reach on the 27th after a lot of struggles, and I was stuck in bed there until the end of October. During this time, I stayed at Mr. Corfield's house, and I can't express how grateful I am for his kindness towards me.
I will here add a few observations on some of the animals and birds of Chile. The Puma, or South American Lion, is not uncommon. This animal has a wide geographical range; being found from the equatorial forests, throughout the deserts of Patagonia as far south as the damp and cold latitudes (53 to 54 degs.) of Tierra del Fuego. I have seen its footsteps in the Cordillera of central Chile, at an elevation of at least 10,000 feet. In La Plata the puma preys chiefly on deer, ostriches, bizcacha, and other small quadrupeds; it there seldom attacks cattle or horses, and most rarely man. In Chile, however, it destroys many young horses and cattle, owing probably to the scarcity of other quadrupeds: I heard, likewise, of two men and a woman who had been thus killed. It is asserted that the puma always kills its prey by springing on the shoulders, and then drawing back the head with one of its paws, until the vertebrae break: I have seen in Patagonia the skeletons of guanacos, with their necks thus dislocated.
I want to share some observations about the animals and birds of Chile. The Puma, or South American Lion, is fairly common. This animal has a broad geographical range, found from the equatorial forests to the deserts of Patagonia, reaching as far south as the damp and cold areas (53 to 54 degrees) of Tierra del Fuego. I've seen its footprints in the Andes of central Chile at an altitude of at least 10,000 feet. In La Plata, the puma mainly hunts deer, ostriches, bizcacha, and other small mammals; it seldom attacks cattle or horses, and very rarely humans. However, in Chile, it often kills young horses and cattle, likely due to the lack of other mammals. I also heard about two men and a woman who were killed by one. It’s said that the puma always kills its prey by jumping on their shoulders and then pulling back the head with one of its paws until the vertebrae break. I’ve seen skeletons of guanacos in Patagonia with their necks dislocated like that.
The puma, after eating its fill, covers the carcass with many large bushes, and lies down to watch it. This habit is often the cause of its being discovered; for the condors wheeling in the air every now and then descend to partake of the feast, and being angrily driven away, rise all together on the wing. The Chileno Guaso then knows there is a lion watching his prey—the word is given—and men and dogs hurry to the chase. Sir F. Head says that a Gaucho in the pampas, upon merely seeing some condors wheeling in the air, cried "A lion!" I could never myself meet with any one who pretended to such powers of discrimination. It is asserted that, if a puma has once been betrayed by thus watching the carcass, and has then been hunted, it never resumes this habit; but that, having gorged itself, it wanders far away. The puma is easily killed. In an open country, it is first entangled with the bolas, then lazoed, and dragged along the ground till rendered insensible. At Tandeel (south of the plata), I was told that within three months one hundred were thus destroyed. In Chile they are generally driven up bushes or trees, and are then either shot, or baited to death by dogs. The dogs employed in this chase belong to a particular breed, called Leoneros: they are weak, slight animals, like long-legged terriers, but are born with a particular instinct for this sport. The puma is described as being very crafty: when pursued, it often returns on its former track, and then suddenly making a spring on one side, waits there till the dogs have passed by. It is a very silent animal, uttering no cry even when wounded, and only rarely during the breeding season.
The puma, after eating its fill, covers the carcass with several large bushes and lies down to keep an eye on it. This behavior often leads to its discovery, as the condors circling in the air occasionally swoop down to feast and, when driven away angrily, all take off together. The Chileno Guaso then knows there’s a puma watching its prey—the word spreads—and men and dogs rush to the hunt. Sir F. Head mentions that a Gaucho in the pampas, upon simply seeing some condors circling overhead, exclaimed, “A lion!” I have never personally encountered anyone who claimed such keen powers of observation. It’s said that if a puma has once been revealed by watching the carcass and then hunted, it never resumes this habit; instead, after gorging itself, it wanders far away. The puma is relatively easy to kill. In open country, it’s first caught with bolas, then roped, and dragged until it’s unconscious. In Tandeel (south of the Plata), I was told that in just three months, one hundred were killed this way. In Chile, they are typically driven up into bushes or trees, where they are either shot or hunted to death by dogs. The dogs used for this hunting belong to a specific breed called Leoneros; they are small, slender animals that resemble long-legged terriers but are born with a unique instinct for this sport. The puma is described as very cunning: when pursued, it often retraces its steps and then suddenly leaps to the side, waiting until the dogs have passed by. It is a very silent animal, making no sound even when wounded, and only rarely vocalizes during the breeding season.
Of birds, two species of the genus Pteroptochos (megapodius and albicollis of Kittlitz) are perhaps the most conspicuous. The former, called by the Chilenos "el Turco," is as large as a fieldfare, to which bird it has some alliance; but its legs are much longer, tail shorter, and beak stronger: its colour is a reddish brown. The Turco is not uncommon. It lives on the ground, sheltered among the thickets which are scattered over the dry and sterile hills. With its tail erect, and stilt-like legs, it may be seen every now and then popping from one bush to another with uncommon quickness. It really requires little imagination to believe that the bird is ashamed of itself, and is aware of its most ridiculous figure. On first seeing it, one is tempted to exclaim, "A vilely stuffed specimen has escaped from some museum, and has come to life again!" It cannot be made to take flight without the greatest trouble, nor does it run, but only hops. The various loud cries which it utters when concealed amongst the bushes, are as strange as its appearance. It is said to build its nest in a deep hole beneath the ground. I dissected several specimens: the gizzard, which was very muscular, contained beetles, vegetable fibres, and pebbles. From this character, from the length of its legs, scratching feet, membranous covering to the nostrils, short and arched wings, this bird seems in a certain degree to connect the thrushes with the gallinaceous order.
Of birds, two species from the genus Pteroptochos (megapodius and albicollis of Kittlitz) stand out the most. The first one, called "el Turco" by Chileans, is about the size of a fieldfare, with some similarities to that bird; however, it has much longer legs, a shorter tail, and a stronger beak. Its color is a reddish brown. The Turco is fairly common, living on the ground and hiding among the shrubs scattered across the dry, barren hills. With its tail upright and long legs, you can occasionally see it quickly hopping from one bush to another. It doesn’t take much imagination to think that the bird feels a bit embarrassed about its awkward appearance. At first glance, one might think, "A poorly stuffed specimen has escaped from a museum and come back to life!" It’s very hesitant to take flight, requiring a lot of effort to get it to do so, and it prefers to hop instead of running. The loud calls it makes while hidden in the bushes are just as strange as its looks. It is said to build its nest in a deep hole underground. I examined several specimens: the gizzard, which was very muscular, contained beetles, plant fibers, and pebbles. Given these traits, along with its long legs, scratching feet, membrane-covered nostrils, and short, curved wings, this bird seems to connect the thrushes with the chicken-like group.
The second species (or P. albicollis) is allied to the first in its general form. It is called Tapacolo, or "cover your posterior;" and well does the shameless little bird deserve its name; for it carries its tail more than erect, that is, inclined backwards towards its head. It is very common, and frequents the bottoms of hedge-rows, and the bushes scattered over the barren hills, where scarcely another bird can exist. In its general manner of feeding, of quickly hopping out of the thickets and back again, in its desire of concealment, unwillingness to take flight, and nidification, it bears a close resemblance to the Turco; but its appearance is not quite so ridiculous. The Tapacolo is very crafty: when frightened by any person, it will remain motionless at the bottom of a bush, and will then, after a little while, try with much address to crawl away on the opposite side. It is also an active bird, and continually making a noise: these noises are various and strangely odd; some are like the cooing of doves, others like the bubbling of water, and many defy all similes. The country people say it changes its cry five times in the year—according to some change of season, I suppose. 124
The second species (or P. albicollis) is related to the first in its overall shape. It’s called Tapacolo, or "cover your backside," and the cheeky little bird truly lives up to its name since it holds its tail more than upright, tilting it back towards its head. It’s very common and usually found at the edges of hedges and among the scattered bushes on the barren hills, where hardly any other birds can survive. In how it feeds—quickly hopping out of the thickets and then back again, eager to hide, reluctant to fly, and in nesting habits—it closely resembles the Turco, though it’s not quite as comical looking. The Tapacolo is quite clever: when scared by a person, it will stay still at the base of a bush, and after a while, it will cleverly attempt to crawl away from the opposite side. It's also an active bird, constantly making sounds; these noises are various and quite unusual—some sound like doves cooing, others like bubbling water, and many defy comparison. Locals say it changes its call five times a year—likely linked to seasonal changes, I assume. 124
Two species of humming-birds are common; Trochilus forficatus is found over a space of 2500 miles on the west coast, from the hot dry country of Lima, to the forests of Tierra del Fuego—where it may be seen flitting about in snow-storms. In the wooded island of Chiloe, which has an extremely humid climate, this little bird, skipping from side to side amidst the dripping foliage, is perhaps more abundant than almost any other kind. I opened the stomachs of several specimens, shot in different parts of the continent, and in all, remains of insects were as numerous as in the stomach of a creeper. When this species migrates in the summer southward, it is replaced by the arrival of another species coming from the north. This second kind (Trochilus gigas) is a very large bird for the delicate family to which it belongs: when on the wing its appearance is singular. Like others of the genus, it moves from place to place with a rapidity which may be compared to that of Syrphus amongst flies, and Sphinx among moths; but whilst hovering over a flower, it flaps its wings with a very slow and powerful movement, totally different from that vibratory one common to most of the species, which produces the humming noise. I never saw any other bird where the force of its wings appeared (as in a butterfly) so powerful in proportion to the weight of its body. When hovering by a flower, its tail is constantly expanded and shut like a fan, the body being kept in a nearly vertical position. This action appears to steady and support the bird, between the slow movements of its wings. Although flying from flower to flower in search of food, its stomach generally contained abundant remains of insects, which I suspect are much more the object of its search than honey. The note of this species, like that of nearly the whole family, is extremely shrill.
Two species of hummingbirds are common; Trochilus forficatus can be found across 2500 miles of the west coast, from the hot, dry areas of Lima to the forests of Tierra del Fuego—where it can be seen darting around even during snowstorms. In the humid island of Chiloe, this little bird, flitting from side to side among the dripping leaves, is possibly more numerous than any other kind. I examined the stomachs of several specimens shot in different areas of the continent, and in all of them, I found insect remains as plentiful as in the stomach of a creeper. When this species migrates south in the summer, it is replaced by another species arriving from the north. This second species (Trochilus gigas) is quite large compared to the delicate family it belongs to: in flight, it looks distinct. Like others in its genus, it moves quickly from place to place, comparable to Syrphus among flies and Sphinx among moths; but while hovering over a flower, it flaps its wings slowly and powerfully, which is completely different from the rapid vibrations typical of most species that produce the humming sound. I’ve never seen another bird where the strength of its wings seems (like a butterfly) so powerful relative to its body weight. When hovering near a flower, its tail constantly fans out and closes, keeping its body in a nearly vertical position. This motion seems to stabilize and support the bird amid the slow wingbeats. Although it flies from flower to flower in search of food, its stomach typically contains plenty of insect remains, which I think is more what it’s looking for than honey. The call of this species, like that of nearly all in the family, is extremely high-pitched.
CHAPTER XIII — CHILOE AND CHONOS ISLANDS
Chiloe—General Aspect—Boat Excursion—Native Indians—Castro—Tame Fox—Ascend San Pedro—Chonos Archipelago—Peninsula of Tres Montes—Granitic Range—Boat-wrecked Sailors—Low's Harbour—Wild Potato—Formation of Peat—Myopotamus, Otter and Mice—Cheucau and Barking-bird—Opetiorhynchus—Singular Character of Ornithology—Petrels.
Chiloe—General Overview—Boat Trip—Indigenous Peoples—Castro—Tame Fox—Climbing San Pedro—Chonos Archipelago—Tres Montes Peninsula—Granitic Range—Shipwrecked Sailors—Low's Harbour—Wild Potato—Peat Formation—Myopotamus, Otter, and Mice—Cheucau and Barking Bird—Opetiorhynchus—Unique Features of Ornithology—Petrels.
NOVEMBER 10th.—The Beagle sailed from Valparaiso to the south, for the purpose of surveying the southern part of Chile, the island of Chiloe, and the broken land called the Chonos Archipelago, as far south as the Peninsula of Tres Montes. On the 21st we anchored in the bay of S. Carlos, the capital of Chiloe.
NOVEMBER 10th.—The Beagle set sail from Valparaiso heading south to survey the southern part of Chile, the island of Chiloe, and the rugged area known as the Chonos Archipelago, all the way down to the Peninsula of Tres Montes. On the 21st, we dropped anchor in the bay of S. Carlos, the capital of Chiloe.
This island is about ninety miles long, with a breadth of rather less than thirty. The land is hilly, but not mountainous, and is covered by one great forest, except where a few green patches have been cleared round the thatched cottages. From a distance the view somewhat resembles that of Tierra del Fuego; but the woods, when seen nearer, are incomparably more beautiful. Many kinds of fine evergreen trees, and plants with a tropical character, here take the place of the gloomy beech of the southern shores. In winter the climate is detestable, and in summer it is only a little better. I should think there are few parts of the world, within the temperate regions, where so much rain falls. The winds are very boisterous, and the sky almost always clouded: to have a week of fine weather is something wonderful. It is even difficult to get a single glimpse of the Cordillera: during our first visit, once only the volcano of Osorno stood out in bold relief, and that was before sunrise; it was curious to watch, as the sun rose, the outline gradually fading away in the glare of the eastern sky.
This island is about ninety miles long and just under thirty miles wide. The land is hilly, but not mountainous, and is mainly covered by a large forest, except for a few green areas that have been cleared around the thatched cottages. From a distance, it looks somewhat like Tierra del Fuego; however, the woods are much more beautiful up close. Various kinds of beautiful evergreen trees and tropical plants replace the gloomy beech trees found on the southern shores. The winter climate is terrible, and the summer is only slightly better. I would guess there are few places in the temperate regions where it rains this much. The winds are very strong, and the sky is almost always overcast; having a week of nice weather is a rare event. It’s even hard to catch a glimpse of the Cordillera: during our first visit, we only saw the Osorno volcano stand out sharply, and that was before sunrise; it was interesting to watch as the sun rose, gradually washing out its outline in the bright eastern sky.
The inhabitants, from their complexion and low stature; appear to have three-fourths of Indian blood in their veins. They are an humble, quiet, industrious set of men. Although the fertile soil, resulting from the decomposition of the volcanic rocks, supports a rank vegetation, yet the climate is not favourable to any production which requires much sunshine to ripen it. There is very little pasture for the larger quadrupeds; and in consequence, the staple articles of food are pigs, potatoes, and fish. The people all dress in strong woollen garments, which each family makes for itself, and dyes with indigo of a dark blue colour. The arts, however, are in the rudest state;—as may be seen in their strange fashion of ploughing, their method of spinning, grinding corn, and in the construction of their boats. The forests are so impenetrable, that the land is nowhere cultivated except near the coast and on the adjoining islets. Even where paths exist, they are scarcely passable from the soft and swampy state of the soil. The inhabitants, like those of Tierra del Fuego, move about chiefly on the beach or in boats. Although with plenty to eat, the people are very poor: there is no demand for labour, and consequently the lower orders cannot scrape together money sufficient to purchase even the smallest luxuries. There is also a great deficiency of a circulating medium. I have seen a man bringing on his back a bag of charcoal, with which to buy some trifle, and another carrying a plank to exchange for a bottle of wine. Hence every tradesman must also be a merchant, and again sell the goods which he takes in exchange.
The locals, based on their skin tone and short stature, seem to have three-quarters Indian ancestry. They are a humble, quiet, and hardworking group. Despite the fertile soil, which comes from the breakdown of volcanic rocks and supports dense vegetation, the climate isn’t ideal for growing crops that need a lot of sunlight to ripen. There’s very little grazing land for larger animals, so the main staples are pigs, potatoes, and fish. Everyone wears sturdy wool garments that each family makes and dyes a dark blue with indigo. However, their skills in crafts are very basic, as seen in their unusual way of plowing, their spinning and corn-grinding methods, and the design of their boats. The forests are so thick that farmland is limited to the coast and nearby small islands. Even where paths exist, they are hardly navigable due to the soft, marshy ground. Like the people of Tierra del Fuego, they mainly get around on the beach or by boat. Although they have enough food, the people are very poor; there’s little demand for work, so the lower classes can hardly save up enough money for even the smallest luxuries. There’s also a significant lack of currency. I’ve seen a man carrying a bag of charcoal to trade for something small, and another one hauling a plank to exchange for a bottle of wine. Thus, every trader must also act as a merchant, selling the goods they receive in trade.
November 24th.—The yawl and whale-boat were sent under the command of Mr. (now Captain) Sulivan, to survey the eastern or inland coast of Chiloe; and with orders to meet the Beagle at the southern extremity of the island; to which point she would proceed by the outside, so as thus to circumnavigate the whole. I accompanied this expedition, but instead of going in the boats the first day, I hired horses to take me to Chacao, at the northern extremity of the island. The road followed the coast; every now and then crossing promontories covered by fine forests. In these shaded paths it is absolutely necessary that the whole road should be made of logs of wood, which are squared and placed by the side of each other. From the rays of the sun never penetrating the evergreen foliage, the ground is so damp and soft, that except by this means neither man nor horse would be able to pass along. I arrived at the village of Chacao shortly after the tents belonging to the boats were pitched for the night.
November 24th.—The yawl and whale-boat were sent out under the command of Mr. (now Captain) Sulivan to survey the eastern or inland coast of Chiloe, with orders to meet the Beagle at the southern tip of the island. She would take the outer route to completely circumnavigate it. I joined this expedition, but instead of going by boat on the first day, I rented horses to take me to Chacao, at the northern end of the island. The road hugged the coast, occasionally crossing headlands covered by beautiful forests. On these shaded paths, it’s essential that the whole road is made from logs, which are squared and placed next to each other. Since the sunlight doesn’t reach the evergreen canopy, the ground is so damp and soft that without this setup, neither people nor horses could get through. I reached the village of Chacao shortly after the tents from the boats were set up for the night.
The land in this neighbourhood has been extensively cleared, and there were many quiet and most picturesque nooks in the forest. Chacao was formerly the principal port in the island; but many vessels having been lost, owing to the dangerous currents and rocks in the straits, the Spanish government burnt the church, and thus arbitrarily compelled the greater number of inhabitants to migrate to S. Carlos. We had not long bivouacked, before the barefooted son of the governor came down to reconnoitre us. Seeing the English flag hoisted at the yawl's mast-head, he asked with the utmost indifference, whether it was always to fly at Chacao. In several places the inhabitants were much astonished at the appearance of men-of-war's boats, and hoped and believed it was the forerunner of a Spanish fleet, coming to recover the island from the patriot government of Chile. All the men in power, however, had been informed of our intended visit, and were exceedingly civil. While we were eating our supper, the governor paid us a visit. He had been a lieutenant-colonel in the Spanish service, but now was miserably poor. He gave us two sheep, and accepted in return two cotton handkerchiefs, some brass trinkets, and a little tobacco.
The land in this neighborhood has been heavily cleared, and there were many quiet and beautiful spots in the forest. Chacao used to be the main port on the island, but many ships were lost due to the dangerous currents and rocks in the straits, prompting the Spanish government to burn the church and force most of the residents to move to S. Carlos. We hadn’t been set up for long before the governor’s barefoot son came down to check us out. Noticing the English flag raised at the yawl's mast, he casually asked if it was going to fly at Chacao all the time. In several places, the locals were quite surprised to see men-of-war boats and hoped that it meant a Spanish fleet was coming to take back the island from the patriot government of Chile. However, all the powerful figures had been notified of our planned visit and were very polite. While we were having our supper, the governor came to see us. He had been a lieutenant-colonel in the Spanish army, but now he was quite poor. He gave us two sheep and accepted in return two cotton handkerchiefs, some brass trinkets, and a little tobacco.
25th.—Torrents of rain: we managed, however, to run down the coast as far as Huapi-lenou. The whole of this eastern side of Chiloe has one aspect; it is a plain, broken by valleys and divided into little islands, and the whole thickly covered with one impervious blackish-green forest. On the margins there are some cleared spaces, surrounding the high-roofed cottages.
25th.—Torrential rain: we still managed to travel down the coast as far as Huapi-lenou. The entire eastern side of Chiloe looks the same; it's a flat area interrupted by valleys and split into small islands, all densely covered by a thick, dark green forest. Along the edges, there are a few cleared areas, which surround the high-roofed cottages.
26th—The day rose splendidly clear. The volcano of Orsono was spouting out volumes of smoke. This most beautiful mountain, formed like a perfect cone, and white with snow, stands out in front of the Cordillera. Another great volcano, with a saddle-shaped summit, also emitted from its immense crater little jets of steam. Subsequently we saw the lofty-peaked Corcovado—well deserving the name of "el famoso Corcovado." Thus we beheld, from one point of view, three great active volcanoes, each about seven thousand feet high. In addition to this, far to the south, there were other lofty cones covered with snow, which, although not known to be active, must be in their origin volcanic. The line of the Andes is not, in this neighbourhood, nearly so elevated as in Chile; neither does it appear to form so perfect a barrier between the regions of the earth. This great range, although running in a straight north and south line, owing to an optical deception, always appeared more or less curved; for the lines drawn from each peak to the beholder's eye, necessarily converged like the radii of a semicircle, and as it was not possible (owing to the clearness of the atmosphere and the absence of all intermediate objects) to judge how far distant the farthest peaks were off, they appeared to stand in a flattish semicircle.
26th—The day started off beautifully clear. The Orsono volcano was belching out thick clouds of smoke. This stunning mountain, shaped like a perfect cone and capped with snow, stands out in front of the Andes. Another huge volcano, with a saddle-shaped top, also released little bursts of steam from its massive crater. Next, we saw the towering Corcovado—truly deserving the title "el famoso Corcovado." From this viewpoint, we could see three major active volcanoes, each about seven thousand feet high. Furthermore, far to the south, there were other tall cones covered with snow that, while not confirmed to be active, clearly had volcanic origins. In this area, the Andes mountain range isn’t nearly as high as it is in Chile, nor does it seem to form such a clear barrier between different regions. Although this mountain range runs straight north and south, due to an optical illusion, it always looks somewhat curved; the lines drawn from each peak to the viewer's eye converge like the spokes of a semicircle. Since the atmosphere was so clear and there were no objects in between, it was difficult to gauge the distance to the furthest peaks, making them appear to form a flat semicircle.
Landing at midday, we saw a family of pure Indian extraction. The father was singularly like York Minster; and some of the younger boys, with their ruddy complexions, might have been mistaken for Pampas Indians. Everything I have seen, convinces me of the close connexion of the different American tribes, who nevertheless speak distinct languages. This party could muster but little Spanish, and talked to each other in their own tongue. It is a pleasant thing to see the aborigines advanced to the same degree of civilization, however low that may be, which their white conquerors have attained. More to the south we saw many pure Indians: indeed, all the inhabitants of some of the islets retain their Indian surnames. In the census of 1832, there were in Chiloe and its dependencies forty-two thousand souls; the greater number of these appear to be of mixed blood. Eleven thousand retain their Indian surnames, but it is probable that not nearly all of these are of a pure breed. Their manner of life is the same with that of the other poor inhabitants, and they are all Christians; but it is said that they yet retain some strange superstitious ceremonies, and that they pretend to hold communication with the devil in certain caves. Formerly, every one convicted of this offence was sent to the Inquisition at Lima. Many of the inhabitants who are not included in the eleven thousand with Indian surnames, cannot be distinguished by their appearance from Indians. Gomez, the governor of Lemuy, is descended from noblemen of Spain on both sides; but by constant intermarriages with the natives the present man is an Indian. On the other hand the governor of Quinchao boasts much of his purely kept Spanish blood.
Landing at midday, we saw a family of pure Native American descent. The father resembled York Minster, and some of the younger boys, with their ruddy complexions, could have been mistaken for Pampas Indians. Everything I’ve seen convinces me of the close connection between various American tribes, even though they speak different languages. This group spoke very little Spanish and communicated among themselves in their own language. It's a nice sight to see the Indigenous people reaching a similar level of civilization, however minimal that may be, as their white conquerors. Further south, we encountered many pure Indians; in fact, all the residents of some of the islets still have their Indigenous surnames. According to the 1832 census, there were forty-two thousand people in Chiloe and its dependencies; most appear to be of mixed heritage. Eleven thousand retain their Indigenous surnames, but it’s likely that not all of them are of pure descent. Their way of life is similar to that of other poor residents, and they are all Christians; however, it’s said they still practice some strange superstitious ceremonies and claim to communicate with the devil in certain caves. In the past, anyone caught in this practice was sent to the Inquisition in Lima. Many residents not included in the eleven thousand with Indigenous surnames can’t be distinguished by their looks from Indians. Gomez, the governor of Lemuy, is descended from Spanish nobility on both sides; but due to continuous intermarriage with the locals, he is considered an Indian today. Conversely, the governor of Quinchao takes pride in his pure Spanish heritage.
We reached at night a beautiful little cove, north of the island of Caucahue. The people here complained of want of land. This is partly owing to their own negligence in not clearing the woods, and partly to restrictions by the government, which makes it necessary, before buying ever so small a piece, to pay two shillings to the surveyor for measuring each quadra (150 yards square), together with whatever price he fixes for the value of the land. After his valuation the land must be put up three times to auction, and if no one bids more, the purchaser can have it at that rate. All these exactions must be a serious check to clearing the ground, where the inhabitants are so extremely poor. In most countries, forests are removed without much difficulty by the aid of fire; but in Chiloe, from the damp nature of the climate, and the sort of trees, it is necessary first to cut them down. This is a heavy drawback to the prosperity of Chiloe. In the time of the Spaniards the Indians could not hold land; and a family, after having cleared a piece of ground, might be driven away, and the property seized by the government. The Chilian authorities are now performing an act of justice by making retribution to these poor Indians, giving to each man, according to his grade of life, a certain portion of land. The value of uncleared ground is very little. The government gave Mr. Douglas (the present surveyor, who informed me of these circumstances) eight and a half square miles of forest near S. Carlos, in lieu of a debt; and this he sold for 350 dollars, or about 70 pounds sterling.
We arrived at a lovely little cove at night, north of the island of Caucahue. The locals here complained about the lack of land. This is partly due to their own carelessness in not clearing the forests, and partly because of government restrictions, which require that before purchasing even a small piece of land, you must pay two shillings to the surveyor for measuring each quadra (150 square yards), plus whatever price he decides for the land's value. After his appraisal, the land must be auctioned three times, and if no one bids higher, the buyer can get it at that price. All these fees are a significant barrier to clearing land, especially since the residents are very poor. In most countries, forests are cleared relatively easily using fire; however, in Chiloe, due to the damp climate and the types of trees, they must be cut down first. This is a big drawback to Chiloe's prosperity. During Spanish rule, the Indigenous people couldn’t own land, and a family that cleared a piece could be driven off, with the property taken by the government. The Chilean authorities are now correcting this injustice by compensating these poor Indigenous people, giving each man a certain amount of land based on his situation. The value of uncleared land is very low. The government gave Mr. Douglas (the current surveyor, who told me about these issues) eight and a half square miles of forest near S. Carlos to settle a debt; he sold it for 350 dollars, or about 70 pounds sterling.
The two succeeding days were fine, and at night we reached the island of Quinchao. This neighbourhood is the most cultivated part of the Archipelago; for a broad strip of land on the coast of the main island, as well as on many of the smaller adjoining ones, is almost completely cleared. Some of the farm-houses seemed very comfortable. I was curious to ascertain how rich any of these people might be, but Mr. Douglas says that no one can be considered as possessing a regular income. One of the richest landowners might possibly accumulate, in a long industrious life, as much as 1000 pounds sterling; but should this happen, it would all be stowed away in some secret corner, for it is the custom of almost every family to have a jar or treasure-chest buried in the ground.
The next two days were nice, and at night we arrived at the island of Quinchao. This area is the most developed part of the Archipelago; a wide stretch of land along the coast of the main island, as well as many of the smaller surrounding ones, is nearly fully cleared. Some of the farmhouses looked quite cozy. I was interested to find out how wealthy these people might be, but Mr. Douglas says that no one has a stable income. Even one of the richest landowners might gather up, over a long and hard-working life, as much as £1,000; but if that happens, it would all be hidden away in some secret spot, since it's common for almost every family to have a jar or treasure chest buried in the ground.
November 30th.—Early on Sunday morning we reached Castro, the ancient capital of Chiloe, but now a most forlorn and deserted place. The usual quadrangular arrangement of Spanish towns could be traced, but the streets and plaza were coated with fine green turf, on which sheep were browsing. The church, which stands in the middle, is entirely built of plank, and has a picturesque and venerable appearance. The poverty of the place may be conceived from the fact, that although containing some hundreds of inhabitants, one of our party was unable anywhere to purchase either a pound of sugar or an ordinary knife. No individual possessed either a watch or a clock; and an old man, who was supposed to have a good idea of time, was employed to strike the church bell by guess. The arrival of our boats was a rare event in this quiet retired corner of the world; and nearly all the inhabitants came down to the beach to see us pitch our tents. They were very civil, and offered us a house; and one man even sent us a cask of cider as a present. In the afternoon we paid our respects to the governor—a quiet old man, who, in his appearance and manner of life, was scarcely superior to an English cottager. At night heavy rain set in, which was hardly sufficient to drive away from our tents the large circle of lookers-on. An Indian family, who had come to trade in a canoe from Caylen, bivouacked near us. They had no shelter during the rain. In the morning I asked a young Indian, who was wet to the skin, how he had passed the night. He seemed perfectly content, and answered, "Muy bien, senor."
November 30th.—Early on Sunday morning, we arrived in Castro, the once ancient capital of Chiloe, but now a very sad and abandoned place. You could still see the typical square layout of Spanish towns, but the streets and plaza were covered with fine green grass, where sheep grazed. The church, located in the center, was made entirely of wooden planks and had a picturesque and old-fashioned look. You could tell how poor the place was by the fact that, despite having a few hundred residents, one of our group couldn’t find a pound of sugar or a regular knife for sale anywhere. No one owned a watch or a clock, and an old man, thought to have a decent sense of time, was asked to ring the church bell based on guesswork. The arrival of our boats was a rare occurrence in this quiet, remote corner of the world, and almost all the residents came down to the beach to watch us set up our tents. They were very polite and offered us a house, and one man even sent us a cask of cider as a gift. In the afternoon, we paid a visit to the governor—a calm old man who, in his appearance and lifestyle, was hardly above that of an English farmer. At night, heavy rain started, but it was hardly enough to chase away the large crowd of onlookers from our tents. An Indian family, who had traveled from Caylen to trade in a canoe, camped near us. They had no shelter during the rain. In the morning, I asked a young Indian, who was soaked to the bone, how he had spent the night. He seemed completely content and replied, "Muy bien, senor."
December 1st.—We steered for the island of Lemuy. I was anxious to examine a reported coal-mine which turned out to be lignite of little value, in the sandstone (probably of an ancient tertiary epoch) of which these islands are composed. When we reached Lemuy we had much difficulty in finding any place to pitch our tents, for it was spring-tide, and the land was wooded down to the water's edge. In a short time we were surrounded by a large group of the nearly pure Indian inhabitants. They were much surprised at our arrival, and said one to the other, "This is the reason we have seen so many parrots lately; the cheucau (an odd red-breasted little bird, which inhabits the thick forest, and utters very peculiar noises) has not cried 'beware' for nothing." They were soon anxious for barter. Money was scarcely worth anything, but their eagerness for tobacco was something quite extraordinary. After tobacco, indigo came next in value; then capsicum, old clothes, and gunpowder. The latter article was required for a very innocent purpose: each parish has a public musket, and the gunpowder was wanted for making a noise on their saint or feast days.
December 1st.—We headed for the island of Lemuy. I was eager to check out a reported coal mine, which turned out to be lignite of little value, in the sandstone (probably from an ancient tertiary period) that makes up these islands. When we arrived at Lemuy, we had a hard time finding a place to set up our tents since it was spring tide, and the land was wooded right down to the water's edge. Before long, we were surrounded by a large group of nearly pure Indian inhabitants. They were quite surprised by our arrival and exchanged comments like, "This explains why we've been seeing so many parrots lately; the cheucau (a quirky little red-breasted bird that lives in the thick forest and makes very strange sounds) hasn't cried 'beware' for no reason." They quickly became eager to trade. Money was almost worthless, but their craving for tobacco was remarkable. After tobacco, indigo was the next most valuable item, followed by capsicum, old clothes, and gunpowder. The gunpowder was needed for a very innocent purpose: each parish has a public musket, and they wanted it to make noise on their saint or feast days.
The people here live chiefly on shell-fish and potatoes. At certain seasons they catch also, in "corrales," or hedges under water, many fish which are left on the mud-banks as the tide falls. They occasionally possess fowls, sheep, goats, pigs, horses, and cattle; the order in which they are here mentioned, expressing their respective numbers. I never saw anything more obliging and humble than the manners of these people. They generally began with stating that they were poor natives of the place, and not Spaniards and that they were in sad want of tobacco and other comforts. At Caylen, the most southern island, the sailors bought with a stick of tobacco, of the value of three-halfpence, two fowls, one of which, the Indian stated, had skin between its toes, and turned out to be a fine duck; and with some cotton handkerchiefs, worth three shillings, three sheep and a large bunch of onions were procured. The yawl at this place was anchored some way from the shore, and we had fears for her safety from robbers during the night. Our pilot, Mr. Douglas, accordingly told the constable of the district that we always placed sentinels with loaded arms and not understanding Spanish, if we saw any person in the dark, we should assuredly shoot him. The constable, with much humility, agreed to the perfect propriety of this arrangement, and promised us that no one should stir out of his house during that night.
The people here mainly eat shellfish and potatoes. At certain times of the year, they also catch a lot of fish in "corrales," or underwater fences, which are left on the mudflats as the tide goes out. They sometimes have chickens, sheep, goats, pigs, horses, and cattle, in that order, indicating their numbers. I’ve never seen anyone more polite and humble than these people. They usually start by saying they are poor locals, not Spaniards, and they are in desperate need of tobacco and other comforts. In Caylen, the southernmost island, the sailors traded a stick of tobacco worth three halfpennies for two chickens, one of which the Indian said had webbing between its toes and turned out to be a nice duck. They also traded some cotton handkerchiefs worth three shillings for three sheep and a large bunch of onions. The yawl was anchored a bit away from the shore, and we worried about its safety from thieves during the night. Our pilot, Mr. Douglas, told the local constable that we always stationed guards with loaded weapons and that if we saw anyone moving in the dark, we would definitely shoot them. The constable, with great humility, agreed that this was perfectly reasonable and promised us that no one would leave their house that night.
During the four succeeding days we continued sailing southward. The general features of the country remained the same, but it was much less thickly inhabited. On the large island of Tanqui there was scarcely one cleared spot, the trees on every side extending their branches over the sea-beach. I one day noticed, growing on the sandstone cliffs, some very fine plants of the panke (Gunnera scabra), which somewhat resembles the rhubarb on a gigantic scale. The inhabitants eat the stalks, which are subacid, and tan leather with the roots, and prepare a black dye from them. The leaf is nearly circular, but deeply indented on its margin. I measured one which was nearly eight feet in diameter, and therefore no less than twenty-four in circumference! The stalk is rather more than a yard high, and each plant sends out four or five of these enormous leaves, presenting together a very noble appearance.
Over the next four days, we kept heading south. The general landscape stayed the same, but it was much less populated. On the large island of Tanqui, there was hardly a cleared area; trees surrounded it, reaching their branches over the beach. One day, I spotted some impressive panke (Gunnera scabra) growing on the sandstone cliffs, which looks a lot like oversized rhubarb. The locals eat the stalks, which have a slightly sour taste, use the roots to tan leather, and make black dye from them. The leaf is almost circular but has deep notches along its edge. I measured one that was nearly eight feet across, which means it was about twenty-four feet around! The stalk is just over a yard tall, and each plant produces four or five of these huge leaves, creating a striking display together.
December 6th.—We reached Caylen, called "el fin del Cristiandad." In the morning we stopped for a few minutes at a house on the northern end of Laylec, which was the extreme point of South American Christendom, and a miserable hovel it was. The latitude is 43 degs. 10', which is two degrees farther south than the Rio Negro on the Atlantic coast. These extreme Christians were very poor, and, under the plea of their situation, begged for some tobacco. As a proof of the poverty of these Indians, I may mention that shortly before this, we had met a man, who had travelled three days and a half on foot, and had as many to return, for the sake of recovering the value of a small axe and a few fish. How very difficult it must be to buy the smallest article, when such trouble is taken to recover so small a debt.
December 6th.—We arrived in Caylen, known as "the end of Christendom." In the morning, we paused for a moment at a house on the northern tip of Laylec, which marked the furthest point of South American Christendom, and it was a shabby little place. The latitude is 43 degrees 10', which is two degrees further south than the Rio Negro on the Atlantic coast. These extreme Christians were very poor, and citing their circumstances, they begged for some tobacco. To illustrate the poverty of these Indians, I should mention that shortly before this, we encountered a man who had traveled three and a half days on foot, only to make the same journey back, just to retrieve the value of a small axe and a few fish. It’s hard to imagine how difficult it must be to purchase even the smallest item when so much effort is made to recover such a small debt.
In the evening we reached the island of San Pedro, where we found the Beagle at anchor. In doubling the point, two of the officers landed to take a round of angles with the theodolite. A fox (Canis fulvipes), of a kind said to be peculiar to the island, and very rare in it, and which is a new species, was sitting on the rocks. He was so intently absorbed in watching the work of the officers, that I was able, by quietly walking up behind, to knock him on the head with my geological hammer. This fox, more curious or more scientific, but less wise, than the generality of his brethren, is now mounted in the museum of the Zoological Society.
In the evening, we arrived at the island of San Pedro, where we found the Beagle anchored. As we rounded the point, two of the officers got out to take some angle measurements with the theodolite. A fox (Canis fulvipes), a species said to be unique to the island and very rare there, was sitting on the rocks. He was so focused on watching the officers' work that I was able to quietly sneak up behind him and knock him on the head with my geological hammer. This fox, either more curious or more scientific—but less clever than most of his kind—is now mounted in the museum of the Zoological Society.
We stayed three days in this harbour, on one of which Captain Fitz Roy, with a party, attempted to ascend to the summit of San Pedro. The woods here had rather a different appearance from those on the northern part of the island. The rock, also, being micaceous slate, there was no beach, but the steep sides dipped directly beneath the water. The general aspect in consequence was more like that of Tierra del Fuego than of Chiloe. In vain we tried to gain the summit: the forest was so impenetrable, that no one who has not beheld it can imagine so entangled a mass of dying and dead trunks. I am sure that often, for more than ten minutes together, our feet never touched the ground, and we were frequently ten or fifteen feet above it, so that the seamen as a joke called out the soundings. At other times we crept one after another on our hands and knees, under the rotten trunks. In the lower part of the mountain, noble trees of the Winter's Bark, and a laurel like the sassafras with fragrant leaves, and others, the names of which I do not know, were matted together by a trailing bamboo or cane. Here we were more like fishes struggling in a net than any other animal. On the higher parts, brushwood takes the place of larger trees, with here and there a red cedar or an alerce pine. I was also pleased to see, at an elevation of a little less than 1000 feet, our old friend the southern beech. They were, however, poor stunted trees, and I should think that this must be nearly their northern limit. We ultimately gave up the attempt in despair.
We stayed three days in this harbor, during which Captain Fitz Roy and a group tried to reach the summit of San Pedro. The forests here looked quite different from those in the northern part of the island. The rock was micaceous slate, and there was no beach; the steep sides went straight down into the water. As a result, the overall view resembled Tierra del Fuego more than Chiloe. We tried in vain to reach the summit; the forest was so dense that no one who hasn't seen it can imagine such a tangled mass of dying and dead trunks. I’m sure there were times when our feet didn’t touch the ground for more than ten minutes, and we often found ourselves ten or fifteen feet above it, which made the seamen jokingly call out the depth. At other times, we crawled on our hands and knees under the rotting trunks. In the lower part of the mountain, there were magnificent Winter's Bark trees and a laurel similar to sassafras with fragrant leaves, along with others whose names I don't know, all intertwined with a creeping bamboo or cane. We felt more like fish struggling in a net than any other animal. In the higher areas, brushwood replaced the larger trees, with a few red cedars or alerce pines scattered around. I was also happy to see our old friend the southern beech at just under 1000 feet. However, they were stunted, and I believe this is likely their northern limit. Eventually, we gave up the attempt in despair.
December 10th.—The yawl and whale-boat, with Mr. Sulivan, proceeded on their survey, but I remained on board the Beagle, which the next day left San Pedro for the southward. On the 13th we ran into an opening in the southern part of Guayatecas, or the Chonos Archipelago; and it was fortunate we did so, for on the following day a storm, worthy of Tierra del Fuego, raged with great fury. White massive clouds were piled up against a dark blue sky, and across them black ragged sheets of vapour were rapidly driven. The successive mountain ranges appeared like dim shadows, and the setting sun cast on the woodland a yellow gleam, much like that produced by the flame of spirits of wine. The water was white with the flying spray, and the wind lulled and roared again through the rigging: it was an ominous, sublime scene. During a few minutes there was a bright rainbow, and it was curious to observe the effect of the spray, which being carried along the surface of the water, changed the ordinary semicircle into a circle—a band of prismatic colours being continued, from both feet of the common arch across the bay, close to the vessel's side: thus forming a distorted, but very nearly entire ring.
December 10th.—The yawl and whale-boat, with Mr. Sulivan, continued their survey, but I stayed on board the Beagle, which set off for the south the next day. On the 13th, we entered an opening in the southern part of Guayatecas, or the Chonos Archipelago; and it was lucky we did, because the following day a storm, fit for Tierra del Fuego, raged with great intensity. Huge white clouds piled up against a dark blue sky, and black, ragged sheets of vapor were quickly swept across it. The mountain ranges appeared as faint shadows, and the setting sun cast a yellow glow on the trees, similar to the light from burning alcohol. The water was frothy with flying spray, and the wind alternated between a lull and a roar through the rigging: it was a foreboding, awe-inspiring scene. For a few minutes, a bright rainbow appeared, and it was fascinating to see how the spray, carried across the water's surface, turned the usual semicircle into a complete circle—a band of prismatic colors extended from both ends of the typical arc across the bay, close to the ship's side: thus forming a distorted, yet nearly complete ring.
We stayed here three days. The weather continued bad: but this did not much signify, for the surface of the land in all these islands is all but impassable. The coast is so very rugged that to attempt to walk in that direction requires continued scrambling up and down over the sharp rocks of mica-slate; and as for the woods, our faces, hands, and shin-bones all bore witness to the maltreatment we received, in merely attempting to penetrate their forbidden recesses.
We stayed here for three days. The weather was still bad, but it didn't matter much because the terrain on all these islands is almost impossible to navigate. The coastline is so rugged that trying to walk that way involves constant scrambling over sharp mica-slate rocks. As for the woods, our faces, hands, and shins all showed the evidence of the rough treatment we got just trying to venture into their hidden areas.
December 18th.—We stood out to sea. On the 20th we bade farewell to the south, and with a fair wind turned the ship's head northward. From Cape Tres Montes we sailed pleasantly along the lofty weather-beaten coast, which is remarkable for the bold outline of its hills, and the thick covering of forest even on the almost precipitous flanks. The next day a harbour was discovered, which on this dangerous coast might be of great service to a distressed vessel. It can easily be recognized by a hill 1600 feet high, which is even more perfectly conical than the famous sugar-loaf at Rio de Janeiro. The next day, after anchoring, I succeeded in reaching the summit of this hill. It was a laborious undertaking, for the sides were so steep that in some parts it was necessary to use the trees as ladders. There were also several extensive brakes of the Fuchsia, covered with its beautiful drooping flowers, but very difficult to crawl through. In these wild countries it gives much delight to gain the summit of any mountain. There is an indefinite expectation of seeing something very strange, which, however often it may be balked, never failed with me to recur on each successive attempt. Every one must know the feeling of triumph and pride which a grand view from a height communicates to the mind. In these little frequented countries there is also joined to it some vanity, that you perhaps are the first man who ever stood on this pinnacle or admired this view.
December 18th.—We set out to sea. On the 20th, we said goodbye to the south and, with a good wind, turned the ship northward. From Cape Tres Montes, we sailed along the impressive, weathered coast, known for the dramatic shape of its hills and the dense forests that cover even the steepest slopes. The next day, we discovered a harbor that could be a great refuge for a distressed ship in these treacherous waters. It’s easily recognizable by a 1600-foot hill, which is even more perfectly conical than the famous sugar loaf in Rio de Janeiro. The following day, after anchoring, I made it to the top of this hill. It was a tough climb, as the sides were so steep that at times I had to use the trees as ladders. There were also several large patches of Fuchsia, adorned with its lovely drooping flowers, but they were hard to navigate through. In these wild regions, reaching the top of any mountain brings much joy. There's an endless anticipation of seeing something truly extraordinary, which, no matter how often it’s disappointed, always returns for me with each new attempt. Everyone knows the feeling of triumph and pride that comes with a stunning view from above. In these less-traveled lands, there's also a bit of vanity in thinking you might be the first person ever to stand on this peak or enjoy this view.
A strong desire is always felt to ascertain whether any human being has previously visited an unfrequented spot. A bit of wood with a nail in it, is picked up and studied as if it were covered with hieroglyphics. Possessed with this feeling, I was much interested by finding, on a wild part of the coast, a bed made of grass beneath a ledge of rock. Close by it there had been a fire, and the man had used an axe. The fire, bed, and situation showed the dexterity of an Indian; but he could scarcely have been an Indian, for the race is in this part extinct, owing to the Catholic desire of making at one blow Christians and Slaves. I had at the time some misgivings that the solitary man who had made his bed on this wild spot, must have been some poor shipwrecked sailor, who, in trying to travel up the coast, had here laid himself down for his dreary night.
There's always a strong urge to find out if anyone has ever been to a remote place. A piece of wood with a nail in it is picked up and examined as if it were covered in ancient symbols. With this thought in mind, I was really intrigued to discover, in a wild area along the coast, a bed made of grass tucked under a ledge of rock. Nearby, there had been a fire, and someone had used an axe. The fire, bed, and location showed the skill of a Native American; but he could hardly have been one, since the tribe is nearly gone here due to the Catholic mission to convert them into Christians and slaves. At that moment, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the lone person who had made his bed in this wild place must have been a poor shipwrecked sailor who, while trying to make his way along the coast, had laid down here for a lonely night.
December 28th.—The weather continued very bad, but it at last permitted us to proceed with the survey. The time hung heavy on our hands, as it always did when we were delayed from day to day by successive gales of wind. In the evening another harbour was discovered, where we anchored. Directly afterwards a man was seen waving a shirt, and a boat was sent which brought back two seamen. A party of six had run away from an American whaling vessel, and had landed a little to the southward in a boat, which was shortly afterwards knocked to pieces by the surf. They had now been wandering up and down the coast for fifteen months, without knowing which way to go, or where they were. What a singular piece of good fortune it was that this harbour was now discovered! Had it not been for this one chance, they might have wandered till they had grown old men, and at last have perished on this wild coast. Their sufferings had been very great, and one of their party had lost his life by falling from the cliffs. They were sometimes obliged to separate in search of food, and this explained the bed of the solitary man. Considering what they had undergone, I think they had kept a very good reckoning of time, for they had lost only four days.
December 28th.—The weather remained terrible, but it finally allowed us to continue the survey. We were bored, as we always were when we were delayed day after day by relentless winds. In the evening, we discovered another harbor, where we anchored. Shortly after, a man was seen waving a shirt, and we sent a boat that brought back two sailors. A group of six had escaped from an American whaling ship and had landed just a bit to the south in a boat, which soon got destroyed by the waves. They had been wandering up and down the coast for fifteen months, not knowing where to go or where they were. What an incredible stroke of luck that this harbor was discovered! If it hadn't been for this opportunity, they might have wandered until they grew old and finally died on this rugged coast. Their suffering had been immense, and one member of their group had died after falling from the cliffs. They occasionally had to separate to search for food, which explained the bed of the lone man. Given what they had been through, I think they kept track of time very well, as they had only lost four days.
December 30th.—We anchored in a snug little cove at the foot of some high hills, near the northern extremity of Tres Montes. After breakfast the next morning, a party ascended one of these mountains, which was 2400 feet high. The scenery was remarkable The chief part of the range was composed of grand, solid, abrupt masses of granite, which appeared as if they had been coeval with the beginning of the world. The granite was capped with mica-slate, and this in the lapse of ages had been worn into strange finger-shaped points. These two formations, thus differing in their outlines, agree in being almost destitute of vegetation. This barrenness had to our eyes a strange appearance, from having been so long accustomed to the sight of an almost universal forest of dark-green trees. I took much delight in examining the structure of these mountains. The complicated and lofty ranges bore a noble aspect of durability—equally profitless, however, to man and to all other animals. Granite to the geologist is classic ground: from its widespread limits, and its beautiful and compact texture, few rocks have been more anciently recognised. Granite has given rise, perhaps, to more discussion concerning its origin than any other formation. We generally see it constituting the fundamental rock, and, however formed, we know it is the deepest layer in the crust of this globe to which man has penetrated. The limit of man's knowledge in any subject possesses a high interest, which is perhaps increased by its close neighbourhood to the realms of imagination.
December 30th.—We dropped anchor in a cozy little cove at the base of some tall hills, near the northern edge of Tres Montes. After breakfast the next morning, a group climbed one of these mountains, which was 2,400 feet high. The scenery was stunning. The main part of the range was made up of huge, jagged granite formations that looked like they had been around since the dawn of time. The granite was topped with mica-slate, which had been shaped into strange, finger-like points over the ages. These two types of rock, although different in shape, shared a notable lack of vegetation. This barrenness seemed odd to us since we were so used to seeing a nearly endless forest of dark green trees. I really enjoyed examining the structure of these mountains. The complex and towering ranges had a majestic sense of durability—but they offered nothing to humans or any other animals. For geologists, granite is considered classic ground: it's widely found, and with its beautiful and dense texture, few rocks have been recognized for as long. Granite has sparked perhaps more debate about its origins than any other type of rock. We usually see it as the foundational rock, and no matter how it was formed, we know it is the deepest layer of the Earth's crust that humans have explored. The limits of human understanding on any topic hold a significant interest, often heightened by their close proximity to the realms of imagination.
January 1st 1835.—The new year is ushered in with the ceremonies proper to it in these regions. She lays out no false hopes: a heavy north-western gale, with steady rain, bespeaks the rising year. Thank God, we are not destined here to see the end of it, but hope then to be in the Pacific Ocean, where a blue sky tells one there is a heaven,—a something beyond the clouds above our heads.
January 1st 1835.—The new year is welcomed in with the usual celebrations around here. There are no false hopes: a strong north-western wind, accompanied by steady rain, marks the start of the year. Thank God, we’re not meant to see the end of it here, but we hope to be in the Pacific Ocean by then, where a blue sky reminds us there is a heaven—a place beyond the clouds above us.
The north-west winds prevailing for the next four days, we only managed to cross a great bay, and then anchored in another secure harbour. I accompanied the Captain in a boat to the head of a deep creek. On the way the number of seals which we saw was quite astonishing: every bit of flat rock, and parts of the beach, were covered with them. There appeared to be of a loving disposition, and lay huddled together, fast asleep, like so many pigs; but even pigs would have been ashamed of their dirt, and of the foul smell which came from them. Each herd was watched by the patient but inauspicious eyes of the turkey-buzzard. This disgusting bird, with its bald scarlet head, formed to wallow in putridity, is very common on the west coast, and their attendance on the seals shows on what they rely for their food. We found the water (probably only that of the surface) nearly fresh: this was caused by the number of torrents which, in the form of cascades, came tumbling over the bold granite mountains into the sea. The fresh water attracts the fish, and these bring many terns, gulls, and two kinds of cormorant. We saw also a pair of the beautiful black-necked swans, and several small sea-otters, the fur of which is held in such high estimation. In returning, we were again amused by the impetuous manner in which the heap of seals, old and young, tumbled into the water as the boat passed. They did not remain long under water, but rising, followed us with outstretched necks, expressing great wonder and curiosity.
The north-west winds continued for the next four days, and we only managed to cross a large bay before anchoring in another safe harbor. I went with the Captain in a boat to the end of a deep creek. On the way, the number of seals we saw was quite amazing: every flat rock and parts of the beach were covered with them. They seemed friendly and lay huddled together, fast asleep, like a bunch of pigs; but even pigs would have been embarrassed by their dirt and the awful smell coming from them. Each group was watched by the patient but ominous eyes of the turkey-buzzard. This disgusting bird, with its bald red head made for wallowing in filth, is very common on the west coast, and their presence around the seals shows where they get their food. We found the water (likely just the surface layer) nearly fresh: this was due to the number of torrents pouring over the steep granite mountains into the sea. The fresh water attracts fish, bringing in many terns, gulls, and two types of cormorants. We also spotted a pair of beautiful black-necked swans and several small sea otters, whose fur is highly valued. On the way back, we were again entertained by the frantic way the group of seals, both old and young, tumbled into the water as our boat approached. They didn’t stay underwater for long; instead, they surfaced, following us with their necks stretched out, looking quite curious and amazed.
7th.—Having run up the coast, we anchored near the northern end of the Chonos Archipelago, in Low's Harbour, where we remained a week. The islands were here, as in Chiloe, composed of a stratified, soft, littoral deposit; and the vegetation in consequence was beautifully luxuriant. The woods came down to the sea-beach, just in the manner of an evergreen shrubbery over a gravel walk. We also enjoyed from the anchorage a splendid view of four great snowy cones of the Cordillera, including "el famoso Corcovado;" the range itself had in this latitude so little height, that few parts of it appeared above the tops of the neighbouring islets. We found here a party of five men from Caylen, "el fin del Cristiandad," who had most adventurously crossed in their miserable boat-canoe, for the purpose of fishing, the open space of sea which separates Chonos from Chiloe. These islands will, in all probability, in a short time become peopled like those adjoining the coast of Chiloe.
7th.—After traveling up the coast, we anchored near the northern end of the Chonos Archipelago, in Low's Harbour, where we stayed for a week. The islands here, like in Chiloe, were made up of layered, soft coastal deposits, leading to incredibly lush vegetation. The woods stretched down to the beach, resembling an evergreen shrubbery over a gravel path. From our anchorage, we also enjoyed a stunning view of four large snowy peaks in the Cordillera, including "el famoso Corcovado." In this area, the mountain range was so low that only a few of its parts were visible above the tops of the nearby islets. We encountered a group of five men from Caylen, "el fin del Cristiandad," who had bravely crossed the open sea in their small and poor canoe to fish. These islands will likely be populated soon, just like those near the coast of Chiloe.
The wild potato grows on these islands in great abundance, on the sandy, shelly soil near the sea-beach. The tallest plant was four feet in height. The tubers were generally small, but I found one, of an oval shape, two inches in diameter: they resembled in every respect, and had the same smell as English potatoes; but when boiled they shrunk much, and were watery and insipid, without any bitter taste. They are undoubtedly here indigenous: they grow as far south, according to Mr. Low, as lat. 50 degs., and are called Aquinas by the wild Indians of that part: the Chilotan Indians have a different name for them. Professor Henslow, who has examined the dried specimens which I brought home, says that they are the same with those described by Mr. Sabine 131 from Valparaiso, but that they form a variety which by some botanists has been considered as specifically distinct. It is remarkable that the same plant should be found on the sterile mountains of central Chile, where a drop of rain does not fall for more than six months, and within the damp forests of these southern islands.
The wild potato grows abundantly on these islands, in the sandy, shelly soil near the beach. The tallest plant reached four feet. The tubers were generally small, but I found one that was oval-shaped and two inches in diameter; they looked and smelled just like English potatoes. However, when boiled, they shrank a lot and were watery and bland, without any bitterness. They are definitely native here; they grow as far south as latitude 50 degrees, according to Mr. Low, and are called Aquinas by the wild Indians of that region, though the Chilotan Indians have a different name for them. Professor Henslow, who has examined the dried specimens I brought home, says they are the same as those described by Mr. Sabine 131 from Valparaiso, but that they form a variety that some botanists consider to be a separate species. It's interesting that the same plant can be found on the barren mountains of central Chile, where it doesn't rain for over six months, as well as in the moist forests of these southern islands.
In the central parts of the Chonos Archipelago (lat. 45 degs.), the forest has very much the same character with that along the whole west coast, for 600 miles southward to Cape Horn. The arborescent grass of Chiloe is not found here; while the beech of Tierra del Fuego grows to a good size, and forms a considerable proportion of the wood; not, however, in the same exclusive manner as it does farther southward. Cryptogamic plants here find a most congenial climate. In the Strait of Magellan, as I have before remarked, the country appears too cold and wet to allow of their arriving at perfection; but in these islands, within the forest, the number of species and great abundance of mosses, lichens, and small ferns, is quite extraordinary. 132 In Tierra del Fuego trees grow only on the hill-sides; every level piece of land being invariably covered by a thick bed of peat; but in Chiloe flat land supports the most luxuriant forests. Here, within the Chonos Archipelago, the nature of the climate more closely approaches that of Tierra del Fuego than that of northern Chiloe; for every patch of level ground is covered by two species of plants (Astelia pumila and Donatia magellanica), which by their joint decay compose a thick bed of elastic peat.
In the central parts of the Chonos Archipelago (lat. 45°), the forest is quite similar to that along the entire west coast, stretching 600 miles southward to Cape Horn. The tree-like grass of Chiloe is absent here, while the beech from Tierra del Fuego grows well and constitutes a significant part of the forest; however, it doesn’t dominate the way it does further south. Cryptogams thrive in this climate. As I've mentioned before, the conditions in the Strait of Magellan seem too cold and wet for them to reach their full potential; yet, in these islands, the variety and abundance of mosses, lichens, and small ferns are truly remarkable. 132 In Tierra del Fuego, trees only grow on the hillsides, as every flat piece of land is consistently covered with a thick layer of peat; however, in Chiloe, the flat lands support the most lush forests. Here, in the Chonos Archipelago, the climate is more similar to that of Tierra del Fuego than to northern Chiloe; every patch of flat ground is blanketed by two species of plants (Astelia pumila and Donatia magellanica), which, as they decay together, form a thick layer of elastic peat.
In Tierra del Fuego, above the region of woodland, the former of these eminently sociable plants is the chief agent in the production of peat. Fresh leaves are always succeeding one to the other round the central tap-root, the lower ones soon decay, and in tracing a root downwards in the peat, the leaves, yet holding their place, can be observed passing through every stage of decomposition, till the whole becomes blended in one confused mass. The Astelia is assisted by a few other plants,—here and there a small creeping Myrtus (M. nummularia), with a woody stem like our cranberry and with a sweet berry,—an Empetrum (E. rubrum), like our heath,—a rush (Juncus grandiflorus), are nearly the only ones that grow on the swampy surface. These plants, though possessing a very close general resemblance to the English species of the same genera, are different. In the more level parts of the country, the surface of the peat is broken up into little pools of water, which stand at different heights, and appear as if artificially excavated. Small streams of water, flowing underground, complete the disorganization of the vegetable matter, and consolidate the whole.
In Tierra del Fuego, just above the wooded area, the main plant involved in peat production is highly sociable. Fresh leaves continuously grow around the central taproot, while the lower ones quickly decompose. When tracing a root down through the peat, you can see the leaves still in place, going through various stages of decay until everything blends into a chaotic mix. The Astelia gets help from a few other plants—here and there, you’ll find a small creeping Myrtus (M. nummularia) with a woody stem like our cranberries and a sweet berry, an Empetrum (E. rubrum) similar to our heather, and a rush (Juncus grandiflorus), which are almost the only ones that thrive on the swampy surface. Although these plants look very similar to English species of the same genera, they are different. In the flatter areas, the peat surface is broken up into small pools of water standing at various heights, almost as if they were dug out deliberately. Small underground streams of water further disrupt the plant matter and help solidify everything.
The climate of the southern part of America appears particularly favourable to the production of peat. In the Falkland Islands almost every kind of plant, even the coarse grass which covers the whole surface of the land, becomes converted into this substance: scarcely any situation checks its growth; some of the beds are as much as twelve feet thick, and the lower part becomes so solid when dry, that it will hardly burn. Although every plant lends its aid, yet in most parts the Astelia is the most efficient. It is rather a singular circumstance, as being so very different from what occurs in Europe, that I nowhere saw moss forming by its decay any portion of the peat in South America. With respect to the northern limit, at which the climate allows of that peculiar kind of slow decomposition which is necessary for its production, I believe that in Chiloe (lat. 41 to 42 degs.), although there is much swampy ground, no well-characterized peat occurs: but in the Chonos Islands, three degrees farther southward, we have seen that it is abundant. On the eastern coast in La Plata (lat. 35 degs.) I was told by a Spanish resident who had visited Ireland, that he had often sought for this substance, but had never been able to find any. He showed me, as the nearest approach to it which he had discovered, a black peaty soil, so penetrated with roots as to allow of an extremely slow and imperfect combustion.
The climate in the southern part of America seems especially suitable for peat production. In the Falkland Islands, nearly every type of plant, including the coarse grass that covers the entire land surface, breaks down into peat: hardly any location prevents its growth; some of the beds are up to twelve feet thick, and when the lower part dries out, it becomes so solid that it barely burns. While every plant contributes, the Astelia is generally the most effective. Interestingly, unlike in Europe, I didn’t see moss contributing to the formation of peat in South America. Regarding the northern limit where the climate allows for the specific type of slow decomposition needed for peat production, I believe that in Chiloe (lat. 41 to 42 degrees), despite having plenty of swampy land, well-defined peat is absent. However, in the Chonos Islands, just three degrees further south, we found it to be plentiful. On the eastern coast in La Plata (lat. 35 degrees), a Spanish resident who had traveled to Ireland told me he often looked for peat but could never find it. He showed me the closest thing he found, which was a black peaty soil so filled with roots that it burned very slowly and imperfectly.
The zoology of these broken islets of the Chonos Archipelago is, as might have been expected, very poor. Of quadrupeds two aquatic kinds are common. The Myopotamus Coypus (like a beaver, but with a round tail) is well known from its fine fur, which is an object of trade throughout the tributaries of La Plata. It here, however, exclusively frequents salt water; which same circumstance has been mentioned as sometimes occurring with the great rodent, the Capybara. A small sea-otter is very numerous; this animal does not feed exclusively on fish, but, like the seals, draws a large supply from a small red crab, which swims in shoals near the surface of the water. Mr. Bynoe saw one in Tierra del Fuego eating a cuttle-fish; and at Low's Harbour, another was killed in the act of carrying to its hole a large volute shell. At one place I caught in a trap a singular little mouse (M. brachiotis); it appeared common on several of the islets, but the Chilotans at Low's Harbour said that it was not found in all. What a succession of chances, 133 or what changes of level must have been brought into play, thus to spread these small animals throughout this broken archipelago!
The wildlife on these scattered islets of the Chonos Archipelago is, as expected, quite limited. Among the land mammals, there are two common aquatic species. The Myopotamus Coypus (similar to a beaver, but with a round tail) is well-known for its fine fur, which is traded throughout the tributaries of La Plata. Here, however, it mainly inhabits saltwater; this phenomenon has also been noted with the larger rodent, the Capybara. A small sea otter is abundant; this animal doesn't exclusively eat fish but, like seals, gets a significant portion of its diet from a small red crab that swims in groups near the surface. Mr. Bynoe observed one in Tierra del Fuego eating cuttlefish, and at Low's Harbour, another was caught while trying to take a large volute shell back to its den. At one location, I managed to trap a unique little mouse (M. brachiotis); it seemed common on several of the islets, but the Chilotans at Low's Harbour mentioned that it wasn't found everywhere. What a series of coincidences, 133 or what changes in sea levels must have occurred to distribute these small animals across this fragmented archipelago!
In all parts of Chiloe and Chonos, two very strange birds occur, which are allied to, and replace, the Turco and Tapacolo of central Chile. One is called by the inhabitants "Cheucau" (Pteroptochos rubecula): it frequents the most gloomy and retired spots within the damp forests. Sometimes, although its cry may be heard close at hand, let a person watch ever so attentively he will not see the cheucau; at other times, let him stand motionless and the red-breasted little bird will approach within a few feet in the most familiar manner. It then busily hops about the entangled mass of rotting cones and branches, with its little tail cocked upwards. The cheucau is held in superstitious fear by the Chilotans, on account of its strange and varied cries. There are three very distinct cries: One is called "chiduco," and is an omen of good; another, "huitreu," which is extremely unfavourable; and a third, which I have forgotten. These words are given in imitation of the noises; and the natives are in some things absolutely governed by them. The Chilotans assuredly have chosen a most comical little creature for their prophet. An allied species, but rather larger, is called by the natives "Guid-guid" (Pteroptochos Tarnii), and by the English the barking-bird. This latter name is well given; for I defy any one at first to feel certain that a small dog is not yelping somewhere in the forest. Just as with the cheucau, a person will sometimes hear the bark close by, but in vain many endeavour by watching, and with still less chance by beating the bushes, to see the bird; yet at other times the guid-guid fearlessly comes near. Its manner of feeding and its general habits are very similar to those of the cheucau.
In all parts of Chiloé and Chonos, there are two unusual birds that are related to and replace the Turco and Tapacolo found in central Chile. One is known to locals as "Cheucau" (Pteroptochos rubecula): it inhabits the darkest and most secluded areas of the damp forests. Sometimes, even if its call is heard nearby, a person can watch attentively and still not catch sight of the Cheucau; at other times, if he stands still, the little red-breasted bird may approach within a few feet in a very familiar way. It busily hops around the tangled mass of decaying cones and branches, with its tiny tail held erect. The Cheucau is viewed with superstitious apprehension by the Chilotans due to its peculiar and varied calls. There are three distinct cries: one called "chiduco," which is a sign of good luck; another, "huitreu," which is very unfavorable; and a third that I cannot recall. These names mimic the sounds, and the locals are in many ways guided by them. The Chilotans have certainly chosen a comical little creature as their prophet. A related species, but slightly larger, is known as "Guid-guid" (Pteroptochos Tarnii) by the locals and the barking-bird in English. This latter name is quite fitting; it’s challenging for anyone to be sure at first that a small dog isn’t yapping somewhere in the forest. Just like with the Cheucau, people sometimes hear the bark nearby, but many who try to spot the bird through watching or even shaking the bushes find it quite difficult; yet at other times, the Guid-guid bravely comes close. Its feeding habits and general behavior are very similar to those of the Cheucau.
On the coast, 134 a small dusky-coloured bird (Opetiorhynchus Patagonicus) is very common. It is remarkable from its quiet habits; it lives entirely on the sea-beach, like a sandpiper. Besides these birds only few others inhabit this broken land. In my rough notes I describe the strange noises, which, although frequently heard within these gloomy forests, yet scarcely disturb the general silence. The yelping of the guid-guid, and the sudden whew-whew of the cheucau, sometimes come from afar off, and sometimes from close at hand; the little black wren of Tierra del Fuego occasionally adds its cry; the creeper (Oxyurus) follows the intruder screaming and twittering; the humming-bird may be seen every now and then darting from side to side, and emitting, like an insect, its shrill chirp; lastly, from the top of some lofty tree the indistinct but plaintive note of the white-tufted tyrant-flycatcher (Myiobius) may be noticed. From the great preponderance in most countries of certain common genera of birds, such as the finches, one feels at first surprised at meeting with the peculiar forms above enumerated, as the commonest birds in any district. In central Chile two of them, namely, the Oxyurus and Scytalopus, occur, although most rarely. When finding, as in this case, animals which seem to play so insignificant a part in the great scheme of nature, one is apt to wonder why they were created.
On the coast, 134 a small dark-colored bird (Opetiorhynchus Patagonicus) is very common. It stands out for its quiet behavior; it lives entirely on the beach, similar to a sandpiper. Besides these birds, only a few others inhabit this rugged land. In my rough notes, I describe the strange noises that, although often heard in these gloomy forests, hardly disrupt the overall silence. The yelping of the guid-guid and the sudden whew-whew of the cheucau sometimes come from far away and sometimes from nearby; the little black wren of Tierra del Fuego occasionally adds its call; the creeper (Oxyurus) follows the intruder, screaming and twittering; the hummingbird can be seen darting from side to side every now and then, making a shrill chirp like an insect. Lastly, from the top of some tall tree, you might hear the faint but mournful note of the white-tufted tyrant-flycatcher (Myiobius). In many countries, the dominance of common bird genera, like finches, makes it surprising to encounter the unique species I’ve mentioned as the most common in any region. In central Chile, two of them, the Oxyurus and Scytalopus, are found, although very rarely. When observing animals that seem to play such a minor role in the grand scheme of nature, one may wonder why they were created.
But it should always be recollected, that in some other country perhaps they are essential members of society, or at some former period may have been so. If America south of 37 degs. were sunk beneath the waters of the ocean, these two birds might continue to exist in central Chile for a long period, but it is very improbable that their numbers would increase. We should then see a case which must inevitably have happened with very many animals.
But it's important to remember that in some other countries, or at different times in history, they might have been essential members of society. If the land in America south of 37 degrees were to disappear under the ocean, those two birds could survive in central Chile for a long time, but it's unlikely their populations would grow. This would be a situation similar to what has undoubtedly happened with many other animals.
These southern seas are frequented by several species of Petrels: the largest kind, Procellaria gigantea, or nelly (quebrantahuesos, or break-bones, of the Spaniards), is a common bird, both in the inland channels and on the open sea. In its habits and manner of flight, there is a very close resemblance with the albatross; and as with the albatross, a person may watch it for hours together without seeing on what it feeds. The "break-bones" is, however, a rapacious bird, for it was observed by some of the officers at Port St. Antonio chasing a diver, which tried to escape by diving and flying, but was continually struck down, and at last killed by a blow on its head. At Port St. Julian these great petrels were seen killing and devouring young gulls. A second species (Puffinus cinereus), which is common to Europe, Cape Horn, and the coast of Peru, is of much smaller size than the P. gigantea, but, like it, of a dirty black colour. It generally frequents the inland sounds in very large flocks: I do not think I ever saw so many birds of any other sort together, as I once saw of these behind the island of Chiloe. Hundreds of thousands flew in an irregular line for several hours in one direction. When part of the flock settled on the water the surface was blackened, and a noise proceeded from them as of human beings talking in the distance.
These southern seas are visited by several species of Petrels. The largest one, Procellaria gigantea, or nelly (known as quebrantahuesos, or break-bones, by the Spaniards), is a common bird both in the inland channels and on the open sea. Its habits and flying style are very similar to that of the albatross; and like the albatross, you can watch it for hours without seeing what it feeds on. The "break-bones," however, is a predatory bird. Some officers at Port St. Antonio observed it chasing a diver, which attempted to escape by diving and flying, but it was repeatedly knocked down and eventually killed by a blow to its head. At Port St. Julian, these large petrels were seen killing and eating young gulls. A second species, Puffinus cinereus, which is found in Europe, Cape Horn, and the coast of Peru, is much smaller than P. gigantea but is also a dirty black color. It typically gathers in very large flocks in the inland sounds; I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many of any other bird together as I did with these behind the island of Chiloe. Hundreds of thousands flew in an irregular line for several hours in one direction. When part of the flock settled on the water, the surface turned black, and the noise they made sounded like people talking in the distance.
There are several other species of petrels, but I will only mention one other kind, the Pelacanoides Berardi which offers an example of those extraordinary cases, of a bird evidently belonging to one well-marked family, yet both in its habits and structure allied to a very distinct tribe. This bird never leaves the quiet inland sounds. When disturbed it dives to a distance, and on coming to the surface, with the same movement takes flight. After flying by a rapid movement of its short wings for a space in a straight line, it drops, as if struck dead, and dives again. The form of its beak and nostrils, length of foot, and even the colouring of its plumage, show that this bird is a petrel: on the other hand, its short wings and consequent little power of flight, its form of body and shape of tail, the absence of a hind toe to its foot, its habit of diving, and its choice of situation, make it at first doubtful whether its relationship is not equally close with the auks. It would undoubtedly be mistaken for an auk, when seen from a distance, either on the wing, or when diving and quietly swimming about the retired channels of Tierra del Fuego.
There are several other species of petrels, but I'll only mention one more, the Pelacanoides Berardi, which is a great example of an unusual case where a bird clearly belongs to a specific family, yet in its behavior and structure is connected to a very different group. This bird never leaves the calm inland waters. When it feels threatened, it dives away and, upon resurfacing, takes flight in one smooth motion. After flying quickly in a straight line with its short wings, it suddenly drops, as if it were shot, and dives again. The shape of its beak and nostrils, the length of its feet, and even the color of its feathers indicate that this bird is a petrel. However, its short wings and limited flight ability, body shape, tail structure, lack of a hind toe, diving habits, and choice of habitat initially make it questionable whether it's more closely related to auks. It would definitely be mistaken for an auk when seen from a distance, whether in the air or when diving and swimming quietly in the secluded channels of Tierra del Fuego.
CHAPTER XIV — CHILOE AND CONCEPCION: GREAT EARTHQUAKE
San Carlos, Chiloe—Osorno in eruption, contemporaneously with Aconcagua and Coseguina—Ride to Cucao—Impenetrable Forests—Valdivia Indians—Earthquake—Concepcion—Great Earthquake—Rocks fissured—Appearance of the former Towns—The Sea Black and Boiling—Direction of the Vibrations—Stones twisted round—Great Wave—Permanent Elevation of the Land—Area of Volcanic Phenomena—The connection between the Elevatory and Eruptive Forces—Cause of Earthquakes—Slow Elevation of Mountain-chains.
San Carlos, Chiloe—Osorno erupting at the same time as Aconcagua and Coseguina—Ride to Cucao—Impenetrable forests—Valdivia Indians—Earthquake—Concepcion—Great earthquake—Rocks cracked—Appearance of the former towns—The sea black and boiling—Direction of the vibrations—Stones twisted around—Great wave—Permanent rise of the land—Area of volcanic activity—The connection between uplifting and eruptive forces—Cause of earthquakes—Gradual uplift of mountain ranges.
ON JANUARY the 15th we sailed from Low's Harbour, and three days afterwards anchored a second time in the bay of S. Carlos in Chiloe. On the night of the 19th the volcano of Osorno was in action. At midnight the sentry observed something like a large star, which gradually increased in size till about three o'clock, when it presented a very magnificent spectacle. By the aid of a glass, dark objects, in constant succession, were seen, in the midst of a great glare of red light, to be thrown up and to fall down. The light was sufficient to cast on the water a long bright reflection. Large masses of molten matter seem very commonly to be cast out of the craters in this part of the Cordillera. I was assured that when the Corcovado is in eruption, great masses are projected upwards and are seen to burst in the air, assuming many fantastical forms, such as trees: their size must be immense, for they can be distinguished from the high land behind S. Carlos, which is no less than ninety-three miles from the Corcovado. In the morning the volcano became tranquil.
ON JANUARY 15th, we set sail from Low's Harbour, and three days later, we anchored once again in the bay of S. Carlos in Chiloe. On the night of the 19th, the Osorno volcano erupted. At midnight, the guard noticed something resembling a large star, which gradually grew in size until about three o'clock, when it put on a stunning display. With the help of a telescope, dark objects were spotted being thrown up and falling down amid a brilliant red glow. The light was bright enough to cast a long reflection on the water. Large amounts of molten rock seemed to frequently erupt from the craters in this area of the Cordillera. I was told that when the Corcovado erupts, massive chunks are shot into the air and explode, taking on various fantastical shapes like trees. They must be enormous, as they can be seen from the high ground behind S. Carlos, which is at least ninety-three miles away from the Corcovado. In the morning, the volcano calmed down.
I was surprised at hearing afterwards that Aconcagua in Chile, 480 miles northwards, was in action on the same night; and still more surprised to hear that the great eruption of Coseguina (2700 miles north of Aconcagua), accompanied by an earthquake felt over a 1000 miles, also occurred within six hours of this same time. This coincidence is the more remarkable, as Coseguina had been dormant for twenty-six years; and Aconcagua most rarely shows any signs of action. It is difficult even to conjecture whether this coincidence was accidental, or shows some subterranean connection. If Vesuvius, Etna, and Hecla in Iceland (all three relatively nearer each other than the corresponding points in South America), suddenly burst forth in eruption on the same night, the coincidence would be thought remarkable; but it is far more remarkable in this case, where the three vents fall on the same great mountain-chain, and where the vast plains along the entire eastern coast, and the upraised recent shells along more than 2000 miles on the western coast, show in how equable and connected a manner the elevatory forces have acted.
I was surprised to learn later that Aconcagua in Chile, 480 miles to the north, was active on the same night; and I was even more surprised to discover that the massive eruption of Coseguina (2700 miles north of Aconcagua), which was accompanied by an earthquake felt over 1000 miles away, also happened within six hours of this same time. This coincidence is particularly notable, as Coseguina had been inactive for twenty-six years, and Aconcagua rarely shows any signs of activity. It's hard to even guess whether this coincidence was just random or if it indicates some underground connection. If Vesuvius, Etna, and Hecla in Iceland (all three relatively closer to each other than the corresponding locations in South America) suddenly erupted on the same night, it would be considered remarkable; but this is even more extraordinary in this case, where the three vents are on the same major mountain chain, and where the vast plains along the entire eastern coast and the raised recent shells along over 2000 miles of the western coast illustrate how uniformly and interconnectedly the elevatory forces have acted.
Captain Fitz Roy being anxious that some bearings should be taken on the outer coast of Chiloe, it was planned that Mr. King and myself should ride to Castro, and thence across the island to the Capella de Cucao, situated on the west coast. Having hired horses and a guide, we set out on the morning of the 22nd. We had not proceeded far, before we were joined by a woman and two boys, who were bent on the same journey. Every one on this road acts on a "hail fellow well met" fashion; and one may here enjoy the privilege, so rare in South America, of travelling without fire-arms. At first, the country consisted of a succession of hills and valleys: nearer to Castro it became very level. The road itself is a curious affair; it consists in its whole length, with the exception of very few parts, of great logs of wood, which are either broad and laid longitudinally, or narrow and placed transversely. In summer the road is not very bad; but in winter, when the wood is rendered slippery from rain, travelling is exceedingly difficult. At that time of the year, the ground on each side becomes a morass, and is often overflowed: hence it is necessary that the longitudinal logs should be fastened down by transverse poles, which are pegged on each side into the earth. These pegs render a fall from a horse dangerous, as the chance of alighting on one of them is not small. It is remarkable, however, how active custom has made the Chilotan horses. In crossing bad parts, where the logs had been displaced, they skipped from one to the other, almost with the quickness and certainty of a dog. On both hands the road is bordered by the lofty forest-trees, with their bases matted together by canes. When occasionally a long reach of this avenue could be beheld, it presented a curious scene of uniformity: the white line of logs, narrowing in perspective, became hidden by the gloomy forest, or terminated in a zigzag which ascended some steep hill.
Captain Fitz Roy was eager to get some bearings from the outer coast of Chiloe, so Mr. King and I planned to ride to Castro and then across the island to Capella de Cucao, located on the west coast. After hiring horses and a guide, we set out on the morning of the 22nd. We hadn’t gone far before we were joined by a woman and two boys who were headed the same way. Everyone on this road has a friendly attitude, and here you can enjoy the rare privilege in South America of traveling without firearms. Initially, the landscape was a mix of hills and valleys; closer to Castro, it flattened out. The road itself is quite interesting; it's mostly made up of large logs, which are either laid down broadside or placed narrow side up. In the summer, the road isn’t too bad, but in the winter, when the wood gets slippery from rain, traveling becomes really tough. During that season, the ground on either side turns into a swamp and often floods, so the longitudinal logs need to be secured with cross poles, which are pegged into the ground on both sides. These pegs make falling off a horse risky since there's a good chance of landing on one. However, it’s amazing how agile the Chilotan horses have become. When crossing the rough patches where the logs were moved, they leaped from one to the other almost as quickly and surely as a dog. The road is lined on both sides by tall forest trees, their bases intertwined with canes. When we could occasionally see a long stretch of this path, it created a curious scene of uniformity: the white line of logs, narrowing in perspective, would disappear into the dark forest or end in a zigzag up a steep hill.
Although the distance from S. Carlos to Castro is only twelve leagues in a straight line, the formation of the road must have been a great labour. I was told that several people had formerly lost their lives in attempting to cross the forest. The first who succeeded was an Indian, who cut his way through the canes in eight days, and reached S. Carlos: he was rewarded by the Spanish government with a grant of land. During the summer, many of the Indians wander about the forests (but chiefly in the higher parts, where the woods are not quite so thick) in search of the half-wild cattle which live on the leaves of the cane and certain trees. It was one of these huntsmen who by chance discovered, a few years since, an English vessel, which had been wrecked on the outer coast. The crew were beginning to fail in provisions, and it is not probable that, without the aid of this man, they would ever have extricated themselves from these scarcely penetrable woods. As it was, one seaman died on the march, from fatigue. The Indians in these excursions steer by the sun; so that if there is a continuance of cloudy weather, they can not travel.
Even though the distance from S. Carlos to Castro is only twelve leagues in a straight line, creating the road must have been a huge effort. I heard that several people lost their lives trying to cross the forest before. The first one to succeed was an Indian who cleared a path through the canes in eight days and made it to S. Carlos; he was rewarded by the Spanish government with a land grant. During the summer, many Indians roam the forests (mainly in the higher areas where the woods aren't as dense) looking for half-wild cattle that feed on the cane leaves and certain trees. Just a few years ago, one of these hunters stumbled upon an English ship that had wrecked on the outer coast. The crew was struggling with supplies, and it’s unlikely they would have made it out of those nearly impenetrable woods without this man's help. In the end, one sailor died during the journey from exhaustion. The Indians navigate on these trips by the sun, so if the weather is cloudy for a while, they can’t travel.
The day was beautiful, and the number of trees which were in full flower perfumed the air; yet even this could hardly dissipate the effects of the gloomy dampness of the forest. Moreover, the many dead trunks that stand like skeletons, never fail to give to these primeval woods a character of solemnity, absent in those of countries long civilized. Shortly after sunset we bivouacked for the night. Our female companion, who was rather good-looking, belonged to one of the most respectable families in Castro: she rode, however, astride, and without shoes or stockings. I was surprised at the total want of pride shown by her and her brother. They brought food with them, but at all our meals sat watching Mr. King and myself whilst eating, till we were fairly shamed into feeding the whole party. The night was cloudless; and while lying in our beds, we enjoyed the sight (and it is a high enjoyment) of the multitude of stars which illumined the darkness of the forest.
The day was beautiful, and the many trees in full bloom filled the air with fragrance; yet even this could barely lift the effects of the gloomy dampness in the forest. Additionally, the numerous dead trunks that stood like skeletons always gave these ancient woods a sense of solemnity that was missing in those of more civilized countries. Shortly after sunset, we set up camp for the night. Our female companion, who was quite attractive, came from one of the most respected families in Castro; however, she rode astride and without shoes or stockings. I was surprised by the complete lack of pride displayed by her and her brother. They brought food with them but spent all our meals watching Mr. King and me eat, until we were finally embarrassed into feeding the entire group. The night was clear, and while lying in our beds, we enjoyed the view (and it truly is a great pleasure) of the countless stars illuminating the darkness of the forest.
January 23rd.—We rose early in the morning, and reached the pretty quiet town of Castro by two o'clock. The old governor had died since our last visit, and a Chileno was acting in his place. We had a letter of introduction to Don Pedro, whom we found exceedingly hospitable and kind, and more disinterested than is usual on this side of the continent. The next day Don Pedro procured us fresh horses, and offered to accompany us himself. We proceeded to the south—generally following the coast, and passing through several hamlets, each with its large barn-like chapel built of wood. At Vilipilli, Don Pedro asked the commandant to give us a guide to Cucao. The old gentleman offered to come himself; but for a long time nothing would persuade him that two Englishmen really wished to go to such an out-of-the-way place as Cucao. We were thus accompanied by the two greatest aristocrats in the country, as was plainly to be seen in the manner of all the poorer Indians towards them. At Chonchi we struck across the island, following intricate winding paths, sometimes passing through magnificent forests, and sometimes through pretty cleared spots, abounding with corn and potato crops. This undulating woody country, partially cultivated, reminded me of the wilder parts of England, and therefore had to my eye a most fascinating aspect. At Vilinco, which is situated on the borders of the lake of Cucao, only a few fields were cleared; and all the inhabitants appeared to be Indians. This lake is twelve miles long, and runs in an east and west direction. From local circumstances, the sea-breeze blows very regularly during the day, and during the night it falls calm: this has given rise to strange exaggerations, for the phenomenon, as described to us at S. Carlos, was quite a prodigy.
January 23rd.—We got up early and arrived in the lovely, quiet town of Castro by two o'clock. The old governor had passed away since our last visit, and a Chileno was taking over his duties. We had a letter of introduction to Don Pedro, who welcomed us warmly and was genuinely kind, more so than is typically found on this side of the continent. The next day, Don Pedro arranged for us to have fresh horses and offered to join us himself. We headed south, usually along the coast, passing through several small villages, each with its large barn-like wooden chapel. In Vilipilli, Don Pedro asked the commandant to provide us with a guide to Cucao. The old gentleman offered to accompany us himself, but for a long time, he wouldn’t believe that two Englishmen genuinely wanted to visit such a remote place as Cucao. Thus, we were joined by the two highest aristocrats in the country, which was evident in the way the poorer Indians regarded them. In Chonchi, we crossed the island, following winding paths, sometimes through stunning forests and at other times through charming clearings filled with corn and potato crops. This rolling wooded area, partially cultivated, reminded me of the wilder parts of England, which made it particularly captivating to me. At Vilinco, located on the edge of Lake Cucao, only a few fields had been cleared, and everyone there seemed to be of Indigenous descent. This lake is twelve miles long and stretches east to west. Due to local conditions, the sea breeze blows consistently during the day, and at night it becomes calm; this has led to some strange exaggerations, as the phenomenon described to us in S. Carlos sounded quite miraculous.
The road to Cucao was so very bad that we determined to embark in a periagua. The commandant, in the most authoritative manner, ordered six Indians to get ready to pull us over, without deigning to tell them whether they would be paid. The periagua is a strange rough boat, but the crew were still stranger: I doubt if six uglier little men ever got into a boat together. They pulled, however, very well and cheerfully. The stroke-oarsman gabbled Indian, and uttered strange cries, much after the fashion of a pig-driver driving his pigs. We started with a light breeze against us, but yet reached the Capella de Cucao before it was late. The country on each side of the lake was one unbroken forest. In the same periagua with us, a cow was embarked. To get so large an animal into a small boat appears at first a difficulty, but the Indians managed it in a minute. They brought the cow alongside the boat, which was heeled towards her; then placing two oars under her belly, with their ends resting on the gunwale, by the aid of these levers they fairly tumbled the poor beast heels over head into the bottom of the boat, and then lashed her down with ropes. At Cucao we found an uninhabited hovel (which is the residence of the padre when he pays this Capella a visit), where, lighting a fire, we cooked our supper, and were very comfortable.
The road to Cucao was so bad that we decided to take a periagua. The commandant, in a very authoritative way, ordered six Indigenous men to prepare to row us across, without bothering to mention whether they would be compensated. The periagua is an oddly rough boat, but the crew was even stranger: I doubt six uglier little men ever got into a boat together. Still, they rowed well and cheerfully. The lead rower chattered in his native language and made strange noises, much like a pig herder driving his pigs. We started with a light headwind, but we still reached the Capella de Cucao before it got too late. The land on either side of the lake was nothing but dense forest. Along with us in the periagua, there was a cow. It seemed challenging at first to get such a large animal into a small boat, but the Indigenous men handled it in no time. They brought the cow up to the boat, which was tilted toward her; then they placed two oars under her belly, with the ends resting on the edge of the boat. Using these levers, they managed to flip the poor animal into the bottom of the boat and then tied her down with ropes. At Cucao, we found an empty hut (which is where the priest stays when he visits this Capella), where we lit a fire, cooked our dinner, and were quite comfortable.
The district of Cucao is the only inhabited part on the whole west coast of Chiloe. It contains about thirty or forty Indian families, who are scattered along four or five miles of the shore. They are very much secluded from the rest of Chiloe, and have scarcely any sort of commerce, except sometimes in a little oil, which they get from seal-blubber. They are tolerably dressed in clothes of their own manufacture, and they have plenty to eat. They seemed, however, discontented, yet humble to a degree which it was quite painful to witness. These feelings are, I think, chiefly to be attributed to the harsh and authoritative manner in which they are treated by their rulers. Our companions, although so very civil to us, behaved to the poor Indians as if they had been slaves, rather than free men. They ordered provisions and the use of their horses, without ever condescending to say how much, or indeed whether the owners should be paid at all. In the morning, being left alone with these poor people, we soon ingratiated ourselves by presents of cigars and mate. A lump of white sugar was divided between all present, and tasted with the greatest curiosity. The Indians ended all their complaints by saying, "And it is only because we are poor Indians, and know nothing; but it was not so when we had a King."
The Cucao district is the only inhabited area along the entire west coast of Chiloe. It has about thirty or forty Indigenous families spread out over four or five miles of shoreline. They are quite isolated from the rest of Chiloe and hardly engage in any trade, except occasionally selling a bit of oil they extract from seal blubber. They wear fairly decent clothes that they make themselves and have enough food to eat. However, they appear discontented, yet humbly so, to the point that it’s uncomfortable to observe. I believe these feelings stem mainly from the harsh and authoritative way their leaders treat them. Our companions, while very polite to us, interacted with the poor Indigenous people as if they were slaves, not free individuals. They demanded food and the use of their horses without ever bothering to mention how much they would pay or even if they would pay at all. One morning, left alone with these kind people, we quickly won them over with gifts of cigars and mate. A piece of white sugar was shared among everyone present and was tasted with great curiosity. The Indigenous people concluded all their complaints by saying, "And it’s only because we are poor Indians and don’t know anything; it wasn’t like this when we had a King."
The next day after breakfast, we rode a few miles northward to Punta Huantamo. The road lay along a very broad beach, on which, even after so many fine days, a terrible surf was breaking. I was assured that after a heavy gale, the roar can be heard at night even at Castro, a distance of no less than twenty-one sea-miles across a hilly and wooded country. We had some difficulty in reaching the point, owing to the intolerably bad paths; for everywhere in the shade the ground soon becomes a perfect quagmire. The point itself is a bold rocky hill. It is covered by a plant allied, I believe, to Bromelia, and called by the inhabitants Chepones. In scrambling through the beds, our hands were very much scratched. I was amused by observing the precaution our Indian guide took, in turning up his trousers, thinking that they were more delicate than his own hard skin. This plant bears a fruit, in shape like an artichoke, in which a number of seed-vessels are packed: these contain a pleasant sweet pulp, here much esteemed. I saw at Low's Harbour the Chilotans making chichi, or cider, with this fruit: so true is it, as Humboldt remarks, that almost everywhere man finds means of preparing some kind of beverage from the vegetable kingdom. The savages, however, of Tierra del Fuego, and I believe of Australia, have not advanced thus far in the arts.
The next day after breakfast, we rode a few miles north to Punta Huantamo. The road ran along a wide beach where, despite the many nice days, a terrible surf was crashing. I was told that after a strong storm, the roar can be heard at night even in Castro, which is no less than twenty-one sea miles away across a hilly and wooded area. We struggled to reach the point because the paths were incredibly bad; in the shade, the ground turned into a complete swamp. The point itself is a steep, rocky hill. It's covered by a plant related to Bromelia, which the locals call Chepones. While we were clambering through the patches, our hands got quite scratched. I found it funny to watch our Indian guide carefully roll up his trousers, thinking they were more delicate than his tough skin. This plant has a fruit shaped like an artichoke, packed with seed vessels that contain a sweet pulp, highly valued here. I saw the Chilotans at Low's Harbour making chichi, or cider, from this fruit: it's true, as Humboldt notes, that almost everywhere people find ways to make some kind of drink from the plant kingdom. However, the natives of Tierra del Fuego, and I believe of Australia, have not gotten this far in their skills.
The coast to the north of Punta Huantamo is exceedingly rugged and broken, and is fronted by many breakers, on which the sea is eternally roaring. Mr. King and myself were anxious to return, if it had been possible, on foot along this coast; but even the Indians said it was quite impracticable. We were told that men have crossed by striking directly through the woods from Cucao to S. Carlos, but never by the coast. On these expeditions, the Indians carry with them only roasted corn, and of this they eat sparingly twice a day.
The coastline north of Punta Huantamo is extremely rugged and broken, with lots of crashing waves, creating a constant roar from the sea. Mr. King and I really wanted to return on foot along this coast if we could, but even the locals said it was completely impractical. We heard that people have made the crossing by going straight through the woods from Cucao to S. Carlos, but never along the coast. On these trips, the locals only bring roasted corn, which they eat sparingly twice a day.
26th.—Re-embarking in the periagua, we returned across the lake, and then mounted our horses. The whole of Chiloe took advantage of this week of unusually fine weather, to clear the ground by burning. In every direction volumes of smoke were curling upwards. Although the inhabitants were so assiduous in setting fire to every part of the wood, yet I did not see a single fire which they had succeeded in making extensive. We dined with our friend the commandant, and did not reach Castro till after dark. The next morning we started very early. After having ridden for some time, we obtained from the brow of a steep hill an extensive view (and it is a rare thing on this road) of the great forest. Over the horizon of trees, the volcano of Corcovado, and the great flat-topped one to the north, stood out in proud pre-eminence: scarcely another peak in the long range showed its snowy summit. I hope it will be long before I forget this farewell view of the magnificent Cordillera fronting Chiloe. At night we bivouacked under a cloudless sky, and the next morning reached S. Carlos. We arrived on the right day, for before evening heavy rain commenced.
26th.—We got back in the boat and crossed the lake, then mounted our horses. Everyone in Chiloe took advantage of the unusually nice weather this week to clear land by burning. Smoke was rising in every direction. Even though the locals were busy setting fire to different parts of the woods, I didn’t see a single fire that grew large. We had dinner with our friend the commandant and didn’t arrive in Castro until after dark. The next morning, we left very early. After riding for a while, we got a rare view from the top of a steep hill of the vast forest. Beyond the tree line, the Corcovado volcano and the large flat-topped one to the north stood out prominently: hardly any other peaks in the long range showed their snowy tops. I hope I won’t forget this farewell view of the stunning Cordillera facing Chiloe for a long time. At night, we camped under a clear sky, and the next morning we reached S. Carlos. We arrived just in time, as heavy rain started before evening.
February 4th.—Sailed from Chiloe. During the last week I made several short excursions. One was to examine a great bed of now-existing shells, elevated 350 feet above the level of the sea: from among these shells, large forest-trees were growing. Another ride was to P. Huechucucuy. I had with me a guide who knew the country far too well; for he would pertinaciously tell me endless Indian names for every little point, rivulet, and creek. In the same manner as in Tierra del Fuego, the Indian language appears singularly well adapted for attaching names to the most trivial features of the land. I believe every one was glad to say farewell to Chiloe; yet if we could forget the gloom and ceaseless rain of winter, Chiloe might pass for a charming island. There is also something very attractive in the simplicity and humble politeness of the poor inhabitants.
February 4th.—We sailed from Chiloe. Over the past week, I took several short trips. One was to check out a large collection of existing shells, located 350 feet above sea level, where big trees were growing among them. Another ride was to P. Huechucucuy. I had a guide with me who knew the area a bit too well; he kept insisting on giving me endless Indian names for every little landmark, stream, and creek. Just like in Tierra del Fuego, the Indian language seems particularly well-suited for naming even the smallest features of the land. I believe everyone was happy to say goodbye to Chiloe; yet if we could overlook the gloom and constant rain of winter, Chiloe could be seen as a lovely island. There's also something very appealing about the simplicity and humble politeness of the poor locals.
We steered northward along shore, but owing to thick weather did not reach Valdivia till the night of the 8th. The next morning the boat proceeded to the town, which is distant about ten miles. We followed the course of the river, occasionally passing a few hovels, and patches of ground cleared out of the otherwise unbroken forest; and sometimes meeting a canoe with an Indian family. The town is situated on the low banks of the stream, and is so completely buried in a wood of apple-trees that the streets are merely paths in an orchard. I have never seen any country, where apple-trees appeared to thrive so well as in this damp part of South America: on the borders of the roads there were many young trees evidently self-grown. In Chiloe the inhabitants possess a marvellously short method of making an orchard. At the lower part of almost every branch, small, conical, brown, wrinkled points project: these are always ready to change into roots, as may sometimes be seen, where any mud has been accidentally splashed against the tree. A branch as thick as a man's thigh is chosen in the early spring, and is cut off just beneath a group of these points, all the smaller branches are lopped off, and it is then placed about two feet deep in the ground. During the ensuing summer the stump throws out long shoots, and sometimes even bears fruit: I was shown one which had produced as many as twenty-three apples, but this was thought very unusual. In the third season the stump is changed (as I have myself seen) into a well-wooded tree, loaded with fruit. An old man near Valdivia illustrated his motto, "Necesidad es la madre del invencion," by giving an account of the several useful things he manufactured from his apples. After making cider, and likewise wine, he extracted from the refuse a white and finely flavoured spirit; by another process he procured a sweet treacle, or, as he called it, honey. His children and pigs seemed almost to live, during this season of the year, in his orchard.
We headed north along the shore, but due to bad weather, we didn’t arrive at Valdivia until the night of the 8th. The next morning, the boat moved to the town, which is about ten miles away. We followed the river, occasionally passing a few huts and patches of land cleared from the otherwise untouched forest, and sometimes encountering a canoe with an Indigenous family. The town sits on the low banks of the river and is so completely surrounded by apple trees that the streets are basically just paths in an orchard. I've never seen anywhere where apple trees thrive as well as in this damp region of South America: along the roads, there were many young trees that clearly grew on their own. In Chiloe, the locals have an impressively simple way of creating an orchard. At the lower part of almost every branch, small, conical, brown, wrinkled bumps stick out: these are always ready to sprout roots, as you can sometimes see when mud has accidentally splashed against the tree. A branch as thick as a person's thigh is chosen in early spring, cut off just below a cluster of these bumps, all the smaller branches are trimmed off, and then it's placed about two feet deep in the ground. During the following summer, the stump sends out long shoots and can even bear fruit: I saw one that produced as many as twenty-three apples, though that was considered quite unusual. By the third season, the stump, as I’ve witnessed, becomes a well-formed tree heavy with fruit. An old man near Valdivia illustrated his motto, "Necessity is the mother of invention," by sharing the various useful things he made from his apples. After making cider and wine, he extracted a white and finely flavored spirit from the leftovers; through another process, he made a sweet syrup that he called honey. During this time of year, it seemed like his children and pigs almost lived in his orchard.
February 11th.—I set out with a guide on a short ride, in which, however, I managed to see singularly little, either of the geology of the country or of its inhabitants. There is not much cleared land near Valdivia: after crossing a river at the distance of a few miles, we entered the forest, and then passed only one miserable hovel, before reaching our sleeping-place for the night. The short difference in latitude, of 150 miles, has given a new aspect to the forest compared with that of Chiloe. This is owing to a slightly different proportion in the kinds of trees. The evergreens do not appear to be quite so numerous, and the forest in consequence has a brighter tint. As in Chiloe, the lower parts are matted together by canes: here also another kind (resembling the bamboo of Brazil and about twenty feet in height) grows in clusters, and ornaments the banks of some of the streams in a very pretty manner. It is with this plant that the Indians make their chuzos, or long tapering spears. Our resting-house was so dirty that I preferred sleeping outside: on these journeys the first night is generally very uncomfortable, because one is not accustomed to the tickling and biting of the fleas. I am sure, in the morning, there was not a space on my legs the size of a shilling which had not its little red mark where the flea had feasted.
February 11th.—I set out with a guide on a short ride, but I ended up seeing very little of the country’s geology or its people. There isn’t much cleared land near Valdivia; after crossing a river just a few miles away, we entered the forest and only passed one rundown hovel before reaching our place to sleep for the night. The short difference in latitude, about 150 miles, has changed the look of the forest compared to that of Chiloe. This is due to a slightly different mix of tree species. The evergreens don’t seem to be as numerous, which gives the forest a brighter color. Like in Chiloe, the lower areas are tangled with canes, and another kind of plant (similar to Brazil's bamboo and about twenty feet tall) grows in clusters, decorating the banks of some streams in a lovely way. The Indians use this plant to make their chuzos, or long pointed spears. Our resting place was so dirty that I chose to sleep outside: on these trips, the first night is usually quite uncomfortable because of the itching and biting from the fleas. I was sure that by morning, there wasn’t a spot on my legs the size of a shilling that didn’t have a little red mark where a flea had eaten.
12th.—We continued to ride through the uncleared forest; only occasionally meeting an Indian on horseback, or a troop of fine mules bringing alerce-planks and corn from the southern plains. In the afternoon one of the horses knocked up: we were then on a brow of a hill, which commanded a fine view of the Llanos. The view of these open plains was very refreshing, after being hemmed in and buried in the wilderness of trees. The uniformity of a forest soon becomes very wearisome. This west coast makes me remember with pleasure the free, unbounded plains of Patagonia; yet, with the true spirit of contradiction, I cannot forget how sublime is the silence of the forest. The Llanos are the most fertile and thickly peopled parts of the country, as they possess the immense advantage of being nearly free from trees. Before leaving the forest we crossed some flat little lawns, around which single trees stood, as in an English park: I have often noticed with surprise, in wooded undulatory districts, that the quite level parts have been destitute of trees. On account of the tired horse, I determined to stop at the Mission of Cudico, to the friar of which I had a letter of introduction. Cudico is an intermediate district between the forest and the Llanos. There are a good many cottages, with patches of corn and potatoes, nearly all belonging to Indians. The tribes dependent on Valdivia are "reducidos y cristianos." The Indians farther northward, about Arauco and Imperial, are still very wild, and not converted; but they have all much intercourse with the Spaniards. The padre said that the Christian Indians did not much like coming to mass, but that otherwise they showed respect for religion. The greatest difficulty is in making them observe the ceremonies of marriage. The wild Indians take as many wives as they can support, and a cacique will sometimes have more than ten: on entering his house, the number may be told by that of the separate fires. Each wife lives a week in turn with the cacique; but all are employed in weaving ponchos, etc., for his profit. To be the wife of a cacique, is an honour much sought after by the Indian women.
12th.—We continued to ride through the untamed forest, occasionally encountering an Indian on horseback or a group of strong mules hauling alerce planks and corn from the southern plains. In the afternoon, one of the horses got tired; we were then atop a hill that offered a beautiful view of the Llanos. The sight of these open plains was really refreshing after being surrounded by a dense wilderness of trees. The sameness of a forest quickly becomes exhausting. This west coast reminds me fondly of the vast, open plains of Patagonia; yet, in a true contradiction, I can't forget how majestic the silence of the forest is. The Llanos are the most fertile and densely populated areas of the country, as they enjoy the great advantage of being nearly tree-free. Before leaving the forest, we crossed some flat little meadows, around which single trees stood like in an English park: I've often been surprised to notice that completely level areas in hilly regions are often devoid of trees. Because of the tired horse, I decided to stop at the Mission of Cudico, for which I had a letter of introduction for the friar. Cudico is a transitional area between the forest and the Llanos. There are quite a few cottages here, with patches of corn and potatoes, nearly all owned by Indians. The tribes connected to Valdivia are "reducidos y cristianos." The Indians further north, around Arauco and Imperial, are still very wild and unconverted; however, they do have a lot of interactions with the Spaniards. The padre mentioned that the Christian Indians aren't very keen on attending mass, but otherwise they show respect for religion. The biggest challenge is getting them to adhere to marriage ceremonies. The wild Indians take as many wives as they can support, and a chief can sometimes have more than ten: when entering his house, you can count them by the number of separate fires. Each wife takes turns living with the chief for a week, but all are engaged in weaving ponchos and other items for his benefit. Being the wife of a chief is a highly sought-after honor among Indian women.
The men of all these tribes wear a coarse woolen poncho: those south of Valdivia wear short trousers, and those north of it a petticoat, like the chilipa of the Gauchos. All have their long hair bound by a scarlet fillet, but with no other covering on their heads. These Indians are good-sized men; their cheek-bones are prominent, and in general appearance they resemble the great American family to which they belong; but their physiognomy seemed to me to be slightly different from that of any other tribe which I had before seen. Their expression is generally grave, and even austere, and possesses much character: this may pass either for honest bluntness or fierce determination. The long black hair, the grave and much-lined features, and the dark complexion, called to my mind old portraits of James I. On the road we met with none of that humble politeness so universal in Chiloe. Some gave their "mari-mari" (good morning) with promptness, but the greater number did not seem inclined to offer any salute. This independence of manners is probably a consequence of their long wars, and the repeated victories which they alone, of all the tribes in America, have gained over the Spaniards.
The men from all these tribes wear a rough woolen poncho: those south of Valdivia wear short pants, while those north of it wear a petticoat, similar to the chilipa of the Gauchos. All of them have their long hair tied back with a red band, but no other head covering. These men are of good stature; they have prominent cheekbones and generally resemble the broader American family to which they belong; however, their features seemed a bit different from those of any other tribe I had encountered before. Their expressions are typically serious, even stern, and carry a lot of character: this could be seen as straightforward honesty or fierce determination. The long black hair, serious and deeply lined faces, and dark skin reminded me of old portraits of James I. Along the road, we didn’t encounter any of the polite humility that's so common in Chiloe. Some greeted us with a quick "mari-mari" (good morning), but the majority didn't seem inclined to offer any greeting. This independence in their behavior is likely a result of their long history of wars, and the repeated victories they've won over the Spaniards, more than any other tribe in America.
I spent the evening very pleasantly, talking with the padre. He was exceedingly kind and hospitable; and coming from Santiago, had contrived to surround himself with some few comforts. Being a man of some little education, he bitterly complained of the total want of society. With no particular zeal for religion, no business or pursuit, how completely must this man's life be wasted! The next day, on our return, we met seven very wild-looking Indians, of whom some were caciques that had just received from the Chilian government their yearly small stipend for having long remained faithful. They were fine-looking men, and they rode one after the other, with most gloomy faces. An old cacique, who headed them, had been, I suppose, more excessively drunk than the rest, for he seemed extremely grave and very crabbed. Shortly before this, two Indians joined us, who were travelling from a distant mission to Valdivia concerning some lawsuit. One was a good-humoured old man, but from his wrinkled beardless face looked more like an old woman than a man. I frequently presented both of them with cigars; and though ready to receive them, and I dare say grateful, they would hardly condescend to thank me. A Chilotan Indian would have taken off his hat, and given his "Dios le page!" The travelling was very tedious, both from the badness of the roads, and from the number of great fallen trees, which it was necessary either to leap over or to avoid by making long circuits. We slept on the road, and next morning reached Valdivia, whence I proceeded on board.
I had a really nice evening chatting with the padre. He was extremely kind and welcoming; having come from Santiago, he managed to surround himself with some comforts. Being a somewhat educated man, he complained a lot about the total lack of company. With no real passion for religion, no job, or any pursuits, what a waste his life must be! The next day, on our way back, we encountered seven very rough-looking Indians, some of whom were chiefs who had just received their small yearly payment from the Chilean government for staying loyal for so long. They were striking men, riding one after the other with very serious faces. An old chief who led them seemed to be more drunk than the others, as he looked extremely somber and grouchy. Shortly before this, two Indians joined us; they were traveling from a distant mission to Valdivia about some legal matter. One was a cheerful old man, but his wrinkled, beardless face made him look more like an old woman than a man. I often offered both of them cigars; and while they seemed willing to accept them, and I suppose they were grateful, they barely bothered to thank me. A Chilotan Indian would have taken off his hat and said, "Dios le pague!" The travel was very slow, both because of the poor condition of the roads and the many large fallen trees, which we had to either jump over or navigate around with long detours. We slept on the road, and the next morning we reached Valdivia, from where I boarded a ship.
A few days afterwards I crossed the bay with a party of officers, and landed near the fort called Niebla. The buildings were in a most ruinous state, and the gun-carriages quite rotten. Mr. Wickham remarked to the commanding officer, that with one discharge they would certainly all fall to pieces. The poor man, trying to put a good face upon it, gravely replied, "No, I am sure, sir, they would stand two!" The Spaniards must have intended to have made this place impregnable. There is now lying in the middle of the courtyard a little mountain of mortar, which rivals in hardness the rock on which it is placed. It was brought from Chile, and cost 7000 dollars. The revolution having broken out, prevented its being applied to any purpose, and now it remains a monument of the fallen greatness of Spain.
A few days later, I crossed the bay with a group of officers and landed near the fort called Niebla. The buildings were in terrible shape, and the gun carriages were completely rotted. Mr. Wickham told the commanding officer that with one shot, they would definitely fall apart. The poor man, trying to stay positive, seriously replied, "No, I'm sure, sir, they would withstand two!" The Spaniards must have intended to make this place unbeatable. Now, there's a small mountain of mortar in the middle of the courtyard that rivals the hardness of the rock it's sitting on. It was brought from Chile and cost 7,000 dollars. The revolution that broke out stopped it from being used for anything, and now it stands as a reminder of Spain's lost greatness.
I wanted to go to a house about a mile and a half distant, but my guide said it was quite impossible to penetrate the wood in a straight line. He offered, however, to lead me, by following obscure cattle-tracks, the shortest way: the walk, nevertheless, took no less than three hours! This man is employed in hunting strayed cattle; yet, well as he must know the woods, he was not long since lost for two whole days, and had nothing to eat. These facts convey a good idea of the impracticability of the forests of these countries. A question often occurred to me—how long does any vestige of a fallen tree remain? This man showed me one which a party of fugitive royalists had cut down fourteen years ago; and taking this as a criterion, I should think a bole a foot and a half in diameter would in thirty years be changed into a heap of mould.
I wanted to go to a house about a mile and a half away, but my guide said it was impossible to get through the woods in a straight line. However, he offered to take me the shortest way by following some obscure cattle trails: the walk still took no less than three hours! This guy works in finding lost cattle; even though he must know the woods well, he was recently lost for two whole days and had nothing to eat. These facts give a good idea of how difficult the forests in these areas are. I often wondered—how long does a fallen tree last? This guy showed me one that a group of fleeing royalists had cut down fourteen years ago; and based on that, I would guess that a log about a foot and a half in diameter would turn into a pile of dirt in thirty years.
February 20th.—This day has been memorable in the annals of Valdivia, for the most severe earthquake experienced by the oldest inhabitant. I happened to be on shore, and was lying down in the wood to rest myself. It came on suddenly, and lasted two minutes, but the time appeared much longer. The rocking of the ground was very sensible. The undulations appeared to my companion and myself to come from due east, whilst others thought they proceeded from south-west: this shows how difficult it sometimes is to perceive the directions of the vibrations. There was no difficulty in standing upright, but the motion made me almost giddy: it was something like the movement of a vessel in a little cross-ripple, or still more like that felt by a person skating over thin ice, which bends under the weight of his body. A bad earthquake at once destroys our oldest associations: the earth, the very emblem of solidity, has moved beneath our feet like a thin crust over a fluid;—one second of time has created in the mind a strange idea of insecurity, which hours of reflection would not have produced. In the forest, as a breeze moved the trees, I felt only the earth tremble, but saw no other effect. Captain Fitz Roy and some officers were at the town during the shock, and there the scene was more striking; for although the houses, from being built of wood, did not fall, they were violently shaken, and the boards creaked and rattled together. The people rushed out of doors in the greatest alarm. It is these accompaniments that create that perfect horror of earthquakes, experienced by all who have thus seen, as well as felt, their effects. Within the forest it was a deeply interesting, but by no means an awe-exciting phenomenon. The tides were very curiously affected. The great shock took place at the time of low water; and an old woman who was on the beach told me that the water flowed very quickly, but not in great waves, to high-water mark, and then as quickly returned to its proper level; this was also evident by the line of wet sand. The same kind of quick but quiet movement in the tide happened a few years since at Chiloe, during a slight earthquake, and created much causeless alarm. In the course of the evening there were many weaker shocks, which seemed to produce in the harbour the most complicated currents, and some of great strength.
February 20th.—This day is memorable in the history of Valdivia for the most intense earthquake ever felt by the oldest resident. I happened to be on shore, lying down in the woods to rest. It hit suddenly and lasted two minutes, but felt much longer. The shaking of the ground was very noticeable. My companion and I thought the undulations came from the east, while others believed they originated from the southwest; this illustrates how challenging it can be to determine the directions of the vibrations. There was no trouble standing, but the movement made me almost dizzy—it felt like being on a small boat rocking in a light chop, or even more like skating on thin ice that bends under your weight. A bad earthquake instantly shatters our oldest associations: the earth, which represents stability, moved beneath us like a thin crust over liquid;—in a single moment, a strange sense of insecurity is created in the mind that hours of reflection wouldn't generate. In the forest, I felt the ground shake, but didn’t see any other effects as the trees swayed in the breeze. Captain Fitz Roy and some officers were in town during the shock, and there, the scene was even more dramatic; although the wooden houses didn't collapse, they were violently shaken, and the boards creaked and rattled against each other. People rushed outside in a panic. It’s these accompanying sensations that create the deep dread of earthquakes experienced by everyone who has both seen and felt their impact. In the forest, it was a fascinating experience, but not terrifying at all. The tides were affected in an interesting way. The major shock occurred at low tide, and an old woman on the beach told me that the water rushed swiftly, but without large waves, to the high-water line, and then just as quickly returned to its usual level; this was also clear from the wet sand. A similar quick but calm movement in the tide happened a few years ago in Chiloe during a minor earthquake and caused a lot of unnecessary panic. That evening, there were several weaker tremors that seemed to create complex currents in the harbor, some of considerable strength.
March 4th.—We entered the harbour of Concepcion. While the ship was beating up to the anchorage, I landed on the island of Quiriquina. The mayor-domo of the estate quickly rode down to tell me the terrible news of the great earthquake of the 20th:—"That not a house in Concepcion or Talcahuano (the port) was standing; that seventy villages were destroyed; and that a great wave had almost washed away the ruins of Talcahuano." Of this latter statement I soon saw abundant proofs—the whole coast being strewed over with timber and furniture as if a thousand ships had been wrecked. Besides chairs, tables, book-shelves, etc., in great numbers, there were several roofs of cottages, which had been transported almost whole. The storehouses at Talcahuano had been burst open, and great bags of cotton, yerba, and other valuable merchandise were scattered on the shore. During my walk round the island, I observed that numerous fragments of rock, which, from the marine productions adhering to them, must recently have been lying in deep water, had been cast up high on the beach; one of these was six feet long, three broad, and two thick.
March 4th.—We entered the harbor of Concepcion. While the ship was making its way to the anchorage, I got off on the island of Quiriquina. The estate's manager quickly rode down to share the awful news about the massive earthquake on the 20th:—"Not a single house in Concepcion or Talcahuano (the port) is standing; seventy villages were destroyed; and a huge wave nearly washed away the ruins of Talcahuano." I quickly saw plenty of evidence for this last point—the entire coast was scattered with timber and furniture as if a thousand ships had wrecked. In addition to a large number of chairs, tables, bookcases, etc., there were several roofs from cottages that had been transported almost intact. The storehouses at Talcahuano had been broken open, leaving great bags of cotton, yerba, and other valuable goods spread all over the shore. During my walk around the island, I noticed that many fragments of rock, which, based on the marine life attached to them, must have recently been sitting in deep water, had been thrown up high onto the beach; one of these was six feet long, three feet wide, and two feet thick.
The island itself as plainly showed the overwhelming power of the earthquake, as the beach did that of the consequent great wave. The ground in many parts was fissured in north and south lines, perhaps caused by the yielding of the parallel and steep sides of this narrow island. Some of the fissures near the cliffs were a yard wide. Many enormous masses had already fallen on the beach; and the inhabitants thought that when the rains commenced far greater slips would happen. The effect of the vibration on the hard primary slate, which composes the foundation of the island, was still more curious: the superficial parts of some narrow ridges were as completely shivered as if they had been blasted by gunpowder. This effect, which was rendered conspicuous by the fresh fractures and displaced soil, must be confined to near the surface, for otherwise there would not exist a block of solid rock throughout Chile; nor is this improbable, as it is known that the surface of a vibrating body is affected differently from the central part. It is, perhaps, owing to this same reason, that earthquakes do not cause quite such terrific havoc within deep mines as would be expected. I believe this convulsion has been more effectual in lessening the size of the island of Quiriquina, than the ordinary wear-and-tear of the sea and weather during the course of a whole century.
The island clearly showed the immense power of the earthquake, just as the beach did with the resulting huge wave. In many areas, the ground was cracked in north-south lines, possibly due to the shifting of the steep and narrow sides of the island. Some of the cracks near the cliffs were a yard wide. Many large chunks had already fallen onto the beach, and the locals thought that once the rains started, even more massive slips would occur. The impact of the vibrations on the hard primary slate, which makes up the island's foundation, was even more interesting: the top layers of some narrow ridges were completely shattered as if they had been blown apart by explosives. This effect, highlighted by the fresh breaks and displaced soil, must be limited to near the surface, or else solid rock wouldn't exist throughout Chile. It's not surprising, as it's known that the surface of a vibrating object reacts differently than the center. This might also explain why earthquakes don't cause nearly as much destruction in deep mines as one might think. I believe this quake has been more effective in reducing the size of Quiriquina Island than a century's worth of erosion from the sea and weather.
The next day I landed at Talcahuano, and afterwards rode to Concepcion. Both towns presented the most awful yet interesting spectacle I ever beheld. To a person who had formerly known them, it possibly might have been still more impressive; for the ruins were so mingled together, and the whole scene possessed so little the air of a habitable place, that it was scarcely possible to imagine its former condition. The earthquake commenced at half-past eleven o'clock in the forenoon. If it had happened in the middle of the night, the greater number of the inhabitants (which in this one province must amount to many thousands) must have perished, instead of less than a hundred: as it was, the invariable practice of running out of doors at the first trembling of the ground, alone saved them. In Concepcion each house, or row of houses, stood by itself, a heap or line of ruins; but in Talcahuano, owing to the great wave, little more than one layer of bricks, tiles, and timber with here and there part of a wall left standing, could be distinguished. From this circumstance Concepcion, although not so completely desolated, was a more terrible, and if I may so call it, picturesque sight. The first shock was very sudden. The mayor-domo at Quiriquina told me, that the first notice he received of it, was finding both the horse he rode and himself, rolling together on the ground. Rising up, he was again thrown down. He also told me that some cows which were standing on the steep side of the island were rolled into the sea. The great wave caused the destruction of many cattle; on one low island near the head of the bay, seventy animals were washed off and drowned. It is generally thought that this has been the worst earthquake ever recorded in Chile; but as the very severe ones occur only after long intervals, this cannot easily be known; nor indeed would a much worse shock have made any difference, for the ruin was now complete. Innumerable small tremblings followed the great earthquake, and within the first twelve days no less than three hundred were counted.
The next day I arrived in Talcahuano and then traveled to Concepción. Both towns presented the most horrifying yet fascinating sight I’ve ever seen. For someone who had known them before, it might have been even more striking; the ruins were so mixed together, and the whole scene felt so far from being a livable place that it was hard to imagine what it used to be like. The earthquake started at 11:30 in the morning. If it had happened in the middle of the night, most of the residents (which in this one province must be many thousands) would have likely perished, instead of fewer than a hundred: as it was, the common practice of running outside at the first tremor saved them. In Concepción, each house or row of houses was left as a pile or line of ruins; but in Talcahuano, because of the massive wave, little more than a layer of bricks, tiles, and wood with a few parts of walls left standing could be seen. Because of this, Concepción, although not as completely destroyed, was a more terrifying, and if I can say so, picturesque sight. The first shock was very sudden. The steward at Quiriquina told me that the first sign he had was finding himself and his horse rolling on the ground together. As he got up, he was thrown down again. He also mentioned that some cows standing on the steep side of the island were rolled into the sea. The massive wave caused the loss of many cattle; on one low island near the head of the bay, seventy animals were washed away and drowned. It’s generally believed that this has been the worst earthquake ever recorded in Chile; but since severe earthquakes only happen after long intervals, it’s hard to know for sure; nor would a worse shock have made any difference, as the destruction was already complete. Countless smaller tremors occurred after the major earthquake, and within the first twelve days, no fewer than three hundred were recorded.
After viewing Concepcion, I cannot understand how the greater number of inhabitants escaped unhurt. The houses in many parts fell outwards; thus forming in the middle of the streets little hillocks of brickwork and rubbish. Mr. Rouse, the English consul, told us that he was at breakfast when the first movement warned him to run out. He had scarcely reached the middle of the courtyard, when one side of his house came thundering down. He retained presence of mind to remember, that if he once got on the top of that part which had already fallen, he would be safe. Not being able from the motion of the ground to stand, he crawled up on his hands and knees; and no sooner had he ascended this little eminence, than the other side of the house fell in, the great beams sweeping close in front of his head. With his eyes blinded, and his mouth choked with the cloud of dust which darkened the sky, at last he gained the street. As shock succeeded shock, at the interval of a few minutes, no one dared approach the shattered ruins, and no one knew whether his dearest friends and relations were not perishing from the want of help. Those who had saved any property were obliged to keep a constant watch, for thieves prowled about, and at each little trembling of the ground, with one hand they beat their breasts and cried "Misericordia!" and then with the other filched what they could from the ruins. The thatched roofs fell over the fires, and flames burst forth in all parts. Hundreds knew themselves ruined, and few had the means of providing food for the day.
After seeing Concepcion, I can't understand how so many people got out unhurt. In many places, the houses collapsed outward, creating little hills of bricks and debris in the middle of the streets. Mr. Rouse, the English consul, told us he was having breakfast when the first tremor made him run outside. He barely made it to the middle of the courtyard when one side of his house came crashing down. He had the presence of mind to remember that if he could get on top of the part that had already fallen, he would be safe. Since he couldn't stand because of the shaking, he crawled on his hands and knees. Just as he reached this small height, the other side of the house collapsed, with the heavy beams swinging right in front of his head. Blinded by dust and choking on the cloud that darkened the sky, he finally made it to the street. As one shock followed another every few minutes, no one dared get close to the wreckage, and no one knew if their loved ones were trapped and in need of help. Those who managed to save any belongings had to keep a constant lookout for thieves lurking around, and with each tremor, they beat their chests and cried "Misericordia!" while stealing whatever they could from the ruins. The thatched roofs fell into the fires, and flames erupted everywhere. Hundreds found themselves ruined, and few had the means to provide food for the day.
Earthquakes alone are sufficient to destroy the prosperity of any country. If beneath England the now inert subterranean forces should exert those powers, which most assuredly in former geological ages they have exerted, how completely would the entire condition of the country be changed! What would become of the lofty houses, thickly packed cities, great manufactories, the beautiful public and private edifices? If the new period of disturbance were first to commence by some great earthquake in the dead of the night, how terrific would be the carnage! England would at once be bankrupt; all papers, records, and accounts would from that moment be lost. Government being unable to collect the taxes, and failing to maintain its authority, the hand of violence and rapine would remain uncontrolled. In every large town famine would go forth, pestilence and death following in its train.
Earthquakes alone can wipe out the prosperity of any country. If the now-dormant underground forces beneath England were to unleash their power, which they certainly have in past geological ages, the entire state of the country would be transformed! What would happen to the tall buildings, densely populated cities, massive factories, and the beautiful public and private structures? If this new period of upheaval began with a major earthquake in the middle of the night, the destruction would be horrific! England would instantly face bankruptcy; all documents, records, and accounts would be lost at that moment. With the government unable to collect taxes and failing to uphold its authority, chaos and violence would ensue. In every major city, famine would spread, bringing disease and death in its wake.
Shortly after the shock, a great wave was seen from the distance of three or four miles, approaching in the middle of the bay with a smooth outline; but along the shore it tore up cottages and trees, as it swept onwards with irresistible force. At the head of the bay it broke in a fearful line of white breakers, which rushed up to a height of 23 vertical feet above the highest spring-tides. Their force must have been prodigious; for at the Fort a cannon with its carriage, estimated at four tons in weight, was moved 15 feet inwards. A schooner was left in the midst of the ruins, 200 yards from the beach. The first wave was followed by two others, which in their retreat carried away a vast wreck of floating objects. In one part of the bay, a ship was pitched high and dry on shore, was carried off, again driven on shore, and again carried off. In another part, two large vessels anchored near together were whirled about, and their cables were thrice wound round each other; though anchored at a depth of 36 feet, they were for some minutes aground. The great wave must have travelled slowly, for the inhabitants of Talcahuano had time to run up the hills behind the town; and some sailors pulled out seaward, trusting successfully to their boat riding securely over the swell, if they could reach it before it broke. One old woman with a little boy, four or five years old, ran into a boat, but there was nobody to row it out: the boat was consequently dashed against an anchor and cut in twain; the old woman was drowned, but the child was picked up some hours afterwards clinging to the wreck. Pools of salt-water were still standing amidst the ruins of the houses, and children, making boats with old tables and chairs, appeared as happy as their parents were miserable. It was, however, exceedingly interesting to observe, how much more active and cheerful all appeared than could have been expected. It was remarked with much truth, that from the destruction being universal, no one individual was humbled more than another, or could suspect his friends of coldness—that most grievous result of the loss of wealth. Mr. Rouse, and a large party whom he kindly took under his protection, lived for the first week in a garden beneath some apple-trees. At first they were as merry as if it had been a picnic; but soon afterwards heavy rain caused much discomfort, for they were absolutely without shelter.
Shortly after the shock, a huge wave was spotted about three or four miles away, moving towards the middle of the bay with a smooth shape; however, along the shoreline, it uprooted cottages and trees as it surged forward with unstoppable power. At the head of the bay, it crashed in a terrifying line of white breakers that reached a height of 23 vertical feet above the highest spring tides. The force must have been immense because, at the Fort, a cannon with its carriage, weighing about four tons, was pushed 15 feet inward. A schooner was left among the debris, 200 yards from the beach. The first wave was followed by two others, which in retreat carried away a massive amount of floating debris. In one part of the bay, a ship was tossed high and dry onto the shore, then taken away, pushed back onto the shore, and taken away again. In another area, two large vessels anchored close to each other were spun around, and their cables tangled three times; even though they were anchored in 36 feet of water, they were stuck on the ground for several minutes. The great wave must have moved slowly, as the residents of Talcahuano had time to flee to the hills behind the town; some sailors paddled out to sea, hoping their boat would ride safely over the swell if they reached it before it crashed. One elderly woman, with a little boy around four or five years old, jumped into a boat, but there was no one to row it out: the boat ended up being smashed against an anchor and split in half; the old woman drowned, but the child was found hours later clinging to the wreckage. Puddles of saltwater still stood among the ruins of the houses, and children, making boats out of old tables and chairs, looked as happy as their parents were miserable. However, it was very interesting to see how much more active and cheerful everyone seemed than expected. It was noted that because the destruction was widespread, no one was more humbled than anyone else, nor could they suspect their friends of being cold—that especially painful result of losing wealth. Mr. Rouse, along with a large group he kindly took under his care, spent the first week in a garden beneath some apple trees. At first, they were as cheerful as if it were a picnic; but soon after, heavy rain caused significant discomfort since they had no shelter.
In Captain Fitz Roy's excellent account of the earthquake, it is said that two explosions, one like a column of smoke and another like the blowing of a great whale, were seen in the bay. The water also appeared everywhere to be boiling; and it "became black, and exhaled a most disagreeable sulphureous smell." These latter circumstances were observed in the Bay of Valparaiso during the earthquake of 1822; they may, I think, be accounted for, by the disturbance of the mud at the bottom of the sea containing organic matter in decay. In the Bay of Callao, during a calm day, I noticed, that as the ship dragged her cable over the bottom, its course was marked by a line of bubbles. The lower orders in Talcahuano thought that the earthquake was caused by some old Indian women, who two years ago, being offended, stopped the volcano of Antuco. This silly belief is curious, because it shows that experience has taught them to observe, that there exists a relation between the suppressed action of the volcanos, and the trembling of the ground. It was necessary to apply the witchcraft to the point where their perception of cause and effect failed; and this was the closing of the volcanic vent. This belief is the more singular in this particular instance, because, according to Captain Fitz Roy, there is reason to believe that Antuco was noways affected.
In Captain Fitz Roy's detailed account of the earthquake, he mentions that two explosions were observed in the bay: one that looked like a column of smoke and another that sounded like a huge whale blowing air. The water also seemed to be boiling everywhere, turning black and giving off a very unpleasant sulfur smell. These observations were noted in the Bay of Valparaiso during the earthquake of 1822. I believe they can be explained by the disturbance of the mud on the seafloor that contained decaying organic matter. In the Bay of Callao, on a calm day, I noticed that as the ship dragged its anchor across the seabed, it left a trail of bubbles. The lower-class people in Talcahuano believed that the earthquake was caused by some old Indian women who, two years earlier, had offended the volcano of Antuco and had managed to stop it. This odd belief is interesting because it shows that their experiences have led them to notice a connection between the dormant volcanoes and the tremors of the ground. They needed to attribute the cause to witchcraft where their understanding of cause and effect fell short, which in this case was the closing of the volcanic vent. This belief is even more peculiar because, according to Captain Fitz Roy, there is evidence suggesting that Antuco was not affected at all.
The town of Concepcion was built in the usual Spanish fashion, with all the streets running at right angles to each other; one set ranging S.W. by W., and the other set N.W. by N. The walls in the former direction certainly stood better than those in the latter; the greater number of the masses of brickwork were thrown down towards the N.E. Both these circumstances perfectly agree with the general idea, of the undulations having come from the S.W., in which quarter subterranean noises were also heard; for it is evident that the walls running S.W. and N.E. which presented their ends to the point whence the undulations came, would be much less likely to fall than those walls which, running N.W. and S.E., must in their whole lengths have been at the same instant thrown out of the perpendicular; for the undulations, coming from the S.W., must have extended in N.W. and S.E. waves, as they passed under the foundations. This may be illustrated by placing books edgeways on a carpet, and then, after the manner suggested by Michell, imitating the undulations of an earthquake: it will be found that they fall with more or less readiness, according as their direction more or less nearly coincides with the line of the waves. The fissures in the ground generally, though not uniformly, extended in a S.E. and N.W. direction, and therefore corresponded to the lines of undulation or of principal flexure. Bearing in mind all these circumstances, which so clearly point to the S.W. as the chief focus of disturbance, it is a very interesting fact that the island of S. Maria, situated in that quarter, was, during the general uplifting of the land, raised to nearly three times the height of any other part of the coast.
The town of Concepcion was built in the typical Spanish style, with streets that intersected at right angles; one set running S.W. by W., and the other set N.W. by N. The walls facing the former direction held up better than those facing the latter; most of the brick structures collapsed towards the N.E. Both of these observations fit well with the general idea that the tremors originated from the S.W., where underground noises were also reported. It’s clear that the walls running S.W. and N.E., which faced the source of the tremors, would have been less likely to fall than the walls running N.W. and S.E., which were more vulnerable due to being pushed out of alignment at the same moment. Since the tremors came from the S.W., they would have moved in N.W. and S.E. waves beneath the foundations. This can be illustrated by placing books edgewise on a carpet and then, following Michell's suggestion, simulating the vibrations of an earthquake: it's found that they fall more or less easily depending on how closely their direction aligns with the wave pattern. The cracks in the ground, generally but not consistently, extended in a S.E. and N.W. direction, which matched the lines of movement or major bending. Considering all these factors that clearly indicate the S.W. as the main source of disturbance, it's quite interesting that the island of S. Maria, located in that direction, was raised nearly three times higher than any other part of the coast during the overall uplift of the land.
The different resistance offered by the walls, according to their direction, was well exemplified in the case of the Cathedral. The side which fronted the N.E. presented a grand pile of ruins, in the midst of which door-cases and masses of timber stood up, as if floating in a stream. Some of the angular blocks of brickwork were of great dimensions; and they were rolled to a distance on the level plaza, like fragments of rock at the base of some high mountain. The side walls (running S.W. and N.E.), though exceedingly fractured, yet remained standing; but the vast buttresses (at right angles to them, and therefore parallel to the walls that fell) were in many cases cut clean off, as if by a chisel, and hurled to the ground. Some square ornaments on the coping of these same walls, were moved by the earthquake into a diagonal position. A similar circumstance was observed after an earthquake at Valparaiso, Calabria, and other places, including some of the ancient Greek temples. 141 This twisting displacement, at first appears to indicate a vorticose movement beneath each point thus affected; but this is highly improbable. May it not be caused by a tendency in each stone to arrange itself in some particular position, with respect to the lines of vibration,—in a manner somewhat similar to pins on a sheet of paper when shaken? Generally speaking, arched doorways or windows stood much better than any other part of the buildings. Nevertheless, a poor lame old man, who had been in the habit, during trifling shocks, of crawling to a certain doorway, was this time crushed to pieces.
The different resistance offered by the walls, depending on their direction, was clearly demonstrated in the case of the Cathedral. The side facing the N.E. showed a massive pile of ruins, with door frames and chunks of wood sticking up as if they were floating in a stream. Some of the angular brick blocks were quite large, and they rolled away on the flat plaza like boulders at the foot of a mountain. The side walls (running S.W. and N.E.), although severely damaged, were still standing; however, the huge buttresses (which were perpendicular to them and thus parallel to the falling walls) were often completely severed, as if cut with a chisel, and thrown to the ground. Some square decorations on the tops of these walls were shifted by the earthquake into a diagonal position. A similar situation was observed after earthquakes in Valparaiso, Calabria, and other locations, including some ancient Greek temples. 141 This twisting displacement initially seems to suggest a swirling movement beneath each affected point; however, that seems quite unlikely. Could it not be the result of each stone's tendency to align itself in a specific way concerning the lines of vibration—similar to how pins behave on a sheet of paper when shaken? Generally, arched doorways or windows fared much better than other parts of the buildings. Still, a poor, crippled old man, who had developed the habit of crawling to a certain doorway during minor tremors, was unfortunately crushed to death this time.
I have not attempted to give any detailed description of the appearance of Concepcion, for I feel that it is quite impossible to convey the mingled feelings which I experienced. Several of the officers visited it before me, but their strongest language failed to give a just idea of the scene of desolation. It is a bitter and humiliating thing to see works, which have cost man so much time and labour, overthrown in one minute; yet compassion for the inhabitants was almost instantly banished, by the surprise in seeing a state of things produced in a moment of time, which one was accustomed to attribute to a succession of ages. In my opinion, we have scarcely beheld, since leaving England, any sight so deeply interesting.
I haven’t tried to give a detailed description of how Concepcion looks because I believe it’s nearly impossible to express the mixed emotions I felt. Several officers visited before me, but even their strongest words couldn’t convey the scene of devastation accurately. It’s a bitter and humbling experience to witness structures, which have taken so much time and effort to build, destroyed in an instant; however, any sympathy I felt for the residents was quickly replaced by astonishment at seeing a situation that usually takes ages to develop happen in just a moment. In my view, we haven’t seen anything quite as striking since leaving England.
In almost every severe earthquake, the neighbouring waters of the sea are said to have been greatly agitated. The disturbance seems generally, as in the case of Concepcion, to have been of two kinds: first, at the instant of the shock, the water swells high up on the beach with a gentle motion, and then as quietly retreats; secondly, some time afterwards, the whole body of the sea retires from the coast, and then returns in waves of overwhelming force. The first movement seems to be an immediate consequence of the earthquake affecting differently a fluid and a solid, so that their respective levels are slightly deranged: but the second case is a far more important phenomenon. During most earthquakes, and especially during those on the west coast of America, it is certain that the first great movement of the waters has been a retirement. Some authors have attempted to explain this, by supposing that the water retains its level, whilst the land oscillates upwards; but surely the water close to the land, even on a rather steep coast, would partake of the motion of the bottom: moreover, as urged by Mr. Lyell, similar movements of the sea have occurred at islands far distant from the chief line of disturbance, as was the case with Juan Fernandez during this earthquake, and with Madeira during the famous Lisbon shock. I suspect (but the subject is a very obscure one) that a wave, however produced, first draws the water from the shore, on which it is advancing to break: I have observed that this happens with the little waves from the paddles of a steam-boat. It is remarkable that whilst Talcahuano and Callao (near Lima), both situated at the head of large shallow bays, have suffered during every severe earthquake from great waves, Valparaiso, seated close to the edge of profoundly deep water, has never been overwhelmed, though so often shaken by the severest shocks. From the great wave not immediately following the earthquake, but sometimes after the interval of even half an hour, and from distant islands being affected similarly with the coasts near the focus of the disturbance, it appears that the wave first rises in the offing; and as this is of general occurrence, the cause must be general: I suspect we must look to the line, where the less disturbed waters of the deep ocean join the water nearer the coast, which has partaken of the movements of the land, as the place where the great wave is first generated; it would also appear that the wave is larger or smaller, according to the extent of shoal water which has been agitated together with the bottom on which it rested.
In nearly every major earthquake, it's said that the nearby sea waters become quite agitated. The disturbance usually takes two forms, like in the case of Concepcion: first, at the moment of the shock, the water rises high on the beach with a gentle motion and then quietly recedes; second, some time later, the entire body of the sea withdraws from the coast and then crashes back in overwhelming waves. The first movement seems to be a direct result of the earthquake impacting a fluid differently than a solid, slightly disrupting their respective levels. However, the second case is a more significant phenomenon. During most earthquakes, especially on the west coast of America, it’s clear that the initial major motion of the waters involves a retreat. Some writers have tried to explain this by suggesting that the water stays level while the land shifts upward, but surely the water close to the shore, even on a steep coastline, would share in the motion of the seabed. Furthermore, as Mr. Lyell pointed out, similar sea movements have happened at islands far from the main disturbance, as was the case with Juan Fernandez during this earthquake and Madeira during the famous Lisbon quake. I suspect (but the topic is quite complex) that a wave, however it forms, first pulls the water away from the shore it’s about to break upon; I've noticed this happening with small waves created by the paddles of a steam boat. It’s notable that while Talcahuano and Callao (near Lima), both located at the heads of large shallow bays, experience large waves during every significant earthquake, Valparaiso, which is next to very deep water, has never been flooded, even though it has frequently experienced severe shocks. Since the major wave doesn’t immediately follow the earthquake, sometimes coming after an interval of up to half an hour, and since distant islands are similarly affected as the coastal areas near the center of disturbance, it seems that the wave first builds up offshore. As this occurs generally, the cause must also be general: I suspect we should look to the point where the less disturbed waters of the deep ocean meet the water closer to the shore, which has been influenced by the movements of the land, as the place where the major wave begins to form; it also appears that the wave varies in size depending on how much shallow water has been disturbed along with the seabed it rests on.
The most remarkable effect of this earthquake was the permanent elevation of the land, it would probably be far more correct to speak of it as the cause. There can be no doubt that the land round the Bay of Concepcion was upraised two or three feet; but it deserves notice, that owing to the wave having obliterated the old lines of tidal action on the sloping sandy shores, I could discover no evidence of this fact, except in the united testimony of the inhabitants, that one little rocky shoal, now exposed, was formerly covered with water. At the island of S. Maria (about thirty miles distant) the elevation was greater; on one part, Captain Fitz Roy founds beds of putrid mussel-shells still adhering to the rocks, ten feet above high-water mark: the inhabitants had formerly dived at lower-water spring-tides for these shells. The elevation of this province is particularly interesting, from its having been the theatre of several other violent earthquakes, and from the vast numbers of sea-shells scattered over the land, up to a height of certainly 600, and I believe, of 1000 feet. At Valparaiso, as I have remarked, similar shells are found at the height of 1300 feet: it is hardly possible to doubt that this great elevation has been effected by successive small uprisings, such as that which accompanied or caused the earthquake of this year, and likewise by an insensibly slow rise, which is certainly in progress on some parts of this coast.
The most striking effect of this earthquake was the permanent rise of the land; it would probably be more accurate to call it the cause. There's no doubt that the land around the Bay of Concepcion was lifted two or three feet. However, it's worth noting that, because the waves erased the old tidal lines on the sloping sandy shores, I couldn't find any evidence of this except for the shared accounts of the locals stating that one small rocky shoal, now exposed, was previously underwater. At the island of S. Maria (about thirty miles away), the elevation was even higher; in one area, Captain Fitz Roy found beds of rotten mussel shells still stuck to the rocks, ten feet above the high-water mark: the locals had previously dove for these shells during low-water spring tides. The elevation of this region is particularly interesting due to its history of several other strong earthquakes and the numerous sea shells scattered across the land, at least up to 600 feet and possibly as high as 1000 feet. At Valparaiso, as I mentioned, similar shells are found at an elevation of 1300 feet: it's hard to doubt that this significant rise has been caused by a series of small uplifts, like the one that occurred or triggered this year's earthquake, as well as a gradual slow rise that is definitely happening in some parts of this coast.
The island of Juan Fernandez, 360 miles to the N.E., was, at the time of the great shock of the 20th, violently shaken, so that the trees beat against each other, and a volcano burst forth under water close to the shore: these facts are remarkable because this island, during the earthquake of 1751, was then also affected more violently than other places at an equal distance from Concepcion, and this seems to show some subterranean connection between these two points. Chiloe, about 340 miles southward of Concepcion, appears to have been shaken more strongly than the intermediate district of Valdivia, where the volcano of Villarica was noways affected, whilst in the Cordillera in front of Chiloe, two of the volcanos burst-forth at the same instant in violent action. These two volcanos, and some neighbouring ones, continued for a long time in eruption, and ten months afterwards were again influenced by an earthquake at Concepcion. Some men, cutting wood near the base of one of these volcanos, did not perceive the shock of the 20th, although the whole surrounding Province was then trembling; here we have an eruption relieving and taking the place of an earthquake, as would have happened at Concepcion, according to the belief of the lower orders, if the volcano at Antuco had not been closed by witchcraft. Two years and three-quarters afterwards, Valdivia and Chiloe were again shaken, more violently than on the 20th, and an island in the Chonos Archipelago was permanently elevated more than eight feet. It will give a better idea of the scale of these phenomena, if (as in the case of the glaciers) we suppose them to have taken place at corresponding distances in Europe:—then would the land from the North Sea to the Mediterranean have been violently shaken, and at the same instant of time a large tract of the eastern coast of England would have been permanently elevated, together with some outlying islands,—a train of volcanos on the coast of Holland would have burst forth in action, and an eruption taken place at the bottom of the sea, near the northern extremity of Ireland—and lastly, the ancient vents of Auvergne, Cantal, and Mont d'Or would each have sent up to the sky a dark column of smoke, and have long remained in fierce action. Two years and three-quarters afterwards, France, from its centre to the English Channel, would have been again desolated by an earthquake and an island permanently upraised in the Mediterranean.
The island of Juan Fernandez, 360 miles to the northeast, was violently shaken during the major shock of the 20th century, causing the trees to crash against one another, and a volcano erupted underwater near the shore. These events are notable because this island was also hit harder than other locations at a similar distance from Concepción during the earthquake of 1751, suggesting a possible underground connection between the two sites. Chiloe, about 340 miles south of Concepción, seemed to experience stronger shaking than the area in between, Valdivia, where the Villarica volcano remained unaffected. Meanwhile, in the Cordillera near Chiloe, two volcanoes simultaneously erupted violently. These two volcanoes, along with some nearby ones, continued erupting for a long time, and ten months later, they were again affected by an earthquake in Concepción. Some people cutting wood near the base of one of these volcanoes didn't even notice the shock of the 20th, despite the surrounding province shaking; this illustrates how an eruption can act as a substitute for an earthquake, much like the locals believed would happen at Concepción if the volcano at Antuco hadn’t been silenced by witchcraft. Two years and about three-quarters later, Valdivia and Chiloe experienced another, even stronger shaking than on the 20th, and an island in the Chonos Archipelago was raised by more than eight feet. To better grasp the scale of these phenomena, if we consider them as occurring at similar distances in Europe—as with the glaciers—then land from the North Sea to the Mediterranean would have been violently shaken, while a large section of England's eastern coast would have been permanently elevated, along with some nearby islands. A series of volcanoes on the Dutch coast would have erupted, and there would have been an eruption at the bottom of the sea near the north of Ireland. Lastly, the ancient vents of Auvergne, Cantal, and Mont d'Or would each have released dark columns of smoke into the sky and remained intensely active for a long time. Then, two years and about three-quarters later, France, from its center to the English Channel, would again be devastated by an earthquake, and an island would be permanently raised in the Mediterranean.
The space, from under which volcanic matter on the 20th was actually erupted, is 720 miles in one line, and 400 miles in another line at right angles to the first: hence, in all probability, a subterranean lake of lava is here stretched out, of nearly double the area of the Black Sea. From the intimate and complicated manner in which the elevatory and eruptive forces were shown to be connected during this train of phenomena, we may confidently come to the conclusion, that the forces which slowly and by little starts uplift continents, and those which at successive periods pour forth volcanic matter from open orifices, are identical. From many reasons, I believe that the frequent quakings of the earth on this line of coast are caused by the rending of the strata, necessarily consequent on the tension of the land when upraised, and their injection by fluidified rock. This rending and injection would, if repeated often enough (and we know that earthquakes repeatedly affect the same areas in the same manner), form a chain of hills;—and the linear island of S. Mary, which was upraised thrice the height of the neighbouring country, seems to be undergoing this process. I believe that the solid axis of a mountain, differs in its manner of formation from a volcanic hill, only in the molten stone having been repeatedly injected, instead of having been repeatedly ejected. Moreover, I believe that it is impossible to explain the structure of great mountain-chains, such as that of the Cordillera, were the strata, capping the injected axis of plutonic rock, have been thrown on their edges along several parallel and neighbouring lines of elevation, except on this view of the rock of the axis having been repeatedly injected, after intervals sufficiently long to allow the upper parts or wedges to cool and become solid;—for if the strata had been thrown into their present highly inclined, vertical, and even inverted positions, by a single blow, the very bowels of the earth would have gushed out; and instead of beholding abrupt mountain-axes of rock solidified under great pressure, deluges of lava would have flowed out at innumerable points on every line of elevation. 142
The area where volcanic material erupted on the 20th spans 720 miles in one direction and 400 miles in another, at right angles to the first. This likely means that there is a vast underground lake of lava here, nearly twice the size of the Black Sea. Given the complex way the forces that lift land and those that cause volcanic eruptions are connected, we can confidently conclude that the forces that gradually uplift continents and those that periodically release volcanic material from openings are the same. For several reasons, I believe that the frequent tremors along this coastline are due to the breaking of the layers of earth caused by the tension of the rising land, along with the injection of molten rock. If this breaking and injecting happened often enough (and we know earthquakes tend to affect the same areas repeatedly), it could create a series of hills. The linear island of S. Mary, which has risen three times the height of the surrounding land, appears to be going through this process. I believe that the solid core of a mountain forms differently from a volcanic hill, only in that molten stone has been repeatedly injected rather than ejected. Furthermore, I think it’s impossible to explain the structure of major mountain ranges, like the Cordillera, if the layers capping the injected core of plutonic rock were tilted along several parallel and nearby lines of elevation. This suggestion holds that the rock core has been injected repeatedly, with enough time between injections for the upper layers or wedges to cool and solidify; otherwise, if the layers had been thrown into their current steeply inclined, vertical, or even inverted positions all at once, the earth’s core would have erupted, resulting in streams of lava pouring out at countless points along every elevation. 142
CHAPTER XV — PASSAGE OF THE CORDILLERA
Valparaiso—Portillo Pass—Sagacity of Mules—Mountain-torrents—Mines, how discovered—Proofs of the gradual Elevation of the Cordillera—Effect of Snow on Rocks—Geological Structure of the two main Ranges, their distinct Origin and Upheaval—Great Subsidence—Red Snow—Winds—Pinnacles of Snow—Dry and clear Atmosphere—Electricity—Pampas—Zoology of the opposite Side of the Andes—Locusts—Great Bugs—Mendoza—Uspallata Pass—Silicified Trees buried as they grew—Incas Bridge—Badness of the Passes exaggerated—Cumbre—Casuchas—Valparaiso.
Valparaíso—Portillo Pass—Intelligence of Mules—Mountain torrents—Mines, how they were discovered—Evidence of the gradual uplift of the Cordillera—Impact of snow on rocks—Geological structure of the two main ranges, their distinct origins and upheaval—Significant subsidence—Red snow—Winds—Snowy peaks—Dry and clear atmosphere—Electricity—Pampas—Zoology on the opposite side of the Andes—Locusts—Large bugs—Mendoza—Uspallata Pass—Fossilized trees buried in their growth position—Inca's Bridge—Exaggeration of the difficulty of the passes—Cumbre—Casuchas—Valparaíso.
MARCH 7th, 1835.—We stayed three days at Concepcion, and then sailed for Valparaiso. The wind being northerly, we only reached the mouth of the harbour of Concepcion before it was dark. Being very near the land, and a fog coming on, the anchor was dropped. Presently a large American whaler appeared alongside of us; and we heard the Yankee swearing at his men to keep quiet, whilst he listened for the breakers. Captain Fitz Roy hailed him, in a loud clear voice, to anchor where he then was. The poor man must have thought the voice came from the shore: such a Babel of cries issued at once from the ship—every one hallooing out, "Let go the anchor! veer cable! shorten sail!" It was the most laughable thing I ever heard. If the ship's crew had been all captains, and no men, there could not have been a greater uproar of orders. We afterwards found that the mate stuttered: I suppose all hands were assisting him in giving his orders.
MARCH 7th, 1835.—We spent three days in Concepcion, then set sail for Valparaiso. Since the wind was coming from the north, we only made it to the entrance of Concepcion harbor before nightfall. Being close to the shore, and with fog rolling in, we dropped the anchor. Soon, a large American whaler came alongside us, and we heard the captain yelling at his crew to be quiet while he listened for the waves. Captain Fitz Roy called out to him in a loud, clear voice, telling him to anchor where he was. The poor guy must have thought the voice was coming from the shore, as a chaotic mix of shouts erupted from the ship—everyone yelling, "Let go of the anchor! Veer cable! Shorten sail!" It was the funniest thing I ever heard. If the ship’s crew had been all captains and no sailors, it couldn’t have been louder with orders. We later found out that the mate had a stutter; I guess everyone was trying to help him give his commands.
On the 11th we anchored at Valparaiso, and two days afterwards I set out to cross the Cordillera. I proceeded to Santiago, where Mr. Caldcleugh most kindly assisted me in every possible way in making the little preparations which were necessary. In this part of Chile there are two passes across the Andes to Mendoza: the one most commonly used, namely, that of Aconcagua or Uspallata—is situated some way to the north; the other, called the Portillo, is to the south, and nearer, but more lofty and dangerous.
On the 11th, we docked at Valparaiso, and two days later, I started my journey across the Cordillera. I traveled to Santiago, where Mr. Caldcleugh kindly helped me with all the necessary preparations. In this part of Chile, there are two routes over the Andes to Mendoza: the more commonly used one, the Aconcagua or Uspallata pass, is located further north; the other, known as Portillo, is to the south and closer, but it is higher and more hazardous.
March 18th.—We set out for the Portillo pass. Leaving Santiago we crossed the wide burnt-up plain on which that city stands, and in the afternoon arrived at the Maypu, one of the principal rivers in Chile. The valley, at the point where it enters the first Cordillera, is bounded on each side by lofty barren mountains; and although not broad, it is very fertile. Numerous cottages were surrounded by vines, and by orchards of apple, nectarine, and peach-trees—their boughs breaking with the weight of the beautiful ripe fruit. In the evening we passed the custom-house, where our luggage was examined. The frontier of Chile is better guarded by the Cordillera, than by the waters of the sea. There are very few valleys which lead to the central ranges, and the mountains are quite impassable in other parts by beasts of burden. The custom-house officers were very civil, which was perhaps partly owing to the passport which the President of the Republic had given me; but I must express my admiration at the natural politeness of almost every Chileno. In this instance, the contrast with the same class of men in most other countries was strongly marked. I may mention an anecdote with which I was at the time much pleased: we met near Mendoza a little and very fat negress, riding astride on a mule. She had a goitre so enormous that it was scarcely possible to avoid gazing at her for a moment; but my two companions almost instantly, by way of apology, made the common salute of the country by taking off their hats. Where would one of the lower or higher classes in Europe, have shown such feeling politeness to a poor and miserable object of a degraded race?
March 18th.—We set off for the Portillo pass. Leaving Santiago, we crossed the expansive, burned-out plain where the city sits, and in the afternoon reached the Maypu, one of the main rivers in Chile. The valley, where it meets the first Cordillera, is flanked on either side by tall, barren mountains; and while it's not wide, it's very fertile. Many cottages were surrounded by vines and orchards of apple, nectarine, and peach trees, their branches heavy with beautiful, ripe fruit. In the evening, we passed through the customs office, where our luggage was checked. The border of Chile is better protected by the Cordillera than by the sea. There are very few valleys that lead to the central ranges, and in other areas, the mountains are nearly impossible for pack animals to navigate. The customs officers were quite courteous, perhaps partly due to the passport given to me by the President of the Republic; however, I must commend the natural politeness of nearly every Chilean. In this instance, the contrast with the same class of people in most other countries was quite striking. I should share an anecdote that I found amusing at the time: we encountered a small, very fat Black woman riding a mule near Mendoza. She had such an enormous goitre that it was hard not to stare at her for a moment, but my two companions immediately, as a gesture of courtesy, doffed their hats as is customary in the country. Where else would someone from the lower or higher classes in Europe show such considerate politeness to a poor, miserable individual of a marginalized race?
At night we slept at a cottage. Our manner of travelling was delightfully independent. In the inhabited parts we bought a little firewood, hired pasture for the animals, and bivouacked in the corner of the same field with them. Carrying an iron pot, we cooked and ate our supper under a cloudless sky, and knew no trouble. My companions were Mariano Gonzales, who had formerly accompanied me in Chile, and an "arriero," with his ten mules and a "madrina." The madrina (or godmother) is a most important personage:
At night, we stayed at a cottage. Our way of traveling was wonderfully independent. In populated areas, we bought a bit of firewood, rented pasture for the animals, and set up camp in a corner of the same field with them. With an iron pot, we cooked and ate our dinner under a clear sky, feeling no worries. My companions were Mariano Gonzales, who had previously traveled with me in Chile, and an "arriero," along with his ten mules and a "madrina." The madrina (or godmother) is a really important person.
She is an old steady mare, with a little bell round her neck; and wherever she goes, the mules, like good children, follow her. The affection of these animals for their madrinas saves infinite trouble. If several large troops are turned into one field to graze, in the morning the muleteers have only to lead the madrinas a little apart, and tinkle their bells; although there may be two or three hundred together, each mule immediately knows the bell of its own madrina, and comes to her. It is nearly impossible to lose an old mule; for if detained for several hours by force, she will, by the power of smell, like a dog, track out her companions, or rather the madrina, for, according to the muleteer, she is the chief object of affection. The feeling, however, is not of an individual nature; for I believe I am right in saying that any animal with a bell will serve as a madrina. In a troop each animal carries on a level road, a cargo weighing 416 pounds (more than 29 stone), but in a mountainous country 100 pounds less; yet with what delicate slim limbs, without any proportional bulk of muscle, these animals support so great a burden! The mule always appears to me a most surprising animal. That a hybrid should possess more reason, memory, obstinacy, social affection, powers of muscular endurance, and length of life, than either of its parents, seems to indicate that art has here outdone nature. Of our ten animals, six were intended for riding, and four for carrying cargoes, each taking turn about. We carried a good deal of food in case we should be snowed up, as the season was rather late for passing the Portillo.
She is an old, reliable mare with a little bell around her neck, and wherever she goes, the mules follow her like good kids. The bond these animals have with their madrinas saves a lot of hassle. If several large groups are let into one field to graze, in the morning the muleteers only have to lead the madrinas a bit away and ring their bells; even if there are two or three hundred together, each mule instantly recognizes its madrina’s bell and comes to her. It’s almost impossible to lose an old mule; if she's held back for several hours, she can, like a dog, sniff out her friends or rather her madrina, since, according to the muleteer, she is the main object of affection. However, this feeling isn’t exclusive; I believe I’m right in saying that any animal with a bell can serve as a madrina. In a group, each animal can carry a load of 416 pounds (more than 29 stone) on a flat road, but in a mountainous area, that drops to 100 pounds less; yet these animals, with their slender limbs and no proportional bulk of muscle, manage to support such a heavy load! The mule has always amazed me. The fact that a hybrid can have more reason, memory, stubbornness, social affection, endurance, and longevity than either of its parents seems to show that human intervention has surpassed natural selection here. Of our ten animals, six were meant for riding and four for carrying loads, each taking turns. We packed a lot of food just in case we got snowed in, as it was a bit late in the season to be crossing the Portillo.
March 19th.—We rode during this day to the last, and therefore most elevated, house in the valley. The number of inhabitants became scanty; but wherever water could be brought on the land, it was very fertile. All the main valleys in the Cordillera are characterized by having, on both sides, a fringe or terrace of shingle and sand, rudely stratified, and generally of considerable thickness. These fringes evidently once extended across the valleys and were united; and the bottoms of the valleys in northern Chile, where there are no streams, are thus smoothly filled up. On these fringes the roads are generally carried, for their surfaces are even, and they rise, with a very gentle slope up the valleys: hence, also, they are easily cultivated by irrigation. They may be traced up to a height of between 7000 and 9000 feet, where they become hidden by the irregular piles of debris. At the lower end or mouths of the valleys, they are continuously united to those land-locked plains (also formed of shingle) at the foot of the main Cordillera, which I have described in a former chapter as characteristic of the scenery of Chile, and which were undoubtedly deposited when the sea penetrated Chile, as it now does the more southern coasts. No one fact in the geology of South America, interested me more than these terraces of rudely-stratified shingle. They precisely resemble in composition the matter which the torrents in each valley would deposit, if they were checked in their course by any cause, such as entering a lake or arm of the sea; but the torrents, instead of depositing matter, are now steadily at work wearing away both the solid rock and these alluvial deposits, along the whole line of every main valley and side valley. It is impossible here to give the reasons, but I am convinced that the shingle terraces were accumulated, during the gradual elevation of the Cordillera, by the torrents delivering, at successive levels, their detritus on the beachheads of long narrow arms of the sea, first high up the valleys, then lower and lower down as the land slowly rose. If this be so, and I cannot doubt it, the grand and broken chain of the Cordillera, instead of having been suddenly thrown up, as was till lately the universal, and still is the common opinion of geologists, has been slowly upheaved in mass, in the same gradual manner as the coasts of the Atlantic and Pacific have risen within the recent period. A multitude of facts in the structure of the Cordillera, on this view receive a simple explanation.
March 19th.—We traveled today to the last and highest house in the valley. The number of people living here was sparse; however, wherever water could be diverted onto the land, it was very productive. All the main valleys in the Cordillera feature, on both sides, a fringe or terrace of gravel and sand, roughly layered, and generally quite thick. These fringes clearly once stretched across the valleys and were connected; the bottoms of the valleys in northern Chile, where there are no streams, are thus smoothly filled in. Roads are typically built on these terraces because their surfaces are flat, and they gradually slope up the valleys: therefore, they can be easily irrigated for farming. They can be traced up to heights between 7,000 and 9,000 feet, where they are covered by piles of debris. At the lower ends or mouths of the valleys, they merge continuously with these land-locked plains (also made of gravel) at the foot of the main Cordillera, which I described in a previous chapter as typical of the scenery in Chile, and which were undoubtedly deposited when the sea flooded into Chile, as it currently does along the more southern coasts. No geological feature in South America has captivated me more than these terraces of rough gravel. They closely resemble the material that the torrents in each valley would deposit if they were obstructed by something, like entering a lake or arm of the sea; yet, instead of depositing material, the torrents are busy eroding both the solid rock and these alluvial deposits along every major valley and side valley. It’s impossible to explain here, but I am convinced that the gravel terraces accumulated during the gradual uplift of the Cordillera, as torrents dropped their debris at successive levels on the beachheads of long, narrow arms of the sea, first higher up the valleys and then progressively lower as the land rose slowly. If this is true, and I have no doubts about it, the grand and jagged chain of the Cordillera wasn’t caused by a sudden uplift, as was previously the widespread belief among geologists, but has been gradually raised as a whole, similarly to how the coasts of the Atlantic and Pacific have risen recently. A multitude of facts about the structure of the Cordillera can be easily explained by this perspective.
The rivers which flow in these valleys ought rather to be called mountain-torrents. Their inclination is very great, and their water the colour of mud. The roar which the Maypu made, as it rushed over the great rounded fragments, was like that of the sea. Amidst the din of rushing waters, the noise from the stones, as they rattled one over another, was most distinctly audible even from a distance. This rattling noise, night and day, may be heard along the whole course of the torrent. The sound spoke eloquently to the geologist; the thousands and thousands of stones, which, striking against each other, made the one dull uniform sound, were all hurrying in one direction. It was like thinking on time, where the minute that now glides past is irrevocable. So was it with these stones; the ocean is their eternity, and each note of that wild music told of one more step towards their destiny.
The rivers flowing through these valleys should really be called mountain torrents. They are steep, and their water is muddy. The roar of the Maypu, as it rushed over the large rounded rocks, sounded like the sea. Amid the noise of the rushing water, you could clearly hear the clattering of stones as they bumped into each other, even from far away. This clattering noise could be heard day and night along the entire length of the torrent. The sound spoke volumes to the geologist; the countless stones, crashing against each other and creating a dull, uniform sound, were all moving in one direction. It was like contemplating time, where the moments that slip by are gone forever. The same goes for these stones; the ocean is their eternity, and every note of that wild music signaled one more step toward their fate.
It is not possible for the mind to comprehend, except by a slow process, any effect which is produced by a cause repeated so often, that the multiplier itself conveys an idea, not more definite than the savage implies when he points to the hairs of his head. As often as I have seen beds of mud, sand, and shingle, accumulated to the thickness of many thousand feet, I have felt inclined to exclaim that causes, such as the present rivers and the present beaches, could never have ground down and produced such masses. But, on the other hand, when listening to the rattling noise of these torrents, and calling to mind that whole races of animals have passed away from the face of the earth, and that during this whole period, night and day, these stones have gone rattling onwards in their course, I have thought to myself, can any mountains, any continent, withstand such waste?
It's hard for the mind to fully grasp, except through a gradual process, any effect caused by something happening so often that the sheer number of times makes it hard to understand, much like how a primitive person implies something by pointing to their hair. Every time I've seen layers of mud, sand, and gravel piled up to thousands of feet thick, I've thought to myself that current rivers and beaches couldn't have eroded and created such large deposits. But then, when I hear the rumbling of these torrents and remember that entire species have disappeared from the earth, and that for all this time, day and night, these stones have been on the move, I wonder if any mountains or continents can survive such erosion.
In this part of the valley, the mountains on each side were from 3000 to 6000 or 8000 feet high, with rounded outlines and steep bare flanks. The general colour of the rock was dullish purple, and the stratification very distinct. If the scenery was not beautiful, it was remarkable and grand. We met during the day several herds of cattle, which men were driving down from the higher valleys in the Cordillera. This sign of the approaching winter hurried our steps, more than was convenient for geologizing. The house where we slept was situated at the foot of a mountain, on the summit of which are the mines of S. Pedro de Nolasko. Sir F. Head marvels how mines have been discovered in such extraordinary situations, as the bleak summit of the mountain of S. Pedro de Nolasko. In the first place, metallic veins in this country are generally harder than the surrounding strata: hence, during the gradual wear of the hills, they project above the surface of the ground. Secondly, almost every labourer, especially in the northern parts of Chile, understands something about the appearance of ores. In the great mining provinces of Coquimbo and Copiapo, firewood is very scarce, and men search for it over every hill and dale; and by this means nearly all the richest mines have there been discovered. Chanuncillo, from which silver to the value of many hundred thousand pounds has been raised in the course of a few years, was discovered by a man who threw a stone at his loaded donkey, and thinking that it was very heavy, he picked it up, and found it full of pure silver: the vein occurred at no great distance, standing up like a wedge of metal. The miners, also, taking a crowbar with them, often wander on Sundays over the mountains. In this south part of Chile, the men who drive cattle into the Cordillera, and who frequent every ravine where there is a little pasture, are the usual discoverers.
In this area of the valley, the mountains on both sides were between 3000 and 6000 or 8000 feet high, with rounded shapes and steep, bare slopes. The rock was a dull purple color, and the layers were very distinct. While the scenery might not have been beautiful, it was impressive and grand. During the day, we saw several herds of cattle being driven down from the higher valleys in the Cordillera. This sign of the approaching winter quickened our pace, which was not ideal for geological exploration. The house where we stayed was located at the base of a mountain, on top of which are the mines of S. Pedro de Nolasko. Sir F. Head wonders how mines have been found in such extraordinary places, like the barren summit of the mountain of S. Pedro de Nolasko. First, metallic veins in this area are generally harder than the surrounding rocks, so as the hills gradually erode, they stick out above the ground. Secondly, almost every worker, especially in the northern parts of Chile, knows a bit about how ores look. In the major mining regions of Coquimbo and Copiapo, firewood is very scarce, and people search every hill and valley for it; this is how most of the richest mines have been discovered. Chanuncillo, from which silver worth many hundreds of thousands of pounds has been extracted in just a few years, was discovered by a man who threw a stone at his loaded donkey and, thinking it was very heavy, picked it up, finding it filled with pure silver: the vein was not far away, sticking up like a wedge of metal. Miners also often take a crowbar with them and wander over the mountains on Sundays. In this southern part of Chile, the men who drive cattle into the Cordillera, and who frequent every ravine with some pasture, are the usual discoverers.
20th.—As we ascended the valley, the vegetation, with the exception of a few pretty alpine flowers, became exceedingly scanty, and of quadrupeds, birds, or insects, scarcely one could be seen. The lofty mountains, their summits marked with a few patches of snow, stood well separated from each other, the valleys being filled up with an immense thickness of stratified alluvium. The features in the scenery of the Andes which struck me most, as contrasted with the other mountain chains with which I am acquainted, were,—the flat fringes sometimes expanding into narrow plains on each side of the valleys,—the bright colours, chiefly red and purple, of the utterly bare and precipitous hills of porphyry, the grand and continuous wall-like dykes,—the plainly-divided strata which, where nearly vertical, formed the picturesque and wild central pinnacles, but where less inclined, composed the great massive mountains on the outskirts of the range,—and lastly, the smooth conical piles of fine and brightly coloured detritus, which sloped up at a high angle from the base of the mountains, sometimes to a height of more than 2000 feet.
20th.—As we went up the valley, the vegetation, apart from a few pretty alpine flowers, became really sparse, and hardly any animals, birds, or insects were visible. The tall mountains, with their peaks marked by a few patches of snow, stood clearly separated from each other, while the valleys were filled with a thick layer of layered sediment. The features of the Andes that stood out to me, compared to other mountain ranges I know, were—the flat edges that sometimes expanded into narrow plains on either side of the valleys—the bright colors, mainly red and purple, of the completely bare and steep porphyry hills—the impressive and continuous wall-like formations—the clearly defined layers that, where almost vertical, formed picturesque and wild central peaks, but where less sloped, made up the large, solid mountains on the edges of the range—and finally, the smooth cone-shaped piles of fine, brightly colored debris, which rose steeply from the base of the mountains, sometimes reaching heights of over 2000 feet.
I frequently observed, both in Tierra del Fuego and within the Andes, that where the rock was covered during the greater part of the year with snow, it was shivered in a very extraordinary manner into small angular fragments. Scoresby 151 has observed the same fact in Spitzbergen. The case appears to me rather obscure: for that part of the mountain which is protected by a mantle of snow, must be less subject to repeated and great changes of temperature than any other part. I have sometimes thought, that the earth and fragments of stone on the surface, were perhaps less effectually removed by slowly percolating snow-water 152 than by rain, and therefore that the appearance of a quicker disintegration of the solid rock under the snow, was deceptive. Whatever the cause may be, the quantity of crumbling stone on the Cordillera is very great. Occasionally in the spring, great masses of this detritus slide down the mountains, and cover the snow-drifts in the valleys, thus forming natural ice-houses. We rode over one, the height of which was far below the limit of perpetual snow.
I often noticed, both in Tierra del Fuego and the Andes, that where the rock was covered with snow for most of the year, it broke apart in a really unusual way into small angular pieces. Scoresby 151 has noticed the same thing in Spitzbergen. This seems a bit puzzling to me because the part of the mountain shielded by snow should be less affected by extreme temperature changes than other areas. Sometimes I’ve wondered if the earth and stone fragments on the surface are removed less effectively by slowly dripping snowmelt 152 than by rain, which could make the rock appear to break down faster under the snow when it really isn’t. Whatever the reason, there is a lot of crumbling stone in the Cordillera. Occasionally in the spring, large amounts of this debris slide down the mountains and cover the snowdrifts in the valleys, creating natural ice houses. We rode over one that was well below the line of perpetual snow.
As the evening drew to a close, we reached a singular basin-like plain, called the Valle del Yeso. It was covered by a little dry pasture, and we had the pleasant sight of a herd of cattle amidst the surrounding rocky deserts. The valley takes its name of Yeso from a great bed, I should think at least 2000 feet thick, of white, and in some parts quite pure, gypsum. We slept with a party of men, who were employed in loading mules with this substance, which is used in the manufacture of wine. We set out early in the morning (21st), and continued to follow the course of the river, which had become very small, till we arrived at the foot of the ridge, that separates the waters flowing into the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans. The road, which as yet had been good with a steady but very gradual ascent, now changed into a steep zigzag track up the great range, dividing the republics of Chile and Mendoza.
As the evening came to an end, we arrived at a unique, basin-like plain called Valle del Yeso. It was covered with a bit of dry pasture, and we had the nice view of a herd of cattle among the surrounding rocky deserts. The valley gets its name from a massive layer of white gypsum, which I would guess is at least 2000 feet thick, and in some areas quite pure. We spent the night with a group of men who were busy loading mules with this material used in winemaking. We set out early in the morning (21st) and continued following the course of the river, which had become very small, until we reached the base of the ridge that separates the waters flowing into the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans. The road, which had been good with a steady but very gradual ascent, then turned into a steep zigzag path up the major range dividing the countries of Chile and Mendoza.
I will here give a very brief sketch of the geology of the several parallel lines forming the Cordillera. Of these lines, there are two considerably higher than the others; namely, on the Chilian side, the Peuquenes ridge, which, where the road crosses it, is 13,210 feet above the sea; and the Portillo ridge, on the Mendoza side, which is 14,305 feet. The lower beds of the Peuquenes ridge, and of the several great lines to the westward of it, are composed of a vast pile, many thousand feet in thickness, of porphyries which have flowed as submarine lavas, alternating with angular and rounded fragments of the same rocks, thrown out of the submarine craters. These alternating masses are covered in the central parts, by a great thickness of red sandstone, conglomerate, and calcareous clay-slate, associated with, and passing into, prodigious beds of gypsum. In these upper beds shells are tolerably frequent; and they belong to about the period of the lower chalk of Europe. It is an old story, but not the less wonderful, to hear of shells which were once crawling on the bottom of the sea, now standing nearly 14,000 feet above its level. The lower beds in this great pile of strata, have been dislocated, baked, crystallized and almost blended together, through the agency of mountain masses of a peculiar white soda-granitic rock.
I will provide a brief overview of the geology of the various parallel lines that make up the Cordillera. Among these lines, two stand out as significantly higher than the rest: on the Chilean side, the Peuquenes ridge, which reaches an elevation of 13,210 feet where the road crosses it; and the Portillo ridge on the Mendoza side, which is 14,305 feet tall. The lower layers of the Peuquenes ridge, along with several major lines to the west, are made up of a massive stack, thousands of feet thick, of porphyries that flowed as underwater lava, alternating with angular and rounded fragments of the same rocks ejected from submarine craters. These alternating layers are covered in the central areas by a great thickness of red sandstone, conglomerate, and calcareous clay-slate, which are associated with and transition into enormous beds of gypsum. In these upper layers, shells can be found quite frequently, and they date back to approximately the period of the lower chalk of Europe. It's an old tale, but still fascinating, to learn about shells that once crawled on the seafloor now standing nearly 14,000 feet above sea level. The lower layers in this vast stack of strata have been dislocated, baked, crystallized, and nearly fused together due to the influence of mountain masses made of a unique white soda-granitic rock.
The other main line, namely, that of the Portillo, is of a totally different formation: it consists chiefly of grand bare pinnacles of a red potash-granite, which low down on the western flank are covered by a sandstone, converted by the former heat into a quartz-rock. On the quartz, there rest beds of a conglomerate several thousand feet in thickness, which have been upheaved by the red granite, and dip at an angle of 45 degs. towards the Peuquenes line. I was astonished to find that this conglomerate was partly composed of pebbles, derived from the rocks, with their fossil shells, of the Peuquenes range; and partly of red potash-granite, like that of the Portillo. Hence we must conclude, that both the Peuquenes and Portillo ranges were partially upheaved and exposed to wear and tear, when the conglomerate was forming; but as the beds of the conglomerate have been thrown off at an angle of 45 degs. by the red Portillo granite (with the underlying sandstone baked by it), we may feel sure, that the greater part of the injection and upheaval of the already partially formed Portillo line, took place after the accumulation of the conglomerate, and long after the elevation of the Peuquenes ridge. So that the Portillo, the loftiest line in this part of the Cordillera, is not so old as the less lofty line of the Peuquenes. Evidence derived from an inclined stream of lava at the eastern base of the Portillo, might be adduced to show, that it owes part of its great height to elevations of a still later date. Looking to its earliest origin, the red granite seems to have been injected on an ancient pre-existing line of white granite and mica-slate. In most parts, perhaps in all parts, of the Cordillera, it may be concluded that each line has been formed by repeated upheavals and injections; and that the several parallel lines are of different ages. Only thus can we gain time, at all sufficient to explain the truly astonishing amount of denudation, which these great, though comparatively with most other ranges recent, mountains have suffered.
The other main line, known as the Portillo, has a completely different structure. It primarily consists of impressive bare peaks made of red potash-granite, which, lower down on the western side, are covered by sandstone that has been transformed into quartz rock due to heat. On top of the quartz, there are layers of conglomerate rock that are several thousand feet thick, which have been pushed up by the red granite and tilt at a 45-degree angle towards the Peuquenes line. I was surprised to find that this conglomerate contains pebbles originating from the rocks and fossil shells of the Peuquenes range, as well as red potash-granite similar to that of the Portillo. This leads us to conclude that both the Peuquenes and Portillo ranges were partly uplifted and exposed to erosion while the conglomerate was forming. However, since the conglomerate layers were tilted at a 45-degree angle by the red Portillo granite (which baked the underlying sandstone), we can be confident that most of the injection and upheaval of the already partially formed Portillo range occurred after the conglomerate accumulated and long after the Peuquenes ridge had risen. Therefore, the Portillo, the tallest range in this area of the Cordillera, isn't as old as the shorter Peuquenes line. Evidence from an inclined lava flow at the eastern base of the Portillo suggests that its notable height is partly due to later elevations. Looking back at its origins, the red granite appears to have formed on top of an older line of white granite and mica-slate. In most, if not all, areas of the Cordillera, it's reasonable to conclude that each range has developed through repeated uplift and injection, and that the various parallel lines are of different ages. This is the only way we can account for the truly astonishing level of erosion that these relatively young mountains, compared to many others, have endured.
Finally, the shells in the Peuquenes or oldest ridge, prove, as before remarked, that it has been upraised 14,000 feet since a Secondary period, which in Europe we are accustomed to consider as far from ancient; but since these shells lived in a moderately deep sea, it can be shown that the area now occupied by the Cordillera, must have subsided several thousand feet—in northern Chile as much as 6000 feet—so as to have allowed that amount of submarine strata to have been heaped on the bed on which the shells lived. The proof is the same with that by which it was shown, that at a much later period, since the tertiary shells of Patagonia lived, there must have been there a subsidence of several hundred feet, as well as an ensuing elevation. Daily it is forced home on the mind of the geologist, that nothing, not even the wind that blows, is so unstable as the level of the crust of this earth.
Finally, the shells found in the Peuquenes, or the oldest mountain range, show, as previously mentioned, that it has risen by 14,000 feet since the Secondary period, which we in Europe usually don’t think of as very ancient. However, since these shells lived in a moderately deep sea, it can be demonstrated that the area currently occupied by the Andes must have sunk several thousand feet—up to 6,000 feet in northern Chile—allowing that much underwater sediment to accumulate on the seabed where the shells thrived. The evidence is similar to what was shown for a later period when the Tertiary shells of Patagonia existed, indicating there must have been a subsidence of several hundred feet, followed by a rise. Daily, geologists are increasingly aware that nothing—even the wind that blows—is as unstable as the surface of this planet.
I will make only one other geological remark: although the Portillo chain is here higher than the Peuquenes, the waters draining the intermediate valleys, have burst through it. The same fact, on a grander scale, has been remarked in the eastern and loftiest line of the Bolivian Cordillera, through which the rivers pass: analogous facts have also been observed in other quarters of the world. On the supposition of the subsequent and gradual elevation of the Portillo line, this can be understood; for a chain of islets would at first appear, and, as these were lifted up, the tides would be always wearing deeper and broader channels between them. At the present day, even in the most retired Sounds on the coast of Tierra del Fuego, the currents in the transverse breaks which connect the longitudinal channels, are very strong, so that in one transverse channel even a small vessel under sail was whirled round and round.
I will make one more geological observation: even though the Portillo mountain range is higher here than the Peuquenes, the waters from the valleys in between have flowed right through it. The same phenomenon, on a larger scale, is seen in the eastern and highest part of the Bolivian Cordillera, where rivers also go through. Similar occurrences have been noted in other parts of the world. If we assume that the Portillo range gradually rose over time, this makes sense; at first, it would have formed a chain of islets, and as these were pushed up, the tides would continuously carve deeper and wider channels between them. Nowadays, even in the most secluded Sounds along the coast of Tierra del Fuego, the currents in the cross-channels that connect the long channels are very strong, to the point that in one of the cross-channels, a small sailing vessel was spun around and around.
About noon we began the tedious ascent of the Peuquenes ridge, and then for the first time experienced some little difficulty in our respiration. The mules would halt every fifty yards, and after resting for a few seconds the poor willing animals started of their own accord again. The short breathing from the rarefied atmosphere is called by the Chilenos "puna;" and they have most ridiculous notions concerning its origin. Some say "all the waters here have puna;" others that "where there is snow there is puna;"—and this no doubt is true. The only sensation I experienced was a slight tightness across the head and chest, like that felt on leaving a warm room and running quickly in frosty weather. There was some imagination even in this; for upon finding fossil shells on the highest ridge, I entirely forgot the puna in my delight. Certainly the exertion of walking was extremely great, and the respiration became deep and laborious: I am told that in Potosi (about 13,000 feet above the sea) strangers do not become thoroughly accustomed to the atmosphere for an entire year. The inhabitants all recommend onions for the puna; as this vegetable has sometimes been given in Europe for pectoral complaints, it may possibly be of real service:—for my part I found nothing so good as the fossil shells!
Around noon, we started the long climb up the Peuquenes ridge, and for the first time, we faced some difficulty with our breathing. The mules would stop every fifty yards, and after resting for a few seconds, the willing animals would set off on their own again. The shortness of breath from the thin air is called "puna" by the Chileans, who have some pretty strange ideas about where it comes from. Some say "all the waters here have puna;" others claim "where there is snow, there is puna;"—and this is probably true. The only feeling I had was a slight tightness across my head and chest, similar to what you feel when leaving a warm room and running quickly into the cold. There was a bit of imagination in this, too; when I found fossil shells on the highest ridge, I completely forgot about the puna in my excitement. The effort of walking was definitely intense, and my breathing became deep and labored: I’ve been told that in Potosi (about 13,000 feet above sea level), it takes newcomers a whole year to fully adjust to the atmosphere. The locals all recommend onions for the puna; since this vegetable has sometimes been used in Europe for respiratory issues, it might actually help:—as for me, I found nothing better than the fossil shells!
When about half-way up we met a large party with seventy loaded mules. It was interesting to hear the wild cries of the muleteers, and to watch the long descending string of the animals; they appeared so diminutive, there being nothing but the black mountains with which they could be compared. When near the summit, the wind, as generally happens, was impetuous and extremely cold. On each side of the ridge, we had to pass over broad bands of perpetual snow, which were now soon to be covered by a fresh layer. When we reached the crest and looked backwards, a glorious view was presented. The atmosphere resplendently clear; the sky an intense blue; the profound valleys; the wild broken forms: the heaps of ruins, piled up during the lapse of ages; the bright-coloured rocks, contrasted with the quiet mountains of snow, all these together produced a scene no one could have imagined. Neither plant nor bird, excepting a few condors wheeling around the higher pinnacles, distracted my attention from the inanimate mass. I felt glad that I was alone: it was like watching a thunderstorm, or hearing in full orchestra a chorus of the Messiah.
When we were about halfway up, we encountered a large group with seventy loaded mules. It was fascinating to hear the wild shouts of the mule drivers and to watch the long line of animals coming down; they looked so small, especially next to the towering black mountains. Near the top, the wind, as is often the case, was fierce and really cold. On either side of the ridge, we had to cross wide stretches of permanent snow, which were soon to be blanketed with a fresh layer. When we reached the summit and looked back, an incredible view unfolded before us. The air was perfectly clear; the sky was a deep blue; the vast valleys; the rugged, jagged shapes; the piles of ruins accumulated over the ages; the brightly colored rocks contrasted with the silent snow-covered mountains—all of this created a scene that was beyond anyone's imagination. There were no plants or birds in sight, except for a few condors soaring around the higher peaks, which kept my attention focused on the lifeless landscape. I was glad to be alone; it felt like watching a thunderstorm or listening to a full orchestra perform a chorus from the Messiah.
On several patches of the snow I found the Protococcus nivalis, or red snow, so well known from the accounts of Arctic navigators. My attention was called to it, by observing the footsteps of the mules stained a pale red, as if their hoofs had been slightly bloody. I at first thought that it was owing to dust blown from the surrounding mountains of red porphyry; for from the magnifying power of the crystals of snow, the groups of these microscopical plants appeared like coarse particles. The snow was coloured only where it had thawed very rapidly, or had been accidentally crushed. A little rubbed on paper gave it a faint rose tinge mingled with a little brick-red. I afterwards scraped some off the paper, and found that it consisted of groups of little spheres in colourless cases, each of the thousandth part of an inch in diameter.
On several patches of snow, I found Protococcus nivalis, or red snow, which is well-known from accounts of Arctic explorers. I noticed it because the mules' footprints were stained a pale red, as if their hooves were slightly bloody. At first, I thought the color came from dust blown in from the surrounding red porphyry mountains; when viewed under a magnifying lens, the clusters of these microscopic plants looked like coarse particles. The snow was only colored where it had melted quickly or had been accidentally crushed. A little rubbed on paper gave a faint rose tint mixed with a bit of brick-red. I later scraped some off the paper and discovered it was made up of clusters of tiny spheres in colorless cases, each about a thousandth of an inch in diameter.
The wind on the crest of the Peuquenes, as just remarked, is generally impetuous and very cold: it is said 153 to blow steadily from the westward or Pacific side. As the observations have been chiefly made in summer, this wind must be an upper and return current. The Peak of Teneriffe, with a less elevation, and situated in lat. 28 degs., in like manner falls within an upper return stream. At first it appears rather surprising, that the trade-wind along the northern parts of Chile and on the coast of Peru, should blow in so very southerly a direction as it does; but when we reflect that the Cordillera, running in a north and south line, intercepts, like a great wall, the entire depth of the lower atmospheric current, we can easily see that the trade-wind must be drawn northward, following the line of mountains, towards the equatorial regions, and thus lose part of that easterly movement which it otherwise would have gained from the earth's rotation. At Mendoza, on the eastern foot of the Andes, the climate is said to be subject to long calms, and to frequent though false appearances of gathering rain-storms: we may imagine that the wind, which coming from the eastward is thus banked up by the line of mountains, would become stagnant and irregular in its movements.
The wind at the top of the Peuquenes, as mentioned earlier, is usually strong and very cold: it's said to blow steadily from the west or the Pacific side. Since the observations were mainly made in summer, this wind must be an upper return current. The Peak of Teneriffe, which is lower in elevation and located at latitude 28 degrees, also falls within an upper return stream. At first, it's a bit surprising that the trade wind along the northern parts of Chile and on the coast of Peru blows so far south; however, when we consider that the Cordillera runs north to south, acting like a massive wall that blocks the lower atmospheric current, it becomes clear that the trade wind gets drawn northward along the line of mountains toward the equatorial regions, losing some of the easterly movement it would typically gain from the Earth's rotation. In Mendoza, on the eastern slope of the Andes, the climate is said to experience long periods of calm and frequent but deceptive signs of approaching rainstorms: we can imagine that the wind blowing in from the east, blocked by the mountains, becomes stagnant and erratic in its movement.
Having crossed the Peuquenes, we descended into a mountainous country, intermediate between the two main ranges, and then took up our quarters for the night. We were now in the republic of Mendoza. The elevation was probably not under 11,000 feet, and the vegetation in consequence exceedingly scanty. The root of a small scrubby plant served as fuel, but it made a miserable fire, and the wind was piercingly cold. Being quite tired with my days work, I made up my bed as quickly as I could, and went to sleep. About midnight I observed the sky became suddenly clouded: I awakened the arriero to know if there was any danger of bad weather; but he said that without thunder and lightning there was no risk of a heavy snow-storm. The peril is imminent, and the difficulty of subsequent escape great, to any one overtaken by bad weather between the two ranges. A certain cave offers the only place of refuge: Mr. Caldcleugh, who crossed on this same day of the month, was detained there for some time by a heavy fall of snow. Casuchas, or houses of refuge, have not been built in this pass as in that of Uspallata, and, therefore, during the autumn, the Portillo is little frequented. I may here remark that within the main Cordillera rain never falls, for during the summer the sky is cloudless, and in winter snow-storms alone occur.
Having crossed the Peuquenes, we made our way down into a mountainous area between the two main ranges, and then set up camp for the night. We were now in the Mendoza province. The altitude was likely around 11,000 feet, so the vegetation was very sparse. We used the roots of a small scraggly plant for fuel, but it barely made a fire, and the wind was biting cold. Absolutely exhausted from the day's work, I quickly made my bed and went to sleep. Around midnight, I noticed the sky suddenly clouding over: I woke the arriero to see if there was any danger of bad weather, but he said that without thunder and lightning, there was no risk of a heavy snowstorm. The danger is real, and getting away after bad weather hits between the two ranges is tough. There’s only one cave that offers shelter: Mr. Caldcleugh, who crossed on the same day of the month, had to stay there for a while due to a heavy snowfall. Casuchas, or shelters, haven't been built in this pass like they have in Uspallata, which is why the Portillo sees little traffic during autumn. I should mention that within the main Cordillera, it never rains; during the summer, the sky is clear, and in winter, it only snows.
At the place where we slept water necessarily boiled, from the diminished pressure of the atmosphere, at a lower temperature than it does in a less lofty country; the case being the converse of that of a Papin's digester. Hence the potatoes, after remaining for some hours in the boiling water, were nearly as hard as ever. The pot was left on the fire all night, and next morning it was boiled again, but yet the potatoes were not cooked. I found out this, by overhearing my two companions discussing the cause, they had come to the simple conclusion, "that the cursed pot [15which was a new one] did not choose to boil potatoes."
At the place where we slept, water boiled at a lower temperature due to the decreased atmospheric pressure, unlike in lower areas; this is the opposite of how a pressure cooker works. As a result, the potatoes, after being in the boiling water for several hours, were still nearly as hard as before. The pot was left on the fire all night and boiled again the next morning, but the potatoes still weren't cooked. I discovered this by overhearing my two companions talking about it, and they simply concluded, "that cursed pot [which was a new one] just wouldn’t cook the potatoes."
March 22nd.—After eating our potatoless breakfast, we travelled across the intermediate tract to the foot of the Portillo range. In the middle of summer cattle are brought up here to graze; but they had now all been removed: even the greater number of the Guanacos had decamped, knowing well that if overtaken here by a snow-storm, they would be caught in a trap. We had a fine view of a mass of mountains called Tupungato, the whole clothed with unbroken snow, in the midst of which there was a blue patch, no doubt a glacier;—a circumstance of rare occurrence in these mountains. Now commenced a heavy and long climb, similar to that of the Peuquenes. Bold conical hills of red granite rose on each hand; in the valleys there were several broad fields of perpetual snow. These frozen masses, during the process of thawing, had in some parts been converted into pinnacles or columns, 154 which, as they were high and close together, made it difficult for the cargo mules to pass. On one of these columns of ice, a frozen horse was sticking as on a pedestal, but with its hind legs straight up in the air. The animal, I suppose, must have fallen with its head downward into a hole, when the snow was continuous, and afterwards the surrounding parts must have been removed by the thaw.
March 22nd.—After our breakfast without potatoes, we traveled across the open land to the base of the Portillo range. In the middle of summer, cattle come up here to graze, but they had all been moved away; even most of the Guanacos had left, knowing that if they were caught here in a snowstorm, it would be a trap. We had a great view of a mountain mass called Tupungato, completely covered in unbroken snow, with a blue patch that was probably a glacier—something rare in these mountains. We started a steep and long ascent, much like the one at Peuquenes. Bold conical hills of red granite rose on either side; in the valleys, there were several wide fields of permanent snow. As these frozen masses thawed, some areas had formed into pinnacles or columns, 154 and because they were tall and closely spaced, it was tough for the cargo mules to get through. On one of these ice columns, a frozen horse was stuck like a statue, its hind legs pointing straight up in the air. I guess the animal must have fallen headfirst into a hole when the snow was continuous, and later, the surrounding snow must have melted away.
When nearly on the crest of the Portillo, we were enveloped in a falling cloud of minute frozen spicula. This was very unfortunate, as it continued the whole day, and quite intercepted our view. The pass takes its name of Portillo, from a narrow cleft or doorway on the highest ridge, through which the road passes. From this point, on a clear day, those vast plains which uninterruptedly extend to the Atlantic Ocean can be seen. We descended to the upper limit of vegetation, and found good quarters for the night under the shelter of some large fragments of rock. We met here some passengers, who made anxious inquiries about the state of the road. Shortly after it was dark the clouds suddenly cleared away, and the effect was quite magical. The great mountains, bright with the full moon, seemed impending over us on all sides, as over a deep crevice: one morning, very early, I witnessed the same striking effect. As soon as the clouds were dispersed it froze severely; but as there was no wind, we slept very comfortably.
When we were almost at the top of the Portillo, we got caught in a cloud of tiny frozen particles. This was unfortunate because it lasted all day and completely blocked our view. The pass is named Portillo because of a narrow gap or doorway at the highest ridge where the road goes through. From this spot, on a clear day, you can see the vast plains stretching all the way to the Atlantic Ocean. We went down to the upper limit of vegetation and found a good place to spend the night under some large rock formations. We encountered some travelers who were worried about the condition of the road. Shortly after it got dark, the clouds suddenly cleared, and the sight was magical. The massive mountains, illuminated by the full moon, looked like they were looming over us from all sides, as if above a deep chasm. One early morning, I saw the same stunning sight. Once the clouds cleared, it got really cold, but since there was no wind, we slept quite comfortably.
The increased brilliancy of the moon and stars at this elevation, owing to the perfect transparency of the atmosphere, was very remarkable. Travelers having observed the difficulty of judging heights and distances amidst lofty mountains, have generally attributed it to the absence of objects of comparison. It appears to me, that it is fully as much owing to the transparency of the air confounding objects at different distances, and likewise partly to the novelty of an unusual degree of fatigue arising from a little exertion,—habit being thus opposed to the evidence of the senses. I am sure that this extreme clearness of the air gives a peculiar character to the landscape, all objects appearing to be brought nearly into one plane, as in a drawing or panorama. The transparency is, I presume, owing to the equable and high state of atmospheric dryness. This dryness was shown by the manner in which woodwork shrank (as I soon found by the trouble my geological hammer gave me); by articles of food, such as bread and sugar, becoming extremely hard; and by the preservation of the skin and parts of the flesh of the beasts, which had perished on the road. To the same cause we must attribute the singular facility with which electricity is excited. My flannel waistcoat, when rubbed in the dark, appeared as if it had been washed with phosphorus,—every hair on a dog's back crackled;—even the linen sheets, and leathern straps of the saddle, when handled, emitted sparks.
The increased brightness of the moon and stars at this altitude, due to the perfect clarity of the atmosphere, was quite striking. Travelers have noted the challenge of judging heights and distances in tall mountains and often blame it on the lack of objects for comparison. However, I think it has just as much to do with the clarity of the air blurring objects at varying distances, along with a certain degree of novel fatigue from a bit of exertion—our habits can sometimes skew our perception. I'm convinced that this extreme clarity of the air gives a unique character to the landscape, with everything seeming almost to flatten out into one plane, like in a drawing or panorama. This clarity, I assume, is due to the stable and high level of atmospheric dryness. The dryness was evident in how wood shrank (as I quickly realized from the trouble my geological hammer caused me); in how food items like bread and sugar became extremely hard; and in the preservation of the skin and meat of the animals that had died on the road. We can also credit this same cause for the unusual ease with which electricity is generated. My flannel vest, when rubbed in the dark, looked as if it had been treated with phosphorus—every hair on a dog’s back crackled; even the linen sheets and leather straps of the saddle sparked when touched.
March 23rd.—The descent on the eastern side of the Cordillera is much shorter or steeper than on the Pacific side; in other words, the mountains rise more abruptly from the plains than from the alpine country of Chile. A level and brilliantly white sea of clouds was stretched out beneath our feet, shutting out the view of the equally level Pampas. We soon entered the band of clouds, and did not again emerge from it that day. About noon, finding pasture for the animals and bushes for firewood at Los Arenales, we stopped for the night. This was near the uppermost limit of bushes, and the elevation, I suppose, was between seven and eight thousand feet.
March 23rd.—The drop on the eastern side of the Cordillera is much shorter or steeper than on the Pacific side; in other words, the mountains rise more sharply from the plains than from the alpine region of Chile. A flat, brilliantly white sea of clouds lay stretched out below us, blocking the view of the equally flat Pampas. We quickly entered the cloud band and didn’t come out of it for the rest of the day. Around noon, we found grazing for the animals and bushes for firewood at Los Arenales, so we decided to stop for the night. This was close to the highest point where bushes grow, and the elevation was probably between seven and eight thousand feet.
I was much struck with the marked difference between the vegetation of these eastern valleys and those on the Chilian side: yet the climate, as well as the kind of soil, is nearly the same, and the difference of longitude very trifling. The same remark holds good with the quadrupeds, and in a lesser degree with the birds and insects. I may instance the mice, of which I obtained thirteen species on the shores of the Atlantic, and five on the Pacific, and not one of them is identical. We must except all those species, which habitually or occasionally frequent elevated mountains; and certain birds, which range as far south as the Strait of Magellan. This fact is in perfect accordance with the geological history of the Andes; for these mountains have existed as a great barrier since the present races of animals have appeared; and therefore, unless we suppose the same species to have been created in two different places, we ought not to expect any closer similarity between the organic beings on the opposite sides of the Andes than on the opposite shores of the ocean. In both cases, we must leave out of the question those kinds which have been able to cross the barrier, whether of solid rock or salt-water. 155
I was really struck by the clear difference between the plant life in these eastern valleys and that on the Chilean side. Yet, the climate and soil type are nearly the same, and the difference in longitude is very small. The same observation applies to mammals, and to a lesser extent, to birds and insects. For example, I found thirteen species of mice on the Atlantic coast and five on the Pacific coast, and none of them are the same. We should exclude those species that regularly or occasionally live in high mountains, along with certain birds that can be found as far south as the Strait of Magellan. This is completely in line with the geological history of the Andes; these mountains have acted as a significant barrier since the current species of animals appeared. Therefore, unless we assume that the same species were created in two different places, we shouldn't expect any closer similarity between the living organisms on opposite sides of the Andes than on opposite shores of the ocean. In both cases, we need to disregard those species that have managed to cross the barrier, whether it's solid rock or salt water. 155
A great number of the plants and animals were absolutely the same as, or most closely allied to, those of Patagonia. We here have the agouti, bizcacha, three species of armadillo, the ostrich, certain kinds of partridges and other birds, none of which are ever seen in Chile, but are the characteristic animals of the desert plains of Patagonia. We have likewise many of the same (to the eyes of a person who is not a botanist) thorny stunted bushes, withered grass, and dwarf plants. Even the black slowly crawling beetles are closely similar, and some, I believe, on rigorous examination, absolutely identical. It had always been to me a subject of regret, that we were unavoidably compelled to give up the ascent of the S. Cruz river before reaching the mountains: I always had a latent hope of meeting with some great change in the features of the country; but I now feel sure, that it would only have been following the plains of Patagonia up a mountainous ascent.
A lot of the plants and animals were exactly the same as, or very closely related to, those in Patagonia. Here we have the agouti, bizcacha, three types of armadillo, the ostrich, certain kinds of partridges, and other birds, which you never see in Chile, but are typical of the desert plains of Patagonia. We also have many of the same thorny, stunted bushes, withered grass, and small plants (at least to someone who isn’t a botanist). Even the black, slowly crawling beetles are very similar, and some, I believe, upon closer inspection, are actually identical. I've always regretted that we had to give up our journey up the S. Cruz river before reaching the mountains. I always hoped that there would be some significant change in the landscape, but now I’m sure it would have just led us along the plains of Patagonia up into the mountains.
March 24th.—Early in the morning I climbed up a mountain on one side of the valley, and enjoyed a far extended view over the Pampas. This was a spectacle to which I had always looked forward with interest, but I was disappointed: at the first glance it much resembled a distant view of the ocean, but in the northern parts many irregularities were soon distinguishable. The most striking feature consisted in the rivers, which, facing the rising sun, glittered like silver threads, till lost in the immensity of the distance. At midday we descended the valley, and reached a hovel, where an officer and three soldiers were posted to examine passports. One of these men was a thoroughbred Pampas Indian: he was kept much for the same purpose as a bloodhound, to track out any person who might pass by secretly, either on foot or horseback. Some years ago, a passenger endeavoured to escape detection, by making a long circuit over a neighbouring mountain; but this Indian, having by chance crossed his track, followed it for the whole day over dry and very stony hills, till at last he came on his prey hidden in a gully. We here heard that the silvery clouds, which we had admired from the bright region above, had poured down torrents of rain. The valley from this point gradually opened, and the hills became mere water-worn hillocks compared to the giants behind: it then expanded into a gently sloping plain of shingle, covered with low trees and bushes. This talus, although appearing narrow, must be nearly ten miles wide before it blends into the apparently dead level Pampas. We passed the only house in this neighbourhood, the Estancia of Chaquaio: and at sunset we pulled up in the first snug corner, and there bivouacked.
March 24th.—Early in the morning, I climbed a mountain on one side of the valley and enjoyed a wide view over the Pampas. I had always looked forward to this moment, but I was disappointed: at first glance, it resembled a distant view of the ocean, but soon I spotted many irregularities in the northern parts. The most striking feature was the rivers, which, facing the rising sun, glimmered like silver threads until they disappeared into the vast distance. At noon, we came down into the valley and reached a small hut where an officer and three soldiers were checking passports. One of the men was a purebred Pampas Indian; he was there mainly to track down anyone trying to pass by secretly, whether on foot or horseback. A few years back, a passenger tried to avoid detection by going on a long detour over a nearby mountain, but this Indian happened to cross his path and followed it all day over dry, rocky hills until he found his target hiding in a gully. We learned that the silvery clouds we admired from above had poured down heavy rain. From this point, the valley gradually opened up, and the hills looked like water-worn mounds compared to the giants behind them; it then spread into a gently sloping plain of gravel, covered with low trees and bushes. This slope, though it seemed narrow, must be nearly ten miles wide before it merges into the seemingly flat Pampas. We passed the only house in the area, the Estancia of Chaquaio, and at sunset, we stopped in the first cozy spot we found and camped there.
March 25th.—I was reminded of the Pampas of Buenos Ayres, by seeing the disk of the rising sun, intersected by an horizon level as that of the ocean. During the night a heavy dew fell, a circumstance which we did not experience within the Cordillera. The road proceeded for some distance due east across a low swamp; then meeting the dry plain, it turned to the north towards Mendoza. The distance is two very long days' journey. Our first day's journey was called fourteen leagues to Estacado, and the second seventeen to Luxan, near Mendoza. The whole distance is over a level desert plain, with not more than two or three houses. The sun was exceedingly powerful, and the ride devoid of all interest. There is very little water in this "traversia," and in our second day's journey we found only one little pool. Little water flows from the mountains, and it soon becomes absorbed by the dry and porous soil; so that, although we travelled at the distance of only ten or fifteen miles from the outer range of the Cordillera, we did not cross a single stream. In many parts the ground was incrusted with a saline efflorescence; hence we had the same salt-loving plants which are common near Bahia Blanca. The landscape has a uniform character from the Strait of Magellan, along the whole eastern coast of Patagonia, to the Rio Colorado; and it appears that the same kind of country extends inland from this river, in a sweeping line as far as San Luis and perhaps even further north. To the eastward of this curved line lies the basin of the comparatively damp and green plains of Buenos Ayres. The sterile plains of Mendoza and Patagonia consist of a bed of shingle, worn smooth and accumulated by the waves of the sea while the Pampas, covered by thistles, clover, and grass, have been formed by the ancient estuary mud of the Plata.
March 25th.—The rising sun reminded me of the Pampas of Buenos Aires, with its disk intersected by a horizon as flat as the ocean. A heavy dew fell during the night, something we didn’t experience in the Cordillera. The road went east for a while across a low swamp; then it turned north toward Mendoza after reaching the dry plain. The journey covers two very long days. Our first day’s trek was about fourteen leagues to Estacado, and the second was seventeen to Luxan, near Mendoza. The entire distance is across a flat desert plain with no more than two or three houses. The sun was extremely intense, and the ride was completely uninteresting. There’s very little water in this area, and on our second day, we found only one small pool. Little water flows from the mountains, and it quickly seeps into the dry, porous soil; so even though we traveled only ten or fifteen miles from the outer range of the Cordillera, we didn’t cross a single stream. In many places, the ground was crusted with salt, which is why we encountered the same salt-loving plants common near Bahia Blanca. The landscape is uniformly characterized from the Strait of Magellan, along the entire eastern coast of Patagonia, to the Rio Colorado; and this type of terrain seems to extend inland from that river, sweeping all the way to San Luis and possibly even further north. East of this curved line is the basin of the relatively damp and green plains of Buenos Aires. The barren plains of Mendoza and Patagonia are made up of smooth pebbles worn down and piled up by the sea, while the Pampas, filled with thistles, clover, and grass, were created from the ancient estuary mud of the Plata.
After our two days' tedious journey, it was refreshing to see in the distance the rows of poplars and willows growing round the village and river of Luxan. Shortly before we arrived at this place, we observed to the south a ragged cloud of dark reddish-brown colour. At first we thought that it was smoke from some great fire on the plains; but we soon found that it was a swarm of locusts. They were flying northward; and with the aid of a light breeze, they overtook us at a rate of ten or fifteen miles an hour. The main body filled the air from a height of twenty feet, to that, as it appeared, of two or three thousand above the ground; "and the sound of their wings was as the sound of chariots of many horses running to battle:" or rather, I should say, like a strong breeze passing through the rigging of a ship. The sky, seen through the advanced guard, appeared like a mezzotinto engraving, but the main body was impervious to sight; they were not, however, so thick together, but that they could escape a stick waved backwards and forwards. When they alighted, they were more numerous than the leaves in the field, and the surface became reddish instead of being green: the swarm having once alighted, the individuals flew from side to side in all directions. Locusts are not an uncommon pest in this country: already during the season, several smaller swarms had come up from the south, where, as apparently in all other parts of the world, they are bred in the deserts. The poor cottagers in vain attempted by lighting fires, by shouts, and by waving branches to avert the attack. This species of locust closely resembles, and perhaps is identical with, the famous Gryllus migratorius of the East.
After our two-day tedious journey, it was refreshing to see in the distance the rows of poplars and willows around the village and river of Luxan. Just before we reached this place, we noticed to the south a ragged cloud of dark reddish-brown color. At first, we thought it was smoke from a large fire on the plains, but we soon realized it was a swarm of locusts. They were flying northward, and with a light breeze, they caught up to us at a speed of ten or fifteen miles an hour. The main body filled the air from about twenty feet high to what appeared to be two or three thousand feet above the ground; "and the sound of their wings was like the sound of chariots of many horses running to battle:" or rather, I should say, like a strong breeze passing through the rigging of a ship. The sky, seen through the advance guard, looked like a mezzotinto engraving, but the main swarm was impossible to see through; however, they weren't so thick together that a stick waved back and forth couldn't reach them. When they settled, they were more numerous than the leaves in the field, and the ground turned reddish instead of green. Once the swarm landed, the individuals flew back and forth in all directions. Locusts aren't an uncommon pest in this country: earlier this season, several smaller swarms had come up from the south, where, as in many other parts of the world, they breed in the deserts. The poor cottagers tried in vain to fend off the attack by lighting fires, shouting, and waving branches. This type of locust closely resembles, and may even be identical to, the famous Gryllus migratorius from the East.
We crossed the Luxan, which is a river of considerable size, though its course towards the sea-coast is very imperfectly known: it is even doubtful whether, in passing over the plains, it is not evaporated and lost. We slept in the village of Luxan, which is a small place surrounded by gardens, and forms the most southern cultivated district in the Province of Mendoza; it is five leagues south of the capital. At night I experienced an attack (for it deserves no less a name) of the Benchuca, a species of Reduvius, the great black bug of the Pampas. It is most disgusting to feel soft wingless insects, about an inch long, crawling over one's body. Before sucking they are quite thin, but afterwards they become round and bloated with blood, and in this state are easily crushed. One which I caught at Iquique, (for they are found in Chile and Peru,) was very empty. When placed on a table, and though surrounded by people, if a finger was presented, the bold insect would immediately protrude its sucker, make a charge, and if allowed, draw blood. No pain was caused by the wound. It was curious to watch its body during the act of sucking, as in less than ten minutes it changed from being as flat as a wafer to a globular form. This one feast, for which the benchuca was indebted to one of the officers, kept it fat during four whole months; but, after the first fortnight, it was quite ready to have another suck.
We crossed the Luxan, which is a pretty large river, though not much is known about its path to the coast. There’s even a chance that it evaporates and disappears while flowing over the plains. We stayed overnight in the village of Luxan, a small place surrounded by gardens, and the most southern cultivated area in the Province of Mendoza; it’s five leagues south of the capital. At night, I had an unpleasant encounter with the Benchuca, a type of Reduvius, known as the big black bug of the Pampas. It's incredibly gross to feel these soft, wingless insects, about an inch long, crawling on your body. Before feeding, they’re pretty flat, but afterwards, they swell up and get bloated with blood, making them easy to squash. One that I caught in Iquique (they can also be found in Chile and Peru) was empty. When put on a table, even with people around, if a finger was offered, the bold insect would immediately extend its mouthpart, make a move, and if allowed, draw blood. The bite didn’t hurt. It was interesting to watch its body while it was feeding, as in less than ten minutes, it transformed from being as flat as a wafer to a round shape. This one meal, provided by one of the officers, kept it well-fed for four whole months, but after the first two weeks, it was already eager for another meal.
March 27th.—We rode on to Mendoza. The country was beautifully cultivated, and resembled Chile. This neighbourhood is celebrated for its fruit; and certainly nothing could appear more flourishing than the vineyards and the orchards of figs, peaches, and olives. We bought water-melons nearly twice as large as a man's head, most deliciously cool and well-flavoured, for a halfpenny apiece; and for the value of threepence, half a wheelbarrowful of peaches. The cultivated and enclosed part of this province is very small; there is little more than that which we passed through between Luxan and the capital. The land, as in Chile, owes its fertility entirely to artificial irrigation; and it is really wonderful to observe how extraordinarily productive a barren traversia is thus rendered.
March 27th.—We rode on to Mendoza. The countryside was beautifully cultivated and reminded us of Chile. This area is known for its fruit, and nothing looked more vibrant than the vineyards and the orchards of figs, peaches, and olives. We bought watermelons nearly twice the size of a man's head, refreshingly cool and flavorful, for just half a penny each; and for the cost of threepence, we got half a wheelbarrow full of peaches. The cultivated and enclosed area of this province is quite small; there’s not much more than what we passed through between Luxan and the capital. Like in Chile, the land owes its fertility entirely to artificial irrigation, and it’s really amazing to see how incredibly productive a barren area can become through this method.
We stayed the ensuing day in Mendoza. The prosperity of the place has much declined of late years. The inhabitants say "it is good to live in, but very bad to grow rich in." The lower orders have the lounging, reckless manners of the Gauchos of the Pampas; and their dress, riding-gear, and habits of life, are nearly the same. To my mind the town had a stupid, forlorn aspect. Neither the boasted alameda, nor the scenery, is at all comparable with that of Santiago; but to those who, coming from Buenos Ayres, have just crossed the unvaried Pampas, the gardens and orchards must appear delightful. Sir F. Head, speaking of the inhabitants, says, "They eat their dinners, and it is so very hot, they go to sleep—and could they do better?" I quite agree with Sir F. Head: the happy doom of the Mendozinos is to eat, sleep and be idle.
We spent the next day in Mendoza. The town has declined a lot in recent years. The locals say, "It’s great to live here, but hard to get rich." The lower class has the laid-back, carefree attitude of the Gauchos from the Pampas; their clothing, riding gear, and lifestyle are almost the same. To me, the town seemed dull and deserted. Neither the famous alameda nor the scenery can compare to Santiago's, but for those coming from Buenos Aires after crossing the endless Pampas, the gardens and orchards must look amazing. Sir F. Head mentions the locals, saying, "They have their dinners, and it’s so hot they nap—and can you blame them?" I completely agree with Sir F. Head: the happy life of the Mendozinos is to eat, sleep, and do nothing.
March 29th.—We set out on our return to Chile, by the Uspallata pass situated north of Mendoza. We had to cross a long and most sterile traversia of fifteen leagues. The soil in parts was absolutely bare, in others covered by numberless dwarf cacti, armed with formidable spines, and called by the inhabitants "little lions." There were, also, a few low bushes. Although the plain is nearly three thousand feet above the sea, the sun was very powerful; and the heat as well as the clouds of impalpable dust, rendered the travelling extremely irksome. Our course during the day lay nearly parallel to the Cordillera, but gradually approaching them. Before sunset we entered one of the wide valleys, or rather bays, which open on the plain: this soon narrowed into a ravine, where a little higher up the house of Villa Vicencio is situated. As we had ridden all day without a drop of water, both our mules and selves were very thirsty, and we looked out anxiously for the stream which flows down this valley. It was curious to observe how gradually the water made its appearance: on the plain the course was quite dry; by degrees it became a little damper; then puddles of water appeared; these soon became connected; and at Villa Vicencio there was a nice little rivulet.
March 29th.—We started our journey back to Chile, taking the Uspallata pass located north of Mendoza. We had to cross a long and barren stretch of fifteen leagues. In some places, the soil was completely bare, while in others, it was dotted with countless dwarf cacti, which the locals call "little lions" because of their fierce spines. There were also a few low bushes. Even though the plain is nearly three thousand feet above sea level, the sun was really strong, and the heat, along with the clouds of fine dust, made traveling very uncomfortable. Our route for the day ran almost parallel to the mountains, gradually getting closer to them. Before sunset, we entered a wide valley, or more like a bay, that opens onto the plain; this soon narrowed into a ravine, where the Villa Vicencio house is located a little higher up. Since we had been riding all day without a drop of water, both our mules and we were very thirsty, and we looked eagerly for the stream that runs down this valley. It was interesting to see how the water gradually appeared: on the plain, the path was completely dry; gradually it became a bit wetter
30th.—The solitary hovel which bears the imposing name of Villa Vicencio, has been mentioned by every traveller who has crossed the Andes. I stayed here and at some neighbouring mines during the two succeeding days. The geology of the surrounding country is very curious. The Uspallata range is separated from the main Cordillera by a long narrow plain or basin, like those so often mentioned in Chile, but higher, being six thousand feet above the sea. This range has nearly the same geographical position with respect to the Cordillera, which the gigantic Portillo line has, but it is of a totally different origin: it consists of various kinds of submarine lava, alternating with volcanic sandstones and other remarkable sedimentary deposits; the whole having a very close resemblance to some of the tertiary beds on the shores of the Pacific. From this resemblance I expected to find silicified wood, which is generally characteristic of those formations. I was gratified in a very extraordinary manner. In the central part of the range, at an elevation of about seven thousand feet, I observed on a bare slope some snow-white projecting columns. These were petrified trees, eleven being silicified, and from thirty to forty converted into coarsely-crystallized white calcareous spar. They were abruptly broken off, the upright stumps projecting a few feet above the ground. The trunks measured from three to five feet each in circumference. They stood a little way apart from each other, but the whole formed one group. Mr. Robert Brown has been kind enough to examine the wood: he says it belongs to the fir tribe, partaking of the character of the Araucarian family, but with some curious points of affinity with the yew. The volcanic sandstone in which the trees were embedded, and from the lower part of which they must have sprung, had accumulated in successive thin layers around their trunks; and the stone yet retained the impression of the bark.
30th.—The lonely hut that goes by the grand name of Villa Vicencio has been mentioned by every traveler who has crossed the Andes. I stayed here and at some nearby mines for the next two days. The geology of the area is quite fascinating. The Uspallata range is separated from the main Cordillera by a long, narrow plain or basin, similar to those often described in Chile, but at a higher elevation, about six thousand feet above sea level. This range has a similar geographical position to that of the massive Portillo line in relation to the Cordillera, but it has a completely different origin: it consists of various types of submarine lava, mixed with volcanic sandstones and other interesting sedimentary deposits; all of which closely resemble some of the tertiary layers found along the Pacific coast. Because of this resemblance, I expected to find silicified wood, which is typically associated with those formations. I was pleased to discover it in a remarkable way. In the central part of the range, at an elevation of about seven thousand feet, I noticed some snow-white columns protruding from a bare slope. These were petrified trees, eleven of which were silicified, with about thirty to forty converted into coarsely-crystallized white calcareous spar. They were abruptly broken off, with the stumps sticking up a few feet above the ground. The trunks measured three to five feet in circumference each. They stood a little apart from each other, but together they formed one group. Mr. Robert Brown has kindly examined the wood: he states it belongs to the fir family, sharing traits with the Araucarian family, but with some interesting connections to the yew. The volcanic sandstone surrounding the trees and from which they must have grown accumulated in thin layers around their trunks; the stone still retained the impression of the bark.
It required little geological practice to interpret the marvellous story which this scene at once unfolded; though I confess I was at first so much astonished that I could scarcely believe the plainest evidence. I saw the spot where a cluster of fine trees once waved their branches on the shores of the Atlantic, when that ocean (now driven back 700 miles) came to the foot of the Andes. I saw that they had sprung from a volcanic soil which had been raised above the level of the sea, and that subsequently this dry land, with its upright trees, had been let down into the depths of the ocean. In these depths, the formerly dry land was covered by sedimentary beds, and these again by enormous streams of submarine lava—one such mass attaining the thickness of a thousand feet; and these deluges of molten stone and aqueous deposits five times alternately had been spread out. The ocean which received such thick masses, must have been profoundly deep; but again the subterranean forces exerted themselves, and I now beheld the bed of that ocean, forming a chain of mountains more than seven thousand feet in height. Nor had those antagonistic forces been dormant, which are always at work wearing down the surface of the land; the great piles of strata had been intersected by many wide valleys, and the trees now changed into silex, were exposed projecting from the volcanic soil, now changed into rock, whence formerly, in a green and budding state, they had raised their lofty heads. Now, all is utterly irreclaimable and desert; even the lichen cannot adhere to the stony casts of former trees. Vast, and scarcely comprehensible as such changes must ever appear, yet they have all occurred within a period, recent when compared with the history of the Cordillera; and the Cordillera itself is absolutely modern as compared with many of the fossiliferous strata of Europe and America.
It took little geological knowledge to understand the amazing story that this scene revealed; although I admit I was initially so astonished that I could hardly believe the obvious evidence. I saw the place where a cluster of beautiful trees once swayed their branches on the shores of the Atlantic, when that ocean (now pushed back 700 miles) reached the foot of the Andes. I discovered that they had grown from volcanic soil that had risen above sea level, and that later this dry land, with its standing trees, was submerged into the ocean's depths. In these depths, the former land was covered by layers of sediment, and then by massive flows of underwater lava—one such flow reaching a thickness of a thousand feet; these torrents of molten rock and water deposits were spread out alternately five times. The ocean that received such thick layers must have been incredibly deep; but then the underground forces acted again, and I now saw the ocean floor transforming into a mountain range over seven thousand feet high. And those opposing forces that continuously erode the land were not inactive; the great layers of rock had been cut through by many wide valleys, and the trees, now turned to flint, were jutting out from the volcanic soil, now turned to rock, from which they had once proudly lifted their green heads. Now, everything is completely unrecognizable and barren; even lichen cannot cling to the rocky remnants of the former trees. Vast and hard to fathom as these changes may always seem, they have all happened within a timespan that is relatively recent compared to the history of the Cordillera; and the Cordillera itself is quite modern when compared to many of the fossil-rich layers found in Europe and America.
April 1st.—We crossed the Upsallata range, and at night slept at the custom-house—the only inhabited spot on the plain. Shortly before leaving the mountains, there was a very extraordinary view; red, purple, green, and quite white sedimentary rocks, alternating with black lavas, were broken up and thrown into all kinds of disorder by masses of porphyry of every shade of colour, from dark brown to the brightest lilac. It was the first view I ever saw, which really resembled those pretty sections which geologists make of the inside of the earth.
April 1st.—We crossed the Upsallata range and spent the night at the custom-house—the only inhabited spot on the plain. Just before we left the mountains, there was an incredible view; red, purple, green, and white sedimentary rocks mixed with black lavas were scattered in all sorts of chaos by masses of porphyry in every color from dark brown to bright lilac. It was the first time I had ever seen a view that truly looked like those beautiful sections geologists create of the earth’s interior.
The next day we crossed the plain, and followed the course of the same great mountain stream which flows by Luxan. Here it was a furious torrent, quite impassable, and appeared larger than in the low country, as was the case with the rivulet of Villa Vicencio. On the evening of the succeeding day, we reached the Rio de las Vacas, which is considered the worst stream in the Cordillera to cross. As all these rivers have a rapid and short course, and are formed by the melting of the snow, the hour of the day makes a considerable difference in their volume. In the evening the stream is muddy and full, but about daybreak it becomes clearer, and much less impetuous. This we found to be the case with the Rio Vacas, and in the morning we crossed it with little difficulty.
The next day, we crossed the plain and followed the path of the same major mountain stream that flows by Luxan. Here, it was a raging torrent, completely unpassable, and seemed larger than in the lowlands, similar to the stream at Villa Vicencio. By the evening of the following day, we arrived at the Rio de las Vacas, which is known as the most difficult stream to cross in the Cordillera. Since all these rivers have a fast and short course and are fed by melting snow, the time of day significantly affects their volume. In the evening, the stream is muddy and full, but around dawn, it becomes clearer and much less forceful. We found this to be true with the Rio Vacas, and in the morning, we crossed it with little trouble.
The scenery thus far was very uninteresting, compared with that of the Portillo pass. Little can be seen beyond the bare walls of the one grand flat-bottomed valley, which the road follows up to the highest crest. The valley and the huge rocky mountains are extremely barren: during the two previous nights the poor mules had absolutely nothing to eat, for excepting a few low resinous bushes, scarcely a plant can be seen. In the course of this day we crossed some of the worst passes in the Cordillera, but their danger has been much exaggerated. I was told that if I attempted to pass on foot, my head would turn giddy, and that there was no room to dismount; but I did not see a place where any one might not have walked over backwards, or got off his mule on either side. One of the bad passes, called las Animas (the souls), I had crossed, and did not find out till a day afterwards, that it was one of the awful dangers. No doubt there are many parts in which, if the mule should stumble, the rider would be hurled down a great precipice; but of this there is little chance. I dare say, in the spring, the "laderas," or roads, which each year are formed anew across the piles of fallen detritus, are very bad; but from what I saw, I suspect the real danger is nothing. With cargo-mules the case is rather different, for the loads project so far, that the animals, occasionally running against each other, or against a point of rock, lose their balance, and are thrown down the precipices. In crossing the rivers I can well believe that the difficulty may be very great: at this season there was little trouble, but in the summer they must be very hazardous. I can quite imagine, as Sir F. Head describes, the different expressions of those who have passed the gulf, and those who are passing. I never heard of any man being drowned, but with loaded mules it frequently happens. The arriero tells you to show your mule the best line, and then allow her to cross as she likes: the cargo-mule takes a bad line, and is often lost.
The scenery so far has been really dull compared to the Portillo pass. You can barely see anything beyond the bare walls of the one big flat valley the road follows up to the highest point. The valley and the massive rocky mountains are extremely barren: during the last two nights, the poor mules had absolutely nothing to eat, as there are hardly any plants except for a few low resinous bushes. Today, we crossed some of the toughest passes in the Cordillera, but their danger has been blown out of proportion. I was told that if I tried to walk across, I would get dizzy and that there was no room to get off my mule; but I didn’t see any place where anyone couldn’t have walked backward or gotten off on either side. One of the tricky passes, called las Animas (the souls), I crossed, and I didn’t find out until the next day that it was supposed to be extremely dangerous. There’s no doubt that in some areas, if a mule stumbles, the rider could be thrown down a steep slope, but the chance of that happening seems low. I imagine that in spring, the "laderas," or roads, which are formed anew each year over the piles of fallen debris, can be really bad; but from what I saw, I suspect the actual danger is minimal. For cargo-mules, the situation is quite different because their loads stick out so far that when the animals bump into each other or a rock, they can lose their balance and fall off the cliffs. Crossing the rivers can be very tricky, though at this time of year it’s not too troublesome, but in the summer, it must be quite dangerous. I can definitely picture, as Sir F. Head describes, the different expressions on the faces of those who have crossed the gulf and those who are crossing. I’ve never heard of anyone drowning, but it happens frequently with loaded mules. The arriero tells you to show your mule the best way and then let her cross however she wants; the cargo-mule tends to choose a bad route and often ends up lost.
April 4th.—From the Rio de las Vacas to the Puente del Incas, half a day's journey. As there was pasture for the mules, and geology for me, we bivouacked here for the night. When one hears of a natural Bridge, one pictures to one's self some deep and narrow ravine, across which a bold mass of rock has fallen; or a great arch hollowed out like the vault of a cavern. Instead of this, the Incas Bridge consists of a crust of stratified shingle cemented together by the deposits of the neighbouring hot springs. It appears, as if the stream had scooped out a channel on one side, leaving an overhanging ledge, which was met by earth and stones falling down from the opposite cliff. Certainly an oblique junction, as would happen in such a case, was very distinct on one side. The Bridge of the Incas is by no means worthy of the great monarchs whose name it bears.
April 4th.—From the Rio de las Vacas to the Puente del Incas, it's about half a day's journey. Since there was grazing for the mules and plenty of geological interest for me, we decided to camp here for the night. When you hear about a natural bridge, you might imagine a deep, narrow canyon with a massive rock that has collapsed across it, or a large arch shaped like a cave's ceiling. Instead, the Incas Bridge is made up of a layer of stratified gravel that's been glued together by the minerals from nearby hot springs. It looks like the stream carved out a channel on one side, leaving an overhanging ledge that was formed by soil and stones falling from the opposite cliff. There’s definitely a noticeable angled connection on one side, just as you would expect in this scenario. The Bridge of the Incas doesn’t quite live up to the grandeur of the great kings it’s named after.
5th.—We had a long day's ride across the central ridge, from the Incas Bridge to the Ojos del Agua, which are situated near the lowest casucha on the Chilian side. These casuchas are round little towers, with steps outside to reach the floor, which is raised some feet above the ground on account of the snow-drifts. They are eight in number, and under the Spanish government were kept during the winter well stored with food and charcoal, and each courier had a master-key. Now they only answer the purpose of caves, or rather dungeons. Seated on some little eminence, they are not, however, ill suited to the surrounding scene of desolation. The zigzag ascent of the Cumbre, or the partition of the waters, was very steep and tedious; its height, according to Mr. Pentland, is 12,454 feet. The road did not pass over any perpetual snow, although there were patches of it on both hands. The wind on the summit was exceedingly cold, but it was impossible not to stop for a few minutes to admire, again and again, the colour of the heavens, and the brilliant transparency of the atmosphere. The scenery was grand: to the westward there was a fine chaos of mountains, divided by profound ravines. Some snow generally falls before this period of the season, and it has even happened that the Cordillera have been finally closed by this time. But we were most fortunate. The sky, by night and by day, was cloudless, excepting a few round little masses of vapour, that floated over the highest pinnacles. I have often seen these islets in the sky, marking the position of the Cordillera, when the far-distant mountains have been hidden beneath the horizon.
5th.—We had a long day of riding across the central ridge, from the Incas Bridge to the Ojos del Agua, which are located near the lowest casucha on the Chilean side. These casuchas are small round towers with steps outside to reach the floor, which is raised a few feet above the ground due to the snow drifts. There are eight of them, and under the Spanish government, they were well stocked with food and charcoal during the winter, with each courier having a master key. Now, they serve more like caves, or rather dungeons. Sitting on a small rise, they aren’t badly suited to the desolate surroundings. The zigzag climb of the Cumbre, or the watershed, was very steep and tiring; its height, according to Mr. Pentland, is 12,454 feet. The road didn’t go over any permanent snow, although there were patches of it on both sides. The wind at the summit was extremely cold, but it was impossible not to stop for a few minutes to admire, again and again, the color of the sky and the bright transparency of the atmosphere. The scenery was stunning: to the west, there was a beautiful chaos of mountains divided by deep ravines. Some snow usually falls before this time of year, and it has happened that the Cordillera has been finally closed by this point. But we were very lucky. The sky was cloudless both day and night, except for a few small puffs of vapor that floated above the highest peaks. I have often seen these little clouds in the sky, indicating the position of the Cordillera when the distant mountains were hidden below the horizon.
April 6th.—In the morning we found some thief had stolen one of our mules, and the bell of the madrina. We therefore rode only two or three miles down the valley, and stayed there the ensuing day in hopes of recovering the mule, which the arriero thought had been hidden in some ravine. The scenery in this part had assumed a Chilian character: the lower sides of the mountains, dotted over with the pale evergreen Quillay tree, and with the great chandelier-like cactus, are certainly more to be admired than the bare eastern valleys; but I cannot quite agree with the admiration expressed by some travellers. The extreme pleasure, I suspect, is chiefly owing to the prospect of a good fire and of a good supper, after escaping from the cold regions above: and I am sure I most heartily participated in these feelings.
April 6th.—In the morning, we discovered that a thief had stolen one of our mules and the bell of the madrina. So, we only traveled two or three miles down the valley and stayed there the next day, hoping to find the mule, which the arriero believed was hidden in some ravine. The scenery in this area had taken on a Chilean vibe: the lower slopes of the mountains, scattered with the pale evergreen Quillay trees and the large chandelier-like cacti, are definitely more impressive than the bare eastern valleys; however, I can't fully share the excitement expressed by some travelers. The immense pleasure, I suspect, mainly comes from the thought of a warm fire and a satisfying meal after escaping the cold up above: and I know I definitely felt the same way.
8th.—We left the valley of the Aconcagua, by which we had descended, and reached in the evening a cottage near the Villa del St. Rosa. The fertility of the plain was delightful: the autumn being advanced, the leaves of many of the fruit-trees were falling; and of the labourers,—some were busy in drying figs and peaches on the roofs of their cottages, while others were gathering the grapes from the vineyards. It was a pretty scene; but I missed that pensive stillness which makes the autumn in England indeed the evening of the year. On the 10th we reached Santiago, where I received a very kind and hospitable reception from Mr. Caldcleugh. My excursion only cost me twenty-four days, and never did I more deeply enjoy an equal space of time. A few days afterwards I returned to Mr. Corfield's house at Valparaiso.
8th.—We left the valley of Aconcagua, where we had come down, and arrived in the evening at a cottage near Villa del St. Rosa. The richness of the plain was lovely: with autumn well underway, many leaves from the fruit trees were falling; some laborers were busy drying figs and peaches on their cottage roofs, while others were picking grapes from the vineyards. It was a beautiful scene; however, I missed the reflective stillness that makes autumn in England truly the evening of the year. On the 10th, we arrived in Santiago, where I received a warm and welcoming reception from Mr. Caldcleugh. My trip only took twenty-four days, and I’ve never enjoyed a span of time more deeply. A few days later, I returned to Mr. Corfield's house in Valparaiso.
CHAPTER XVI — NORTHERN CHILE AND PERU
Coast-road to Coquimbo—Great Loads carried by the Miners—Coquimbo—Earthquake—Step-formed Terrace—Absence of recent Deposits—Contemporaneousness of the Tertiary Formations—Excursion up the Valley—Road to Guasco—Deserts—Valley of Copiapo—Rain and Earthquakes—Hydrophobia—The Despoblado—Indian Ruins—Probable Change of Climate—River-bed arched by an Earthquake—Cold Gales of Wind—Noises from a Hill—Iquique—Salt Alluvium—Nitrate of Soda—Lima—Unhealthy Country—Ruins of Callao, overthrown by an Earthquake—Recent Subsidence—Elevated Shells on San Lorenzo, their decomposition—Plain with embedded Shells and fragments of Pottery—Antiquity of the Indian Race.
Coast road to Coquimbo—Heavy loads carried by the miners—Coquimbo—Earthquake—Steps cut into the terrace—Lack of recent deposits—Simultaneity of Tertiary formations—Trip up the valley—Road to Guasco—Deserts—Valley of Copiapó—Rain and earthquakes—Hydrophobia—The Despoblado—Indian ruins—Possible climate change—Riverbed raised by an earthquake—Cold wind gusts—Sounds from a hill—Iquique—Salt deposits—Nitrate of soda—Lima—Unhealthy area—Ruins of Callao, destroyed by an earthquake—Recent sinking—Raised shells on San Lorenzo, their decay—Plain with embedded shells and pieces of pottery—Ancient Indian civilization.
APRIL 27th.—I set out on a journey to Coquimbo, and thence through Guasco to Copiapo, where Captain Fitz Roy kindly offered to pick me up in the Beagle. The distance in a straight line along the shore northward is only 420 miles; but my mode of travelling made it a very long journey. I bought four horses and two mules, the latter carrying the luggage on alternate days. The six animals together only cost the value of twenty-five pounds sterling, and at Copiapo I sold them again for twenty-three. We travelled in the same independent manner as before, cooking our own meals, and sleeping in the open air. As we rode towards the Vino del Mar, I took a farewell view of Valparaiso, and admired its picturesque appearance. For geological purposes I made a detour from the high road to the foot of the Bell of Quillota. We passed through an alluvial district rich in gold, to the neighbourhood of Limache, where we slept. Washing for gold supports the inhabitants of numerous hovels, scattered along the sides of each little rivulet; but, like all those whose gains are uncertain, they are unthrifty in all their habits, and consequently poor.
APRIL 27th.—I started a journey to Coquimbo, and then through Guasco to Copiapo, where Captain Fitz Roy kindly offered to pick me up on the Beagle. The distance in a straight line along the shore to the north is only 420 miles, but my way of traveling made it a very long trip. I bought four horses and two mules, the latter carrying the luggage on alternate days. The six animals together only cost about twenty-five pounds sterling, and at Copiapo, I sold them again for twenty-three. We traveled in the same independent way as before, cooking our own meals and sleeping outdoors. As we rode towards Vino del Mar, I took one last look at Valparaiso and admired its picturesque view. For geological reasons, I took a detour from the main road to the foot of the Bell of Quillota. We passed through an alluvial area rich in gold, heading towards Limache, where we stayed the night. Gold washing supports the residents of various hovels scattered along the sides of each little stream; however, like all those who depend on uncertain income, they tend to be wasteful in their habits and, as a result, poor.
28th.—In the afternoon we arrived at a cottage at the foot of the Bell mountain. The inhabitants were freeholders, which is not very usual in Chile. They supported themselves on the produce of a garden and a little field, but were very poor. Capital is here so deficient, that the people are obliged to sell their green corn while standing in the field, in order to buy necessaries for the ensuing year. Wheat in consequence was dearer in the very district of its production than at Valparaiso, where the contractors live. The next day we joined the main road to Coquimbo. At night there was a very light shower of rain: this was the first drop that had fallen since the heavy rain of September 11th and 12th, which detained me a prisoner at the Baths of Cauquenes. The interval was seven and a half months; but the rain this year in Chile was rather later than usual. The distant Andes were now covered by a thick mass of snow, and were a glorious sight.
28th.—In the afternoon, we arrived at a cottage at the base of Bell mountain. The people living there were landowners, which is quite rare in Chile. They relied on their garden and a small field for survival, but they were very poor. Capital is so scarce here that people often have to sell their corn while it's still in the field just to buy essentials for the upcoming year. As a result, wheat was more expensive in the area where it was grown than in Valparaiso, where the traders are. The next day, we joined the main road to Coquimbo. That night, there was a light shower of rain; it was the first drop since the heavy rain on September 11th and 12th, which had kept me stuck at the Baths of Cauquenes. The gap was seven and a half months, but this year, the rain in Chile came later than usual. The distant Andes were now blanketed in a thick layer of snow, and they looked stunning.
May 2nd.—The road continued to follow the coast, at no great distance from the sea. The few trees and bushes which are common in central Chile decreased rapidly in numbers, and were replaced by a tall plant, something like a yucca in appearance. The surface of the country, on a small scale, was singularly broken and irregular; abrupt little peaks of rock rising out of small plains or basins. The indented coast and the bottom of the neighbouring sea, studded with breakers, would, if converted into dry land, present similar forms; and such a conversion without doubt has taken place in the part over which we rode.
May 2nd.—The road kept following the coast, not far from the sea. The few trees and bushes typical of central Chile quickly thinned out and were replaced by a tall plant that looked a bit like a yucca. The landscape was unusually uneven and irregular; small rocky peaks jutted up from little plains or basins. The rugged coastline and the nearby sea, dotted with crashing waves, would look similar if they were turned into dry land; and this transformation has definitely happened in the area we traveled through.
3rd.—Quilimari to Conchalee. The country became more and more barren. In the valleys there was scarcely sufficient water for any irrigation; and the intermediate land was quite bare, not supporting even goats. In the spring, after the winter showers, a thin pasture rapidly springs up, and cattle are then driven down from the Cordillera to graze for a short time. It is curious to observe how the seeds of the grass and other plants seem to accommodate themselves, as if by an acquired habit, to the quantity of rain which falls upon different parts of this coast. One shower far northward at Copiapo produces as great an effect on the vegetation, as two at Guasco, and three or four in this district. At Valparaiso a winter so dry as greatly to injure the pasture, would at Guasco produce the most unusual abundance. Proceeding northward, the quantity of rain does not appear to decrease in strict proportion to the latitude. At Conchalee, which is only 67 miles north of Valparaiso, rain is not expected till the end of May; whereas at Valparaiso some generally falls early in April: the annual quantity is likewise small in proportion to the lateness of the season at which it commences.
3rd.—Quilimari to Conchalee. The landscape became increasingly barren. In the valleys, there was barely enough water for any irrigation, and the surrounding land was completely bare, unable to support even goats. In the spring, after the winter rains, a sparse pasture quickly emerges, and cattle are brought down from the mountains to graze for a short time. It's interesting to see how the seeds of grass and other plants seem to adapt, almost as if they've learned, to the amount of rain that falls across different areas of this coast. One rainstorm far to the north at Copiapo has as much impact on the vegetation as two at Guasco, and three or four in this region. In Valparaiso, a winter so dry that it severely harms the pasture would cause an unusual abundance at Guasco. As you head north, the amount of rain doesn’t seem to decrease in direct correlation to the latitude. At Conchalee, which is only 67 miles north of Valparaiso, rain isn’t expected until the end of May; meanwhile, Valparaiso usually sees some rainfall in early April. The total annual rainfall is also quite low compared to how late in the season it starts.
4th.—Finding the coast-road devoid of interest of any kind, we turned inland towards the mining district and valley of Illapel. This valley, like every other in Chile, is level, broad, and very fertile: it is bordered on each side, either by cliffs of stratified shingle, or by bare rocky mountains. Above the straight line of the uppermost irrigating ditch, all is brown as on a high road; while all below is of as bright a green as verdigris, from the beds of alfalfa, a kind of clover. We proceeded to Los Hornos, another mining district, where the principal hill was drilled with holes, like a great ants'-nest. The Chilian miners are a peculiar race of men in their habits. Living for weeks together in the most desolate spots, when they descend to the villages on feast-days, there is no excess of extravagance into which they do not run. They sometimes gain a considerable sum, and then, like sailors with prize-money, they try how soon they can contrive to squander it. They drink excessively, buy quantities of clothes, and in a few days return penniless to their miserable abodes, there to work harder than beasts of burden. This thoughtlessness, as with sailors, is evidently the result of a similar manner of life. Their daily food is found them, and they acquire no habits of carefulness: moreover, temptation and the means of yielding to it are placed in their power at the same time. On the other hand, in Cornwall, and some other parts of England, where the system of selling part of the vein is followed, the miners, from being obliged to act and think for themselves, are a singularly intelligent and well-conducted set of men.
4th.—Since the coastal road was boring and offered nothing of interest, we headed inland towards the mining area and valley of Illapel. This valley, like every other in Chile, is flat, wide, and very fertile. It's flanked on either side by cliffs of layered gravel or bare rocky mountains. Above the straight line of the highest irrigation ditch, everything is brown like a main road, while below, it’s as bright green as verdigris, thanks to the alfalfa fields, a type of clover. We moved on to Los Hornos, another mining area, where the main hill was drilled with holes, resembling a giant ant nest. Chilean miners have unique habits. They often live for weeks in the most desolate areas, and when they come down to the villages for feast days, they indulge in every kind of extravagance. They sometimes earn a significant amount of money, and similar to sailors with prize money, they quickly find ways to blow it all. They drink heavily, buy loads of clothes, and in just a few days return broke to their miserable homes, where they work harder than pack animals. This carefree attitude, like that of sailors, clearly stems from a similar lifestyle. Their daily meals are provided, and they don’t develop habits of saving. Additionally, temptation and opportunities to give in to it are readily available. In contrast, in Cornwall and other parts of England where miners can sell part of their claim, they tend to be much more intelligent and responsible because they have to think and act for themselves.
The dress of the Chilian miner is peculiar and rather picturesque He wears a very long shirt of some dark-coloured baize, with a leathern apron; the whole being fastened round his waist by a bright-coloured sash. His trousers are very broad, and his small cap of scarlet cloth is made to fit the head closely. We met a party of these miners in full costume, carrying the body of one of their companions to be buried. They marched at a very quick trot, four men supporting the corpse. One set having run as hard as they could for about two hundred yards, were relieved by four others, who had previously dashed on ahead on horseback. Thus they proceeded, encouraging each other by wild cries: altogether the scene formed a most strange funeral.
The outfit of the Chilean miner is unique and quite striking. He wears a long shirt made of dark-colored fabric, along with a leather apron, all secured around his waist with a bright sash. His pants are very baggy, and he sports a snug red cap. We encountered a group of these miners in full attire, carrying the body of one of their friends for burial. They moved at a brisk pace, with four men supporting the corpse. After running hard for about two hundred yards, they were relieved by four others who had rushed ahead on horseback. They continued this way, cheering each other on with loud shouts. Altogether, the scene created a very unusual funeral.
We continued travelling northward, in a zigzag line; sometimes stopping a day to geologize. The country was so thinly inhabited, and the track so obscure, that we often had difficulty in finding our way. On the 12th I stayed at some mines. The ore in this case was not considered particularly good, but from being abundant it was supposed the mine would sell for about thirty or forty thousand dollars (that is, 6000 or 8000 pounds sterling); yet it had been bought by one of the English Associations for an ounce of gold (3l. 8s.). The ore is yellow pyrites, which, as I have already remarked, before the arrival of the English, was not supposed to contain a particle of copper. On a scale of profits nearly as great as in the above instance, piles of cinders, abounding with minute globules of metallic copper, were purchased; yet with these advantages, the mining associations, as is well known, contrived to lose immense sums of money. The folly of the greater number of the commissioners and shareholders amounted to infatuation;—a thousand pounds per annum given in some cases to entertain the Chilian authorities; libraries of well-bound geological books; miners brought out for particular metals, as tin, which are not found in Chile; contracts to supply the miners with milk, in parts where there are no cows; machinery, where it could not possibly be used; and a hundred similar arrangements, bore witness to our absurdity, and to this day afford amusement to the natives. Yet there can be no doubt, that the same capital well employed in these mines would have yielded an immense return, a confidential man of business, a practical miner and assayer, would have been all that was required.
We kept traveling north in a zigzag pattern, sometimes stopping for a day to study the geology. The area was sparsely populated, and the paths were so unclear that we often struggled to find our way. On the 12th, I stayed at some mines. The ore here wasn't seen as particularly good, but because it was plentiful, the mine was expected to sell for about thirty or forty thousand dollars (which is 6,000 or 8,000 pounds sterling); however, it had been purchased by one of the English Associations for just an ounce of gold (3l. 8s.). The ore was yellow pyrites, which, as I mentioned before, was thought to contain no copper before the English arrived. In another example with similar profit potential, piles of cinders filled with tiny blobs of metallic copper were bought; yet despite these advantages, the mining associations, as you might know, still managed to lose massive amounts of money. The foolishness of most of the commissioners and shareholders was astonishing—some even spent a thousand pounds a year entertaining the Chilean authorities, purchased libraries of fancy geological books, brought miners over for specific metals like tin that aren’t found in Chile, arranged contracts to provide milk in areas with no cows, bought machinery that couldn't possibly be used, and made a hundred other ridiculous decisions that showed our absurdity and continue to amuse the locals to this day. Still, there's no doubt that if the same capital had been properly utilized in these mines, it would have generated a huge return; all that was really needed was a trustworthy business person, a skilled miner, and an assayer.
Captain Head has described the wonderful load which the "Apires," truly beasts of burden, carry up from the deepest mines. I confess I thought the account exaggerated: so that I was glad to take an opportunity of weighing one of the loads, which I picked out by hazard. It required considerable exertion on my part, when standing directly over it, to lift it from the ground. The load was considered under weight when found to be 197 pounds. The apire had carried this up eighty perpendicular yards,—part of the way by a steep passage, but the greater part up notched poles, placed in a zigzag line up the shaft. According to the general regulation, the apire is not allowed to halt for breath, except the mine is six hundred feet deep. The average load is considered as rather more than 200 pounds, and I have been assured that one of 300 pounds (twenty-two stone and a half) by way of a trial has been brought up from the deepest mine! At this time the apires were bringing up the usual load twelve times in the day; that is 2400 pounds from eighty yards deep; and they were employed in the intervals in breaking and picking ore.
Captain Head has described the incredible loads that the "Apires," real workhorses, carry up from the deepest mines. I have to admit I thought the account was exaggerated, so I welcomed the chance to weigh one of the loads I randomly selected. It took quite a bit of effort on my part to lift it off the ground while standing directly over it. The load was considered light when it weighed 197 pounds. The apire had carried this up eighty vertical yards — part of the way through a steep passage, but mostly up notched poles arranged in a zigzag pattern up the shaft. According to the usual rules, the apire isn't allowed to stop for a breather unless the mine is six hundred feet deep. The average load is considered to be slightly over 200 pounds, and I've been told that a trial load of 300 pounds (twenty-two and a half stone) has been brought up from the deepest mine! At that time, the apires were hauling the usual load twelve times a day; that's 2400 pounds from eighty yards deep, and they were also busy breaking and picking ore during breaks.
These men, excepting from accidents, are healthy, and appear cheerful. Their bodies are not very muscular. They rarely eat meat once a week, and never oftener, and then only the hard dry charqui. Although with a knowledge that the labour was voluntary, it was nevertheless quite revolting to see the state in which they reached the mouth of the mine; their bodies bent forward, leaning with their arms on the steps, their legs bowed, their muscles quivering, the perspiration streaming from their faces over their breasts, their nostrils distended, the corners of their mouth forcibly drawn back, and the expulsion of their breath most laborious. Each time they draw their breath, they utter an articulate cry of "ay-ay," which ends in a sound rising from deep in the chest, but shrill like the note of a fife. After staggering to the pile of ore, they emptied the "carpacho;" in two or three seconds recovering their breath, they wiped the sweat from their brows, and apparently quite fresh descended the mine again at a quick pace. This appears to me a wonderful instance of the amount of labour which habit, for it can be nothing else, will enable a man to endure.
These men, aside from any accidents, are healthy and seem happy. Their bodies aren’t very muscular. They rarely eat meat more than once a week, and when they do, it’s only the tough, dry jerky. Even knowing that the work is voluntary, it’s still pretty shocking to see how they arrive at the entrance of the mine; their bodies leaned forward, arms resting on the steps, legs bent, muscles trembling, sweat pouring down their faces and chests, nostrils flared, mouths pulled tight, and breathing heavily. Each time they inhale, they let out a sharp cry of “ay-ay,” which ends with a high-pitched sound from deep in their chests, similar to a fife. After struggling to the pile of ore, they unload the "carpacho;" in just a couple of seconds, they catch their breath, wipe the sweat from their foreheads, and seemingly refreshed, head back down into the mine at a quick pace. To me, this is an incredible example of how much work a person can handle through sheer habit.
In the evening, talking with the mayor-domo of these mines about the number of foreigners now scattered over the whole country, he told me that, though quite a young man, he remembers when he was a boy at school at Coquimbo, a holiday being given to see the captain of an English ship, who was brought to the city to speak to the governor. He believes that nothing would have induced any boy in the school, himself included, to have gone close to the Englishman; so deeply had they been impressed with an idea of the heresy, contamination, and evil to be derived from contact with such a person. To this day they relate the atrocious actions of the bucaniers; and especially of one man, who took away the figure of the Virgin Mary, and returned the year after for that of St. Joseph, saying it was a pity the lady should not have a husband. I heard also of an old lady who, at a dinner at Coquimbo, remarked how wonderfully strange it was that she should have lived to dine in the same room with an Englishman; for she remembered as a girl, that twice, at the mere cry of "Los Ingleses," every soul, carrying what valuables they could, had taken to the mountains.
In the evening, while chatting with the mayor-domo of these mines about the number of foreigners now spread all over the country, he told me that, although he was quite young, he remembers when he was a boy in school at Coquimbo and a holiday was given to see the captain of an English ship, who was brought to the city to speak to the governor. He believes that nothing could have persuaded any boy in the school, himself included, to go near the Englishman; they were all so strongly influenced by the idea of heresy, contamination, and the evil that could come from being in contact with someone like him. To this day, they still recount the horrific deeds of the buccaneers, especially one man who took the figure of the Virgin Mary and returned the next year for that of St. Joseph, claiming it was a shame the lady didn’t have a husband. I also heard about an old lady who, at a dinner in Coquimbo, commented on how incredibly strange it was that she had lived to dine in the same room with an Englishman; for she remembered, as a girl, that when someone shouted "Los Ingleses," everyone would grab what valuables they could and flee to the mountains.
14th.—We reached Coquimbo, where we stayed a few days. The town is remarkable for nothing but its extreme quietness. It is said to contain from 6000 to 8000 inhabitants. On the morning of the 17th it rained lightly, the first time this year, for about five hours. The farmers, who plant corn near the sea-coast where the atmosphere is most humid, taking advantage of this shower, would break up the ground; after a second they would put the seed in; and if a third shower should fall, they would reap a good harvest in the spring. It was interesting to watch the effect of this trifling amount of moisture. Twelve hours afterwards the ground appeared as dry as ever; yet after an interval of ten days, all the hills were faintly tinged with green patches; the grass being sparingly scattered in hair-like fibres a full inch in length. Before this shower every part of the surface was bare as on a high road.
14th.—We arrived in Coquimbo, where we stayed for a few days. The town is notable for its extreme quietness. It is said to have about 6,000 to 8,000 residents. On the morning of the 17th, it rained lightly for about five hours, the first time this year. The farmers, who grow corn near the coast where the air is most humid, took advantage of this shower to break up the soil; after a second shower, they would plant the seeds, and if a third shower came, they would have a good harvest in the spring. It was interesting to see the effects of this small amount of moisture. Twelve hours later, the ground seemed just as dry as before; yet after ten days, all the hills were faintly dusted with green patches, the grass appearing in sparse, hair-like fibers about an inch long. Before this shower, every part of the surface was as bare as a roadway.
In the evening, Captain Fitz Roy and myself were dining with Mr. Edwards, an English resident well known for his hospitality by all who have visited Coquimbo, when a sharp earthquake happened. I heard the forecoming rumble, but from the screams of the ladies, the running of the servants, and the rush of several of the gentlemen to the doorway, I could not distinguish the motion. Some of the women afterwards were crying with terror, and one gentleman said he should not be able to sleep all night, or if he did, it would only be to dream of falling houses. The father of this person had lately lost all his property at Talcahuano, and he himself had only just escaped a falling roof at Valparaiso, in 1822. He mentioned a curious coincidence which then happened: he was playing at cards, when a German, one of the party, got up, and said he would never sit in a room in these countries with the door shut, as owing to his having done so, he had nearly lost his life at Copiapo. Accordingly he opened the door; and no sooner had he done this, than he cried out, "Here it comes again!" and the famous shock commenced. The whole party escaped. The danger in an earthquake is not from the time lost in opening the door, but from the chance of its becoming jammed by the movement of the walls.
In the evening, Captain Fitz Roy and I were having dinner with Mr. Edwards, an English resident well-known for his hospitality among everyone who has visited Coquimbo, when a sharp earthquake struck. I heard the rumbling noise coming, but with the screams of the ladies, the rushing of the servants, and the hurried movement of several gentlemen toward the doorway, I couldn’t make sense of the shaking. Some of the women were crying in fear afterward, and one gentleman said he wouldn’t be able to sleep all night, or if he did, he would only dream of collapsing buildings. This man’s father had recently lost all his property in Talcahuano, and he himself had narrowly escaped a falling roof in Valparaiso in 1822. He mentioned an interesting coincidence that occurred: he was playing cards when a German member of the group got up and said he would never sit in a room with the door closed in these countries, as he had nearly lost his life at Copiapo because of it. He then opened the door, and no sooner had he done so than he shouted, "Here it comes again!" and the famous shock began. The whole group managed to get out safely. The danger in an earthquake doesn’t come from the time wasted in opening the door, but from the possibility of it getting jammed due to the movement of the walls.
It is impossible to be much surprised at the fear which natives and old residents, though some of them known to be men of great command of mind, so generally experience during earthquakes. I think, however, this excess of panic may be partly attributed to a want of habit in governing their fear, as it is not a feeling they are ashamed of. Indeed, the natives do not like to see a person indifferent. I heard of two Englishmen who, sleeping in the open air during a smart shock, knowing that there was no danger, did not rise. The natives cried out indignantly, "Look at those heretics, they do not even get out of their beds!"
It’s not surprising that locals and long-time residents, even those known to be strong-minded, often feel afraid during earthquakes. However, this heightened panic might be partly due to their lack of experience in managing their fear, as they don’t feel ashamed about it. In fact, the locals dislike seeing someone who seems indifferent. I heard about two Englishmen who, while sleeping outside during a strong tremor, knowing there was no danger, didn’t get up. The locals exclaimed in outrage, "Look at those heretics, they don’t even get out of their beds!"
I spent some days in examining the step-formed terraces of shingle, first noticed by Captain B. Hall, and believed by Mr. Lyell to have been formed by the sea, during the gradual rising of the land. This certainly is the true explanation, for I found numerous shells of existing species on these terraces. Five narrow, gently sloping, fringe-like terraces rise one behind the other, and where best developed are formed of shingle: they front the bay, and sweep up both sides of the valley. At Guasco, north of Coquimbo, the phenomenon is displayed on a much grander scale, so as to strike with surprise even some of the inhabitants. The terraces are there much broader, and may be called plains, in some parts there are six of them, but generally only five; they run up the valley for thirty-seven miles from the coast. These step-formed terraces or fringes closely resemble those in the valley of S. Cruz, and, except in being on a smaller scale, those great ones along the whole coast-line of Patagonia. They have undoubtedly been formed by the denuding power of the sea, during long periods of rest in the gradual elevation of the continent.
I spent a few days examining the step-like terraces made of shingle, first discovered by Captain B. Hall, which Mr. Lyell believes were created by the sea as the land gradually rose. This is definitely the right explanation, as I found many shells of living species on these terraces. Five narrow, gently sloping, fringe-like terraces rise one after another, and where they are most developed, they are made of shingle: they face the bay and extend up both sides of the valley. At Guasco, north of Coquimbo, this phenomenon is even more impressive, stunning some locals. The terraces there are much wider and can be considered plains; in some areas, there are six of them, but usually only five. They stretch up the valley for thirty-seven miles from the coast. These step-like terraces or fringes closely resemble those in the S. Cruz valley, and, except for their smaller size, they are similar to the large ones along the entire coast of Patagonia. They have undoubtedly been formed by the erosive power of the sea during long periods of stability as the continent gradually rose.
Shells of many existing species not only lie on the surface of the terraces at Coquimbo (to a height of 250 feet), but are embedded in a friable calcareous rock, which in some places is as much as between twenty and thirty feet in thickness, but is of little extent. These modern beds rest on an ancient tertiary formation containing shells, apparently all extinct. Although I examined so many hundred miles of coast on the Pacific, as well as Atlantic side of the continent, I found no regular strata containing sea-shells of recent species, excepting at this place, and at a few points northward on the road to Guasco. This fact appears to me highly remarkable; for the explanation generally given by geologists, of the absence in any district of stratified fossiliferous deposits of a given period, namely, that the surface then existed as dry land, is not here applicable; for we know from the shells strewed on the surface and embedded in loose sand or mould that the land for thousands of miles along both coasts has lately been submerged. The explanation, no doubt, must be sought in the fact, that the whole southern part of the continent has been for a long time slowly rising; and therefore that all matter deposited along shore in shallow water, must have been soon brought up and slowly exposed to the wearing action of the sea-beach; and it is only in comparatively shallow water that the greater number of marine organic beings can flourish, and in such water it is obviously impossible that strata of any great thickness can accumulate. To show the vast power of the wearing action of sea-beaches, we need only appeal to the great cliffs along the present coast of Patagonia, and to the escarpments or ancient sea-cliffs at different levels, one above another, on that same line of coast.
Shells from many living species not only cover the surface of the terraces at Coquimbo (up to 250 feet high) but are also found embedded in a soft calcareous rock that can be twenty to thirty feet thick in some areas, though it doesn't extend very far. These modern layers sit on top of an ancient tertiary formation filled with shells that seem to be entirely extinct. Even after exploring hundreds of miles of coast along both the Pacific and Atlantic sides of the continent, I couldn’t find any consistent layers with sea shells of recent species, except here and at a few spots northward on the way to Guasco. This is quite astonishing to me; the common explanation given by geologists for the lack of stratified fossil deposits from a certain period in a region—that it was dry land at the time—doesn't apply here. We can tell from the shells scattered on the surface and buried in loose sand or soil that land for thousands of miles along both coasts has recently been submerged. The explanation must lie in the fact that the entire southern part of the continent has been slowly rising for a long time; therefore, any material deposited along the shore in shallow water would have been quickly raised and gradually exposed to the wear of the sea. Most marine organisms thrive in relatively shallow waters, and it’s clear that significant layers cannot form in such environments. To illustrate the immense force of the erosion from sea beaches, we just need to look at the great cliffs along the current coast of Patagonia and the ancient sea cliffs at varying heights along the same coastline.
The old underlying tertiary formation at Coquimbo, appears to be of about the same age with several deposits on the coast of Chile (of which that of Navedad is the principal one), and with the great formation of Patagonia. Both at Navedad and in Patagonia there is evidence, that since the shells (a list of which has been seen by Professor E. Forbes) there entombed were living, there has been a subsidence of several hundred feet, as well as an ensuing elevation. It may naturally be asked, how it comes that, although no extensive fossiliferous deposits of the recent period, nor of any period intermediate between it and the ancient tertiary epoch, have been preserved on either side of the continent, yet that at this ancient tertiary epoch, sedimentary matter containing fossil remains, should have been deposited and preserved at different points in north and south lines, over a space of 1100 miles on the shores of the Pacific, and of at least 1350 miles on the shores of the Atlantic, and in an east and west line of 700 miles across the widest part of the continent? I believe the explanation is not difficult, and that it is perhaps applicable to nearly analogous facts observed in other quarters of the world. Considering the enormous power of denudation which the sea possesses, as shown by numberless facts, it is not probable that a sedimentary deposit, when being upraised, could pass through the ordeal of the beach, so as to be preserved in sufficient masses to last to a distant period, without it were originally of wide extent and of considerable thickness: now it is impossible on a moderately shallow bottom, which alone is favourable to most living creatures, that a thick and widely extended covering of sediment could be spread out, without the bottom sank down to receive the successive layers. This seems to have actually taken place at about the same period in southern Patagonia and Chile, though these places are a thousand miles apart. Hence, if prolonged movements of approximately contemporaneous subsidence are generally widely extensive, as I am strongly inclined to believe from my examination of the Coral Reefs of the great oceans—or if, confining our view to South America, the subsiding movements have been co-extensive with those of elevation, by which, within the same period of existing shells, the shores of Peru, Chile, Tierra del Fuego, Patagonia, and La Plata have been upraised—then we can see that at the same time, at far distant points, circumstances would have been favourable to the formation of fossiliferous deposits of wide extent and of considerable thickness; and such deposits, consequently, would have a good chance of resisting the wear and tear of successive beach-lines, and of lasting to a future epoch.
The old underlying tertiary formation at Coquimbo seems to be around the same age as several deposits along the coast of Chile (primarily that of Navedad) and the large formation of Patagonia. In both Navedad and Patagonia, there's evidence that since the shells (a list of which has been examined by Professor E. Forbes) were buried there, the area has subsided several hundred feet and then experienced an elevation. It’s natural to wonder why, despite no extensive fossil-bearing deposits from recent times or any period in between the recent and the ancient tertiary epoch being preserved on either side of the continent, we still see sedimentary matter containing fossil remains deposited and preserved at various points, stretching 1,100 miles on the Pacific coast and at least 1,350 miles on the Atlantic, and 700 miles across the widest part of the continent during this ancient tertiary epoch. I believe the explanation is not too complicated and may apply to similar facts observed elsewhere in the world. Considering the immense eroding force of the sea, as evidenced by countless observations, it’s unlikely that a sedimentary deposit, while being uplifted, could survive the harsh conditions of the beach without originally being extensive and significantly thick. It's not possible for a thick and widely spread layer of sediment to form on a moderately shallow seabed, which is the only environment suitable for most marine life, without the seabed sinking to accommodate the accumulating layers. This seems to have actually occurred around the same time in southern Patagonia and Chile, even though they are a thousand miles apart. Therefore, if prolonged periods of roughly simultaneous subsidence are generally widespread, as I strongly suspect based on my study of the Coral Reefs across the great oceans—or if we focus solely on South America, where the subsiding movements have coincided with the elevating movements that have raised the shores of Peru, Chile, Tierra del Fuego, Patagonia, and La Plata during the same time as the existing shells—then we can understand that at the same time, in far-flung locations, conditions would have favored the creation of fossil-rich deposits that were extensive and thick. Such deposits would, therefore, have a better chance of withstanding the erosive effects of changing beach lines and lasting into the future.
May 21st.—I set out in company with Don Jose Edwards to the silver-mine of Arqueros, and thence up the valley of Coquimbo. Passing through a mountainous country, we reached by nightfall the mines belonging to Mr. Edwards. I enjoyed my night's rest here from a reason which will not be fully appreciated in England, namely, the absence of fleas! The rooms in Coquimbo swarm with them; but they will not live here at the height of only three or four thousand feet: it can scarcely be the trifling diminution of temperature, but some other cause which destroys these troublesome insects at this place. The mines are now in a bad state, though they formerly yielded about 2000 pounds in weight of silver a year. It has been said that "a person with a copper-mine will gain; with silver he may gain; but with gold he is sure to lose." This is not true: all the large Chilian fortunes have been made by mines of the more precious metals. A short time since an English physician returned to England from Copiapo, taking with him the profits of one share of a silver-mine, which amounted to about 24,000 pounds sterling. No doubt a copper-mine with care is a sure game, whereas the other is gambling, or rather taking a ticket in a lottery. The owners lose great quantities of rich ores; for no precautions can prevent robberies. I heard of a gentleman laying a bet with another, that one of his men should rob him before his face. The ore when brought out of the mine is broken into pieces, and the useless stone thrown on one side. A couple of the miners who were thus employed, pitched, as if by accident, two fragments away at the same moment, and then cried out for a joke "Let us see which rolls furthest." The owner, who was standing by, bet a cigar with his friend on the race. The miner by this means watched the very point amongst the rubbish where the stone lay. In the evening he picked it up and carried it to his master, showing him a rich mass of silver-ore, and saying, "This was the stone on which you won a cigar by its rolling so far."
May 21st.—I set out with Don Jose Edwards to the silver mine in Arqueros, and then up the Coquimbo valley. After traveling through a mountainous area, we reached Mr. Edwards' mines by nightfall. I really enjoyed my night's rest here for one reason that might not be fully appreciated in England: the absence of fleas! The rooms in Coquimbo are infested with them, but they can’t survive at this altitude of only three or four thousand feet. It’s probably not just the slight drop in temperature but something else that keeps these annoying insects away. The mines are currently in poor condition, although they used to produce about 2,000 pounds of silver a year. It has been said that "a person with a copper mine will profit; with silver he might profit; but with gold he is sure to lose." This isn’t true: all the big fortunes in Chile have come from mines of the more precious metals. Not long ago, an English doctor returned to England from Copiapo with the profits from one share in a silver mine, which came to about 24,000 pounds sterling. For sure, a copper mine can be a safe bet with some care, while silver and gold mining feels more like gambling or entering a lottery. The owners often lose significant amounts of valuable ore; no measures can stop thefts. I heard about a gentleman who bet another that one of his workers would rob him right in front of him. When ore is pulled from the mine, it gets broken into pieces, with the useless rock tossed aside. A couple of miners, while doing this, pretended to accidentally throw two pieces away at the same time and jokingly said, "Let’s see which one rolls the furthest." The owner, standing nearby, wagered a cigar with his friend on the outcome. This way, the miner kept track of exactly where the stone landed in the debris. Later, he picked it up in the evening and took it to his boss, showing him a rich piece of silver ore, saying, "This was the stone on which you won a cigar for how far it rolled."
May 23rd.—We descended into the fertile valley of Coquimbo, and followed it till we reached an Hacienda belonging to a relation of Don Jose, where we stayed the next day. I then rode one day's journey further, to see what were declared to be some petrified shells and beans, which latter turned out to be small quartz pebbles. We passed through several small villages; and the valley was beautifully cultivated, and the whole scenery very grand. We were here near the main Cordillera, and the surrounding hills were lofty. In all parts of northern Chile, fruit trees produce much more abundantly at a considerable height near the Andes than in the lower country. The figs and grapes of this district are famous for their excellence, and are cultivated to a great extent. This valley is, perhaps, the most productive one north of Quillota. I believe it contains, including Coquimbo, 25,000 inhabitants. The next day I returned to the Hacienda, and thence, together with Don Jose, to Coquimbo.
May 23rd.—We entered the fertile valley of Coquimbo and traveled through it until we reached a hacienda owned by a relative of Don Jose, where we stayed the next day. I then rode on for a day to check out some supposed petrified shells and beans, which turned out to be small quartz pebbles. We passed through several small villages; the valley was beautifully cultivated, and the entire scenery was quite impressive. We were close to the main Cordillera, and the surrounding hills were tall. In northern Chile, fruit trees yield much more fruit at a higher elevation near the Andes than in the lower areas. The figs and grapes from this region are renowned for their quality and are widely grown. This valley is probably the most productive one north of Quillota. I believe it has around 25,000 inhabitants, including Coquimbo. The next day, I went back to the hacienda and then, along with Don Jose, headed to Coquimbo.
June 2nd.—We set out for the valley of Guasco, following the coast-road, which was considered rather less desert than the other. Our first day's ride was to a solitary house, called Yerba Buena, where there was pasture for our horses. The shower mentioned as having fallen, a fortnight ago, only reached about half-way to Guasco; we had, therefore, in the first part of our journey a most faint tinge of green, which soon faded quite away. Even where brightest, it was scarcely sufficient to remind one of the fresh turf and budding flowers of the spring of other countries. While travelling through these deserts one feels like a prisoner shut up in a gloomy court, who longs to see something green and to smell a moist atmosphere.
June 2nd.—We headed out for the valley of Guasco, taking the coast road, which was thought to be a bit less barren than the alternative. Our first day's ride took us to a lonely house called Yerba Buena, where we could let our horses graze. The rain that had fallen two weeks ago barely made it halfway to Guasco; consequently, for the first part of our journey, we only saw a very faint hint of green, which quickly disappeared. Even at its brightest, it barely reminded anyone of the lush grass and blooming flowers found in the springs of other places. Traveling through these deserts feels like being a prisoner stuck in a dreary yard, yearning to see something green and breathe fresh, moist air.
June 3rd.—Yerba Buena to Carizal. During the first part of the day we crossed a mountainous rocky desert, and afterwards a long deep sandy plain, strewed with broken sea-shells. There was very little water, and that little saline: the whole country, from the coast to the Cordillera, is an uninhabited desert. I saw traces only of one living animal in abundance, namely, the shells of a Bulimus, which were collected together in extraordinary numbers on the driest spots. In the spring one humble little plant sends out a few leaves, and on these the snails feed. As they are seen only very early in the morning, when the ground is slightly damp with dew, the Guascos believe that they are bred from it. I have observed in other places that extremely dry and sterile districts, where the soil is calcareous, are extraordinarily favourable to land-shells. At Carizal there were a few cottages, some brackish water, and a trace of cultivation: but it was with difficulty that we purchased a little corn and straw for our horses.
June 3rd.—Yerba Buena to Carizal. In the morning, we traversed a rocky mountainous desert, followed by a lengthy sandy plain scattered with broken seashells. There was very little water, and what little there was, was salty: the entire area, from the coast to the mountains, is an uninhabited wasteland. I only saw signs of one living creature, which was the shells of a Bulimus, found in surprisingly large amounts in the driest areas. In spring, a small plant emerges with a few leaves, which the snails feed on. They are only seen early in the morning when the ground is slightly damp with dew, leading the Guascos to believe they come from it. I've noticed in other places that very dry and barren regions, where the soil is calcareous, are particularly favorable for land snails. In Carizal, there were a few cottages, some brackish water, and a hint of cultivation: however, we struggled to buy a little corn and straw for our horses.
4th.—Carizal to Sauce. We continued to ride over desert plains, tenanted by large herds of guanaco. We crossed also the valley of Chaneral; which, although the most fertile one between Guasco and Coquimbo, is very narrow, and produces so little pasture, that we could not purchase any for our horses. At Sauce we found a very civil old gentleman, superintendent of a copper-smelting furnace. As an especial favour, he allowed me to purchase at a high price an armful of dirty straw, which was all the poor horses had for supper after their long day's journey. Few smelting-furnaces are now at work in any part of Chile; it is found more profitable, on account of the extreme scarcity of firewood, and from the Chilian method of reduction being so unskilful, to ship the ore for Swansea. The next day we crossed some mountains to Freyrina, in the valley of Guasco. During each day's ride further northward, the vegetation became more and more scanty; even the great chandelier-like cactus was here replaced by a different and much smaller species. During the winter months, both in northern Chile and in Peru, a uniform bank of clouds hangs, at no great height, over the Pacific. From the mountains we had a very striking view of this white and brilliant aerial-field, which sent arms up the valleys, leaving islands and promontories in the same manner, as the sea does in the Chonos archipelago and in Tierra del Fuego.
4th.—Carizal to Sauce. We kept riding across barren plains, home to large herds of guanacos. We also crossed the valley of Chaneral, which, while the most fertile area between Guasco and Coquimbo, is very narrow and produces so little pasture that we couldn't buy any for our horses. In Sauce, we met a very polite old gentleman, the superintendent of a copper-smelting furnace. As a special favor, he allowed me to buy an armful of dirty straw at a high price, which was all the poor horses had for dinner after their long day of travel. Few smelting furnaces are currently in operation in any part of Chile; due to the extreme scarcity of firewood and the Chilian method of reduction being so inefficient, it's found more profitable to ship the ore to Swansea. The next day, we crossed some mountains to reach Freyrina, in the valley of Guasco. With each day's ride northward, the vegetation became sparser; even the large chandelier-like cactus was replaced by a much smaller species. During the winter months, both in northern Chile and in Peru, a uniform bank of clouds hangs at a low height over the Pacific. From the mountains, we had a striking view of this bright, white aerial field, which stretched into the valleys, leaving islands and promontories much like the sea does in the Chonos archipelago and Tierra del Fuego.
We stayed two days at Freyrina. In the valley of Guasco there are four small towns. At the mouth there is the port, a spot entirely desert, and without any water in the immediate neighbourhood. Five leagues higher up stands Freyrina, a long straggling village, with decent whitewashed houses. Again, ten leagues further up Ballenar is situated, and above this Guasco Alto, a horticultural village, famous for its dried fruit. On a clear day the view up the valley is very fine; the straight opening terminates in the far-distant snowy Cordillera; on each side an infinity of crossing-lines are blended together in a beautiful haze. The foreground is singular from the number of parallel and step-formed terraces; and the included strip of green valley, with its willow-bushes, is contrasted on both hands with the naked hills. That the surrounding country was most barren will be readily believed, when it is known that a shower of rain had not fallen during the last thirteen months. The inhabitants heard with the greatest envy of the rain at Coquimbo; from the appearance of the sky they had hopes of equally good fortune, which, a fortnight afterwards, were realized. I was at Copiapo at the time; and there the people, with equal envy, talked of the abundant rain at Guasco. After two or three very dry years, perhaps with not more than one shower during the whole time, a rainy year generally follows; and this does more harm than even the drought. The rivers swell, and cover with gravel and sand the narrow strips of ground, which alone are fit for cultivation. The floods also injure the irrigating ditches. Great devastation had thus been caused three years ago.
We stayed two days in Freyrina. In the Guasco valley, there are four small towns. At the mouth, there’s the port, which is completely deserted and has no water nearby. Five leagues up the river is Freyrina, a long, scattered village with nice whitewashed houses. Another ten leagues further up is Ballenar, and above that is Guasco Alto, a farming village known for its dried fruit. On a clear day, the view up the valley is stunning; the straight opening leads to the distant snowy Cordillera, and on either side, a myriad of crossing lines blend into a beautiful haze. The foreground is unique because of the many parallel, step-like terraces, and the narrow green valley with its willow bushes stands in stark contrast to the bare hills on both sides. It’s easy to believe that the surrounding land is very barren, especially since no rain had fallen in the last thirteen months. The locals envied the rain in Coquimbo; they hoped for the same luck based on the sky’s appearance, which did materialize a fortnight later. I was in Copiapó at the time, where people similarly envied the abundant rain in Guasco. After two or three very dry years, usually with barely one shower during that whole time, a rainy year typically follows, and this often causes more damage than the drought itself. The rivers swell and wash gravel and sand over the narrow strips of land that are suitable for farming. The floods also damage the irrigation ditches. A lot of devastation was caused by this three years ago.
June 8th.—We rode on to Ballenar, which takes its name from Ballenagh in Ireland, the birthplace of the family of O'Higgins, who, under the Spanish government, were presidents and generals in Chile. As the rocky mountains on each hand were concealed by clouds, the terrace-like plains gave to the valley an appearance like that of Santa Cruz in Patagonia. After spending one day at Ballenar I set out, on the 10th, for the upper part of the valley of Copiapo. We rode all day over an uninteresting country. I am tired of repeating the epithets barren and sterile. These words, however, as commonly used, are comparative; I have always applied them to the plains of Patagonia, which can boast of spiny bushes and some tufts of grass; and this is absolute fertility, as compared with northern Chile. Here again, there are not many spaces of two hundred yards square, where some little bush, cactus or lichen, may not be discovered by careful examination; and in the soil seeds lie dormant ready to spring up during the first rainy winter. In Peru real deserts occur over wide tracts of country. In the evening we arrived at a valley, in which the bed of the streamlet was damp: following it up, we came to tolerably good water. During the night, the stream, from not being evaporated and absorbed so quickly, flows a league lower down than during the day. Sticks were plentiful for firewood, so that it was a good place to bivouac for us; but for the poor animals there was not a mouthful to eat.
June 8th.—We rode on to Ballenar, which is named after Ballenagh in Ireland, the birthplace of the O'Higgins family, who were presidents and generals in Chile under the Spanish government. The rocky mountains on either side were hidden by clouds, and the terrace-like plains made the valley look a lot like Santa Cruz in Patagonia. After spending a day in Ballenar, I set out on the 10th for the upper part of the Copiapo valley. We rode all day through a pretty dull landscape. I'm tired of saying it's barren and sterile. These words, however, are usually used comparatively; I've always thought of them referring to the plains of Patagonia, which can at least claim some spiny bushes and patches of grass, and that’s absolute fertility compared to northern Chile. Here again, there aren’t many spaces of two hundred square yards where you can’t find some little bush, cactus, or lichen if you look closely; and in the soil, seeds are lying dormant, ready to sprout during the first rainy winter. In Peru, real deserts stretch across wide areas. In the evening, we arrived at a valley where the streambed was damp; following it upstream, we found fairly good water. During the night, the stream flows a league lower than it does during the day because it’s not evaporated and absorbed as quickly. There were plenty of sticks for firewood, so it was a good place for us to set up camp; but unfortunately, there wasn't anything for the poor animals to eat.
June 11th.—We rode without stopping for twelve hours till we reached an old smelting-furnace, where there was water and firewood; but our horses again had nothing to eat, being shut up in an old courtyard. The line of road was hilly, and the distant views interesting, from the varied colours of the bare mountains. It was almost a pity to see the sun shining constantly over so useless a country; such splendid weather ought to have brightened fields and pretty gardens. The next day we reached the valley of Copiapo. I was heartily glad of it; for the whole journey was a continued source of anxiety; it was most disagreeable to hear, whilst eating our own suppers, our horses gnawing the posts to which they were tied, and to have no means of relieving their hunger. To all appearance, however, the animals were quite fresh; and no one could have told that they had eaten nothing for the last fifty-five hours.
June 11th.—We rode for twelve hours straight until we reached an old smelting furnace, where we found water and firewood; but our horses still had nothing to eat, stuck in an old courtyard. The road was hilly, and the distant views were interesting, with the different colors of the bare mountains. It was almost a shame to see the sun shining over such a barren country; such beautiful weather should have brightened fields and lovely gardens. The next day we arrived at the valley of Copiapó. I was really relieved; the whole journey had been a constant source of stress. It was extremely unpleasant to hear our horses gnawing on the posts they were tied to while we ate our own dinners, having no way to ease their hunger. However, the animals appeared to be quite energetic; no one would have guessed they hadn't eaten in the last fifty-five hours.
I had a letter of introduction to Mr. Bingley, who received me very kindly at the Hacienda of Potrero Seco. This estate is between twenty and thirty miles long, but very narrow, being generally only two fields wide, one on each side the river. In some parts the estate is of no width, that is to say, the land cannot be irrigated, and therefore is valueless, like the surrounding rocky desert. The small quantity of cultivated land in the whole line of valley, does not so much depend on inequalities of level, and consequent unfitness for irrigation, as on the small supply of water. The river this year was remarkably full: here, high up the valley, it reached to the horse's belly, and was about fifteen yards wide, and rapid; lower down it becomes smaller and smaller, and is generally quite lost, as happened during one period of thirty years, so that not a drop entered the sea. The inhabitants watch a storm over the Cordillera with great interest; as one good fall of snow provides them with water for the ensuing year. This is of infinitely more consequence than rain in the lower country. Rain, as often as it falls, which is about once in every two or three years, is a great advantage, because the cattle and mules can for some time afterwards find a little pasture in the mountains. But without snow on the Andes, desolation extends throughout the valley. It is on record that three times nearly all the inhabitants have been obliged to emigrate to the south. This year there was plenty of water, and every man irrigated his ground as much as he chose; but it has frequently been necessary to post soldiers at the sluices, to see that each estate took only its proper allowance during so many hours in the week. The valley is said to contain 12,000 souls, but its produce is sufficient only for three months in the year; the rest of the supply being drawn from Valparaiso and the south. Before the discovery of the famous silver-mines of Chanuncillo, Copiapo was in a rapid state of decay; but now it is in a very thriving condition; and the town, which was completely overthrown by an earthquake, has been rebuilt.
I had a letter of introduction to Mr. Bingley, who welcomed me warmly at the Hacienda of Potrero Seco. This estate stretches between twenty and thirty miles long but is very narrow, generally only two fields wide, one on each side of the river. In some areas, the estate has no width at all, meaning the land can't be irrigated and is therefore worthless, similar to the surrounding rocky desert. The small amount of cultivated land along the entire valley doesn't depend much on variations in elevation and the resulting unsuitability for irrigation, but rather on the limited water supply. This year, the river was particularly full: up here in the valley, it rose to the belly of a horse and was about fifteen yards wide and fast-flowing; further down, it shrinks more and more and often disappears completely, as it did for thirty years during one period when not a drop reached the sea. The locals watch storms over the Cordillera with great anticipation because a good snowfall provides them with water for the coming year. This is far more crucial than rain in the lower country. Rain, which occurs about once every two or three years, is a great benefit because the cattle and mules can find some pasture in the mountains for a little while afterward. But without snow on the Andes, the valley becomes desolate. Records show that nearly all the inhabitants have had to emigrate south three times. This year, there was plenty of water, and everyone irrigated their land as much as they wanted; however, it has often been necessary to station soldiers at the sluices to ensure that each estate only took its fair share during certain hours each week. The valley is said to have 12,000 residents, but its produce is only enough for three months of the year, with the rest of the supply coming from Valparaiso and the south. Before the discovery of the famous silver mines at Chanuncillo, Copiapo was rapidly declining; now, it is thriving, and the town, which was completely destroyed by an earthquake, has been rebuilt.
The valley of Copiapo, forming a mere ribbon of green in a desert, runs in a very southerly direction; so that it is of considerable length to its source in the Cordillera. The valleys of Guasco and Copiapo may both be considered as long narrow islands, separated from the rest of Chile by deserts of rock instead of by salt water. Northward of these, there is one other very miserable valley, called Paposo, which contains about two hundred souls; and then there extends the real desert of Atacama—a barrier far worse than the most turbulent ocean. After staying a few days at Potrero Seco, I proceeded up the valley to the house of Don Benito Cruz, to whom I had a letter of introduction. I found him most hospitable; indeed it is impossible to bear too strong testimony to the kindness with which travellers are received in almost every part of South America. The next day I hired some mules to take me by the ravine of Jolquera into the central Cordillera. On the second night the weather seemed to foretell a storm of snow or rain, and whilst lying in our beds we felt a trifling shock of an earthquake.
The Copiapó Valley is just a strip of green in the desert, stretching quite a bit southward all the way to its source in the Andes. The Guasco and Copiapó valleys can both be thought of as long, narrow strips of land, isolated from the rest of Chile by rocky deserts instead of saltwater. To the north, there's another pretty bleak valley called Paposo, home to around two hundred people; beyond that lies the true Atacama Desert—a much harsher barrier than even the roughest ocean. After spending a few days in Potrero Seco, I made my way up the valley to the home of Don Benito Cruz, with whom I had a letter of introduction. He welcomed me warmly; honestly, the kindness shown to travelers in almost every part of South America is truly remarkable. The next day, I rented some mules to take me through the Jolquera ravine into the central Andes. On the second night, the weather felt like it was gearing up for a snow or rainstorm, and while we were lying in our beds, we felt a slight tremor from an earthquake.
The connection between earthquakes and the weather has been often disputed: it appears to me to be a point of great interest, which is little understood. Humboldt has remarked in one part of the Personal Narrative, 161 that it would be difficult for any person who had long resided in New Andalusia, or in Lower Peru, to deny that there exists some connection between these phenomena: in another part, however he seems to think the connection fanciful. At Guayaquil it is said that a heavy shower in the dry season is invariably followed by an earthquake. In Northern Chile, from the extreme infrequency of rain, or even of weather foreboding rain, the probability of accidental coincidences becomes very small; yet the inhabitants are here most firmly convinced of some connection between the state of the atmosphere and of the trembling of the ground: I was much struck by this when mentioning to some people at Copiapo that there had been a sharp shock at Coquimbo: they immediately cried out, "How fortunate! there will be plenty of pasture there this year." To their minds an earthquake foretold rain as surely as rain foretold abundant pasture. Certainly it did so happen that on the very day of the earthquake, that shower of rain fell, which I have described as in ten days' time producing a thin sprinkling of grass. At other times rain has followed earthquakes at a period of the year when it is a far greater prodigy than the earthquake itself: this happened after the shock of November, 1822, and again in 1829, at Valparaiso; also after that of September, 1833, at Tacna. A person must be somewhat habituated to the climate of these countries to perceive the extreme improbability of rain falling at such seasons, except as a consequence of some law quite unconnected with the ordinary course of the weather. In the cases of great volcanic eruptions, as that of Coseguina, where torrents of rain fell at a time of the year most unusual for it, and "almost unprecedented in Central America," it is not difficult to understand that the volumes of vapour and clouds of ashes might have disturbed the atmospheric equilibrium. Humboldt extends this view to the case of earthquakes unaccompanied by eruptions; but I can hardly conceive it possible, that the small quantity of aeriform fluids which then escape from the fissured ground, can produce such remarkable effects. There appears much probability in the view first proposed by Mr. P. Scrope, that when the barometer is low, and when rain might naturally be expected to fall, the diminished pressure of the atmosphere over a wide extent of country, might well determine the precise day on which the earth, already stretched to the utmost by the subterranean forces, should yield, crack, and consequently tremble. It is, however, doubtful how far this idea will explain the circumstances of torrents of rain falling in the dry season during several days, after an earthquake unaccompanied by an eruption; such cases seem to bespeak some more intimate connection between the atmospheric and subterranean regions.
The link between earthquakes and weather has often been debated: it seems to me to be a topic of significant interest that isn’t well understood. Humboldt noted in one part of the Personal Narrative, 161 that anyone who has lived for a long time in New Andalusia or Lower Peru would find it hard to deny a connection between these phenomena; however, in another section, he seems to think the connection is fanciful. In Guayaquil, people say that a heavy rain during the dry season is always followed by an earthquake. In Northern Chile, given the very rare occurrence of rain or even signs of rain, the chances of random coincidences are quite low; yet, the locals are firmly convinced of a connection between the state of the atmosphere and the trembling ground: I was quite surprised when I told some people in Copiapó about a strong shock in Coquimbo; they immediately exclaimed, "How lucky! There will be lots of pasture there this year." To them, an earthquake predicted rain just as rain predicted abundant pasture. Indeed, on the very day of the earthquake, that rain fell, which I noted led to a light sprouting of grass within ten days. At other times, rain has followed earthquakes during a season when it is much more remarkable than the earthquake itself: this happened after the shock in November 1822 and again in 1829 in Valparaíso, as well as after the one in September 1833 in Tacna. One must be somewhat accustomed to the climate of these regions to appreciate the extreme unlikelihood of rain falling during such times, unless it is due to a principle entirely unrelated to the usual weather patterns. In cases of major volcanic eruptions, like that of Coseguina, where heavy rain fell at a very unusual time of year and "almost unprecedented in Central America," it’s easy to see how the large volumes of vapor and ash clouds could disrupt the atmospheric balance. Humboldt applies this idea to earthquakes not linked to eruptions; however, I find it hard to believe that the small amounts of gases that escape from the ground can create such notable effects. There seems to be considerable merit in Mr. P. Scrope's initial idea that when the barometer is low and rain would typically be expected, the reduced atmospheric pressure over a large area could actually determine the specific day when the earth, already stretched to its limits by underground forces, would give way, crack, and thus tremble. However, it’s unclear how much this concept can clarify instances of heavy rain falling during the dry season for several days after an earthquake without an eruption; such cases suggest a deeper connection between the atmospheric and underground realms.
Finding little of interest in this part of the ravine, we retraced our steps to the house of Don Benito, where I stayed two days collecting fossil shells and wood. Great prostrate silicified trunks of trees, embedded in a conglomerate, were extraordinarily numerous. I measured one, which was fifteen feet in circumference: how surprising it is that every atom of the woody matter in this great cylinder should have been removed and replaced by silex so perfectly, that each vessel and pore is preserved! These trees flourished at about the period of our lower chalk; they all belonged to the fir-tribe. It was amusing to hear the inhabitants discussing the nature of the fossil shells which I collected, almost in the same terms as were used a century ago in Europe,—namely, whether or not they had been thus "born by nature." My geological examination of the country generally created a good deal of surprise amongst the Chilenos: it was long before they could be convinced that I was not hunting for mines. This was sometimes troublesome: I found the most ready way of explaining my employment, was to ask them how it was that they themselves were not curious concerning earthquakes and volcanos?—why some springs were hot and others cold?—why there were mountains in Chile, and not a hill in La Plata? These bare questions at once satisfied and silenced the greater number; some, however (like a few in England who are a century behindhand), thought that all such inquiries were useless and impious; and that it was quite sufficient that God had thus made the mountains.
Finding little of interest in this part of the ravine, we went back to Don Benito's house, where I spent two days collecting fossil shells and wood. There were a lot of large, fallen, silicified tree trunks embedded in a conglomerate. I measured one that was fifteen feet around: it’s amazing that every part of the wood in this huge structure was completely replaced by silica, so perfectly that every vessel and pore is intact! These trees thrived around the time of our lower chalk; they all belonged to the fir family. It was amusing to hear the locals talk about the fossil shells I collected, using almost the same language as a century ago in Europe—debating whether they were "born by nature." My geological study of the area surprised many Chileans: it took them a while to believe I wasn’t looking for mines. This sometimes became a hassle. I found the easiest way to explain what I was doing was to ask them why they weren't curious about earthquakes and volcanoes—why some springs are hot and others are cold—why there are mountains in Chile but no hills in La Plata? These simple questions often satisfied and silenced most of them; however, some (like a few in England who are a century behind) thought all such questions were pointless and blasphemous, believing it was enough that God made the mountains that way.
An order had recently been issued that all stray dogs should be killed, and we saw many lying dead on the road. A great number had lately gone mad, and several men had been bitten and had died in consequence. On several occasions hydrophobia has prevailed in this valley. It is remarkable thus to find so strange and dreadful a disease, appearing time after time in the same isolated spot. It has been remarked that certain villages in England are in like manner much more subject to this visitation than others. Dr. Unanue states that hydrophobia was first known in South America in 1803: this statement is corroborated by Azara and Ulloa having never heard of it in their time. Dr. Unanue says that it broke out in Central America, and slowly travelled southward. It reached Arequipa in 1807; and it is said that some men there, who had not been bitten, were affected, as were some negroes, who had eaten a bullock which had died of hydrophobia. At Ica forty-two people thus miserably perished. The disease came on between twelve and ninety days after the bite; and in those cases where it did come on, death ensued invariably within five days. After 1808, a long interval ensued without any cases. On inquiry, I did not hear of hydrophobia in Van Diemen's Land, or in Australia; and Burchell says, that during the five years he was at the Cape of Good Hope, he never heard of an instance of it. Webster asserts that at the Azores hydrophobia has never occurred; and the same assertion has been made with respect to Mauritius and St. Helena. 162 In so strange a disease some information might possibly be gained by considering the circumstances under which it originates in distant climates; for it is improbable that a dog already bitten, should have been brought to these distant countries.
An order was recently issued that all stray dogs should be put down, and we saw many lying dead on the road. A large number had gone rabid recently, and several men had been bitten and died as a result. Rabies has been a recurring issue in this valley. It's remarkable to see such a strange and terrible disease appearing time after time in the same isolated area. It's been noted that certain villages in England are also more prone to this kind of outbreak than others. Dr. Unanue mentions that rabies was first noted in South America in 1803: this statement is supported by Azara and Ulloa, who had never heard of it during their time. Dr. Unanue states that it emerged in Central America and gradually spread southward. It reached Arequipa in 1807, and it's said that some people there, who hadn't been bitten, were affected, as well as some black people who had eaten a bullock that had died of rabies. In Ica, forty-two people died from this tragedy. The disease showed up between twelve and ninety days after the bite; and in cases where it did appear, death occurred invariably within five days. After 1808, there was a long period with no cases. Upon investigation, I didn’t hear of rabies in Van Diemen’s Land or in Australia; and Burchell notes that during the five years he spent at the Cape of Good Hope, he never came across an instance of it. Webster claims that rabies has never occurred in the Azores; the same has been said about Mauritius and St. Helena. 162 In such a strange disease, we might gain some insight by looking at the circumstances under which it arises in far-off climates, as it’s unlikely that a dog already bitten would have been brought to these distant places.
At night, a stranger arrived at the house of Don Benito, and asked permission to sleep there. He said he had been wandering about the mountains for seventeen days, having lost his way. He started from Guasco, and being accustomed to travelling in the Cordillera, did not expect any difficulty in following the track to Copiapo; but he soon became involved in a labyrinth of mountains, whence he could not escape. Some of his mules had fallen over precipices, and he had been in great distress. His chief difficulty arose from not knowing where to find water in the lower country, so that he was obliged to keep bordering the central ranges.
At night, a stranger showed up at Don Benito's house and asked if he could stay there for the night. He said he had been wandering in the mountains for seventeen days after losing his way. He had set out from Guasco and, being used to traveling in the Cordillera, didn’t expect any trouble finding the path to Copiapo. However, he soon got caught in a maze of mountains that he couldn’t get out of. Some of his mules had fallen off cliffs, and he had been in a tough situation. His main problem was not knowing where to find water in the lower country, which forced him to keep sticking close to the central ranges.
We returned down the valley, and on the 22nd reached the town of Copiapo. The lower part of the valley is broad, forming a fine plain like that of Quillota. The town covers a considerable space of ground, each house possessing a garden: but it is an uncomfortable place, and the dwellings are poorly furnished. Every one seems bent on the one object of making money, and then migrating as quickly as possible. All the inhabitants are more or less directly concerned with mines; and mines and ores are the sole subjects of conversation. Necessaries of all sorts are extremely dear; as the distance from the town to the port is eighteen leagues, and the land carriage very expensive. A fowl costs five or six shillings; meat is nearly as dear as in England; firewood, or rather sticks, are brought on donkeys from a distance of two and three days' journey within the Cordillera; and pasturage for animals is a shilling a day: all this for South America is wonderfully exorbitant.
We went back down the valley, and on the 22nd, we reached the town of Copiapo. The lower part of the valley is wide, creating a nice plain like that of Quillota. The town covers a large area, with each house having a garden; however, it's an uncomfortable place, and the homes are poorly furnished. Everyone seems focused on making money and then moving away as quickly as possible. All the residents are involved in mining to some degree, and mines and ores are the only topics of conversation. Basic necessities are extremely expensive since the town is eighteen leagues away from the port, and transporting goods is costly. A chicken costs five or six shillings; meat is almost as pricey as it is in England; firewood, or rather sticks, is brought by donkeys from two to three days away in the Cordillera; and grazing for animals is a shilling a day—this is incredibly overpriced for South America.
June 26th.—I hired a guide and eight mules to take me into the Cordillera by a different line from my last excursion. As the country was utterly desert, we took a cargo and a half of barley mixed with chopped straw. About two leagues above the town a broad valley called the "Despoblado," or uninhabited, branches off from that one by which we had arrived. Although a valley of the grandest dimensions, and leading to a pass across the Cordillera, yet it is completely dry, excepting perhaps for a few days during some very rainy winter. The sides of the crumbling mountains were furrowed by scarcely any ravines; and the bottom of the main valley, filled with shingle, was smooth and nearly level. No considerable torrent could ever have flowed down this bed of shingle; for if it had, a great cliff-bounded channel, as in all the southern valleys, would assuredly have been formed. I feel little doubt that this valley, as well as those mentioned by travellers in Peru, were left in the state we now see them by the waves of the sea, as the land slowly rose. I observed in one place, where the Despoblado was joined by a ravine (which in almost any other chain would have been called a grand valley), that its bed, though composed merely of sand and gravel, was higher than that of its tributary. A mere rivulet of water, in the course of an hour, would have cut a channel for itself; but it was evident that ages had passed away, and no such rivulet had drained this great tributary. It was curious to behold the machinery, if such a term may be used, for the drainage, all, with the last trifling exception, perfect, yet without any signs of action. Every one must have remarked how mud-banks, left by the retiring tide, imitate in miniature a country with hill and dale; and here we have the original model in rock, formed as the continent rose during the secular retirement of the ocean, instead of during the ebbing and flowing of the tides. If a shower of rain falls on the mud-bank, when left dry, it deepens the already-formed shallow lines of excavation; and so it is with the rain of successive centuries on the bank of rock and soil, which we call a continent.
June 26th.—I hired a guide and eight mules to take me into the Cordillera using a different route than my last trip. Since the area was completely barren, we packed a cargo and a half of barley mixed with chopped straw. About two leagues above the town, a wide valley known as the "Despoblado," or uninhabited, branches off from the one we arrived by. Although this valley is huge and leads to a pass across the Cordillera, it is totally dry except for maybe a few days during very rainy winters. The sides of the crumbling mountains had hardly any ravines, and the bottom of the main valley, covered in shingle, was smooth and almost flat. No significant torrent could ever have flowed through this shingle bed; if it had, a great cliff-bounded channel, like those in all the southern valleys, would have definitely formed. I have little doubt that this valley, like those described by travelers in Peru, was shaped by the ocean as the land slowly rose. I noticed one spot where the Despoblado met a ravine (which in almost any other mountain range would have been considered a grand valley), and the bed there, though made up of just sand and gravel, was higher than its tributary. A small stream of water could have carved a channel in an hour, but it was clear that ages had gone by without any such stream draining this large tributary. It was fascinating to see the drainage system, if that’s the right term, all nearly perfect except for one tiny detail, yet showing no signs of activity. Everyone must have noticed how mudbanks left by the receding tide look like miniature landscapes with hills and valleys; here we have the original rock model formed as the continent rose during the slow retreat of the ocean, instead of the ebb and flow of the tides. If rain falls on a dry mudbank, it deepens the already existing shallow lines of carving; this is similar to how the rain over many centuries shapes the rock and soil bank that we call a continent.
We rode on after it was dark, till we reached a side ravine with a small well, called "Agua amarga." The water deserved its name, for besides being saline it was most offensively putrid and bitter; so that we could not force ourselves to drink either tea or mate. I suppose the distance from the river of Copiapo to this spot was at least twenty-five or thirty English miles; in the whole space there was not a single drop of water, the country deserving the name of desert in the strictest sense. Yet about half way we passed some old Indian ruins near Punta Gorda: I noticed also in front of some of the valleys, which branch off from the Despoblado, two piles of stones placed a little way apart, and directed so as to point up the mouths of these small valleys. My companions knew nothing about them, and only answered my queries by their imperturbable "quien sabe?"
We rode on after dark until we reached a side ravine with a small well called "Agua amarga." The water lived up to its name, as it was not only salty but also extremely foul and bitter; we couldn’t bring ourselves to drink either tea or mate. I guess the distance from the Copiapo River to this spot was at least twenty-five or thirty miles. In that entire stretch, there wasn't a single drop of water, making the area truly deserving of the title desert. However, about halfway, we came across some old Indian ruins near Punta Gorda. I also noticed in front of some of the valleys that branch off from the Despoblado, two piles of stones placed a little apart and aimed to point toward the openings of these small valleys. My companions didn’t know anything about them, and simply responded to my questions with their unflappable "quien sabe?"
I observed Indian ruins in several parts of the Cordillera: the most perfect which I saw, were the Ruinas de Tambillos, in the Uspallata Pass. Small square rooms were there huddled together in separate groups: some of the doorways were yet standing; they were formed by a cross slab of stone only about three feet high. Ulloa has remarked on the lowness of the doors in the ancient Peruvian dwellings. These houses, when perfect, must have been capable of containing a considerable number of persons. Tradition says, that they were used as halting-places for the Incas, when they crossed the mountains. Traces of Indian habitations have been discovered in many other parts, where it does not appear probable that they were used as mere resting-places, but yet where the land is as utterly unfit for any kind of cultivation, as it is near the Tambillos or at the Incas Bridge, or in the Portillo Pass, at all which places I saw ruins. In the ravine of Jajuel, near Aconcagua, where there is no pass, I heard of remains of houses situated at a great height, where it is extremely cold and sterile. At first I imagined that these buildings had been places of refuge, built by the Indians on the first arrival of the Spaniards; but I have since been inclined to speculate on the probability of a small change of climate.
I saw Indian ruins in several areas of the Cordillera: the best-preserved ones I found were the Ruinas de Tambillos, located in the Uspallata Pass. Small square rooms were clustered together in separate groups; some of the doorways were still standing, made by a cross slab of stone about three feet high. Ulloa noted the shortness of the doors in ancient Peruvian homes. These houses, when intact, must have been able to hold a significant number of people. Tradition suggests they were used as rest stops for the Incas during their mountain crossings. Signs of Indian settlements have been found in many other locations, where it's unlikely they were just stopping points, yet the land is completely unsuitable for any kind of farming, just like near the Tambillos or at the Incas Bridge, or in the Portillo Pass, where I also saw ruins. In the Jajuel ravine, near Aconcagua, which has no pass, I've heard of remnants of houses located at a high altitude, where it’s extremely cold and barren. Initially, I thought these buildings were refuge places built by the Indians when the Spaniards first arrived; however, I’ve since begun to wonder if there might have been a slight change in climate.
In this northern part of Chile, within the Cordillera, old Indian houses are said to be especially numerous: by digging amongst the ruins, bits of woollen articles, instruments of precious metals, and heads of Indian corn, are not unfrequently discovered: an arrow-head made of agate, and of precisely the same form with those now used in Tierra del Fuego, was given me. I am aware that the Peruvian Indians now frequently inhabit most lofty and bleak situations; but at Copiapo I was assured by men who had spent their lives in travelling through the Andes, that there were very many (muchisimas) buildings at heights so great as almost to border upon the perpetual snow, and in parts where there exist no passes, and where the land produces absolutely nothing, and what is still more extraordinary, where there is no water. Nevertheless it is the opinion of the people of the country (although they are much puzzled by the circumstance), that, from the appearance of the houses, the Indians must have used them as places of residence. In this valley, at Punta Gorda, the remains consisted of seven or eight square little rooms, which were of a similar form with those at Tambillos, but built chiefly of mud, which the present inhabitants cannot, either here or, according to Ulloa, in Peru, imitate in durability. They were situated in the most conspicuous and defenceless position, at the bottom of the flat broad valley. There was no water nearer than three or four leagues, and that only in very small quantity, and bad: the soil was absolutely sterile; I looked in vain even for a lichen adhering to the rocks. At the present day, with the advantage of beasts of burden, a mine, unless it were very rich, could scarcely be worked here with profit. Yet the Indians formerly chose it as a place of residence! If at the present time two or three showers of rain were to fall annually, instead of one, as now is the case during as many years, a small rill of water would probably be formed in this great valley; and then, by irrigation (which was formerly so well understood by the Indians), the soil would easily be rendered sufficiently productive to support a few families.
In this northern part of Chile, in the Andes, there are said to be many old Indigenous houses. When digging through the ruins, people often find bits of woolen items, tools made of precious metals, and ears of corn. I was given an arrowhead made of agate that looks exactly like the ones used today in Tierra del Fuego. I know that the Peruvian Indigenous people often live in very high and inhospitable places, but in Copiapó, people who have spent their lives traveling through the Andes told me there are many buildings at such high altitudes that they are almost at the edge of perpetual snow, in areas with no passes, no fertile land, and most surprisingly, no water. However, locals believe, though they are quite puzzled by it, that the structures were used as homes by the Indigenous people because of how they appear. In this valley at Punta Gorda, the remains included seven or eight small square rooms, similar in shape to those at Tambillos but mostly made of mud, which those living there today, and according to Ulloa in Peru, cannot replicate in terms of durability. They were located in a very visible and vulnerable spot at the bottom of the wide valley. The nearest water was three or four leagues away and in very small and poor quantities; the soil was completely barren, and I searched in vain for even a lichen sticking to the rocks. Nowadays, with the advantage of pack animals, a mine here wouldn’t be profitable unless it was very rich. Yet, the Indigenous people once chose to live here! If, today, two or three rain showers fell each year instead of just one as it has been for many years, a small stream of water might form in this large valley. Then, with irrigation (which the Indigenous people understood very well), the land could be made productive enough to support a few families.
I have convincing proofs that this part of the continent of South America has been elevated near the coast at least from 400 to 500, and in some parts from 1000 to 1300 feet, since the epoch of existing shells; and further inland the rise possibly may have been greater. As the peculiarly arid character of the climate is evidently a consequence of the height of the Cordillera, we may feel almost sure that before the later elevations, the atmosphere could not have been so completely drained of its moisture as it now is; and as the rise has been gradual, so would have been the change in climate. On this notion of a change of climate since the buildings were inhabited, the ruins must be of extreme antiquity, but I do not think their preservation under the Chilian climate any great difficulty. We must also admit on this notion (and this perhaps is a greater difficulty) that man has inhabited South America for an immensely long period, inasmuch as any change of climate effected by the elevation of the land must have been extremely gradual. At Valparaiso, within the last 220 years, the rise has been somewhat less than 19 feet: at Lima a sea-beach has certainly been upheaved from 80 to 90 feet, within the Indo-human period: but such small elevations could have had little power in deflecting the moisture-bringing atmospheric currents. Dr. Lund, however, found human skeletons in the caves of Brazil, the appearance of which induced him to believe that the Indian race has existed during a vast lapse of time in South America.
I have convincing evidence that this part of the South American continent has been raised near the coast at least 400 to 500 feet, and in some areas, from 1,000 to 1,300 feet, since the time of existing shells; further inland, the rise may have been even greater. Since the extremely dry nature of the climate is clearly a result of the height of the Cordillera, we can be fairly certain that before the later elevations, the atmosphere wasn’t as completely stripped of its moisture as it is now; and since the rise has been gradual, the change in climate would have been as well. Based on the idea of climate change since the buildings were inhabited, the ruins must be very old, but I don’t think their preservation in the Chilean climate is a significant problem. We also have to accept that, based on this idea (which might be an even bigger challenge), humans have lived in South America for an incredibly long time since any climate change caused by the uplift of the land must have occurred very slowly. In Valparaiso, over the last 220 years, the land has risen by just under 19 feet: in Lima, a beach has certainly been pushed up 80 to 90 feet during the time of humans: but such small elevations would have had little effect on changing the moisture-laden atmospheric currents. However, Dr. Lund found human skeletons in the caves of Brazil, which led him to believe that the indigenous people have existed for a vast amount of time in South America.
When at Lima, I conversed on these subjects 163 with Mr. Gill, a civil engineer, who had seen much of the interior country. He told me that a conjecture of a change of climate had sometimes crossed his mind; but that he thought that the greater portion of land, now incapable of cultivation, but covered with Indian ruins, had been reduced to this state by the water-conduits, which the Indians formerly constructed on so wonderful a scale, having been injured by neglect and by subterranean movements. I may here mention, that the Peruvians actually carried their irrigating streams in tunnels through hills of solid rock. Mr. Gill told me, he had been employed professionally to examine one: he found the passage low, narrow, crooked, and not of uniform breadth, but of very considerable length. Is it not most wonderful that men should have attempted such operations, without the use of iron or gunpowder? Mr. Gill also mentioned to me a most interesting, and, as far as I am aware, quite unparalleled case, of a subterranean disturbance having changed the drainage of a country. Travelling from Casma to Huaraz (not very far distant from Lima), he found a plain covered with ruins and marks of ancient cultivation but now quite barren. Near it was the dry course of a considerable river, whence the water for irrigation had formerly been conducted. There was nothing in the appearance of the water-course to indicate that the river had not flowed there a few years previously; in some parts, beds of sand and gravel were spread out; in others, the solid rock had been worn into a broad channel, which in one spot was about 40 yards in breadth and 8 feet deep. It is self-evident that a person following up the course of a stream, will always ascend at a greater or less inclination: Mr. Gill, therefore, was much astonished, when walking up the bed of this ancient river, to find himself suddenly going down hill. He imagined that the downward slope had a fall of about 40 or 50 feet perpendicular. We here have unequivocal evidence that a ridge had been uplifted right across the old bed of a stream. From the moment the river-course was thus arched, the water must necessarily have been thrown back, and a new channel formed. From that moment, also, the neighbouring plain must have lost its fertilizing stream, and become a desert.
When I was in Lima, I talked about these topics 163 with Mr. Gill, a civil engineer who had explored a lot of the inland areas. He mentioned that he had sometimes thought about how the climate might have changed, but he believed that most of the land, now unable to be farmed and covered in Indian ruins, had reached this state because of the water conduits the Indians had built on such an impressive scale. These conduits were damaged due to neglect and underground movements. It's worth noting that the Peruvians actually diverted their irrigation streams through tunnels in solid rock. Mr. Gill told me he was professionally hired to inspect one of these tunnels: he found it low, narrow, winding, and unevenly wide, yet quite long. Isn’t it incredible that people attempted such feats without using iron or gunpowder? Mr. Gill also shared with me a fascinating and, as far as I know, unique case of a subterranean disturbance that altered the drainage of an area. While traveling from Casma to Huaraz (which isn't too far from Lima), he came across a plain filled with ruins and signs of ancient farming that was now completely barren. Nearby was the dry channel of a significant river, from which water had been sourced for irrigation. There was nothing about the watercourse that suggested the river hadn't flowed there just a few years earlier; in some sections, sand and gravel beds spread out, while in others, the solid rock had been carved into a wide channel that, at one point, was about 40 yards wide and 8 feet deep. It's obvious that someone following a stream would typically go uphill. Therefore, Mr. Gill was quite surprised when he walked up the bed of this ancient river and found himself going downhill. He estimated that the downward slope dropped about 40 to 50 feet vertically. This clearly shows that a ridge had risen right across the old riverbed. Once that river course was arched, the water would have been forced back, creating a new channel. From that point, the nearby plain would have lost its nourishing stream and turned into a desert.
June 27th.—We set out early in the morning, and by midday reached the ravine of Paypote, where there is a tiny rill of water, with a little vegetation, and even a few algarroba trees, a kind of mimosa. From having firewood, a smelting-furnace had formerly been built here: we found a solitary man in charge of it, whose sole employment was hunting guanacos. At night it froze sharply; but having plenty of wood for our fire, we kept ourselves warm.
June 27th.—We headed out early in the morning, and by noon arrived at the Paypote ravine, where there’s a small stream of water, some greenery, and even a few carob trees, a type of mimosa. A smelting furnace used to be built here because of the available firewood: we found a lone man taking care of it, whose only job was hunting guanacos. It got freezing cold at night, but since we had plenty of wood for our fire, we stayed warm.
28th.—We continued gradually ascending, and the valley now changed into a ravine. During the day we saw several guanacos, and the track of the closely-allied species, the Vicuna: this latter animal is pre-eminently alpine in its habits; it seldom descends much below the limit of perpetual snow, and therefore haunts even a more lofty and sterile situation than the guanaco. The only other animal which we saw in any number was a small fox: I suppose this animal preys on the mice and other small rodents, which, as long as there is the least vegetation, subsist in considerable numbers in very desert places. In Patagonia, even on the borders of the salinas, where a drop of fresh water can never be found, excepting dew, these little animals swarm. Next to lizards, mice appear to be able to support existence on the smallest and driest portions of the earth—even on islets in the midst of great oceans.
28th.—We kept climbing gradually, and the valley shifted into a ravine. During the day, we spotted several guanacos and the tracks of their closely related species, the vicuña. This animal primarily thrives in high-altitude areas; it rarely descends much below the permanent snow line, so it prefers even higher and more barren habitats than the guanaco. The only other animal we encountered in any numbers was a small fox. I assume this fox preys on the mice and other small rodents, which, as long as there’s any vegetation, can be found in large numbers in very arid regions. In Patagonia, even near the salt flats, where fresh water is scarce except for dew, these little creatures are abundant. Next to lizards, mice seem to thrive in the driest and most challenging environments—even on tiny islands in the vast oceans.
The scene on all sides showed desolation, brightened and made palpable by a clear, unclouded sky. For a time such scenery is sublime, but this feeling cannot last, and then it becomes uninteresting. We bivouacked at the foot of the "primera linea," or the first line of the partition of waters. The streams, however, on the east side do not flow to the Atlantic, but into an elevated district, in the middle of which there is a large saline, or salt lake; thus forming a little Caspian Sea at the height, perhaps, of ten thousand feet. Where we slept, there were some considerable patches of snow, but they do not remain throughout the year. The winds in these lofty regions obey very regular laws. Every day a fresh breeze blows up the valley, and at night, an hour or two after sunset, the air from the cold regions above descends as through a funnel. This night it blew a gale of wind, and the temperature must have been considerably below the freezing-point, for water in a vessel soon became a block of ice. No clothes seemed to pose any obstacle to the air; I suffered very much from the cold, so that I could not sleep, and in the morning rose with my body quite dull and benumbed.
The view all around us was bleak, made vivid and tangible by a clear, cloudless sky. For a while, this scenery feels breathtaking, but that feeling doesn’t last, and then it becomes boring. We set up camp at the base of the "primera linea," or the first line of the watershed. However, the rivers on the eastern side don’t flow to the Atlantic; instead, they lead into a high area with a large salt lake in the center, creating a small Caspian Sea at about ten thousand feet elevation. Where we stayed, there were some significant patches of snow, but they don't stick around all year. The winds in these high regions follow very consistent patterns. Each day a new breeze comes up the valley, and at night, an hour or two after sunset, cold air from above rushes down like it's funneled. That night, it blew a strong wind, and the temperature must have dropped well below freezing because water in a container quickly turned into a block of ice. No clothing seemed to shield me from the cold; I was quite uncomfortable and couldn’t sleep, and in the morning I woke up feeling stiff and numb.
In the Cordillera further southward, people lose their lives from snow-storms; here, it sometimes happens from another cause. My guide, when a boy of fourteen years old, was passing the Cordillera with a party in the month of May; and while in the central parts, a furious gale of wind arose, so that the men could hardly cling on their mules, and stones were flying along the ground. The day was cloudless, and not a speck of snow fell, but the temperature was low. It is probable that the thermometer could not have stood very many degrees below the freezing-point, but the effect on their bodies, ill protected by clothing, must have been in proportion to the rapidity of the current of cold air. The gale lasted for more than a day; the men began to lose their strength, and the mules would not move onwards. My guide's brother tried to return, but he perished, and his body was found two years afterwards. Lying by the side of his mule near the road, with the bridle still in his hand. Two other men in the party lost their fingers and toes; and out of two hundred mules and thirty cows, only fourteen mules escaped alive. Many years ago the whole of a large party are supposed to have perished from a similar cause, but their bodies to this day have never been discovered. The union of a cloudless sky, low temperature, and a furious gale of wind, must be, I should think, in all parts of the world an unusual occurrence.
In the Cordillera farther south, people sometimes lose their lives due to snowstorms, but here, it can happen for different reasons. My guide, when he was fourteen, was crossing the Cordillera with a group in May, and while they were in the central area, a fierce windstorm hit, making it hard for the men to stay on their mules, and stones were flying across the ground. The day was clear, with no snow falling, but the temperature was low. The thermometer likely hovered just below freezing, but the impact on their bodies, poorly insulated by their clothing, must have been severe due to the strong cold wind. The storm lasted over a day; the men began to weaken, and the mules refused to move. My guide's brother attempted to turn back but died, and his body was found two years later beside his mule near the road, still holding the bridle. Two other men in the group lost fingers and toes, and out of two hundred mules and thirty cows, only fourteen mules survived. Long ago, a large group is believed to have died under similar circumstances, but their bodies have never been found. The combination of a clear sky, low temperatures, and a violent windstorm must be, I think, a rare event anywhere in the world.
June 29th—We gladly travelled down the valley to our former night's lodging, and thence to near the Agua amarga. On July 1st we reached the valley of Copiapo. The smell of the fresh clover was quite delightful, after the scentless air of the dry, sterile Despoblado. Whilst staying in the town I heard an account from several of the inhabitants, of a hill in the neighbourhood which they called "El Bramador,"—the roarer or bellower. I did not at the time pay sufficient attention to the account; but, as far as I understood, the hill was covered by sand, and the noise was produced only when people, by ascending it, put the sand in motion. The same circumstances are described in detail on the authority of Seetzen and Ehrenberg, 164 as the cause of the sounds which have been heard by many travellers on Mount Sinai near the Red Sea. One person with whom I conversed had himself heard the noise: he described it as very surprising; and he distinctly stated that, although he could not understand how it was caused, yet it was necessary to set the sand rolling down the acclivity. A horse walking over dry coarse sand, causes a peculiar chirping noise from the friction of the particles; a circumstance which I several times noticed on the coast of Brazil.
June 29th—We happily traveled down the valley to our previous night's stay, and then to close to the Agua amarga. On July 1st, we arrived in the valley of Copiapó. The smell of fresh clover was really enjoyable after the scentless air of the dry, barren Despoblado. While in the town, I heard several locals talk about a hill nearby that they called “El Bramador”—the roarer or bellower. I didn’t pay enough attention to the details at the time, but as far as I understood, the hill was covered in sand, and the noise only occurred when people climbing it disturbed the sand. The same situation is described in detail, based on the accounts of Seetzen and Ehrenberg, 164 as the reason for the sounds that many travelers have heard on Mount Sinai near the Red Sea. One person I spoke to claimed to have heard the noise himself: he said it was quite surprising and clearly stated that, although he didn't understand how it happened, it was necessary to set the sand rolling down the slope. A horse walking over dry coarse sand creates a unique chirping sound from the friction of the grains; I noticed this several times along the coast of Brazil.
Three days afterwards I heard of the Beagle's arrival at the Port, distant eighteen leagues from the town. There is very little land cultivated down the valley; its wide expanse supports a wretched wiry grass, which even the donkeys can hardly eat. This poorness of the vegetation is owing to the quantity of saline matter with which the soil is impregnated. The Port consists of an assemblage of miserable little hovels, situated at the foot of a sterile plain. At present, as the river contains water enough to reach the sea, the inhabitants enjoy the advantage of having fresh water within a mile and a half. On the beach there were large piles of merchandise, and the little place had an air of activity. In the evening I gave my adios, with a hearty good-will, to my companion Mariano Gonzales, with whom I had ridden so many leagues in Chile. The next morning the Beagle sailed for Iquique.
Three days later, I heard that the Beagle had arrived at the Port, which is about eighteen leagues from the town. There’s very little land farmed down the valley; its vast area is covered with a scrappy grass that even donkeys struggle to eat. This poor vegetation is due to the high amount of salt in the soil. The Port is made up of a collection of rundown little huts at the base of a barren plain. Right now, since the river has enough water to reach the sea, the locals benefit from having fresh water just a mile and a half away. On the beach, there were big piles of goods, and the place had a lively vibe. In the evening, I said my goodbyes with genuine warmth to my friend Mariano Gonzales, with whom I had traveled so many leagues in Chile. The next morning, the Beagle set sail for Iquique.
July 12th.—We anchored in the port of Iquique, in lat. 20 degs. 12', on the coast of Peru. The town contains about a thousand inhabitants, and stands on a little plain of sand at the foot of a great wall of rock, 2000 feet in height, here forming the coast. The whole is utterly desert. A light shower of rain falls only once in very many years; and the ravines consequently are filled with detritus, and the mountain-sides covered by piles of fine white sand, even to a height of a thousand feet. During this season of the year a heavy bank of clouds, stretched over the ocean, seldom rises above the wall of rocks on the coast. The aspect of the place was most gloomy; the little port, with its few vessels, and small group of wretched houses, seemed overwhelmed and out of all proportion with the rest of the scene.
July 12th.—We anchored in the port of Iquique, at latitude 20 degrees 12', on the coast of Peru. The town has about a thousand residents and sits on a small sandy plain at the base of a massive rock wall, 2,000 feet high, which forms the coastline here. The area is completely barren. A light rain only falls once every many years, so the ravines are filled with debris, and the mountainsides are covered in mounds of fine white sand, reaching heights of up to a thousand feet. During this time of year, a thick bank of clouds hangs over the ocean and rarely rises above the rock wall along the coast. The place looked incredibly bleak; the small port, with its few boats and tiny cluster of run-down houses, seemed overwhelmed and disproportionate to the rest of the landscape.
The inhabitants live like persons on board a ship: every necessary comes from a distance: water is brought in boats from Pisagua, about forty miles northward, and is sold at the rate of nine reals (4s. 6d.) an eighteen-gallon cask: I bought a wine-bottle full for threepence. In like manner firewood, and of course every article of food, is imported. Very few animals can be maintained in such a place: on the ensuing morning I hired with difficulty, at the price of four pounds sterling, two mules and a guide to take me to the nitrate of soda works. These are at present the support of Iquique. This salt was first exported in 1830: in one year an amount in value of one hundred thousand pounds sterling, was sent to France and England. It is principally used as a manure and in the manufacture of nitric acid: owing to its deliquescent property it will not serve for gunpowder. Formerly there were two exceedingly rich silver-mines in this neighbourhood, but their produce is now very small.
The residents live like people on a ship: everything they need comes from far away. Water is brought in by boats from Pisagua, about forty miles to the north, and it's sold for nine reals (4s. 6d.) for an eighteen-gallon barrel. I purchased a bottle of wine for threepence. Similarly, firewood and all types of food are imported. Very few animals can survive in such an environment. The next morning, I struggled to hire two mules and a guide for four pounds sterling to take me to the nitrate of soda works. These are currently the backbone of Iquique's economy. This salt was first exported in 1830, and in one year, exports worth a hundred thousand pounds sterling went to France and England. It's mainly used as fertilizer and for making nitric acid; due to its ability to absorb moisture, it can't be used for gunpowder. There used to be two extremely rich silver mines in this area, but their output is now quite minimal.
Our arrival in the offing caused some little apprehension. Peru was in a state of anarchy; and each party having demanded a contribution, the poor town of Iquique was in tribulation, thinking the evil hour was come. The people had also their domestic troubles; a short time before, three French carpenters had broken open, during the same night, the two churches, and stolen all the plate: one of the robbers, however, subsequently confessed, and the plate was recovered. The convicts were sent to Arequipa, which though the capital of this province, is two hundred leagues distant, the government there thought it a pity to punish such useful workmen, who could make all sorts of furniture; and accordingly liberated them. Things being in this state, the churches were again broken open, but this time the plate was not recovered. The inhabitants became dreadfully enraged, and declaring that none but heretics would thus "eat God Almighty," proceeded to torture some Englishmen, with the intention of afterwards shooting them. At last the authorities interfered, and peace was established.
Our arrival offshore caused some anxiety. Peru was in chaos, and each group was demanding contributions, leaving the poor town of Iquique in distress, fearing the worst was upon them. The locals also had their own problems; not long before, three French carpenters had broken into both churches in one night and stolen all the silver. One of the thieves eventually confessed, and the silver was recovered. The criminals were sent to Arequipa, which, although the capital of the province, is two hundred leagues away. The government there thought it a shame to punish such skilled workers who could make all kinds of furniture, so they let them go. With things like this happening, the churches were broken into again, but this time the silver was not recovered. The residents became extremely angry, claiming that only heretics would "eat God Almighty," and started to torture some Englishmen, intending to execute them afterward. Eventually, the authorities stepped in, and peace was restored.
13th.—In the morning I started for the saltpetre-works, a distance of fourteen leagues. Having ascended the steep coast-mountains by a zigzag sandy track, we soon came in view of the mines of Guantajaya and St. Rosa. These two small villages are placed at the very mouths of the mines; and being perched up on hills, they had a still more unnatural and desolate appearance than the town of Iquique. We did not reach the saltpetre-works till after sunset, having ridden all day across an undulating country, a complete and utter desert. The road was strewed with the bones and dried skins of many beasts of burden which had perished on it from fatigue. Excepting the Vultur aura, which preys on the carcasses, I saw neither bird, quadruped, reptile, nor insect. On the coast-mountains, at the height of about 2000 feet where during this season the clouds generally hang, a very few cacti were growing in the clefts of rock; and the loose sand was strewed over with a lichen, which lies on the surface quite unattached. This plant belongs to the genus Cladonia, and somewhat resembles the reindeer lichen. In some parts it was in sufficient quantity to tinge the sand, as seen from a distance, of a pale yellowish colour. Further inland, during the whole ride of fourteen leagues, I saw only one other vegetable production, and that was a most minute yellow lichen, growing on the bones of the dead mules. This was the first true desert which I had seen: the effect on me was not impressive; but I believe this was owing to my having become gradually accustomed to such scenes, as I rode northward from Valparaiso, through Coquimbo, to Copiapo. The appearance of the country was remarkable, from being covered by a thick crust of common salt, and of a stratified saliferous alluvium, which seems to have been deposited as the land slowly rose above the level of the sea. The salt is white, very hard, and compact: it occurs in water worn nodules projecting from the agglutinated sand, and is associated with much gypsum. The appearance of this superficial mass very closely resembled that of a country after snow, before the last dirty patches are thawed. The existence of this crust of a soluble substance over the whole face of the country, shows how extraordinarily dry the climate must have been for a long period.
13th.—In the morning, I set off for the saltpetre works, which were fourteen leagues away. We climbed the steep coastal mountains along a winding sandy path and soon caught sight of the Guantajaya and St. Rosa mines. These two small villages sit right at the mouths of the mines and, perched on hills, they looked even more barren and desolate than the town of Iquique. We didn’t arrive at the saltpetre works until after sunset, having traveled all day through a rolling, completely empty landscape. The road was scattered with the bones and dried skins of many pack animals that had died from exhaustion. Aside from the Vultur aura, which feeds on the carcasses, I saw no birds, mammals, reptiles, or insects. In the coastal mountains, at about 2000 feet where clouds usually gather during this season, there were only a few cacti growing in the rocky crevices, and the loose sand was covered with a lichen that lay unattached on the surface. This plant belongs to the genus Cladonia and somewhat resembles reindeer lichen. In some areas, it was abundant enough to give the sand a pale yellowish tint from a distance. Further inland, throughout the entire fourteen leagues ride, I saw only one other plant, a tiny yellow lichen growing on the bones of dead mules. This was the first real desert I had encountered; the effect on me wasn’t overwhelming, but I think that was because I had gradually grown used to such scenes while traveling north from Valparaiso through Coquimbo to Copiapo. The landscape was striking, covered by a thick layer of common salt and stratified saline alluvium, which appears to have been deposited as the land slowly rose above sea level. The salt was white, very hard, and compact, occurring in water-worn nodules sticking out from the packed sand, and it was often associated with a lot of gypsum. The surface appearance of this layer closely resembled that of a landscape after snowfall, before the last dirty patches melt away. The presence of this layer of soluble substance over the entire area indicates how extraordinarily dry the climate must have been for a long time.
At night I slept at the house of the owner of one of the saltpetre mines. The country is here as unproductive as near the coast; but water, having rather a bitter and brackish taste, can be procured by digging wells. The well at this house was thirty-six yards deep: as scarcely any rain falls, it is evident the water is not thus derived; indeed if it were, it could not fail to be as salt as brine, for the whole surrounding country is incrusted with various saline substances. We must therefore conclude that it percolates under ground from the Cordillera, though distant many leagues. In that direction there are a few small villages, where the inhabitants, having more water, are enabled to irrigate a little land, and raise hay, on which the mules and asses, employed in carrying the saltpetre, are fed. The nitrate of soda was now selling at the ship's side at fourteen shillings per hundred pounds: the chief expense is its transport to the sea-coast. The mine consists of a hard stratum, between two and three feet thick, of the nitrate mingled with a little of the sulphate of soda and a good deal of common salt. It lies close beneath the surface, and follows for a length of one hundred and fifty miles the margin of a grand basin or plain; this, from its outline, manifestly must once have been a lake, or more probably an inland arm of the sea, as may be inferred from the presence of iodic salts in the saline stratum. The surface of the plain is 3300 feet above the Pacific.
At night, I stayed at the house of the owner of a saltpeter mine. The land here is as barren as by the coast, but you can get water by digging wells, even though it has a somewhat bitter and brackish taste. The well at this house was thirty-six yards deep. Since it hardly ever rains, it's clear that the water doesn't come from rainfall; in fact, if it did, it would likely be as salty as brine because the whole surrounding area is covered in various salts. We can conclude that the water seeps underground from the Cordillera, even though it's many leagues away. In that direction, there are a few small villages where the residents have more water, which allows them to irrigate some land and grow hay for the mules and donkeys that transport the saltpeter. The nitrate of soda was selling for fourteen shillings per hundred pounds right at the ship's side; the main cost is getting it to the coast. The mine consists of a hard layer of nitrate mixed with a bit of sulfate of soda and quite a bit of common salt, measuring between two and three feet thick. It lies just below the surface and stretches for about one hundred and fifty miles along the edge of a large basin or plain, which clearly seems to have once been a lake, or more likely an inland arm of the sea, as suggested by the presence of iodic salts in the salty layer. The surface of the plain is 3,300 feet above the Pacific Ocean.
19th.—We anchored in the Bay of Callao, the seaport of Lima, the capital of Peru. We stayed here six weeks but from the troubled state of public affairs, I saw very little of the country. During our whole visit the climate was far from being so delightful, as it is generally represented. A dull heavy bank of clouds constantly hung over the land, so that during the first sixteen days I had only one view of the Cordillera behind Lima. These mountains, seen in stages, one above the other, through openings in the clouds, had a very grand appearance. It is almost become a proverb, that rain never falls in the lower part of Peru. Yet this can hardly be considered correct; for during almost every day of our visit there was a thick drizzling mist, which was sufficient to make the streets muddy and one's clothes damp: this the people are pleased to call Peruvian dew. That much rain does not fall is very certain, for the houses are covered only with flat roofs made of hardened mud; and on the mole shiploads of wheat were piled up, being thus left for weeks together without any shelter.
19th.—We anchored in the Bay of Callao, the seaport of Lima, the capital of Peru. We stayed here for six weeks, but because of the troubled state of public affairs, I saw very little of the country. Throughout our visit, the climate was far from as delightful as it's usually portrayed. A heavy layer of clouds constantly hung over the land, so during the first sixteen days, I only caught one glimpse of the mountains behind Lima. These mountains, visible in layers one above the other through gaps in the clouds, looked very impressive. It has almost become a saying that it never rains in the lower part of Peru. However, that’s not entirely true; almost every day we were there, there was a thick drizzling mist that was enough to make the streets muddy and our clothes damp—something the locals like to call Peruvian dew. It's definitely true that not much rain falls since the houses only have flat roofs made of hardened mud, and on the pier, piles of wheat were left exposed for weeks without any cover.
I cannot say I liked the very little I saw of Peru: in summer, however, it is said that the climate is much pleasanter. In all seasons, both inhabitants and foreigners suffer from severe attacks of ague. This disease is common on the whole coast of Peru, but is unknown in the interior. The attacks of illness which arise from miasma never fail to appear most mysterious. So difficult is it to judge from the aspect of a country, whether or not it is healthy, that if a person had been told to choose within the tropics a situation appearing favourable for health, very probably he would have named this coast. The plain round the outskirts of Callao is sparingly covered with a coarse grass, and in some parts there are a few stagnant, though very small, pools of water. The miasma, in all probability, arises from these: for the town of Arica was similarly circumstanced, and its healthiness was much improved by the drainage of some little pools. Miasma is not always produced by a luxuriant vegetation with an ardent climate; for many parts of Brazil, even where there are marshes and a rank vegetation, are much more healthy than this sterile coast of Peru. The densest forests in a temperate climate, as in Chiloe, do not seem in the slightest degree to affect the healthy condition of the atmosphere.
I can't say I liked the little I experienced in Peru; however, it's said that the climate is much nicer in the summer. Throughout the year, both locals and visitors suffer from severe bouts of malaria. This illness is common along the entire coast of Peru, but it's unknown in the interior. The illness caused by miasma always seems to appear oddly mysterious. It's so hard to tell whether a place is healthy based just on its appearance that if someone had been asked to choose a location in the tropics that looks good for health, they probably would have picked this coast. The flat area around the edges of Callao has some sparse coarse grass, and in certain spots, there are a few stagnant, very small pools of water. The miasma likely comes from these, since the town of Arica had a similar situation, and its health drastically improved after draining a few little pools. Miasma isn't always caused by lush vegetation in a hot climate; many areas in Brazil, despite having marshes and dense vegetation, are much healthier than this barren coast of Peru. Even the thickest forests in a temperate climate, like in Chiloe, don't seem to negatively impact the quality of the atmosphere.
The island of St. Jago, at the Cape de Verds, offers another strongly marked instance of a country, which any one would have expected to find most healthy, being very much the contrary. I have described the bare and open plains as supporting, during a few weeks after the rainy season, a thin vegetation, which directly withers away and dries up: at this period the air appears to become quite poisonous; both natives and foreigners often being affected with violent fevers. On the other hand, the Galapagos Archipelago, in the Pacific, with a similar soil, and periodically subject to the same process of vegetation, is perfectly healthy. Humboldt has observed, that, "under the torrid zone, the smallest marshes are the most dangerous, being surrounded, as at Vera Cruz and Carthagena, with an arid and sandy soil, which raises the temperature of the ambient air." 165 On the coast of Peru, however, the temperature is not hot to any excessive degree; and perhaps in consequence, the intermittent fevers are not of the most malignant order. In all unhealthy countries the greatest risk is run by sleeping on shore. Is this owing to the state of the body during sleep, or to a greater abundance of miasma at such times? It appears certain that those who stay on board a vessel, though anchored at only a short distance from the coast, generally suffer less than those actually on shore. On the other hand, I have heard of one remarkable case where a fever broke out among the crew of a man-of-war some hundred miles off the coast of Africa, and at the same time one of those fearful periods 166 of death commenced at Sierra Leone.
The island of St. Jago, at Cape Verde, is a strong example of a place that seems like it should be very healthy but is actually quite the opposite. I've pointed out that the bare and open plains only support a sparse vegetation for a few weeks after the rainy season before they completely wither away and dry up. During this time, the air seems to become toxic; both locals and visitors often suffer from severe fevers. In contrast, the Galapagos Archipelago, which has similar soil and goes through the same vegetation cycles, is perfectly healthy. Humboldt noted that, “in the tropics, even small marshes are the most dangerous, surrounded as they are, like in Vera Cruz and Carthagena, by dry and sandy soil that raises the temperature of the air.” 165 However, along the coast of Peru, the temperature isn't excessively hot, and perhaps for that reason, the intermittent fevers aren't as severe. In all unhealthy regions, the biggest risk comes from sleeping on shore. Is this due to the body's condition during sleep, or is there just more miasma present during those times? It seems clear that those who stay on a vessel, even when anchored close to the coast, typically suffer less than those who are on land. However, I've heard of one notable case where a fever broke out among the crew of a warship several hundred miles off the coast of Africa, coinciding with one of those terrible periods 166 of death that started in Sierra Leone.
No state in South America, since the declaration of independence, has suffered more from anarchy than Peru. At the time of our visit, there were four chiefs in arms contending for supremacy in the government: if one succeeded in becoming for a time very powerful, the others coalesced against him; but no sooner were they victorious, than they were again hostile to each other. The other day, at the Anniversary of the Independence, high mass was performed, the President partaking of the sacrament: during the Te Deum laudamus, instead of each regiment displaying the Peruvian flag, a black one with death's head was unfurled. Imagine a government under which such a scene could be ordered, on such an occasion, to be typical of their determination of fighting to death! This state of affairs happened at a time very unfortunately for me, as I was precluded from taking any excursions much beyond the limits of the town. The barren island of St. Lorenzo, which forms the harbour, was nearly the only place where one could walk securely. The upper part, which is upwards of 1000 feet in height, during this season of the year (winter), comes within the lower limit of the clouds; and in consequence, an abundant cryptogamic vegetation, and a few flowers cover the summit. On the hills near Lima, at a height but little greater, the ground is carpeted with moss, and beds of beautiful yellow lilies, called Amancaes. This indicates a very much greater degree of humidity, than at a corresponding height at Iquique. Proceeding northward of Lima, the climate becomes damper, till on the banks of the Guayaquil, nearly under the equator, we find the most luxuriant forests. The change, however, from the sterile coast of Peru to that fertile land is described as taking place rather abruptly in the latitude of Cape Blanco, two degrees south of Guayaquil.
No country in South America has experienced more chaos than Peru since gaining independence. At the time of our visit, there were four leaders fighting for control of the government: whenever one became temporarily powerful, the others joined forces against him; but as soon as they won, they turned against each other again. Recently, during the Independence Anniversary, a high mass was held, with the President taking communion. During the Te Deum laudamus, instead of every regiment displaying the Peruvian flag, a black flag with a death's head was raised. Just think about a government that would allow such a scene to happen on such an important occasion, symbolizing their commitment to fight to the death! This situation was particularly unfortunate for me, as I was unable to take any trips far beyond the town limits. The barren island of St. Lorenzo, which forms the harbor, was nearly the only place where one could walk safely. The higher part, which is over 1,000 feet tall, during this time of year (winter), reaches into the clouds and as a result, has a rich growth of mosses and a few flowers at the summit. On the hills near Lima, at a slightly higher elevation, the ground is covered in moss and patches of beautiful yellow lilies called Amancaes. This shows a much higher level of humidity than at a similar height in Iquique. Heading north from Lima, the climate becomes wetter, until we reach the banks of the Guayaquil River, almost at the equator, where we find the most lush forests. However, the transition from the barren coast of Peru to that fertile land is described as happening quite suddenly at Cape Blanco, two degrees south of Guayaquil.
Callao is a filthy, ill-built, small seaport. The inhabitants, both here and at Lima, present every imaginable shade of mixture, between European, Negro, and Indian blood. They appear a depraved, drunken set of people. The atmosphere is loaded with foul smells, and that peculiar one, which may be perceived in almost every town within the tropics, was here very strong. The fortress, which withstood Lord Cochrane's long siege, has an imposing appearance. But the President, during our stay, sold the brass guns, and proceeded to dismantle parts of it. The reason assigned was, that he had not an officer to whom he could trust so important a charge. He himself had good reason for thinking so, as he had obtained the presidentship by rebelling while in charge of this same fortress. After we left South America, he paid the penalty in the usual manner, by being conquered, taken prisoner, and shot.
Callao is a dirty, poorly constructed, small seaport. The people living here and in Lima show every possible blend of European, African, and Indigenous ancestry. They come across as a corrupt, drunk crowd. The air is thick with unpleasant odors, and that distinctive smell found in almost every tropical town was particularly strong here. The fortress, which held out against Lord Cochrane's long siege, looks impressive. However, during our visit, the President sold the brass cannons and started to tear down parts of it. He claimed it was because he didn't have an officer he could trust with such an important responsibility. Given that he had taken the presidency by rebelling while in charge of this very fortress, he had good reason to think that way. After we left South America, he faced the usual consequences: he was conquered, captured, and executed.
Lima stands on a plain in a valley, formed during the gradual retreat of the sea. It is seven miles from Callao, and is elevated 500 feet above it; but from the slope being very gradual, the road appears absolutely level; so that when at Lima it is difficult to believe one has ascended even one hundred feet: Humboldt has remarked on this singularly deceptive case. Steep barren hills rise like islands from the plain, which is divided, by straight mud-walls, into large green fields. In these scarcely a tree grows excepting a few willows, and an occasional clump of bananas and of oranges. The city of Lima is now in a wretched state of decay: the streets are nearly unpaved; and heaps of filth are piled up in all directions, where the black gallinazos, tame as poultry, pick up bits of carrion. The houses have generally an upper story, built on account of the earthquakes, of plastered woodwork but some of the old ones, which are now used by several families, are immensely large, and would rival in suites of apartments the most magnificent in any place. Lima, the City of the Kings, must formerly have been a splendid town. The extraordinary number of churches gives it, even at the present day, a peculiar and striking character, especially when viewed from a short distance.
Lima is located on a plain in a valley that formed as the sea gradually receded. It's seven miles from Callao and sits 500 feet above it, but because the slope is so gentle, the road seems completely flat; when you're in Lima, it's hard to believe you've even climbed a hundred feet. Humboldt noted this surprisingly deceptive situation. Steep, barren hills rise like islands from the plain, which is divided by straight mud-walls into large green fields. In these fields, very few trees grow, apart from a few willows, and an occasional cluster of bananas and oranges. The city of Lima is now in a terrible state of decline: the streets are almost entirely unpaved, and piles of waste are scattered everywhere, where black scavenger birds, as tame as chickens, peck at bits of carrion. The houses typically have an upper story built to withstand earthquakes, made of plastered wood, but some of the older ones, which now house several families, are incredibly large and could compete with the most luxurious apartment suites anywhere. Lima, the City of the Kings, must have once been a magnificent town. The sheer number of churches gives it, even today, a unique and striking appearance, especially when seen from a short distance.
One day I went out with some merchants to hunt in the immediate vicinity of the city. Our sport was very poor; but I had an opportunity of seeing the ruins of one of the ancient Indian villages, with its mound like a natural hill in the centre. The remains of houses, enclosures, irrigating streams, and burial mounds, scattered over this plain, cannot fail to give one a high idea of the condition and number of the ancient population. When their earthenware, woollen clothes, utensils of elegant forms cut out of the hardest rocks, tools of copper, ornaments of precious stones, palaces, and hydraulic works, are considered, it is impossible not to respect the considerable advance made by them in the arts of civilization. The burial mounds, called Huacas, are really stupendous; although in some places they appear to be natural hills incased and modelled.
One day, I went out with some merchants to hunt near the city. Our hunting was pretty poor, but I had the chance to see the ruins of an ancient Indian village, with its mound resembling a natural hill in the center. The remains of houses, enclosures, irrigation streams, and burial mounds scattered across this plain definitely give one a sense of the size and condition of the ancient population. Considering their pottery, woolen clothing, beautifully crafted utensils made from the hardest rocks, copper tools, gemstone ornaments, palaces, and water management systems, it's hard not to respect the significant advancements they made in the arts of civilization. The burial mounds, known as Huacas, are truly impressive; though in some areas, they seem like natural hills that have been encased and shaped.
There is also another and very different class of ruins, which possesses some interest, namely, those of old Callao, overwhelmed by the great earthquake of 1746, and its accompanying wave. The destruction must have been more complete even than at Talcahuano. Quantities of shingle almost conceal the foundations of the walls, and vast masses of brickwork appear to have been whirled about like pebbles by the retiring waves. It has been stated that the land subsided during this memorable shock: I could not discover any proof of this; yet it seems far from improbable, for the form of the coast must certainly have undergone some change since the foundation of the old town; as no people in their senses would willingly have chosen for their building place, the narrow spit of shingle on which the ruins now stand. Since our voyage, M. Tschudi has come to the conclusion, by the comparison of old and modern maps, that the coast both north and south of Lima has certainly subsided.
There is also another very different type of ruins that holds some interest, specifically the remains of old Callao, which was devastated by the massive earthquake of 1746 and the resulting wave. The destruction seems to have been even more thorough than in Talcahuano. Large amounts of shingle nearly cover the foundations of the walls, and huge blocks of brickwork appear to have been tossed around like pebbles by the receding waves. It's been suggested that the land sank during this notable event: I couldn’t find any evidence of this, but it seems quite possible, as the shape of the coast must have changed since the old town was established; no sensible people would have chosen to build on the narrow strip of shingle where the ruins now lie. Since our journey, M. Tschudi has concluded, by comparing old and modern maps, that the coast both north and south of Lima has definitely sunk.
On the island of San Lorenzo, there are very satisfactory proofs of elevation within the recent period; this of course is not opposed to the belief, of a small sinking of the ground having subsequently taken place. The side of this island fronting the Bay of Callao, is worn into three obscure terraces, the lower one of which is covered by a bed a mile in length, almost wholly composed of shells of eighteen species, now living in the adjoining sea. The height of this bed is eighty-five feet. Many of the shells are deeply corroded, and have a much older and more decayed appearance than those at the height of 500 or 600 feet on the coast of Chile. These shells are associated with much common salt, a little sulphate of lime (both probably left by the evaporation of the spray, as the land slowly rose), together with sulphate of soda and muriate of lime. They rest on fragments of the underlying sandstone, and are covered by a few inches thick of detritus. The shells, higher up on this terrace could be traced scaling off in flakes, and falling into an impalpable powder; and on an upper terrace, at the height of 170 feet, and likewise at some considerably higher points, I found a layer of saline powder of exactly similar appearance, and lying in the same relative position. I have no doubt that this upper layer originally existed as a bed of shells, like that on the eighty-five-feet ledge; but it does not now contain even a trace of organic structure. The powder has been analyzed for me by Mr. T. Reeks; it consists of sulphates and muriates both of lime and soda, with very little carbonate of lime. It is known that common salt and carbonate of lime left in a mass for some time together, partly decompose each other; though this does not happen with small quantities in solution. As the half-decomposed shells in the lower parts are associated with much common salt, together with some of the saline substances composing the upper saline layer, and as these shells are corroded and decayed in a remarkable manner, I strongly suspect that this double decomposition has here taken place. The resultant salts, however, ought to be carbonate of soda and muriate of lime, the latter is present, but not the carbonate of soda. Hence I am led to imagine that by some unexplained means, the carbonate of soda becomes changed into the sulphate. It is obvious that the saline layer could not have been preserved in any country in which abundant rain occasionally fell: on the other hand, this very circumstance, which at first sight appears so highly favourable to the long preservation of exposed shells, has probably been the indirect means, through the common salt not having been washed away, of their decomposition and early decay.
On the island of San Lorenzo, there are clear signs of recent uplift, though it’s possible that the ground has also sunk a bit afterward. The side of the island facing the Bay of Callao features three subtle terraces, with the lowest covered by a bed nearly a mile long, primarily made up of shells from eighteen species that still live in the nearby sea. This shell bed is eighty-five feet high. Many of the shells are heavily worn and look much older and more deteriorated than those found at heights of 500 to 600 feet along the coast of Chile. These shells are found alongside a lot of common salt and a bit of gypsum (likely left behind by the evaporation of seawater as the land gradually rose), along with sodium sulfate and calcium chloride. They rest on pieces of the underlying sandstone, covered by a few inches of debris. Higher up on this terrace, the shells can be seen flaking off and turning into a fine powder; on an upper terrace at 170 feet high, and at several even higher points, I discovered a layer of saline powder with an identical appearance, maintaining the same relative position. I’m confident that this upper layer was once a bed of shells like the one at the eighty-five-foot level, but now it has no trace of organic matter. Mr. T. Reeks analyzed the powder for me, finding it composed of sulfates and chlorides of both calcium and sodium, with very little calcium carbonate. It’s known that common salt and calcium carbonate can partly decompose each other when left together in bulk, although this doesn’t occur with small amounts in solution. Given that the partially decomposed shells at the lower levels are found with a lot of common salt, along with some of the saline substances from the upper layer, and because these shells show significant corrosion and decay, I strongly suspect that this dual decomposition has occurred here. The resulting salts should be sodium carbonate and calcium chloride; while the latter is found, sodium carbonate is not. This leads me to believe that, through some unknown process, sodium carbonate is being converted into sulfate. It’s clear that the saline layer couldn’t have persisted in a region with frequent heavy rainfall; paradoxically, this very condition, which seems initially beneficial for preserving exposed shells, likely contributed to their decomposition and rapid decay due to the commons salts not being washed away.
I was much interested by finding on the terrace, at the height of eighty-five feet, embedded amidst the shells and much sea-drifted rubbish, some bits of cotton thread, plaited rush, and the head of a stalk of Indian corn: I compared these relics with similar ones taken out of the Huacas, or old Peruvian tombs, and found them identical in appearance. On the mainland in front of San Lorenzo, near Bellavista, there is an extensive and level plain about a hundred feet high, of which the lower part is formed of alternating layers of sand and impure clay, together with some gravel, and the surface, to the depth of from three to six feet, of a reddish loam, containing a few scattered sea-shells and numerous small fragments of coarse red earthenware, more abundant at certain spots than at others. At first I was inclined to believe that this superficial bed, from its wide extent and smoothness, must have been deposited beneath the sea; but I afterwards found in one spot, that it lay on an artificial floor of round stones. It seems, therefore, most probable that at a period when the land stood at a lower level there was a plain very similar to that now surrounding Callao, which being protected by a shingle beach, is raised but very little above the level of the sea. On this plain, with its underlying red-clay beds, I imagine that the Indians manufactured their earthen vessels; and that, during some violent earthquake, the sea broke over the beach, and converted the plain into a temporary lake, as happened round Callao in 1713 and 1746. The water would then have deposited mud, containing fragments of pottery from the kilns, more abundant at some spots than at others, and shells from the sea. This bed, with fossil earthenware, stands at about the same height with the shells on the lower terrace of San Lorenzo, in which the cotton-thread and other relics were embedded.
I was very interested to find on the terrace, at a height of eighty-five feet, embedded among the shells and driftwood, some pieces of cotton thread, braided rush, and the head of a stalk of Indian corn. I compared these items with similar ones taken from the Huacas, or old Peruvian tombs, and found them identical in appearance. On the mainland in front of San Lorenzo, near Bellavista, there is a wide, flat area about a hundred feet high, where the lower part consists of alternating layers of sand and impure clay, along with some gravel. The surface, extending three to six feet deep, consists of reddish loam that contains a few scattered sea shells and many small pieces of coarse red pottery, which are more common in certain places than others. Initially, I thought that this upper layer, due to its vastness and smoothness, must have been formed underwater; however, I later discovered in one location that it rested on an artificial floor of round stones. Therefore, it seems most likely that at a time when the land was at a lower level, there was a plain very similar to the one surrounding Callao, which, being protected by a shingle beach, is only slightly above sea level. On this plain, with its underlying red clay layers, I imagine the Indians made their pottery; and during a violent earthquake, the sea may have surged over the beach, turning the plain into a temporary lake, as occurred around Callao in 1713 and 1746. The water would have then deposited mud, containing pottery fragments from the kilns, more prevalent in some areas than others, along with shells from the sea. This layer, containing fossil pottery, is at about the same height as the shells on the lower terrace of San Lorenzo, where the cotton thread and other relics were embedded.
Hence we may safely conclude, that within the Indo-human period there has been an elevation, as before alluded to, of more than eighty-five feet; for some little elevation must have been lost by the coast having subsided since the old maps were engraved. At Valparaiso, although in the 220 years before our visit, the elevation cannot have exceeded nineteen feet, yet subsequently to 1817, there has been a rise, partly insensible and partly by a start during the shock of 1822, of ten or eleven feet. The antiquity of the Indo-human race here, judging by the eighty-five feet rise of the land since the relics were embedded, is the more remarkable, as on the coast of Patagonia, when the land stood about the same number of feet lower, the Macrauchenia was a living beast; but as the Patagonian coast is some way distant from the Cordillera, the rising there may have been slower than here. At Bahia Blanca, the elevation has been only a few feet since the numerous gigantic quadrupeds were there entombed; and, according to the generally received opinion, when these extinct animals were living, man did not exist. But the rising of that part of the coast of Patagonia, is perhaps no way connected with the Cordillera, but rather with a line of old volcanic rocks in Banda Oriental, so that it may have been infinitely slower than on the shores of Peru. All these speculations, however, must be vague; for who will pretend to say that there may not have been several periods of subsidence, intercalated between the movements of elevation; for we know that along the whole coast of Patagonia, there have certainly been many and long pauses in the upward action of the elevatory forces.
Therefore, we can confidently conclude that during the Indo-human period, there has been an increase in elevation of more than eighty-five feet, as previously mentioned; some elevation must have been lost due to the coastline sinking since the old maps were created. At Valparaiso, even though the elevation could not have exceeded nineteen feet 220 years before our visit, after 1817 there has been a rise—partly unnoticed and partly due to a jolt during the shock of 1822—of about ten or eleven feet. The age of the Indo-human race here is particularly striking given the eighty-five feet rise of the land since the artifacts were buried, especially since on the coast of Patagonia, when the land was about the same number of feet lower, the Macrauchenia was still alive; however, since the Patagonian coast is somewhat distant from the Cordillera, the rise there may have been slower than here. In Bahia Blanca, the elevation has only been a few feet since the many gigantic quadrupeds were buried there, and according to common belief, when these extinct animals were alive, humans did not exist. However, the rise of that part of the coast of Patagonia may not be connected with the Cordillera but rather with a line of ancient volcanic rocks in Banda Oriental, making it possibly much slower than on the shores of Peru. All these hypotheses, however, must remain uncertain; for who can claim that there weren't several periods of sinking interspersed between the elevations? We know that along the entire coast of Patagonia, there have certainly been many and prolonged pauses in the upward action of the elevatory forces.
CHAPTER XVII — GALAPAGOS ARCHIPELAGO
The whole Group Volcanic—Numbers of Craters—Leafless Bushes Colony at Charles Island—James Island—Salt-lake in Crater—Natural History of the Group—Ornithology, curious Finches—Reptiles—Great Tortoises, habits of—Marine Lizard, feeds on Sea-weed—Terrestrial Lizard, burrowing habits, herbivorous—Importance of Reptiles in the Archipelago—Fish, Shells, Insects—Botany—American Type of Organization—Differences in the Species or Races on different Islands—Tameness of the Birds—Fear of Man, an acquired Instinct.
The entire Volcanic Group—Number of Craters—Leafless Shrubs Colony at Charles Island—James Island—Salt Lake in Crater—Natural History of the Group—Birdlife, interesting Finches—Reptiles—Giant Tortoises, their habits—Marine Iguana, feeds on Seaweed—Land Iguana, burrowing habits, herbivorous—Importance of Reptiles in the Archipelago—Fish, Shells, Insects—Botany—American Type of Organization—Differences in Species or Races on different Islands—Birds' Tameness—Fear of Humans, an acquired Instinct.
SEPTEMBER 15th.—This archipelago consists of ten principal islands, of which five exceed the others in size. They are situated under the Equator, and between five and six hundred miles westward of the coast of America. They are all formed of volcanic rocks; a few fragments of granite curiously glazed and altered by the heat, can hardly be considered as an exception. Some of the craters, surmounting the larger islands, are of immense size, and they rise to a height of between three and four thousand feet. Their flanks are studded by innumerable smaller orifices. I scarcely hesitate to affirm, that there must be in the whole archipelago at least two thousand craters. These consist either of lava or scoriae, or of finely-stratified, sandstone-like tuff. Most of the latter are beautifully symmetrical; they owe their origin to eruptions of volcanic mud without any lava: it is a remarkable circumstance that every one of the twenty-eight tuff-craters which were examined, had their southern sides either much lower than the other sides, or quite broken down and removed. As all these craters apparently have been formed when standing in the sea, and as the waves from the trade wind and the swell from the open Pacific here unite their forces on the southern coasts of all the islands, this singular uniformity in the broken state of the craters, composed of the soft and yielding tuff, is easily explained.
SEPTEMBER 15th.—This group of islands consists of ten main islands, five of which are larger than the others. They are located just south of the Equator, around five to six hundred miles west of the coast of America. All of them are made up of volcanic rocks; a few pieces of granite that have been oddly glazed and altered by heat can barely be considered exceptions. Some of the craters on the larger islands are huge, reaching heights of three to four thousand feet. Their sides are covered in countless smaller openings. I confidently state that there are at least two thousand craters throughout the entire archipelago. These craters are made up of either lava or scoria, or of finely-layered, sandstone-like tuff. Most of the latter are beautifully symmetrical; they formed from volcanic mud eruptions without any lava. It's notable that every one of the twenty-eight tuff craters examined had their southern sides significantly lower than the other sides or completely broken down. Since all these craters seem to have formed while underwater, and because the waves from the trade winds and the swell from the open Pacific converge on the southern coasts of the islands, this striking uniformity in the damage to the craters made of the soft tuff is easily understood.
Considering that these islands are placed directly under the equator, the climate is far from being excessively hot; this seems chiefly caused by the singularly low temperature of the surrounding water, brought here by the great southern Polar current. Excepting during one short season, very little rain falls, and even then it is irregular; but the clouds generally hang low. Hence, whilst the lower parts of the islands are very sterile, the upper parts, at a height of a thousand feet and upwards, possess a damp climate and a tolerably luxuriant vegetation. This is especially the case on the windward sides of the islands, which first receive and condense the moisture from the atmosphere.
Given that these islands are located right on the equator, the climate isn't excessively hot. This is mainly due to the surprisingly low temperature of the surrounding water, brought in by the major southern Polar current. Except for a brief season, there’s very little rainfall, and even then it’s inconsistent; however, the clouds usually hang low. Therefore, while the lower areas of the islands are quite barren, the higher regions, at a thousand feet and above, have a moist climate and fairly lush vegetation. This is especially true on the windward sides of the islands, which are the first to receive and condense moisture from the atmosphere.

In the morning (17th) we landed on Chatham Island, which, like the others, rises with a tame and rounded outline, broken here and there by scattered hillocks, the remains of former craters. Nothing could be less inviting than the first appearance. A broken field of black basaltic lava, thrown into the most rugged waves, and crossed by great fissures, is everywhere covered by stunted, sun-burnt brushwood, which shows little signs of life. The dry and parched surface, being heated by the noon-day sun, gave to the air a close and sultry feeling, like that from a stove: we fancied even that the bushes smelt unpleasantly. Although I diligently tried to collect as many plants as possible, I succeeded in getting very few; and such wretched-looking little weeds would have better become an arctic than an equatorial Flora. The brushwood appears, from a short distance, as leafless as our trees during winter; and it was some time before I discovered that not only almost every plant was now in full leaf, but that the greater number were in flower. The commonest bush is one of the Euphorbiaceae: an acacia and a great odd-looking cactus are the only trees which afford any shade. After the season of heavy rains, the islands are said to appear for a short time partially green. The volcanic island of Fernando Noronha, placed in many respects under nearly similar conditions, is the only other country where I have seen a vegetation at all like this of the Galapagos Islands.
In the morning of the 17th, we landed on Chatham Island, which, like the others, has a gentle, rounded shape, occasionally interrupted by scattered hillocks, the remnants of former craters. The initial sight was far from inviting. A jagged landscape of black basaltic lava, shaped by rough waves and crossed by large cracks, is covered everywhere with stunted, sun-scorched shrubs that show little sign of life. The dry and parched ground, heated by the midday sun, made the air feel close and humid, like air from a stove: we even thought the bushes had an unpleasant smell. Despite my efforts to collect as many plants as possible, I ended up with very few; those pitiful little weeds seemed more suited to an arctic environment than to one near the equator. From a distance, the brushwood looks as leafless as our trees in winter; it took me a while to realize that almost every plant was actually full of leaves, with many in bloom. The most common bush belongs to the Euphorbiaceae family: an acacia and a strange-looking cactus are the only trees providing any shade. After the heavy rain season, the islands are said to briefly look somewhat green. The volcanic island of Fernando Noronha, which shares many similar conditions, is the only other place where I've seen vegetation even remotely like that of the Galapagos Islands.
The Beagle sailed round Chatham Island, and anchored in several bays. One night I slept on shore on a part of the island, where black truncated cones were extraordinarily numerous: from one small eminence I counted sixty of them, all surmounted by craters more or less perfect. The greater number consisted merely of a ring of red scoriae or slags, cemented together: and their height above the plain of lava was not more than from fifty to a hundred feet; none had been very lately active. The entire surface of this part of the island seems to have been permeated, like a sieve, by the subterranean vapours: here and there the lava, whilst soft, has been blown into great bubbles; and in other parts, the tops of caverns similarly formed have fallen in, leaving circular pits with steep sides. From the regular form of the many craters, they gave to the country an artificial appearance, which vividly reminded me of those parts of Staffordshire, where the great iron-foundries are most numerous. The day was glowing hot, and the scrambling over the rough surface and through the intricate thickets, was very fatiguing; but I was well repaid by the strange Cyclopean scene. As I was walking along I met two large tortoises, each of which must have weighed at least two hundred pounds: one was eating a piece of cactus, and as I approached, it stared at me and slowly walked away; the other gave a deep hiss, and drew in its head. These huge reptiles, surrounded by the black lava, the leafless shrubs, and large cacti, seemed to my fancy like some antediluvian animals. The few dull-coloured birds cared no more for me than they did for the great tortoises.
The Beagle sailed around Chatham Island and anchored in several bays. One night I slept on the shore in a part of the island where black, truncated cones were incredibly abundant: from one small rise, I counted sixty of them, each topped with craters that were more or less perfect. Most of them were just rings of red scoria or slag, held together, and their height above the lava plain was only about fifty to a hundred feet; none had been very active recently. The entire surface of this part of the island seemed to have been permeated like a sieve by the underground vapors: here and there, the lava, while still soft, had been blown into huge bubbles; in other areas, the tops of caverns had similarly collapsed, leaving behind circular pits with steep sides. Due to the uniform shape of many craters, the landscape had an artificial look that vividly reminded me of parts of Staffordshire, where large iron foundries are most common. The day was scorching hot, and scrambling over the rough terrain and through the dense thickets was quite exhausting; but the unusual Cyclopean scene made it worthwhile. As I walked along, I encountered two large tortoises, each weighing at least two hundred pounds: one was chomping on a piece of cactus, and as I got closer, it stared at me and slowly walked away; the other let out a deep hiss and retracted its head. These massive reptiles, surrounded by the black lava, leafless shrubs, and large cacti, reminded me of some prehistoric creatures. The few dull-colored birds paid no more attention to me than they did to the giant tortoises.
23rd.—The Beagle proceeded to Charles Island. This archipelago has long been frequented, first by the bucaniers, and latterly by whalers, but it is only within the last six years, that a small colony has been established here. The inhabitants are between two and three hundred in number; they are nearly all people of colour, who have been banished for political crimes from the Republic of the Equator, of which Quito is the capital. The settlement is placed about four and a half miles inland, and at a height probably of a thousand feet. In the first part of the road we passed through leafless thickets, as in Chatham Island. Higher up, the woods gradually became greener; and as soon as we crossed the ridge of the island, we were cooled by a fine southerly breeze, and our sight refreshed by a green and thriving vegetation. In this upper region coarse grasses and ferns abound; but there are no tree-ferns: I saw nowhere any member of the palm family, which is the more singular, as 360 miles northward, Cocos Island takes its name from the number of cocoa-nuts. The houses are irregularly scattered over a flat space of ground, which is cultivated with sweet potatoes and bananas. It will not easily be imagined how pleasant the sight of black mud was to us, after having been so long, accustomed to the parched soil of Peru and northern Chile. The inhabitants, although complaining of poverty, obtain, without much trouble, the means of subsistence. In the woods there are many wild pigs and goats; but the staple article of animal food is supplied by the tortoises. Their numbers have of course been greatly reduced in this island, but the people yet count on two days' hunting giving them food for the rest of the week. It is said that formerly single vessels have taken away as many as seven hundred, and that the ship's company of a frigate some years since brought down in one day two hundred tortoises to the beach.
23rd.—The Beagle moved on to Charles Island. This group of islands has long been visited, first by buccaneers and later by whalers, but it’s only in the last six years that a small community has been established here. The population is between two and three hundred people, mostly people of color who have been exiled for political crimes from the Republic of the Equator, whose capital is Quito. The settlement is located about four and a half miles inland, at an elevation of about a thousand feet. In the initial part of the journey, we passed through barren thickets, similar to those on Chatham Island. Further up, the woods became lusher; as soon as we crossed the ridge of the island, we were greeted by a refreshing southerly breeze and feasted our eyes on vibrant, thriving vegetation. In this higher area, coarse grasses and ferns were abundant, but there were no tree ferns; I didn’t see any palm trees, which is unusual because 360 miles north, Cocos Island is named after the abundance of coconuts. The houses are irregularly spread across a flat area of land that is farmed with sweet potatoes and bananas. It’s hard to describe how comforting the sight of black mud was to us after being so accustomed to the dry soil of Peru and northern Chile. The residents, despite claiming they are poor, manage to find enough to eat without much difficulty. There are many wild pigs and goats in the woods; however, the main source of animal food comes from tortoises. Their numbers have understandably dropped on this island, but the people still rely on two days of hunting for enough food for the rest of the week. It is said that in the past, single vessels have taken away as many as seven hundred tortoises, and that the crew of a frigate a few years ago collected two hundred tortoises in just one day on the beach.
September 29th.—We doubled the south-west extremity of Albemarle Island, and the next day were nearly becalmed between it and Narborough Island. Both are covered with immense deluges of black naked lava, which have flowed either over the rims of the great caldrons, like pitch over the rim of a pot in which it has been boiled, or have burst forth from smaller orifices on the flanks; in their descent they have spread over miles of the sea-coast. On both of these islands, eruptions are known to have taken place; and in Albemarle, we saw a small jet of smoke curling from the summit of one of the great craters. In the evening we anchored in Bank's Cove, in Albemarle Island. The next morning I went out walking. To the south of the broken tuff-crater, in which the Beagle was anchored, there was another beautifully symmetrical one of an elliptic form; its longer axis was a little less than a mile, and its depth about 500 feet. At its bottom there was a shallow lake, in the middle of which a tiny crater formed an islet. The day was overpoweringly hot, and the lake looked clear and blue: I hurried down the cindery slope, and, choked with dust, eagerly tasted the water—but, to my sorrow, I found it salt as brine.
September 29th.—We rounded the southwest tip of Albemarle Island, and the next day we were almost stuck between it and Narborough Island. Both are covered with huge flows of black, bare lava, which have either spilled over the edges of the big craters like hot pitch over the side of a cooking pot, or erupted from smaller openings on the slopes; as they flowed down, they spread over miles of coastline. Eruptions have occurred on both islands, and in Albemarle, we saw a small plume of smoke rising from the top of one of the large craters. In the evening, we anchored in Bank's Cove, on Albemarle Island. The next morning, I went out for a walk. To the south of the broken tuff-crater where the Beagle was anchored, there was another elegantly shaped elliptical one; its longer axis was just under a mile, and its depth about 500 feet. At the bottom, there was a shallow lake, in the middle of which a small crater made an islet. The day was extremely hot, and the lake looked clear and blue: I rushed down the cindery slope, and choked with dust, eagerly tasted the water—but to my disappointment, I found it was as salty as brine.
The rocks on the coast abounded with great black lizards, between three and four feet long; and on the hills, an ugly yellowish-brown species was equally common. We saw many of this latter kind, some clumsily running out of the way, and others shuffling into their burrows. I shall presently describe in more detail the habits of both these reptiles. The whole of this northern part of Albemarle Island is miserably sterile.
The rocks along the coast were filled with large black lizards, about three to four feet long; and on the hills, there was an ugly yellowish-brown species that was just as common. We spotted many of this second type, some awkwardly running out of the way and others shuffling into their burrows. I will describe the behaviors of both these reptiles in more detail soon. The entire northern part of Albemarle Island is incredibly barren.
October 8th.—We arrived at James Island: this island, as well as Charles Island, were long since thus named after our kings of the Stuart line. Mr. Bynoe, myself, and our servants were left here for a week, with provisions and a tent, whilst the Beagle went for water. We found here a party of Spaniards, who had been sent from Charles Island to dry fish, and to salt tortoise-meat. About six miles inland, and at the height of nearly 2000 feet, a hovel had been built in which two men lived, who were employed in catching tortoises, whilst the others were fishing on the coast. I paid this party two visits, and slept there one night. As in the other islands, the lower region was covered by nearly leafless bushes, but the trees were here of a larger growth than elsewhere, several being two feet and some even two feet nine inches in diameter. The upper region being kept damp by the clouds, supports a green and flourishing vegetation. So damp was the ground, that there were large beds of a coarse cyperus, in which great numbers of a very small water-rail lived and bred. While staying in this upper region, we lived entirely upon tortoise-meat: the breast-plate roasted (as the Gauchos do carne con cuero), with the flesh on it, is very good; and the young tortoises make excellent soup; but otherwise the meat to my taste is indifferent.
October 8th.—We arrived at James Island; this island, along with Charles Island, was named after our kings from the Stuart dynasty long ago. Mr. Bynoe, I, and our servants stayed here for a week with supplies and a tent while the Beagle went to get water. We found a group of Spaniards who had been sent from Charles Island to dry fish and salt tortoise meat. About six miles inland, at almost 2000 feet elevation, there was a small hut where two men lived, catching tortoises while the others fished along the coast. I visited this group twice and stayed overnight once. Like the other islands, the lower area was covered with mostly leafless shrubs, but the trees here were bigger than in other places, with several measuring two feet and some even up to two feet nine inches in diameter. The upper area, kept moist by clouds, supported lush green vegetation. The ground was so damp that there were large patches of a coarse cyperus, home to many small water-rails that lived and bred there. During our time in the upper region, we lived entirely on tortoise meat: the roasted breastplate (as the Gauchos make carne con cuero) with the flesh attached is quite good, and young tortoises make excellent soup; otherwise, I found the meat rather unappealing.
One day we accompanied a party of the Spaniards in their whale-boat to a salina, or lake from which salt is procured. After landing, we had a very rough walk over a rugged field of recent lava, which has almost surrounded a tuff-crater, at the bottom of which the salt-lake lies. The water is only three or four inches deep, and rests on a layer of beautifully crystallized, white salt. The lake is quite circular, and is fringed with a border of bright green succulent plants; the almost precipitous walls of the crater are clothed with wood, so that the scene was altogether both picturesque and curious. A few years since, the sailors belonging to a sealing-vessel murdered their captain in this quiet spot; and we saw his skull lying among the bushes.
One day, we joined a group of Spaniards in their whale boat to a salina, or lake where salt is harvested. After we landed, we had a tough walk across a rough field of recent lava that almost surrounds a tuff crater, where the salt lake is located. The water is only three or four inches deep and sits on a layer of beautifully crystallized white salt. The lake is nearly circular and is lined with bright green succulent plants; the almost vertical walls of the crater are covered in trees, making the scene both picturesque and intriguing. A few years earlier, sailors from a sealing ship had murdered their captain in this quiet spot, and we found his skull lying among the bushes.
During the greater part of our stay of a week, the sky was cloudless, and if the trade-wind failed for an hour, the heat became very oppressive. On two days, the thermometer within the tent stood for some hours at 93 degs.; but in the open air, in the wind and sun, at only 85 degs. The sand was extremely hot; the thermometer placed in some of a brown colour immediately rose to 137 degs., and how much above that it would have risen, I do not know, for it was not graduated any higher. The black sand felt much hotter, so that even in thick boots it was quite disagreeable to walk over it.
During most of our week-long stay, the sky was clear, and whenever the trade winds stopped for an hour, the heat became really intense. On two days, the thermometer inside the tent reached 93°F for several hours, but outside in the wind and sun, it was only 85°F. The sand was extremely hot; when I put a thermometer in some brown sand, it quickly shot up to 137°F, and I have no idea how much higher it would have gone since it didn’t measure beyond that. The black sand felt even hotter, making it quite uncomfortable to walk on, even with thick boots.
The natural history of these islands is eminently curious, and well deserves attention. Most of the organic productions are aboriginal creations, found nowhere else; there is even a difference between the inhabitants of the different islands; yet all show a marked relationship with those of America, though separated from that continent by an open space of ocean, between 500 and 600 miles in width. The archipelago is a little world within itself, or rather a satellite attached to America, whence it has derived a few stray colonists, and has received the general character of its indigenous productions. Considering the small size of the islands, we feel the more astonished at the number of their aboriginal beings, and at their confined range. Seeing every height crowned with its crater, and the boundaries of most of the lava-streams still distinct, we are led to believe that within a period geologically recent the unbroken ocean was here spread out. Hence, both in space and time, we seem to be brought somewhat near to that great fact—that mystery of mysteries—the first appearance of new beings on this earth.
The natural history of these islands is incredibly fascinating and definitely deserves our attention. Most of the native species are unique creations found nowhere else; there are even differences among the inhabitants of the various islands. Still, they all have a clear connection to those in America, even though they are separated from the continent by an open stretch of ocean that is about 500 to 600 miles wide. The archipelago is like a small world on its own, or more like a satellite linked to America, from which it has gotten a few random settlers and has taken on the general characteristics of its native species. Given the small size of the islands, we are even more amazed by the number of their native creatures and their limited range. With every peak topped by a crater, and most of the lava flows still clearly visible, it seems likely that not too long ago, an unbroken ocean covered this area. Thus, both in space and time, we find ourselves somewhat close to that great fact—the mystery of mysteries—the first appearance of new living beings on Earth.
Of terrestrial mammals, there is only one which must be considered as indigenous, namely, a mouse (Mus Galapagoensis), and this is confined, as far as I could ascertain, to Chatham Island, the most easterly island of the group. It belongs, as I am informed by Mr. Waterhouse, to a division of the family of mice characteristic of America. At James Island, there is a rat sufficiently distinct from the common kind to have been named and described by Mr. Waterhouse; but as it belongs to the old-world division of the family, and as this island has been frequented by ships for the last hundred and fifty years, I can hardly doubt that this rat is merely a variety produced by the new and peculiar climate, food, and soil, to which it has been subjected. Although no one has a right to speculate without distinct facts, yet even with respect to the Chatham Island mouse, it should be borne in mind, that it may possibly be an American species imported here; for I have seen, in a most unfrequented part of the Pampas, a native mouse living in the roof of a newly built hovel, and therefore its transportation in a vessel is not improbable: analogous facts have been observed by Dr. Richardson in North America.
Among land mammals, there is only one that can be considered native, which is a mouse (Mus Galapagoensis), and it seems to be limited to Chatham Island, the easternmost island of the group. According to Mr. Waterhouse, it belongs to a group of mice that are typical of America. On James Island, there's a rat that is different enough from the common type to have been named and described by Mr. Waterhouse; however, since it belongs to the old-world category of the family and this island has been visited by ships for the last hundred and fifty years, I find it hard to believe that this rat is anything more than a variation created by the new and unique climate, food, and soil it has adapted to. While no one should speculate without solid evidence, it should be noted that the Chatham Island mouse could possibly be an American species brought here; I've seen a local mouse living in the roof of a newly built hut in a remote area of the Pampas, so its transport by a ship isn't out of the question: similar cases have been reported by Dr. Richardson in North America.
Of land-birds I obtained twenty-six kinds, all peculiar to the group and found nowhere else, with the exception of one lark-like finch from North America (Dolichonyx oryzivorus), which ranges on that continent as far north as 54 degs., and generally frequents marshes. The other twenty-five birds consist, firstly, of a hawk, curiously intermediate in structure between a buzzard and the American group of carrion-feeding Polybori; and with these latter birds it agrees most closely in every habit and even tone of voice. Secondly, there are two owls, representing the short-eared and white barn-owls of Europe. Thirdly, a wren, three tyrant-flycatchers (two of them species of Pyrocephalus, one or both of which would be ranked by some ornithologists as only varieties), and a dove—all analogous to, but distinct from, American species. Fourthly, a swallow, which though differing from the Progne purpurea of both Americas, only in being rather duller colored, smaller, and slenderer, is considered by Mr. Gould as specifically distinct. Fifthly, there are three species of mocking thrush—a form highly characteristic of America. The remaining land-birds form a most singular group of finches, related to each other in the structure of their beaks, short tails, form of body and plumage: there are thirteen species, which Mr. Gould has divided into four sub-groups. All these species are peculiar to this archipelago; and so is the whole group, with the exception of one species of the sub-group Cactornis, lately brought from Bow Island, in the Low Archipelago. Of Cactornis, the two species may be often seen climbing about the flowers of the great cactus-trees; but all the other species of this group of finches, mingled together in flocks, feed on the dry and sterile ground of the lower districts. The males of all, or certainly of the greater number, are jet black; and the females (with perhaps one or two exceptions) are brown. The most curious fact is the perfect gradation in the size of the beaks in the different species of Geospiza, from one as large as that of a hawfinch to that of a chaffinch, and (if Mr. Gould is right in including his sub-group, Certhidea, in the main group) even to that of a warbler. The largest beak in the genus Geospiza is shown in Fig. 1, and the smallest in Fig. 3; but instead of there being only one intermediate species, with a beak of the size shown in Fig. 2, there are no less than six species with insensibly graduated beaks. The beak of the sub-group Certhidea, is shown in Fig. 4. The beak of Cactornis is somewhat like that of a starling, and that of the fourth sub-group, Camarhynchus, is slightly parrot-shaped.
I discovered twenty-six types of land birds, all unique to this region and not found anywhere else, except for one lark-like finch from North America (Dolichonyx oryzivorus), which can be found as far north as 54 degrees and usually inhabits marshes. The other twenty-five birds include a hawk that has an interesting structure resembling both a buzzard and the American group of carrion-eating Polybori; it shares many habits and even the same tone of voice with these latter birds. Next, there are two owls that correspond to the short-eared and white barn owls of Europe. Then, there’s a wren, three tyrant-flycatchers (two of which are species of Pyrocephalus, with some ornithologists potentially considering them as just varieties), and a dove—all similar to but distinct from American species. Additionally, there’s a swallow that, while different from the Progne purpurea of both Americas only in being somewhat duller in color, smaller, and slimmer, is regarded by Mr. Gould as a distinct species. Furthermore, there are three species of mocking thrush, which is a type characteristic of America. The rest of the land birds form a unique group of finches related through their beak structures, short tails, body shapes, and plumage: there are thirteen species, which Mr. Gould has categorized into four sub-groups. All of these species are unique to this archipelago, with the exception of one species from the sub-group Cactornis, recently found on Bow Island in the Low Archipelago. The two species of Cactornis can often be seen climbing around the flowers of the large cactus trees, but all the other species in this finch group, mixed together in flocks, feed on the dry and barren ground of the lower areas. Most males, or at least the majority, are jet black, while the females (with perhaps one or two exceptions) are brown. What’s most intriguing is the perfect gradation in the size of the beaks across different Geospiza species, ranging from one as large as that of a hawfinch to one the size of a chaffinch, and (if Mr. Gould is correct in including his sub-group Certhidea in the main group) even down to a warbler's beak. The largest beak in the genus Geospiza is illustrated in Fig. 1, and the smallest in Fig. 3; however, instead of just one intermediate species with a beak size shown in Fig. 2, there are actually six species with subtly varying beak sizes. The beak of the Certhidea sub-group is represented in Fig. 4. The beak of Cactornis resembles that of a starling, and the beak of the fourth sub-group, Camarhynchus, is slightly shaped like that of a parrot.

Seeing this gradation and diversity of structure in one small, intimately related group of birds, one might really fancy that from an original paucity of birds in this archipelago, one species had been taken and modified for different ends. In a like manner it might be fancied that a bird originally a buzzard, had been induced here to undertake the office of the carrion-feeding Polybori of the American continent.
Seeing the variety and differences in structure among this small, closely related group of birds, one might truly imagine that from a limited number of birds in this archipelago, one species was taken and adapted for various purposes. Likewise, it could be imagined that a bird originally a buzzard was brought here to take on the role of the carrion-eating Polybori of the American continent.
Of waders and water-birds I was able to get only eleven kinds, and of these only three (including a rail confined to the damp summits of the islands) are new species. Considering the wandering habits of the gulls, I was surprised to find that the species inhabiting these islands is peculiar, but allied to one from the southern parts of South America. The far greater peculiarity of the land-birds, namely, twenty-five out of twenty-six, being new species, or at least new races, compared with the waders and web-footed birds, is in accordance with the greater range which these latter orders have in all parts of the world. We shall hereafter see this law of aquatic forms, whether marine or fresh-water, being less peculiar at any given point of the earth's surface than the terrestrial forms of the same classes, strikingly illustrated in the shells, and in a lesser degree in the insects of this archipelago.
I was able to find only eleven types of waders and waterbirds, and of these, only three (including a rail that is only found in the damp highlands of the islands) are new species. Given the wandering habits of gulls, I was surprised to discover that the species found on these islands is unique but related to one from the southern regions of South America. The much greater uniqueness of the land birds—twenty-five out of twenty-six being new species or at least new varieties—compared to the waders and web-footed birds aligns with the wider range that these latter groups have across the world. We will later see this trend of aquatic forms, whether marine or freshwater, being less distinct at any specific location on Earth than the land forms of the same types, vividly demonstrated in the shells and, to a lesser extent, in the insects of this archipelago.
Two of the waders are rather smaller than the same species brought from other places: the swallow is also smaller, though it is doubtful whether or not it is distinct from its analogue. The two owls, the two tyrant-catchers (Pyrocephalus) and the dove, are also smaller than the analogous but distinct species, to which they are most nearly related; on the other hand, the gull is rather larger. The two owls, the swallow, all three species of mocking-thrush, the dove in its separate colours though not in its whole plumage, the Totanus, and the gull, are likewise duskier coloured than their analogous species; and in the case of the mocking-thrush and Totanus, than any other species of the two genera. With the exception of a wren with a fine yellow breast, and of a tyrant-flycatcher with a scarlet tuft and breast, none of the birds are brilliantly coloured, as might have been expected in an equatorial district. Hence it would appear probable, that the same causes which here make the immigrants of some peculiar species smaller, make most of the peculiar Galapageian species also smaller, as well as very generally more dusky coloured. All the plants have a wretched, weedy appearance, and I did not see one beautiful flower. The insects, again, are small-sized and dull-coloured, and, as Mr. Waterhouse informs me, there is nothing in their general appearance which would have led him to imagine that they had come from under the equator. 171 The birds, plants, and insects have a desert character, and are not more brilliantly coloured than those from southern Patagonia; we may, therefore, conclude that the usual gaudy colouring of the intertropical productions, is not related either to the heat or light of those zones, but to some other cause, perhaps to the conditions of existence being generally favourable to life.
Two of the waders are somewhat smaller than the same species found in other areas; the swallow is also smaller, although it’s uncertain if it’s different from its counterpart. The two owls, the two tyrant-catchers (Pyrocephalus), and the dove are also smaller than their related but distinct species; on the other hand, the gull is somewhat larger. The two owls, the swallow, all three species of mocking-thrush, the dove in its various colors but not in its entire plumage, the Totanus, and the gull are also darker in color than their respective species; in the case of the mocking-thrush and Totanus, they are darker than any other species in their two genera. Aside from a wren with a bright yellow breast and a tyrant-flycatcher with a red tuft and breast, none of the birds are vibrantly colored, which might have been expected in an equatorial region. Therefore, it seems likely that the same factors causing some of the immigrant species to be smaller here also contribute to most of the unique Galapagos species being smaller and generally darker. All the plants look scrappy and weedy, and I didn’t see a single beautiful flower. The insects, likewise, are small and dull-colored, and, as Mr. Waterhouse tells me, there’s nothing in their overall appearance that would make him think they came from under the equator. 171 The birds, plants, and insects have a barren character and are not more brightly colored than those from southern Patagonia; therefore, we can conclude that the usual bright colors of tropical species are not linked to the heat or light of those regions, but rather to some other factor, possibly to the living conditions being generally favorable to life.
We will now turn to the order of reptiles, which gives the most striking character to the zoology of these islands. The species are not numerous, but the numbers of individuals of each species are extraordinarily great. There is one small lizard belonging to a South American genus, and two species (and probably more) of the Amblyrhynchus—a genus confined to the Galapagos Islands. There is one snake which is numerous; it is identical, as I am informed by M. Bibron, with the Psammophis Temminckii from Chile. 172 Of sea-turtle I believe there are more than one species, and of tortoises there are, as we shall presently show, two or three species or races. Of toads and frogs there are none: I was surprised at this, considering how well suited for them the temperate and damp upper woods appeared to be. It recalled to my mind the remark made by Bory St. Vincent, 173 namely, that none of this family are found on any of the volcanic islands in the great oceans. As far as I can ascertain from various works, this seems to hold good throughout the Pacific, and even in the large islands of the Sandwich archipelago. Mauritius offers an apparent exception, where I saw the Rana Mascariensis in abundance: this frog is said now to inhabit the Seychelles, Madagascar, and Bourbon; but on the other hand, Du Bois, in his voyage in 1669, states that there were no reptiles in Bourbon except tortoises; and the Officier du Roi asserts that before 1768 it had been attempted, without success, to introduce frogs into Mauritius—I presume for the purpose of eating: hence it may be well doubted whether this frog is an aboriginal of these islands. The absence of the frog family in the oceanic islands is the more remarkable, when contrasted with the case of lizards, which swarm on most of the smallest islands. May this difference not be caused, by the greater facility with which the eggs of lizards, protected by calcareous shells might be transported through salt-water, than could the slimy spawn of frogs?
We will now look at the order of reptiles, which gives a distinct character to the wildlife of these islands. The species aren't many, but the population of each species is incredibly high. There’s one small lizard from a South American genus, and two species (possibly more) of the Amblyrhynchus—a genus found only in the Galapagos Islands. There’s a common snake that is the same as the Psammophis Temminckii from Chile, according to M. Bibron. 172 I believe there are more than one species of sea turtles, and as we will show soon, there are two or three species or variations of tortoises. There are no toads or frogs, which surprised me, given how suitable the temperate and damp upper woods seemed for them. It reminded me of a remark from Bory St. Vincent, 173 noting that none of this family are found on any of the volcanic islands in the great oceans. As far as I can tell from various sources, this appears to be true throughout the Pacific, even in the larger islands of the Sandwich archipelago. Mauritius seems to be an exception, where I saw the Rana Mascariensis in large numbers: this frog is now said to inhabit the Seychelles, Madagascar, and Bourbon; however, on the other hand, Du Bois, in his voyage in 1669, states there were no reptiles in Bourbon except tortoises; and the Officier du Roi claims that before 1768 attempts were made, without success, to introduce frogs into Mauritius—I assume for consumption purposes: therefore, it’s quite questionable whether this frog is native to these islands. The absence of frogs in oceanic islands is even more striking when compared to lizards, which are abundant on most small islands. Could this difference be due to the fact that lizard eggs, protected by calcareous shells, might be transported through salt-water more easily than the slimy spawn of frogs?
I will first describe the habits of the tortoise (Testudo nigra, formerly called Indica), which has been so frequently alluded to. These animals are found, I believe, on all the islands of the archipelago; certainly on the greater number. They frequent in preference the high damp parts, but they likewise live in the lower and arid districts. I have already shown, from the numbers which have been caught in a single day, how very numerous they must be. Some grow to an immense size: Mr. Lawson, an Englishman, and vice-governor of the colony, told us that he had seen several so large, that it required six or eight men to lift them from the ground; and that some had afforded as much as two hundred pounds of meat. The old males are the largest, the females rarely growing to so great a size: the male can readily be distinguished from the female by the greater length of its tail. The tortoises which live on those islands where there is no water, or in the lower and arid parts of the others, feed chiefly on the succulent cactus. Those which frequent the higher and damp regions, eat the leaves of various trees, a kind of berry (called guayavita) which is acid and austere, and likewise a pale green filamentous lichen (Usnera plicata), that hangs from the boughs of the trees.
I will first describe the habits of the tortoise (Testudo nigra, formerly called Indica), which has been mentioned so often. These animals are found, I believe, on all the islands of the archipelago; definitely on most of them. They prefer to stay in the high, damp areas, but they also live in the lower and drier regions. I've already shown, based on the number caught in a single day, just how numerous they must be. Some can grow to an enormous size: Mr. Lawson, an Englishman and vice-governor of the colony, told us he had seen several so big that it took six or eight men to lift them off the ground; and that some provided as much as two hundred pounds of meat. The older males are the largest, with females rarely reaching such sizes: you can easily tell the male from the female by its longer tail. The tortoises that live on islands without water, or in the lower, dry parts of others, mainly eat the succulent cactus. Those that live in the higher, damp regions eat the leaves of various trees, a type of berry (called guayavita) that is sour and harsh, as well as a pale green, thread-like lichen (Usnera plicata) that hangs from tree branches.
The tortoise is very fond of water, drinking large quantities, and wallowing in the mud. The larger islands alone possess springs, and these are always situated towards the central parts, and at a considerable height. The tortoises, therefore, which frequent the lower districts, when thirsty, are obliged to travel from a long distance. Hence broad and well-beaten paths branch off in every direction from the wells down to the sea-coast; and the Spaniards by following them up, first discovered the watering-places. When I landed at Chatham Island, I could not imagine what animal travelled so methodically along well-chosen tracks. Near the springs it was a curious spectacle to behold many of these huge creatures, one set eagerly travelling onwards with outstretched necks, and another set returning, after having drunk their fill. When the tortoise arrives at the spring, quite regardless of any spectator, he buries his head in the water above his eyes, and greedily swallows great mouthfuls, at the rate of about ten in a minute. The inhabitants say each animal stays three or four days in the neighbourhood of the water, and then returns to the lower country; but they differed respecting the frequency of these visits. The animal probably regulates them according to the nature of the food on which it has lived. It is, however, certain, that tortoises can subsist even on these islands where there is no other water than what falls during a few rainy days in the year.
The tortoise loves water, drinking a lot and rolling around in the mud. Only the larger islands have springs, which are usually found in the central areas and at a significant height. Because of this, tortoises that stay in the lower regions have to travel from far away when they're thirsty. This has created broad and well-trodden paths that lead from the wells to the coastline, and the Spaniards discovered the watering holes by following these trails. When I landed on Chatham Island, I couldn’t figure out what animal was so methodical in its movements along these well-chosen tracks. Near the springs, it was fascinating to see many of these large creatures, some hurrying towards the water with their necks stretched out, while others were coming back after having their fill. When a tortoise gets to the spring, it completely ignores any onlookers and buries its head in the water, greedily gulping down mouthfuls at a rate of about ten per minute. The locals say each tortoise stays in the area for three or four days before heading back to the lower land, but they disagreed on how often these visits happen. It's likely that the tortoise schedules its trips based on the type of food available. However, it’s clear that tortoises can live even on islands where the only water comes from a few rainy days each year.
I believe it is well ascertained, that the bladder of the frog acts as a reservoir for the moisture necessary to its existence: such seems to be the case with the tortoise. For some time after a visit to the springs, their urinary bladders are distended with fluid, which is said gradually to decrease in volume, and to become less pure. The inhabitants, when walking in the lower district, and overcome with thirst, often take advantage of this circumstance, and drink the contents of the bladder if full: in one I saw killed, the fluid was quite limpid, and had only a very slightly bitter taste. The inhabitants, however, always first drink the water in the pericardium, which is described as being best.
I believe it's well established that a frog's bladder serves as a reservoir for the moisture it needs to survive; the same seems to apply to the tortoise. After visiting the springs, their urinary bladders fill up with fluid, which is said to gradually decrease in amount and become less pure. The locals, when walking in the lowlands and feeling thirsty, often take advantage of this situation and drink the fluid from the bladder if it's full. In one I saw killed, the fluid was very clear and had only a slightly bitter taste. However, the locals always drink the water in the pericardium first, which is said to be the best.
The tortoises, when purposely moving towards any point, travel by night and day, and arrive at their journey's end much sooner than would be expected. The inhabitants, from observing marked individuals, consider that they travel a distance of about eight miles in two or three days. One large tortoise, which I watched, walked at the rate of sixty yards in ten minutes, that is 360 yards in the hour, or four miles a day,—allowing a little time for it to eat on the road. During the breeding season, when the male and female are together, the male utters a hoarse roar or bellowing, which, it is said, can be heard at the distance of more than a hundred yards. The female never uses her voice, and the male only at these times; so that when the people hear this noise, they know that the two are together. They were at this time (October) laying their eggs. The female, where the soil is sandy, deposits them together, and covers them up with sand; but where the ground is rocky she drops them indiscriminately in any hole: Mr. Bynoe found seven placed in a fissure. The egg is white and spherical; one which I measured was seven inches and three-eighths in circumference, and therefore larger than a hen's egg. The young tortoises, as soon as they are hatched, fall a prey in great numbers to the carrion-feeding buzzard. The old ones seem generally to die from accidents, as from falling down precipices: at least, several of the inhabitants told me, that they never found one dead without some evident cause.
The tortoises, when intentionally heading towards a destination, travel both night and day and reach their goal much faster than you might think. Locals, by observing specific individuals, believe they cover around eight miles in two or three days. One large tortoise I watched moved at a pace of sixty yards in ten minutes, which totals 360 yards per hour, or about four miles a day—considering it stops a bit to eat along the way. During the breeding season, when the male and female are together, the male makes a loud roar or bellow that can be heard from over a hundred yards away. The female doesn't make a sound, and the male only vocalizes during this time, so when people hear this noise, they know the two are together. This was happening in October when they were laying their eggs. The female, in sandy areas, digs a hole to deposit her eggs and covers them with sand; but where the ground is rocky, she drops them in whatever hole she finds. Mr. Bynoe discovered seven eggs in a crack. The egg is white and round; one that I measured had a circumference of seven inches and three-eighths, making it larger than a hen's egg. The baby tortoises, as soon as they hatch, become easy targets for scavenging buzzards. The older ones seem to usually die from accidents, like falling off cliffs. Several locals mentioned that they've never found a dead one without noticing a clear cause.
The inhabitants believe that these animals are absolutely deaf; certainly they do not overhear a person walking close behind them. I was always amused when overtaking one of these great monsters, as it was quietly pacing along, to see how suddenly, the instant I passed, it would draw in its head and legs, and uttering a deep hiss fall to the ground with a heavy sound, as if struck dead. I frequently got on their backs, and then giving a few raps on the hinder part of their shells, they would rise up and walk away;—but I found it very difficult to keep my balance. The flesh of this animal is largely employed, both fresh and salted; and a beautifully clear oil is prepared from the fat. When a tortoise is caught, the man makes a slit in the skin near its tail, so as to see inside its body, whether the fat under the dorsal plate is thick. If it is not, the animal is liberated and it is said to recover soon from this strange operation. In order to secure the tortoise, it is not sufficient to turn them like turtle, for they are often able to get on their legs again.
The locals believe that these animals are completely deaf; they definitely don’t notice someone walking right behind them. I always found it amusing when I passed one of these huge creatures as it quietly walked along. The moment I went by, it would pull in its head and legs and let out a deep hiss before dropping to the ground with a heavy thud, as if it had been struck dead. I often climbed onto their backs, and after tapping a few times on the back of their shells, they would get up and walk away; but I found it really hard to keep my balance. The flesh of this animal is widely used, both fresh and salted, and a beautifully clear oil is made from its fat. When a tortoise is caught, the person makes a cut in the skin near its tail to check inside its body to see if the fat under the shell is thick. If it isn’t, the animal is released, and it’s said to recover quickly from this strange procedure. To catch a tortoise, it’s not enough to just flip them like turtles, because they can often manage to get back on their legs again.
There can be little doubt that this tortoise is an aboriginal inhabitant of the Galapagos; for it is found on all, or nearly all, the islands, even on some of the smaller ones where there is no water; had it been an imported species, this would hardly have been the case in a group which has been so little frequented. Moreover, the old Bucaniers found this tortoise in greater numbers even than at present: Wood and Rogers also, in 1708, say that it is the opinion of the Spaniards, that it is found nowhere else in this quarter of the world. It is now widely distributed; but it may be questioned whether it is in any other place an aboriginal. The bones of a tortoise at Mauritius, associated with those of the extinct Dodo, have generally been considered as belonging to this tortoise; if this had been so, undoubtedly it must have been there indigenous; but M. Bibron informs me that he believes that it was distinct, as the species now living there certainly is.
There’s no doubt that this tortoise is a native of the Galapagos, as it can be found on almost all of the islands, even on some of the smaller ones that lack water. If it were an imported species, it’s unlikely that it would be so widespread in an area that is rarely visited. Additionally, the old Buccaneers found this tortoise in even greater numbers than we see today. Wood and Rogers remarked in 1708 that the Spaniards believed it was only found in this part of the world. While it is now spread out more widely, it’s questionable whether it is considered native anywhere else. Bones of a tortoise found in Mauritius, alongside those of the extinct Dodo, have typically been thought to belong to this tortoise; if that were the case, it must have been native there. However, M. Bibron told me he believes it was a different species, just like the one that currently exists there.
The Amblyrhynchus, a remarkable genus of lizards, is confined to this archipelago; there are two species, resembling each other in general form, one being terrestrial and the other aquatic.
The Amblyrhynchus, an impressive group of lizards, is found only in this archipelago; there are two species that look similar in overall shape, one being land-dwelling and the other aquatic.

This latter species (A. cristatus) was first characterized by Mr. Bell, who well foresaw, from its short, broad head, and strong claws of equal length, that its habits of life would turn out very peculiar, and different from those of its nearest ally, the Iguana. It is extremely common on all the islands throughout the group, and lives exclusively on the rocky sea-beaches, being never found, at least I never saw one, even ten yards in-shore. It is a hideous-looking creature, of a dirty black colour, stupid, and sluggish in its movements. The usual length of a full-grown one is about a yard, but there are some even four feet long; a large one weighed twenty pounds: on the island of Albemarle they seem to grow to a greater size than elsewhere. Their tails are flattened sideways, and all four feet partially webbed. They are occasionally seen some hundred yards from the shore, swimming about; and Captain Collnett, in his Voyage says, "They go to sea in herds a-fishing, and sun themselves on the rocks; and may be called alligators in miniature." It must not, however, be supposed that they live on fish. When in the water this lizard swims with perfect ease and quickness, by a serpentine movement of its body and flattened tail—the legs being motionless and closely collapsed on its sides. A seaman on board sank one, with a heavy weight attached to it, thinking thus to kill it directly; but when, an hour afterwards, he drew up the line, it was quite active. Their limbs and strong claws are admirably adapted for crawling over the rugged and fissured masses of lava, which everywhere form the coast. In such situations, a group of six or seven of these hideous reptiles may oftentimes be seen on the black rocks, a few feet above the surf, basking in the sun with outstretched legs.
This species (A. cristatus) was first described by Mr. Bell, who rightly predicted, based on its short, broad head and strong, equally sized claws, that its way of life would be quite unique and different from its closest relative, the Iguana. It’s very common on all the islands in the group and exclusively lives on the rocky sea beaches, as I’ve never seen one even ten yards inland. It’s a rather ugly creature, with a dirty black color, and it moves slowly and clumsily. A fully grown one is usually about a yard long, but some can be as long as four feet, and a large one can weigh up to twenty pounds; on Albemarle Island, they seem to grow larger than anywhere else. Their tails are flattened on the sides, and all four feet have partial webbing. Occasionally, they can be seen swimming a few hundred yards from shore, and Captain Collnett, in his Voyage, mentions, “They go to sea in groups to fish and sun themselves on the rocks; they can be called miniature alligators.” However, they shouldn’t be thought of as fish eaters. When in the water, this lizard swims effortlessly and swiftly, using a serpentine movement of its body and flattened tail, while its legs remain still and tucked against its sides. A seaman once tried to sink one by attaching a heavy weight, thinking it would kill it instantly, but when he pulled up the line an hour later, it was still active. Their limbs and strong claws are perfectly suited for crawling over the rough and cracked lava formations that line the coast. In such places, it's common to see a group of six or seven of these ugly reptiles lounging on the black rocks a few feet above the surf, basking in the sun with their legs stretched out.
I opened the stomachs of several, and found them largely distended with minced sea-weed (Ulvae), which grows in thin foliaceous expansions of a bright green or a dull red colour. I do not recollect having observed this sea-weed in any quantity on the tidal rocks; and I have reason to believe it grows at the bottom of the sea, at some little distance from the coast. If such be the case, the object of these animals occasionally going out to sea is explained. The stomach contained nothing but the sea-weed. Mr. Baynoe, however, found a piece of crab in one; but this might have got in accidentally, in the same manner as I have seen a caterpillar, in the midst of some lichen, in the paunch of a tortoise. The intestines were large, as in other herbivorous animals. The nature of this lizard's food, as well as the structure of its tail and feet, and the fact of its having been seen voluntarily swimming out at sea, absolutely prove its aquatic habits; yet there is in this respect one strange anomaly, namely, that when frightened it will not enter the water. Hence it is easy to drive these lizards down to any little point overhanging the sea, where they will sooner allow a person to catch hold of their tails than jump into the water. They do not seem to have any notion of biting; but when much frightened they squirt a drop of fluid from each nostril. I threw one several times as far as I could, into a deep pool left by the retiring tide; but it invariably returned in a direct line to the spot where I stood. It swam near the bottom, with a very graceful and rapid movement, and occasionally aided itself over the uneven ground with its feet. As soon as it arrived near the edge, but still being under water, it tried to conceal itself in the tufts of sea-weed, or it entered some crevice. As soon as it thought the danger was past, it crawled out on the dry rocks, and shuffled away as quickly as it could. I several times caught this same lizard, by driving it down to a point, and though possessed of such perfect powers of diving and swimming, nothing would induce it to enter the water; and as often as I threw it in, it returned in the manner above described. Perhaps this singular piece of apparent stupidity may be accounted for by the circumstance, that this reptile has no enemy whatever on shore, whereas at sea it must often fall a prey to the numerous sharks. Hence, probably, urged by a fixed and hereditary instinct that the shore is its place of safety, whatever the emergency may be, it there takes refuge.
I opened the stomachs of several and found them mostly filled with minced seaweed (Ulvae), which grows in thin, leafy layers that are bright green or dull red. I don't remember seeing this seaweed in large quantities on the tidal rocks; I believe it grows at the bottom of the sea, a little way from the coast. If that's the case, it explains why these animals sometimes go out to sea. The stomachs contained only the seaweed. Mr. Baynoe, however, found a piece of crab in one; but that might have gotten in by accident, like when I’ve seen a caterpillar inside some lichen in the stomach of a tortoise. The intestines were large, similar to other herbivorous animals. The nature of this lizard's diet, along with the structure of its tail and feet, and the fact that it has been seen willingly swimming at sea, clearly show its aquatic habits; yet there is one strange exception: when scared, it won’t jump into the water. So, it's easy to corner these lizards at any small point overhanging the sea; they seem to prefer being grabbed by the tail rather than jumping into the water. They don’t seem to have any inclination to bite, but when really frightened, they squirt a drop of fluid from each nostril. I tossed one several times as far as I could into a deep pool left by the receding tide; but it always came back in a straight line to where I was standing. It swam near the bottom, moving gracefully and quickly, occasionally using its feet to help navigate the uneven ground. As soon as it got close to the edge while still underwater, it tried to hide in the seaweed or slipped into a crevice. Once it thought the danger had passed, it crawled out onto the dry rocks and hurried away as quickly as it could. I caught this same lizard several times by driving it to a point, and even though it had such excellent diving and swimming skills, nothing would make it go into the water; each time I tossed it in, it returned as described above. This strange behavior might be explained by the fact that this reptile has no enemies on land, while at sea, it could easily become prey for the many sharks. Thus, it’s likely that driven by an instinct passed down through generations, it sees the shore as its safe place, no matter the situation, and seeks refuge there.
During our visit (in October), I saw extremely few small individuals of this species, and none I should think under a year old. From this circumstance it seems probable that the breeding season had not then commenced. I asked several of the inhabitants if they knew where it laid its eggs: they said that they knew nothing of its propagation, although well acquainted with the eggs of the land kind—a fact, considering how very common this lizard is, not a little extraordinary.
During our visit in October, I saw very few young individuals of this species, and I don't think any were under a year old. This makes it likely that the breeding season hadn't started yet. I asked several locals if they knew where it lays its eggs, but they claimed to know nothing about its reproduction, even though they were familiar with the eggs of the land species—a surprising fact, given how common this lizard is.
We will now turn to the terrestrial species (A. Demarlii), with a round tail, and toes without webs. This lizard, instead of being found like the other on all the islands, is confined to the central part of the archipelago, namely to Albemarle, James, Barrington, and Indefatigable islands. To the southward, in Charles, Hood, and Chatham islands, and to the northward, in Towers, Bindloes, and Abingdon, I neither saw nor heard of any. It would appear as if it had been created in the centre of the archipelago, and thence had been dispersed only to a certain distance. Some of these lizards inhabit the high and damp parts of the islands, but they are much more numerous in the lower and sterile districts near the coast. I cannot give a more forcible proof of their numbers, than by stating that when we were left at James Island, we could not for some time find a spot free from their burrows on which to pitch our single tent. Like their brothers the sea-kind, they are ugly animals, of a yellowish orange beneath, and of a brownish red colour above: from their low facial angle they have a singularly stupid appearance. They are, perhaps, of a rather less size than the marine species; but several of them weighed between ten and fifteen pounds. In their movements they are lazy and half torpid. When not frightened, they slowly crawl along with their tails and bellies dragging on the ground. They often stop, and doze for a minute or two, with closed eyes and hind legs spread out on the parched soil.
We will now look at the land species (A. Demarlii), which has a round tail and no webbed toes. This lizard, unlike others found on all the islands, is limited to the central part of the archipelago, specifically Albemarle, James, Barrington, and Indefatigable islands. I didn't see or hear of any in the southern islands of Charles, Hood, and Chatham, nor in the northern islands of Towers, Bindloes, and Abingdon. It seems like it was created in the center of the archipelago and only spread out to a certain distance. Some of these lizards live in the high, damp areas of the islands, but they are much more common in the lower, dry areas near the coast. I can’t emphasize their numbers more than by saying that when we were left on James Island, we struggled for a while to find a spot without their burrows to set up our tent. Like their sea counterparts, they aren’t very attractive, having a yellowish-orange underside and a brownish-red top. Their low facial angle gives them a surprisingly dumb look. They might be slightly smaller than the marine species, but some of them weighed between ten and fifteen pounds. They move slowly and seem half-asleep. When not scared, they crawl along, dragging their tails and bellies on the ground. They often pause to doze for a minute or two, with their eyes closed and hind legs spread out on the dry soil.
They inhabit burrows, which they sometimes make between fragments of lava, but more generally on level patches of the soft sandstone-like tuff. The holes do not appear to be very deep, and they enter the ground at a small angle; so that when walking over these lizard-warrens, the soil is constantly giving way, much to the annoyance of the tired walker. This animal, when making its burrow, works alternately the opposite sides of its body. One front leg for a short time scratches up the soil, and throws it towards the hind foot, which is well placed so as to heave it beyond the mouth of the hole. That side of the body being tired, the other takes up the task, and so on alternately. I watched one for a long time, till half its body was buried; I then walked up and pulled it by the tail, at this it was greatly astonished, and soon shuffled up to see what was the matter; and then stared me in the face, as much as to say, "What made you pull my tail?"
They live in burrows, which they sometimes dig between pieces of lava, but more often in flat areas of the soft, sandstone-like tuff. The holes don’t seem to be very deep, and they slope at a slight angle; so when walking over these lizard warrens, the ground keeps giving way, which is pretty annoying for tired walkers. When this animal digs its burrow, it works alternately on opposite sides of its body. One front leg digs up the soil for a bit and throws it toward the back foot, which is positioned to push it outside the burrow. After that side gets tired, the other side takes over, and they go back and forth like that. I watched one for quite a while until half of its body was buried; then I walked over and tugged its tail. It was really surprised and quickly shuffled over to see what was going on, then stared at me as if to say, "Why did you pull my tail?"
They feed by day, and do not wander far from their burrows; if frightened, they rush to them with a most awkward gait. Except when running down hill, they cannot move very fast, apparently from the lateral position of their legs. They are not at all timorous: when attentively watching any one, they curl their tails, and, raising themselves on their front legs, nod their heads vertically, with a quick movement, and try to look very fierce; but in reality they are not at all so: if one just stamps on the ground, down go their tails, and off they shuffle as quickly as they can. I have frequently observed small fly-eating lizards, when watching anything, nod their heads in precisely the same manner; but I do not at all know for what purpose. If this Amblyrhynchus is held and plagued with a stick, it will bite it very severely; but I caught many by the tail, and they never tried to bite me. If two are placed on the ground and held together, they will fight, and bite each other till blood is drawn.
They feed during the day and don’t stray far from their burrows; when scared, they hurry back with a clumsy run. Except when going downhill, they don’t move very fast, probably because of how their legs are positioned. They aren’t fearful at all: when they’re watching someone closely, they curl their tails and lift themselves on their front legs, giving their heads a quick nod to look intimidating. But in reality, they aren’t fierce at all; if you stamp on the ground, their tails drop, and they scurry away as fast as they can. I’ve often seen small insect-eating lizards do the same head nod when they’re watching something, but I have no idea why. If you hold an Amblyrhynchus and poke it with a stick, it will bite hard. However, I caught many by the tail, and they never tried to bite me. If you place two of them on the ground together, they will fight and bite each other until they draw blood.
The individuals, and they are the greater number, which inhabit the lower country, can scarcely taste a drop of water throughout the year; but they consume much of the succulent cactus, the branches of which are occasionally broken off by the wind. I several times threw a piece to two or three of them when together; and it was amusing enough to see them trying to seize and carry it away in their mouths, like so many hungry dogs with a bone. They eat very deliberately, but do not chew their food. The little birds are aware how harmless these creatures are: I have seen one of the thick-billed finches picking at one end of a piece of cactus (which is much relished by all the animals of the lower region), whilst a lizard was eating at the other end; and afterwards the little bird with the utmost indifference hopped on the back of the reptile.
The people who live in the lowland areas can barely get a sip of water all year round, but they eat a lot of the juicy cactus, the branches of which sometimes get blown off by the wind. I’ve tossed a piece to a couple of them when they were together, and it was pretty funny to watch them try to grab it and carry it away in their mouths, like hungry dogs with a bone. They eat very carefully but don’t chew their food. The little birds know these creatures are harmless: I’ve seen one of the thick-billed finches pecking at one end of a piece of cactus (which all the animals in the lowlands enjoy), while a lizard was munching on the other end; afterwards, the little bird casually hopped onto the lizard’s back.
I opened the stomachs of several, and found them full of vegetable fibres and leaves of different trees, especially of an acacia. In the upper region they live chiefly on the acid and astringent berries of the guayavita, under which trees I have seen these lizards and the huge tortoises feeding together. To obtain the acacia-leaves they crawl up the low stunted trees; and it is not uncommon to see a pair quietly browsing, whilst seated on a branch several feet above the ground. These lizards, when cooked, yield a white meat, which is liked by those whose stomachs soar above all prejudices.
I opened the stomachs of several and found them full of plant fibers and leaves from different trees, especially acacia. In the higher areas, they mainly eat the sour and tangy berries of the guayavita, where I've seen these lizards and the large tortoises feeding together. To get the acacia leaves, they climb up the low, stunted trees; it's not unusual to see a pair calmly grazing while sitting on a branch several feet off the ground. When cooked, these lizards provide white meat that is favored by those who are open-minded about their food.
Humboldt has remarked that in intertropical South America, all lizards which inhabit dry regions are esteemed delicacies for the table. The inhabitants state that those which inhabit the upper damp parts drink water, but that the others do not, like the tortoises, travel up for it from the lower sterile country. At the time of our visit, the females had within their bodies numerous, large, elongated eggs, which they lay in their burrows: the inhabitants seek them for food.
Humboldt noted that in tropical South America, all lizards living in dry areas are considered delicacies. The locals say that those living in the wetter, higher areas drink water, while the others don't, similar to how tortoises travel from the drier lowlands to find it. During our visit, the females had many large, elongated eggs inside them, which they lay in their burrows; the locals collect them for food.
These two species of Amblyrhynchus agree, as I have already stated, in their general structure, and in many of their habits. Neither have that rapid movement, so characteristic of the genera Lacerta and Iguana. They are both herbivorous, although the kind of vegetation on which they feed is so very different. Mr. Bell has given the name to the genus from the shortness of the snout: indeed, the form of the mouth may almost be compared to that of the tortoise: one is led to suppose that this is an adaptation to their herbivorous appetites. It is very interesting thus to find a well-characterized genus, having its marine and terrestrial species, belonging to so confined a portion of the world. The aquatic species is by far the most remarkable, because it is the only existing lizard which lives on marine vegetable productions. As I at first observed, these islands are not so remarkable for the number of the species of reptiles, as for that of the individuals, when we remember the well-beaten paths made by the thousands of huge tortoises—the many turtles—the great warrens of the terrestrial Amblyrhynchus—and the groups of the marine species basking on the coast-rocks of every island—we must admit that there is no other quarter of the world where this Order replaces the herbivorous mammalia in so extraordinary a manner. The geologist on hearing this will probably refer back in his mind to the Secondary epochs, when lizards, some herbivorous, some carnivorous, and of dimensions comparable only with our existing whales, swarmed on the land and in the sea. It is, therefore, worthy of his observation, that this archipelago, instead of possessing a humid climate and rank vegetation, cannot be considered otherwise than extremely arid, and, for an equatorial region, remarkably temperate.
These two species of Amblyrhynchus, as I've already mentioned, share a similar overall structure and many of their behaviors. They don't move as quickly as the genera Lacerta and Iguana. Both are herbivores, although the types of plants they eat are quite different. Mr. Bell named the genus based on the shortness of the snout; the shape of the mouth is almost similar to that of a tortoise, suggesting this might be an adaptation for their herbivorous diets. It's fascinating to find a well-defined genus with both marine and terrestrial species in such a limited part of the world. The aquatic species is the most notable because it’s the only lizard that feeds on marine plants. As I initially observed, these islands are more remarkable for the number of individual reptiles rather than the variety of species, considering the well-worn paths made by thousands of giant tortoises, the numerous turtles, the large colonies of terrestrial Amblyrhynchus, and the groups of marine species sunbathing on the coastal rocks of each island. We must acknowledge that there’s no other place in the world where this order of reptiles replaces herbivorous mammals in such an extraordinary way. A geologist hearing this would likely think back to the Secondary periods when lizards—some herbivorous, some carnivorous, and as large as today’s whales—were abundant on both land and sea. Therefore, it’s worth noting that this archipelago, instead of having a humid climate and dense vegetation, is actually quite dry and, for an equatorial region, surprisingly temperate.
To finish with the zoology: the fifteen kinds of sea-fish which I procured here are all new species; they belong to twelve genera, all widely distributed, with the exception of Prionotus, of which the four previously known species live on the eastern side of America. Of land-shells I collected sixteen kinds (and two marked varieties), of which, with the exception of one Helix found at Tahiti, all are peculiar to this archipelago: a single fresh-water shell (Paludina) is common to Tahiti and Van Diemen's Land. Mr. Cuming, before our voyage procured here ninety species of sea-shells, and this does not include several species not yet specifically examined, of Trochus, Turbo, Monodonta, and Nassa. He has been kind enough to give me the following interesting results: Of the ninety shells, no less than forty-seven are unknown elsewhere—a wonderful fact, considering how widely distributed sea-shells generally are. Of the forty-three shells found in other parts of the world, twenty-five inhabit the western coast of America, and of these eight are distinguishable as varieties; the remaining eighteen (including one variety) were found by Mr. Cuming in the Low Archipelago, and some of them also at the Philippines. This fact of shells from islands in the central parts of the Pacific occurring here, deserves notice, for not one single sea-shell is known to be common to the islands of that ocean and to the west coast of America. The space of open sea running north and south off the west coast, separates two quite distinct conchological provinces; but at the Galapagos Archipelago we have a halting-place, where many new forms have been created, and whither these two great conchological provinces have each sent up several colonists. The American province has also sent here representative species; for there is a Galapageian species of Monoceros, a genus only found on the west coast of America; and there are Galapageian species of Fissurella and Cancellaria, genera common on the west coast, but not found (as I am informed by Mr. Cuming) in the central islands of the Pacific. On the other hand, there are Galapageian species of Oniscia and Stylifer, genera common to the West Indies and to the Chinese and Indian seas, but not found either on the west coast of America or in the central Pacific. I may here add, that after the comparison by Messrs. Cuming and Hinds of about 2000 shells from the eastern and western coasts of America, only one single shell was found in common, namely, the Purpura patula, which inhabits the West Indies, the coast of Panama, and the Galapagos. We have, therefore, in this quarter of the world, three great conchological sea-provinces, quite distinct, though surprisingly near each other, being separated by long north and south spaces either of land or of open sea.
To wrap up the zoology section: the fifteen types of sea fish I collected here are all new species; they belong to twelve genera, which are generally widespread, except for Prionotus, where the four previously known species are found on the eastern side of America. I gathered sixteen types of land shells (and two marked varieties), and aside from one Helix discovered in Tahiti, all are unique to this archipelago: a single freshwater shell (Paludina) is common to Tahiti and Van Diemen's Land. Before our voyage, Mr. Cuming collected ninety species of sea shells here, not including several untapped species in Trochus, Turbo, Monodonta, and Nassa. He kindly shared the following intriguing findings: Of the ninety shells, an impressive forty-seven are unknown elsewhere—remarkable considering how widely distributed sea shells typically are. Of the forty-three shells found globally, twenty-five are from the western coast of America, with eight identified as varieties; the remaining eighteen (including one variety) were collected by Mr. Cuming in the Low Archipelago, some also in the Philippines. The presence of shells from islands in central Pacific waters here is noteworthy, as there's not a single sea shell known to be common to both the islands of that ocean and the west coast of America. The expanse of open water running north and south off the west coast separates two completely distinct conchological regions; however, the Galapagos Archipelago serves as a stopover, where many new forms have emerged, and both conchological regions have sent several colonizers. The American region has also contributed representative species; for instance, there is a Galapagos species of Monoceros, a genus only found on the west coast of America; and there are Galapagos species of Fissurella and Cancellaria, genera common on the west coast but reportedly absent in the central islands of the Pacific, as stated by Mr. Cuming. Conversely, there are Galapagos species of Oniscia and Stylifer, which are found in the West Indies and the Chinese and Indian seas, but are not present on the west coast of America or in the central Pacific. Additionally, after Messrs. Cuming and Hinds compared around 2000 shells from the eastern and western coasts of America, only one shell was found to be common: the Purpura patula, which inhabits the West Indies, the coast of Panama, and the Galapagos. Thus, in this region of the world, we have three distinct conchological sea provinces, surprisingly close to each other yet separated by long stretches of land or open sea.
I took great pains in collecting the insects, but excepting Tierra del Fuego, I never saw in this respect so poor a country. Even in the upper and damp region I procured very few, excepting some minute Diptera and Hymenoptera, mostly of common mundane forms. As before remarked, the insects, for a tropical region, are of very small size and dull colours. Of beetles I collected twenty-five species (excluding a Dermestes and Corynetes imported, wherever a ship touches); of these, two belong to the Harpalidae, two to the Hydrophilidae, nine to three families of the Heteromera, and the remaining twelve to as many different families. This circumstance of insects (and I may add plants), where few in number, belonging to many different families, is, I believe, very general. Mr. Waterhouse, who has published 174 an account of the insects of this archipelago, and to whom I am indebted for the above details, informs me that there are several new genera: and that of the genera not new, one or two are American, and the rest of mundane distribution. With the exception of a wood-feeding Apate, and of one or probably two water-beetles from the American continent, all the species appear to be new.
I worked hard to collect insects, but aside from Tierra del Fuego, I never found a country that was this disappointing in that regard. Even in the upper, damp areas, I only managed to find a few, mostly tiny Diptera and Hymenoptera, mostly common types. As mentioned before, the insects in this tropical region are quite small and have dull colors. I collected twenty-five species of beetles (not counting a Dermestes and Corynetes brought in by ships); of these, two belong to the Harpalidae, two to the Hydrophilidae, nine to three families of Heteromera, and the remaining twelve belong to different families. I believe this situation—where there are few insects (and I can add plants) that belong to many different families—is quite common. Mr. Waterhouse, who has published 174 an account of the insects from this archipelago, and to whom I owe the above details, tells me there are several new genera; of the genera that are not new, one or two are from America, and the rest are found worldwide. Aside from a wood-eating Apate and one or possibly two water-beetles from the American continent, all the species seem to be new.
The botany of this group is fully as interesting as the zoology. Dr. J. Hooker will soon publish in the "Linnean Transactions" a full account of the Flora, and I am much indebted to him for the following details. Of flowering plants there are, as far as at present is known, 185 species, and 40 cryptogamic species, making altogether 225; of this number I was fortunate enough to bring home 193. Of the flowering plants, 100 are new species, and are probably confined to this archipelago. Dr. Hooker conceives that, of the plants not so confined, at least 10 species found near the cultivated ground at Charles Island, have been imported. It is, I think, surprising that more American species have not been introduced naturally, considering that the distance is only between 500 and 600 miles from the continent, and that (according to Collnet, p. 58) drift-wood, bamboos, canes, and the nuts of a palm, are often washed on the south-eastern shores. The proportion of 100 flowering plants out of 183 (or 175 excluding the imported weeds) being new, is sufficient, I conceive, to make the Galapagos Archipelago a distinct botanical province; but this Flora is not nearly so peculiar as that of St. Helena, nor, as I am informed by Dr. Hooker, of Juan Fernandez. The peculiarity of the Galapageian Flora is best shown in certain families;—thus there are 21 species of Compositae, of which 20 are peculiar to this archipelago; these belong to twelve genera, and of these genera no less than ten are confined to the archipelago! Dr. Hooker informs me that the Flora has an undoubtedly Western American character; nor can he detect in it any affinity with that of the Pacific. If, therefore, we except the eighteen marine, the one fresh-water, and one land-shell, which have apparently come here as colonists from the central islands of the Pacific, and likewise the one distinct Pacific species of the Galapageian group of finches, we see that this archipelago, though standing in the Pacific Ocean, is zoologically part of America.
The plant life of this group is just as fascinating as the animal life. Dr. J. Hooker will soon publish a comprehensive account of the Flora in the "Linnean Transactions," and I am very grateful to him for the following details. Currently, there are 185 known species of flowering plants and 40 species of cryptogams, totaling 225; I was fortunate enough to bring back 193 of them. Out of the flowering plants, 100 are new species that are likely exclusive to this archipelago. Dr. Hooker believes that at least 10 species found near the cultivated areas of Charles Island were introduced. I find it surprising that more American species haven't naturally made their way here, considering it's only about 500 to 600 miles from the mainland, and that (according to Collnet, p. 58) driftwood, bamboos, canes, and palm nuts often wash up on the southeastern shores. I think having 100 new flowering plants out of 183 (or 175 excluding the imported weeds) is enough to classify the Galapagos Archipelago as a distinct botanical region; however, this flora is not nearly as unique as that of St. Helena, nor, as Dr. Hooker tells me, as that of Juan Fernandez. The uniqueness of the Galapagos Flora is best illustrated in certain families; for instance, there are 21 species of Compositae, of which 20 are unique to this archipelago; these belong to twelve genera, and ten of those genera are exclusive to the archipelago! Dr. Hooker has informed me that the Flora has a distinctly Western American character and he cannot find any connection to the Pacific flora. Therefore, if we set aside the eighteen marine species, one freshwater species, and one land snail that seem to have arrived here as colonists from the central Pacific islands, along with one distinct Pacific species of the Galapagos finch group, we observe that this archipelago, even though it is located in the Pacific Ocean, is zoologically part of America.
If this character were owing merely to immigrants from America, there would be little remarkable in it; but we see that a vast majority of all the land animals, and that more than half of the flowering plants, are aboriginal productions. It was most striking to be surrounded by new birds, new reptiles, new shells, new insects, new plants, and yet by innumerable trifling details of structure, and even by the tones of voice and plumage of the birds, to have the temperate plains of Patagonia, or rather the hot dry deserts of Northern Chile, vividly brought before my eyes. Why, on these small points of land, which within a late geological period must have been covered by the ocean, which are formed by basaltic lava, and therefore differ in geological character from the American continent, and which are placed under a peculiar climate,—why were their aboriginal inhabitants, associated, I may add, in different proportions both in kind and number from those on the continent, and therefore acting on each other in a different manner—why were they created on American types of organization? It is probable that the islands of the Cape de Verd group resemble, in all their physical conditions, far more closely the Galapagos Islands, than these latter physically resemble the coast of America, yet the aboriginal inhabitants of the two groups are totally unlike; those of the Cape de Verd Islands bearing the impress of Africa, as the inhabitants of the Galapagos Archipelago are stamped with that of America.
If this character were only due to immigrants from America, there wouldn’t be anything extraordinary about it; however, we see that a large majority of all the land animals, and more than half of the flowering plants, are native to this area. It was striking to be surrounded by new birds, new reptiles, new shells, new insects, and new plants, and yet be reminded by countless small details of structure, and even by the sounds and colors of the birds, of the temperate plains of Patagonia, or rather the hot dry deserts of Northern Chile. Why, on these small land masses, which must have been underwater during a recent geological period, which are formed from basaltic lava and therefore differ geologically from the American continent, and which are under a unique climate—why were their native inhabitants, who, I should add, are present in different kinds and numbers than those on the continent, and therefore interact with each other in a different way—why were they created based on American types of organization? It’s likely that the Cape Verde Islands share physical conditions that resemble those of the Galapagos Islands much more closely than the latter resemble the coast of America, yet the native inhabitants of the two groups are completely different; those of the Cape Verde Islands reflect African traits, while the inhabitants of the Galapagos Archipelago show marks of American influence.
I have not as yet noticed by far the most remarkable feature in the natural history of this archipelago; it is, that the different islands to a considerable extent are inhabited by a different set of beings. My attention was first called to this fact by the Vice-Governor, Mr. Lawson, declaring that the tortoises differed from the different islands, and that he could with certainty tell from which island any one was brought. I did not for some time pay sufficient attention to this statement, and I had already partially mingled together the collections from two of the islands. I never dreamed that islands, about 50 or 60 miles apart, and most of them in sight of each other, formed of precisely the same rocks, placed under a quite similar climate, rising to a nearly equal height, would have been differently tenanted; but we shall soon see that this is the case. It is the fate of most voyagers, no sooner to discover what is most interesting in any locality, than they are hurried from it; but I ought, perhaps, to be thankful that I obtained sufficient materials to establish this most remarkable fact in the distribution of organic beings.
I haven’t yet pointed out the most remarkable feature of the natural history of this archipelago: the different islands are largely inhabited by different species. The Vice-Governor, Mr. Lawson, first brought this to my attention by stating that the tortoises varied from island to island and that he could tell with certainty which island any one of them came from. For a while, I didn’t pay enough attention to this claim, and I had already mixed together collections from two islands. I never imagined that islands, just 50 or 60 miles apart, many of them visible from one another, made of the same type of rocks, under similar climates, and rising to nearly the same height, would have different inhabitants. But we will soon see that this is indeed the case. It’s often the experience of travelers that they discover the most interesting aspects of a place only to be rushed away from it, but I should be grateful that I managed to gather enough evidence to confirm this remarkable fact about the distribution of living organisms.
The inhabitants, as I have said, state that they can distinguish the tortoises from the different islands; and that they differ not only in size, but in other characters. Captain Porter has described 175 those from Charles and from the nearest island to it, namely, Hood Island, as having their shells in front thick and turned up like a Spanish saddle, whilst the tortoises from James Island are rounder, blacker, and have a better taste when cooked. M. Bibron, moreover, informs me that he has seen what he considers two distinct species of tortoise from the Galapagos, but he does not know from which islands. The specimens that I brought from three islands were young ones: and probably owing to this cause neither Mr. Gray nor myself could find in them any specific differences. I have remarked that the marine Amblyrhynchus was larger at Albemarle Island than elsewhere; and M. Bibron informs me that he has seen two distinct aquatic species of this genus; so that the different islands probably have their representative species or races of the Amblyrhynchus, as well as of the tortoise. My attention was first thoroughly aroused, by comparing together the numerous specimens, shot by myself and several other parties on board, of the mocking-thrushes, when, to my astonishment, I discovered that all those from Charles Island belonged to one species (Mimus trifasciatus) all from Albemarle Island to M. parvulus; and all from James and Chatham Islands (between which two other islands are situated, as connecting links) belonged to M. melanotis. These two latter species are closely allied, and would by some ornithologists be considered as only well-marked races or varieties; but the Mimus trifasciatus is very distinct. Unfortunately most of the specimens of the finch tribe were mingled together; but I have strong reasons to suspect that some of the species of the sub-group Geospiza are confined to separate islands. If the different islands have their representatives of Geospiza, it may help to explain the singularly large number of the species of this sub-group in this one small archipelago, and as a probable consequence of their numbers, the perfectly graduated series in the size of their beaks. Two species of the sub-group Cactornis, and two of the Camarhynchus, were procured in the archipelago; and of the numerous specimens of these two sub-groups shot by four collectors at James Island, all were found to belong to one species of each; whereas the numerous specimens shot either on Chatham or Charles Island (for the two sets were mingled together) all belonged to the two other species: hence we may feel almost sure that these islands possess their respective species of these two sub-groups. In land-shells this law of distribution does not appear to hold good. In my very small collection of insects, Mr. Waterhouse remarks, that of those which were ticketed with their locality, not one was common to any two of the islands.
The locals, as I mentioned, claim that they can tell the tortoises apart based on the different islands; they noted that they differ not just in size but also in other features. Captain Porter described the tortoises from Charles Island and the nearby Hood Island as having thick, upward-curving shells that resemble a Spanish saddle, while the tortoises from James Island are rounder, darker, and taste better when cooked. M. Bibron also mentioned that he has identified what he believes are two distinct species of tortoise from the Galapagos, although he isn’t sure which islands they come from. The specimens I collected from three islands were young, which likely explains why neither Mr. Gray nor I found any specific differences in them. I observed that the marine Amblyrhynchus was larger at Albemarle Island than in other places, and M. Bibron informed me that he has seen two distinct aquatic species of this genus. This suggests that the different islands probably have their own representative species or varieties of Amblyrhynchus, just like they do with tortoises. My interest was first piqued when I compared various specimens of mocking-thrushes that I shot along with others on board. To my surprise, I found that all the ones from Charles Island belonged to one species (Mimus trifasciatus), while those from Albemarle Island were M. parvulus, and all from James and Chatham Islands—two islands that are connected by others—were M. melanotis. The latter two species are closely related and might be considered by some ornithologists as just well-defined races or varieties, but Mimus trifasciatus is quite distinct. Unfortunately, most of the finch specimens were mixed together, but I strongly suspect that some of the Geospiza species are limited to specific islands. If the different islands have their own Geospiza representatives, it could explain the surprisingly large number of species from this subgroup in this small archipelago, as well as the perfectly graduated series in their beak sizes. Two species each from the Cactornis and Camarhynchus sub-groups were collected from the archipelago. Out of the many specimens from these two sub-groups shot by four collectors at James Island, all belonged to one species each; however, the numerous specimens shot on either Chatham or Charles Island (as the two sets were mixed) all belonged to the two other species. Thus, we can be fairly certain that these islands have their specific species from these two sub-groups. In contrast, this distribution pattern doesn’t seem to apply to land snails. In my very small collection of insects, Mr. Waterhouse noted that of those labeled with their locations, none were common to any two of the islands.
If we now turn to the Flora, we shall find the aboriginal plants of the different islands wonderfully different. I give all the following results on the high authority of my friend Dr. J. Hooker. I may premise that I indiscriminately collected everything in flower on the different islands, and fortunately kept my collections separate. Too much confidence, however, must not be placed in the proportional results, as the small collections brought home by some other naturalists though in some respects confirming the results, plainly show that much remains to be done in the botany of this group: the Leguminosae, moreover, has as yet been only approximately worked out:—
If we now look at the flora, we will find that the native plants of the different islands are remarkably varied. I'm sharing the following findings based on the strong authority of my friend Dr. J. Hooker. I should mention that I collected everything in bloom from the various islands without distinction and fortunately kept my collections separate. However, we shouldn't place too much confidence in the proportional results, as the small collections brought back by some other naturalists, while confirming some findings, clearly show that there is still a lot to be done in the botany of this group. Additionally, the Leguminosae have only been partially studied.

———————————————————————————————— Number of Species confined to the Number of Number of Galapagos species species Number Archipelago Total found in confined confined but found Name Number other to the to the on more of of parts of Galapagos one than the Island Species the world Archipelago island one island ———————————————————————————————— James 71 33 38 30 8 Albemarle 46 18 26 22 4 Chatham 32 16 16 12 4 Charles 68 39 29 21 8 (or 29, if the probably imported plants be subtracted.) ————————————————————————————————
———————————————————————————————— Number of Species confined to the Number of Number of Galapagos species species Number Archipelago Total found in confined confined but found Name of other to the to the on more of Species parts of Galapagos one than the Island Number the world Archipelago island one island ———————————————————————————————— James 71 33 38 30 8 Albemarle 46 18 26 22 4 Chatham 32 16 16 12 4 Charles 68 39 29 21 8 (or 29, if the probably imported plants are subtracted.) ————————————————————————————————
Hence we have the truly wonderful fact, that in James Island, of the thirty-eight Galapageian plants, or those found in no other part of the world, thirty are exclusively confined to this one island; and in Albemarle Island, of the twenty-six aboriginal Galapageian plants, twenty-two are confined to this one island, that is, only four are at present known to grow in the other islands of the archipelago; and so on, as shown in the above table, with the plants from Chatham and Charles Islands. This fact will, perhaps, be rendered even more striking, by giving a few illustrations:—thus, Scalesia, a remarkable arborescent genus of the Compositae, is confined to the archipelago: it has six species: one from Chatham, one from Albemarle, one from Charles Island, two from James Island, and the sixth from one of the three latter islands, but it is not known from which: not one of these six species grows on any two islands. Again, Euphorbia, a mundane or widely distributed genus, has here eight species, of which seven are confined to the archipelago, and not one found on any two islands: Acalypha and Borreria, both mundane genera, have respectively six and seven species, none of which have the same species on two islands, with the exception of one Borreria, which does occur on two islands. The species of the Compositae are particularly local; and Dr. Hooker has furnished me with several other most striking illustrations of the difference of the species on the different islands. He remarks that this law of distribution holds good both with those genera confined to the archipelago, and those distributed in other quarters of the world: in like manner we have seen that the different islands have their proper species of the mundane genus of tortoise, and of the widely distributed American genus of the mocking-thrush, as well as of two of the Galapageian sub-groups of finches, and almost certainly of the Galapageian genus Amblyrhynchus.
So, it’s truly amazing that on James Island, out of thirty-eight Galapagos plants—species that exist nowhere else in the world—thirty are found only on this one island. Meanwhile, on Albemarle Island, of the twenty-six native Galapagos plants, twenty-two are unique to that island. This means only four are currently known to grow on other islands in the archipelago. This pattern also applies to plants from Chatham and Charles Islands, as illustrated in the table above. To highlight this point further, consider Scalesia, a notable tree-like genus of the Compositae family, which is exclusive to the archipelago. It has six species: one from Chatham, one from Albemarle, one from Charles Island, two from James Island, and the sixth from one of the last three islands, though it’s unclear which one. Not one of these six species grows on any two islands. Similarly, Euphorbia, a widespread genus, has eight species here, seven of which are unique to the archipelago, and none are found on more than one island. Acalypha and Borreria, both common genera, contain six and seven species respectively, none of which are shared between two islands, except for one species of Borreria that does appear on two islands. The species of Compositae are particularly localized, and Dr. Hooker has provided numerous other compelling examples of how species differ across the islands. He points out that this distribution pattern applies to both genera confined to the archipelago and those found elsewhere in the world. Similarly, we've observed that different islands have their own species of the common tortoise, the widely distributed American mocking-thrush, as well as two Galapagos finch sub-groups, and almost certainly the Galapagos genus Amblyrhynchus.
The distribution of the tenants of this archipelago would not be nearly so wonderful, if, for instance, one island had a mocking-thrush, and a second island some other quite distinct genus,—if one island had its genus of lizard, and a second island another distinct genus, or none whatever;—or if the different islands were inhabited, not by representative species of the same genera of plants, but by totally different genera, as does to a certain extent hold good: for, to give one instance, a large berry-bearing tree at James Island has no representative species in Charles Island. But it is the circumstance, that several of the islands possess their own species of the tortoise, mocking-thrush, finches, and numerous plants, these species having the same general habits, occupying analogous situations, and obviously filling the same place in the natural economy of this archipelago, that strikes me with wonder. It may be suspected that some of these representative species, at least in the case of the tortoise and of some of the birds, may hereafter prove to be only well-marked races; but this would be of equally great interest to the philosophical naturalist. I have said that most of the islands are in sight of each other: I may specify that Charles Island is fifty miles from the nearest part of Chatham Island, and thirty-three miles from the nearest part of Albemarle Island. Chatham Island is sixty miles from the nearest part of James Island, but there are two intermediate islands between them which were not visited by me. James Island is only ten miles from the nearest part of Albemarle Island, but the two points where the collections were made are thirty-two miles apart. I must repeat, that neither the nature of the soil, nor height of the land, nor the climate, nor the general character of the associated beings, and therefore their action one on another, can differ much in the different islands. If there be any sensible difference in their climates, it must be between the Windward group (namely, Charles and Chatham Islands), and that to leeward; but there seems to be no corresponding difference in the productions of these two halves of the archipelago.
The distribution of the tenants of this archipelago wouldn't be nearly as remarkable if, for example, one island had a mockingbird and another island had a completely different type of bird; or if one island had its own type of lizard while another island had a different type, or none at all; or if the different islands were inhabited, not by representative species of the same plant genera, but by entirely different genera, which to some extent does happen: for instance, a large berry-producing tree on James Island has no equivalent species on Charles Island. However, what amazes me is that several of the islands have their own species of tortoise, mockingbird, finches, and a variety of plants, all of which have similar behaviors, occupy similar environments, and clearly play the same roles in the natural balance of this archipelago. It’s possible that some of these representative species, particularly in the case of the tortoise and some birds, may turn out to be just well-defined races; but that would still be of great interest to any philosophical naturalist. I mentioned that most of the islands are visible to each other: for clarification, Charles Island is fifty miles from the closest part of Chatham Island and thirty-three miles from the nearest part of Albemarle Island. Chatham Island is sixty miles from the closest part of James Island, but there are two intermediate islands between them that I didn’t visit. James Island is only ten miles from the nearest part of Albemarle Island, but the specific locations where the collections were made are thirty-two miles apart. I have to emphasize that neither the type of soil, the elevation of the land, the climate, nor the overall characteristics of the associated organisms—and thus their interactions—can differ much among the various islands. If there are any noticeable differences in their climates, it would have to be between the Windward group (that is, Charles and Chatham Islands) and the Leeward group; however, there doesn’t seem to be any corresponding difference in the resources produced by these two halves of the archipelago.
The only light which I can throw on this remarkable difference in the inhabitants of the different islands, is, that very strong currents of the sea running in a westerly and W.N.W. direction must separate, as far as transportal by the sea is concerned, the southern islands from the northern ones; and between these northern islands a strong N.W. current was observed, which must effectually separate James and Albemarle Islands. As the archipelago is free to a most remarkable degree from gales of wind, neither the birds, insects, nor lighter seeds, would be blown from island to island. And lastly, the profound depth of the ocean between the islands, and their apparently recent (in a geological sense) volcanic origin, render it highly unlikely that they were ever united; and this, probably, is a far more important consideration than any other, with respect to the geographical distribution of their inhabitants. Reviewing the facts here given, one is astonished at the amount of creative force, if such an expression may be used, displayed on these small, barren, and rocky islands; and still more so, at its diverse yet analogous action on points so near each other. I have said that the Galapagos Archipelago might be called a satellite attached to America, but it should rather be called a group of satellites, physically similar, organically distinct, yet intimately related to each other, and all related in a marked, though much lesser degree, to the great American continent.
The only insight I can offer about the significant differences among the inhabitants of the various islands is that strong ocean currents flowing west and northwest likely create a barrier for transportation between the southern islands and the northern ones. Additionally, there was a strong northwest current noted between the northern islands, which effectively separates James and Albemarle Islands. Since the archipelago is remarkably free from strong winds, birds, insects, and lighter seeds wouldn’t be carried from one island to another. Finally, the deep ocean between the islands and their apparently recent volcanic origins make it highly unlikely that they were ever connected, which is probably a more crucial factor regarding the geographical distribution of their inhabitants than anything else. Considering the facts presented, it’s surprising to see such a creative force—if that phrase can be used—evident on these small, barren, rocky islands; and even more remarkable is how that force operates diversely yet similarly on such closely situated points. I've mentioned that the Galapagos Archipelago could be described as a satellite of America, but it’s better viewed as a group of satellites: physically similar, organically distinct, yet closely interconnected, and all related to the larger American continent to a significantly lesser extent.
I will conclude my description of the natural history of these islands, by giving an account of the extreme tameness of the birds.
I will finish my description of the natural history of these islands by talking about how incredibly tame the birds are.
This disposition is common to all the terrestrial species; namely, to the mocking-thrushes, the finches, wrens, tyrant-flycatchers, the dove, and carrion-buzzard. All of them are often approached sufficiently near to be killed with a switch, and sometimes, as I myself tried, with a cap or hat. A gun is here almost superfluous; for with the muzzle I pushed a hawk off the branch of a tree. One day, whilst lying down, a mocking-thrush alighted on the edge of a pitcher, made of the shell of a tortoise, which I held in my hand, and began very quietly to sip the water; it allowed me to lift it from the ground whilst seated on the vessel: I often tried, and very nearly succeeded, in catching these birds by their legs. Formerly the birds appear to have been even tamer than at present. Cowley (in the year 1684) says that the "Turtledoves were so tame, that they would often alight on our hats and arms, so as that we could take them alive, they not fearing man, until such time as some of our company did fire at them, whereby they were rendered more shy." Dampier also, in the same year, says that a man in a morning's walk might kill six or seven dozen of these doves. At present, although certainly very tame, they do not alight on people's arms, nor do they suffer themselves to be killed in such large numbers. It is surprising that they have not become wilder; for these islands during the last hundred and fifty years have been frequently visited by bucaniers and whalers; and the sailors, wandering through the wood in search of tortoises, always take cruel delight in knocking down the little birds. These birds, although now still more persecuted, do not readily become wild. In Charles Island, which had then been colonized about six years, I saw a boy sitting by a well with a switch in his hand, with which he killed the doves and finches as they came to drink. He had already procured a little heap of them for his dinner, and he said that he had constantly been in the habit of waiting by this well for the same purpose. It would appear that the birds of this archipelago, not having as yet learnt that man is a more dangerous animal than the tortoise or the Amblyrhynchus, disregard him, in the same manner as in England shy birds, such as magpies, disregard the cows and horses grazing in our fields.
This behavior is typical of all the land species, including mocking-thrushes, finches, wrens, tyrant-flycatchers, doves, and carrion-buzzards. They often come close enough to be hit with a stick, and sometimes, as I found out, even with a cap or hat. A gun is almost unnecessary; I once used the muzzle to push a hawk off a tree branch. One day, while lying down, a mocking-thrush landed on the edge of a tortoise shell pitcher I was holding and quietly sipped the water; it allowed me to lift it from the ground while it was perched on the vessel. I often tried and nearly succeeded in catching these birds by their legs. In the past, birds seemed to be even tamer than they are now. Cowley (in 1684) noted that "Turtledoves were so tame that they would often land on our hats and arms, allowing us to catch them alive, not fearing humans until some of our group started shooting at them, making them more shy." Dampier, in the same year, mentioned that a person out for a morning stroll could kill six or seven dozen of these doves. Nowadays, while still quite tame, they don't land on people's arms, nor do they allow themselves to be killed in such large numbers. It's surprising they haven't become wilder; over the past one hundred and fifty years, these islands have been frequently visited by buccaneers and whalers, and sailors wandering through the woods in search of tortoises take great pleasure in knocking down the small birds. Even though these birds are now even more persecuted, they don't easily become wild. In Charles Island, which had been colonized for about six years, I saw a boy sitting by a well with a stick in his hand, using it to kill doves and finches as they came to drink. He had already gathered a small pile of them for dinner and mentioned he regularly waited by this well for that purpose. It seems that the birds of this archipelago, not yet realizing that humans are more dangerous than tortoises or Amblyrhynchus, ignore people, similar to how in England, shy birds like magpies disregard the cows and horses grazing in our fields.
The Falkland Islands offer a second instance of birds with a similar disposition. The extraordinary tameness of the little Opetiorhynchus has been remarked by Pernety, Lesson, and other voyagers. It is not, however, peculiar to that bird: the Polyborus, snipe, upland and lowland goose, thrush, bunting, and even some true hawks, are all more or less tame. As the birds are so tame there, where foxes, hawks, and owls occur, we may infer that the absence of all rapacious animals at the Galapagos, is not the cause of their tameness here. The upland geese at the Falklands show, by the precaution they take in building on the islets, that they are aware of their danger from the foxes; but they are not by this rendered wild towards man. This tameness of the birds, especially of the water-fowl, is strongly contrasted with the habits of the same species in Tierra del Fuego, where for ages past they have been persecuted by the wild inhabitants. In the Falklands, the sportsman may sometimes kill more of the upland geese in one day than he can carry home; whereas in Tierra del Fuego it is nearly as difficult to kill one, as it is in England to shoot the common wild goose.
The Falkland Islands provide another example of birds with a similar behavior. The remarkable tameness of the little Opetiorhynchus has been noted by Pernety, Lesson, and other travelers. However, this gentleness isn’t unique to that bird: the Polyborus, snipe, upland and lowland geese, thrush, bunting, and even some true hawks are all fairly tame. Given that the birds are so approachable there, despite the presence of foxes, hawks, and owls, we can conclude that the lack of predatory animals in the Galapagos isn’t the reason for their tameness. The upland geese in the Falklands demonstrate, through their cautious choice of nesting on islets, that they are aware of the threat from foxes; yet this doesn’t make them wild towards humans. The tameness of the birds, especially the waterfowl, sharply contrasts with the behavior of the same species in Tierra del Fuego, where they have been hunted by the local inhabitants for many generations. In the Falklands, a hunter might sometimes kill more upland geese in a day than he can carry home; whereas in Tierra del Fuego, it’s almost as hard to shoot one as it is in England to hunt the common wild goose.
In the time of Pernety (1763), all the birds there appear to have been much tamer than at present; he states that the Opetiorhynchus would almost perch on his finger; and that with a wand he killed ten in half an hour. At that period the birds must have been about as tame as they now are at the Galapagos. They appear to have learnt caution more slowly at these latter islands than at the Falklands, where they have had proportionate means of experience; for besides frequent visits from vessels, those islands have been at intervals colonized during the entire period. Even formerly, when all the birds were so tame, it was impossible by Pernety's account to kill the black-necked swan—a bird of passage, which probably brought with it the wisdom learnt in foreign countries.
During Pernety's time (1763), all the birds there seemed to be much tamer than they are now; he mentions that the Opetiorhynchus would almost sit on his finger, and that he killed ten of them in just half an hour with a stick. Back then, the birds were about as tame as they currently are in the Galapagos. They appear to have learned caution more slowly on those islands than in the Falklands, where they've had more experiences; in addition to regular visits from ships, those islands have been colonized at various times throughout history. Even back then, when all the birds were so tame, Pernety noted it was impossible to kill the black-necked swan—a migratory bird that likely brought back the wisdom acquired in other places.
I may add that, according to Du Bois, all the birds at Bourbon in 1571-72, with the exception of the flamingoes and geese, were so extremely tame, that they could be caught by the hand, or killed in any number with a stick. Again, at Tristan d'Acunha in the Atlantic, Carmichael 176 states that the only two land-birds, a thrush and a bunting, were "so tame as to suffer themselves to be caught with a hand-net." From these several facts we may, I think, conclude, first, that the wildness of birds with regard to man, is a particular instinct directed against him, and not dependent upon any general degree of caution arising from other sources of danger; secondly, that it is not acquired by individual birds in a short time, even when much persecuted; but that in the course of successive generations it becomes hereditary. With domesticated animals we are accustomed to see new mental habits or instincts acquired or rendered hereditary; but with animals in a state of nature, it must always be most difficult to discover instances of acquired hereditary knowledge. In regard to the wildness of birds towards man, there is no way of accounting for it, except as an inherited habit: comparatively few young birds, in any one year, have been injured by man in England, yet almost all, even nestlings, are afraid of him; many individuals, on the other hand, both at the Galapagos and at the Falklands, have been pursued and injured by man, yet have not learned a salutary dread of him. We may infer from these facts, what havoc the introduction of any new beast of prey must cause in a country, before the instincts of the indigenous inhabitants have become adapted to the stranger's craft or power.
I should mention that, according to Du Bois, all the birds in Bourbon during 1571-72, except for the flamingos and geese, were so incredibly tame that they could be caught by hand or killed easily with a stick. Additionally, at Tristan d'Acunha in the Atlantic, Carmichael 176 notes that the only two land birds, a thrush and a bunting, were "so tame that they could be caught with a hand net." From these observations, I believe we can conclude two main points: first, the wild behavior of birds toward humans is a specific instinct aimed at humans, and it doesn't stem from a general caution due to other dangers; second, this wildness isn't something individual birds acquire quickly, even when frequently hunted, but rather becomes hereditary over generations. While we often see new mental habits or instincts develop in domesticated animals, it's much harder to find examples of acquired hereditary knowledge in animals living in the wild. When it comes to birds being wild toward humans, the only explanation seems to be that it's an inherited behavior: relatively few young birds are harmed by humans in any given year in England, yet almost all, including nestlings, fear him; on the other hand, many birds in the Galapagos and Falklands that have been hunted and harmed by humans still don’t develop a healthy fear of him. These facts suggest the devastating impact that introducing a new predator can have in a region before the instincts of the native species adapt to the new threat.
CHAPTER XVIII — TAHITI AND NEW ZEALAND
Pass through the Low Archipelago—Tahiti—Aspect—Vegetation on the Mountains—View of Eimeo—Excursion into the Interior—Profound Ravines—Succession of Waterfalls—Number of wild useful Plants—Temperance of the Inhabitants—Their moral state—Parliament convened—New Zealand—Bay of Islands—Hippahs—Excursion to Waimate—Missionary Establishment—English Weeds now run wild—Waiomio—Funeral of a New Zealand Woman—Sail for Australia.
Pass through the Low Archipelago—Tahiti—Appearance—Vegetation on the Mountains—View of Eimeo—Trip into the Interior—Deep Ravines—Series of Waterfalls—Variety of useful Wild Plants—Temperance of the Locals—Their moral condition—Parliament assembled—New Zealand—Bay of Islands—Hippahs—Trip to Waimate—Missionary Settlement—English Weeds now growing wild—Waiomio—Funeral of a New Zealand Woman—Sail to Australia.
OCTOBER 20th.—The survey of the Galapagos Archipelago being concluded, we steered towards Tahiti and commenced our long passage of 3200 miles. In the course of a few days we sailed out of the gloomy and clouded ocean-district which extends during the winter far from the coast of South America. We then enjoyed bright and clear weather, while running pleasantly along at the rate of 150 or 160 miles a day before the steady trade-wind. The temperature in this more central part of the Pacific is higher than near the American shore. The thermometer in the poop cabin, by night and day, ranged between 80 and 83 degs., which feels very pleasant; but with one degree or two higher, the heat becomes oppressive. We passed through the Low or Dangerous Archipelago, and saw several of those most curious rings of coral land, just rising above the water's edge, which have been called Lagoon Islands. A long and brilliantly white beach is capped by a margin of green vegetation; and the strip, looking either way, rapidly narrows away in the distance, and sinks beneath the horizon From the mast-head a wide expanse of smooth water can be seen within the ring. These low hollow coral islands bear no proportion to the vast ocean out of which they abruptly rise; and it seems wonderful, that such weak invaders are not overwhelmed, by the all-powerful and never-tiring waves of that great sea, miscalled the Pacific.
OCTOBER 20th.—Having wrapped up our survey of the Galapagos Islands, we set our course for Tahiti and started our long journey of 3200 miles. After a few days, we escaped the gloomy, overcast waters that stretch far from the South American coast during winter. We then enjoyed clear, sunny weather, sailing comfortably at 150 to 160 miles a day with the steady trade winds. The temperature in this central part of the Pacific is warmer than near the American coast. The thermometer in the poop cabin, night and day, stayed between 80 and 83 degrees, which feels nice; however, just a degree or two higher makes it feel oppressive. We passed through the Low or Dangerous Archipelago and saw several fascinating coral islands just above the water, known as Lagoon Islands. They feature a long, bright white beach topped with a ring of green vegetation, and the beach narrows quickly in the distance before disappearing over the horizon. From the masthead, a vast area of calm water can be seen within the ring. These low, hollow coral islands are tiny compared to the immense ocean they rise from so abruptly, and it's amazing that such fragile formations are not overwhelmed by the relentless and powerful waves of that so-called Pacific Ocean.
November 15th.—At daylight, Tahiti, an island which must for ever remain classical to the voyager in the South Sea, was in view. At a distance the appearance was not attractive. The luxuriant vegetation of the lower part could not yet be seen, and as the clouds rolled past, the wildest and most precipitous peaks showed themselves towards the centre of the island. As soon as we anchored in Matavai Bay, we were surrounded by canoes. This was our Sunday, but the Monday of Tahiti: if the case had been reversed, we should not have received a single visit; for the injunction not to launch a canoe on the sabbath is rigidly obeyed. After dinner we landed to enjoy all the delights produced by the first impressions of a new country, and that country the charming Tahiti. A crowd of men, women, and children, was collected on the memorable Point Venus, ready to receive us with laughing, merry faces. They marshalled us towards the house of Mr. Wilson, the missionary of the district, who met us on the road, and gave us a very friendly reception. After sitting a very short time in his house, we separated to walk about, but returned there in the evening.
November 15th.—At dawn, Tahiti, an island that will always be iconic for travelers in the South Seas, came into view. From a distance, it didn't look very appealing. The lush vegetation at the lower elevations wasn't visible yet, and as the clouds moved by, the most rugged and steep peaks of the island became visible in the center. As soon as we dropped anchor in Matavai Bay, canoes surrounded us. This was our Sunday, but it was Monday in Tahiti: if it had been the other way around, we wouldn’t have had a single visitor because the rule against launching a canoe on the Sabbath is strictly followed. After lunch, we went ashore to enjoy all the excitement that comes with the first impressions of a new place, and that place was the beautiful Tahiti. A crowd of men, women, and children gathered at the famous Point Venus, ready to greet us with smiling, cheerful faces. They guided us to the house of Mr. Wilson, the district's missionary, who met us on the path and welcomed us warmly. After sitting for a very short while in his house, we split up to explore but returned there in the evening.
The land capable of cultivation, is scarcely in any part more than a fringe of low alluvial soil, accumulated round the base of the mountains, and protected from the waves of the sea by a coral reef, which encircles the entire line of coast. Within the reef there is an expanse of smooth water, like that of a lake, where the canoes of the natives can ply with safety and where ships anchor. The low land which comes down to the beach of coral-sand, is covered by the most beautiful productions of the intertropical regions. In the midst of bananas, orange, cocoa-nut, and bread-fruit trees, spots are cleared where yams, sweet potatoes, and sugar-cane, and pine-apples are cultivated. Even the brushwood is an imported fruit-tree, namely, the guava, which from its abundance has become as noxious as a weed. In Brazil I have often admired the varied beauty of the bananas, palms, and orange-trees contrasted together; and here we also have the bread-fruit, conspicuous from its large, glossy, and deeply digitated leaf. It is admirable to behold groves of a tree, sending forth its branches with the vigour of an English oak, loaded with large and most nutritious fruit. However seldom the usefulness of an object can account for the pleasure of beholding it, in the case of these beautiful woods, the knowledge of their high productiveness no doubt enters largely into the feeling of admiration. The little winding paths, cool from the surrounding shade, led to the scattered houses; the owners of which everywhere gave us a cheerful and most hospitable reception.
The land that can be farmed is mostly just a narrow strip of fertile soil, built up around the base of the mountains and shielded from the ocean waves by a coral reef that wraps around the entire coast. Inside the reef, there’s a calm area of water, similar to a lake, where local canoes can move safely and where ships can anchor. The low-lying land that reaches the coral-sand beach is filled with the most beautiful plants from tropical regions. Among the bananas, oranges, coconuts, and breadfruit trees, there are clearings where yams, sweet potatoes, sugarcane, and pineapples are grown. Even the underbrush includes an introduced fruit tree, the guava, which has become so plentiful that it's now as troublesome as a weed. In Brazil, I often admired the diverse beauty of the bananas, palms, and orange trees together; here, we also have the breadfruit, easily recognized by its large, shiny, deeply lobed leaves. It's impressive to see groves of this tree, spreading its branches with the strength of an English oak, weighed down with large, nutritious fruit. While the usefulness of something doesn’t always correlate with how pleasing it is to see, in this case, the knowledge of their high productivity surely adds to the admiration. The winding paths, cool from the surrounding shade, led to scattered houses, where the owners warmly welcomed us with cheerful hospitality.
I was pleased with nothing so much as with the inhabitants. There is a mildness in the expression of their countenances which at once banishes the idea of a savage; and intelligence which shows that they are advancing in civilization. The common people, when working, keep the upper part of their bodies quite naked; and it is then that the Tahitians are seen to advantage. They are very tall, broad-shouldered, athletic, and well-proportioned. It has been remarked, that it requires little habit to make a dark skin more pleasing and natural to the eye of an European than his own colour. A white man bathing by the side of a Tahitian, was like a plant bleached by the gardener's art compared with a fine dark green one growing vigorously in the open fields. Most of the men are tattooed, and the ornaments follow the curvature of the body so gracefully, that they have a very elegant effect. One common pattern, varying in its details, is somewhat like the crown of a palm-tree. It springs from the central line of the back, and gracefully curls round both sides. The simile may be a fanciful one, but I thought the body of a man thus ornamented was like the trunk of a noble tree embraced by a delicate creeper.
I was happiest with the people there. They have a gentle expression on their faces that completely removes any thought of savagery, and their intelligence shows they are progressing in civilization. When they work, the common people leave the upper part of their bodies bare, which highlights the Tahitians beautifully. They are tall, broad-shouldered, athletic, and well-proportioned. It has been noted that it doesn't take long for a dark skin to appear more pleasing and natural to an European's eye than his own color. A white man bathing next to a Tahitian resembles a plant bleached by a gardener compared to a vibrant dark green one thriving in the open fields. Most of the men are tattooed, and the designs follow the natural curves of their bodies so elegantly that they look very sophisticated. One common pattern, differing in minor details, resembles the crown of a palm tree. It starts from the center line of the back and elegantly curls around to both sides. The comparison might be a bit fanciful, but I thought a man adorned this way resembled the trunk of a majestic tree embraced by a delicate vine.
Many of the elder people had their feet covered with small figures, so placed as to resemble a sock. This fashion, however, is partly gone by, and has been succeeded by others. Here, although fashion is far from immutable, every one must abide by that prevailing in his youth. An old man has thus his age for ever stamped on his body, and he cannot assume the airs of a young dandy. The women are tattooed in the same manner as the men, and very commonly on their fingers. One unbecoming fashion is now almost universal: namely, shaving the hair from the upper part of the head, in a circular form, so as to leave only an outer ring. The missionaries have tried to persuade the people to change this habit; but it is the fashion, and that is a sufficient answer at Tahiti, as well as at Paris. I was much disappointed in the personal appearance of the women: they are far inferior in every respect to the men. The custom of wearing a white or scarlet flower in the back of the head, or through a small hole in each ear, is pretty. A crown of woven cocoa-nut leaves is also worn as a shade for the eyes. The women appear to be in greater want of some becoming costume even than the men.
Many older people had their feet adorned with small designs, arranged to look like socks. This trend, however, has mostly faded and been replaced by others. Here, although fashion isn’t set in stone, everyone feels the need to stick to what was popular in their youth. An old man carries the marks of his age on his body, and he can't act like a young dandy. The women are tattooed just like the men, often on their fingers. One unflattering trend that has become nearly universal is shaving the hair from the top of the head in a circular pattern, leaving just a ring of hair. The missionaries have tried to convince the people to change this practice, but it’s the style, and that’s a valid reason in Tahiti just as it is in Paris. I was quite disappointed with the appearance of the women; they are significantly less appealing than the men in every way. The tradition of wearing a white or red flower at the back of the head or through a small hole in each ear is lovely. A crown made of woven coconut leaves is also worn to shield the eyes. The women seem to need a more flattering outfit even more than the men do.
Nearly all the natives understand a little English—that is, they know the names of common things; and by the aid of this, together with signs, a lame sort of conversation could be carried on. In returning in the evening to the boat, we stopped to witness a very pretty scene. Numbers of children were playing on the beach, and had lighted bonfires which illumined the placid sea and surrounding trees; others, in circles, were singing Tahitian verses. We seated ourselves on the sand, and joined their party. The songs were impromptu, and I believe related to our arrival: one little girl sang a line, which the rest took up in parts, forming a very pretty chorus. The whole scene made us unequivocally aware that we were seated on the shores of an island in the far-famed South Sea.
Almost all the locals understand a bit of English—they know the names of common things. With this knowledge and some gestures, we could manage a sort of conversation. On our way back to the boat that evening, we stopped to take in a beautiful sight. A bunch of kids were playing on the beach, and they had started bonfires that lit up the calm sea and the trees around us. Others were singing Tahitian songs in circles. We sat down on the sand and joined them. The songs were spontaneous, and I think they were about our arrival: one little girl sang a line, and the others echoed her, creating a lovely chorus. The whole scene made it clear that we were sitting on the shores of an island in the famous South Sea.
17th.—This day is reckoned in the log-book as Tuesday the 17th, instead of Monday the 16th, owing to our, so far, successful chase of the sun. Before breakfast the ship was hemmed in by a flotilla of canoes; and when the natives were allowed to come on board, I suppose there could not have been less than two hundred. It was the opinion of every one that it would have been difficult to have picked out an equal number from any other nation, who would have given so little trouble. Everybody brought something for sale: shells were the main articles of trade. The Tahitians now fully understand the value of money, and prefer it to old clothes or other articles. The various coins, however, of English and Spanish denomination puzzle them, and they never seemed to think the small silver quite secure until changed into dollars. Some of the chiefs have accumulated considerable sums of money. One chief, not long since, offered 800 dollars (about 160 pounds sterling) for a small vessel; and frequently they purchase whale-boats and horses at the rate of from 50 to 100 dollars.
17th.—Today is recorded in the logbook as Tuesday the 17th, instead of Monday the 16th, due to our successful chase of the sun so far. Before breakfast, the ship was surrounded by a fleet of canoes, and when the locals were allowed to come on board, there were at least two hundred of them. Everyone agreed it would have been hard to find another group from any other nation that would have caused so little trouble. Everyone brought something to sell, with shells being the main items for trade. The Tahitians now fully understand the value of money and prefer it to old clothes or other items. However, the different coins, both English and Spanish, confuse them, and they don’t seem to feel that the small silver is safe until it’s exchanged for dollars. Some of the chiefs have managed to save up significant amounts of money. One chief recently offered 800 dollars (about 160 pounds sterling) for a small boat, and they often buy whaleboats and horses for prices ranging from 50 to 100 dollars.
After breakfast I went on shore, and ascended the nearest slope to a height of between two and three thousand feet. The outer mountains are smooth and conical, but steep; and the old volcanic rocks, of which they are formed, have been cut through by many profound ravines, diverging from the central broken parts of the island to the coast. Having crossed the narrow low girt of inhabited and fertile land, I followed a smooth steep ridge between two of the deep ravines. The vegetation was singular, consisting almost exclusively of small dwarf ferns, mingled higher up, with coarse grass; it was not very dissimilar from that on some of the Welsh hills, and this so close above the orchard of tropical plants on the coast was very surprising. At the highest point, which I reached, trees again appeared. Of the three zones of comparative luxuriance, the lower one owes its moisture, and therefore fertility, to its flatness; for, being scarcely raised above the level of the sea, the water from the higher land drains away slowly. The intermediate zone does not, like the upper one, reach into a damp and cloudy atmosphere, and therefore remains sterile. The woods in the upper zone are very pretty, tree-ferns replacing the cocoa-nuts on the coast. It must not, however, be supposed that these woods at all equal in splendour the forests of Brazil. The vast numbers of productions, which characterize a continent, cannot be expected to occur in an island.
After breakfast, I went ashore and climbed the nearest slope to a height of about two to three thousand feet. The outer mountains are smooth and cone-shaped but steep, and the old volcanic rocks they’re made of have been carved by many deep ravines that stretch from the central broken parts of the island down to the coast. After crossing the narrow strip of inhabited and fertile land, I followed a smooth steep ridge between two of the deep ravines. The vegetation was unique, consisting almost exclusively of small dwarf ferns, mixed higher up with coarse grass; it was not very different from what you see on some of the Welsh hills, and finding this so close to the tropical plants on the coast was quite surprising. At the highest point I reached, trees appeared again. Of the three zones of relative abundance, the lower one gets its moisture and therefore fertility from its flatness; since it is barely raised above sea level, the water from the higher land drains away slowly. The middle zone doesn’t, like the upper one, reach into a damp and cloudy atmosphere, so it stays barren. The woods in the upper zone are pretty, with tree ferns replacing the coconut palms on the coast. However, it shouldn’t be assumed that these woods match the grandeur of the forests in Brazil. The vast variety of plant life that characterizes a continent can’t be expected to occur on an island.
From the highest point which I attained, there was a good view of the distant island of Eimeo, dependent on the same sovereign with Tahiti. On the lofty and broken pinnacles, white massive clouds were piled up, which formed an island in the blue sky, as Eimeo itself did in the blue ocean. The island, with the exception of one small gateway, is completely encircled by a reef. At this distance, a narrow but well-defined brilliantly white line was alone visible, where the waves first encountered the wall of coral. The mountains rose abruptly out of the glassy expanse of the lagoon, included within this narrow white line, outside which the heaving waters of the ocean were dark-coloured. The view was striking: it may aptly be compared to a framed engraving, where the frame represents the breakers, the marginal paper the smooth lagoon, and the drawing the island itself. When in the evening I descended from the mountain, a man, whom I had pleased with a trifling gift, met me, bringing with him hot roasted bananas, a pine-apple, and cocoa-nuts. After walking under a burning sun, I do not know anything more delicious than the milk of a young cocoa-nut. Pine-apples are here so abundant that the people eat them in the same wasteful manner as we might turnips. They are of an excellent flavor—perhaps even better than those cultivated in England; and this I believe is the highest compliment which can be paid to any fruit. Before going on board, Mr. Wilson interpreted for me to the Tahitian who had paid me so adroit an attention, that I wanted him and another man to accompany me on a short excursion into the mountains.
From the highest point I reached, there was a great view of the distant island of Eimeo, tied to the same ruler as Tahiti. On the tall and jagged peaks, thick white clouds piled up, creating an island in the blue sky, just like Eimeo itself in the blue ocean. The island is completely surrounded by a reef, except for one small opening. From this distance, only a narrow but clearly defined brilliant white line was visible, where the waves first met the coral wall. The mountains rose steeply from the smooth surface of the lagoon, confined within this narrow white line, beyond which the rolling ocean waters were dark. The scene was striking: it could easily be compared to a framed engraving, where the frame represents the crashing waves, the border represents the calm lagoon, and the island itself is the artwork. When I came down from the mountain in the evening, a man I had pleased with a small gift approached me, bringing hot roasted bananas, a pineapple, and coconuts. After walking under the scorching sun, I can't think of anything more delicious than the milk of a young coconut. Pineapples are so plentiful here that people eat them as wastefully as we might eat turnips. They have an excellent flavor—perhaps even better than those grown in England; I believe that's the highest compliment you can give to any fruit. Before I boarded, Mr. Wilson translated for me to the Tahitian who had shown me such thoughtful attention, as I wanted him and another man to join me on a short trip into the mountains.
18th.—In the morning I came on shore early, bringing with me some provisions in a bag, and two blankets for myself and servant. These were lashed to each end of a long pole, which was alternately carried by my Tahitian companions on their shoulders. These men are accustomed thus to carry, for a whole day, as much as fifty pounds at each end of their poles. I told my guides to provide themselves with food and clothing; but they said that there was plenty of food in the mountains, and for clothing, that their skins were sufficient. Our line of march was the valley of Tiaauru, down which a river flows into the sea by Point Venus. This is one of the principal streams in the island, and its source lies at the base of the loftiest central pinnacles, which rise to a height of about 7000 feet. The whole island is so mountainous that the only way to penetrate into the interior is to follow up the valleys. Our road, at first, lay through woods which bordered each side of the river; and the glimpses of the lofty central peaks, seen as through an avenue, with here and there a waving cocoa-nut tree on one side, were extremely picturesque. The valley soon began to narrow, and the sides to grow lofty and more precipitous. After having walked between three and four hours, we found the width of the ravine scarcely exceeded that of the bed of the stream. On each hand the walls were nearly vertical, yet from the soft nature of the volcanic strata, trees and a rank vegetation sprung from every projecting ledge. These precipices must have been some thousand feet high; and the whole formed a mountain gorge far more magnificent than anything which I had ever before beheld. Until the midday sun stood vertically over the ravine, the air felt cool and damp, but now it became very sultry. Shaded by a ledge of rock, beneath a facade of columnar lava, we ate our dinner. My guides had already procured a dish of small fish and fresh-water prawns. They carried with them a small net stretched on a hoop; and where the water was deep and in eddies, they dived, and like otters, with their eyes open followed the fish into holes and corners, and thus caught them.
18th.—I came ashore early in the morning, bringing a bag of provisions and two blankets for myself and my servant. These were tied to each end of a long pole, which my Tahitian companions carried on their shoulders. They're used to carrying up to fifty pounds at each end of their poles for an entire day. I told my guides to get food and clothing, but they said there was plenty of food in the mountains and that their skin was enough for clothing. We made our way through the valley of Tiaauru, where a river flows into the sea at Point Venus. This is one of the main rivers on the island, and it originates at the base of the highest peaks, which rise about 7,000 feet. The entire island is so mountainous that the only way to access the interior is by following the valleys. At first, our path went through woods lining both sides of the river, and the views of the tall central peaks seen through the trees, with the occasional waving coconut tree on one side, were truly picturesque. The valley soon narrowed, and the cliffs became taller and steeper. After walking for about three to four hours, we found that the ravine was barely wider than the stream itself. The walls were almost vertical, but due to the soft volcanic rock, trees and dense vegetation grew from every ledge. These cliffs must have been over a thousand feet high, creating a mountain gorge more magnificent than anything I had ever seen. Until the midday sun shone directly overhead, the air felt cool and damp, but now it was really hot. We had our dinner in the shade of a rock ledge beneath a column of lava. My guides had already caught a dish of small fish and freshwater prawns. They brought a small net stretched on a hoop, and where the water was deep and swirling, they dived in like otters, keeping their eyes open to follow the fish into holes and corners, catching them that way.
The Tahitians have the dexterity of amphibious animals in the water. An anecdote mentioned by Ellis shows how much they feel at home in this element. When a horse was landing for Pomarre in 1817, the slings broke, and it fell into the water; immediately the natives jumped overboard, and by their cries and vain efforts at assistance almost drowned it. As soon, however, as it reached the shore, the whole population took to flight, and tried to hide themselves from the man-carrying pig, as they christened the horse.
The Tahitians are as agile in the water as amphibious animals. A story shared by Ellis illustrates how at home they feel in this environment. When a horse was arriving for Pomarre in 1817, the slings broke, and it fell into the water; immediately, the natives jumped overboard, and their shouting and futile attempts to help almost drowned it. However, as soon as it reached the shore, the entire population ran away, trying to hide from the "man-carrying pig," as they named the horse.
A little higher up, the river divided itself into three little streams. The two northern ones were impracticable, owing to a succession of waterfalls which descended from the jagged summit of the highest mountain; the other to all appearance was equally inaccessible, but we managed to ascend it by a most extraordinary road. The sides of the valley were here nearly precipitous, but, as frequently happens with stratified rocks, small ledges projected, which were thickly covered by wild bananas, lilaceous plants, and other luxuriant productions of the tropics. The Tahitians, by climbing amongst these ledges, searching for fruit, had discovered a track by which the whole precipice could be scaled. The first ascent from the valley was very dangerous; for it was necessary to pass a steeply inclined face of naked rock, by the aid of ropes which we brought with us. How any person discovered that this formidable spot was the only point where the side of the mountain was practicable, I cannot imagine. We then cautiously walked along one of the ledges till we came to one of the three streams. This ledge formed a flat spot, above which a beautiful cascade, some hundred feet in height, poured down its waters, and beneath, another high cascade fell into the main stream in the valley below. From this cool and shady recess we made a circuit to avoid the overhanging waterfall. As before, we followed little projecting ledges, the danger being partly concealed by the thickness of the vegetation. In passing from one of the ledges to another, there was a vertical wall of rock. One of the Tahitians, a fine active man, placed the trunk of a tree against this, climbed up it, and then by the aid of crevices reached the summit. He fixed the ropes to a projecting point, and lowered them for our dog and luggage, and then we clambered up ourselves. Beneath the ledge on which the dead tree was placed, the precipice must have been five or six hundred feet deep; and if the abyss had not been partly concealed by the overhanging ferns and lilies my head would have turned giddy, and nothing should have induced me to have attempted it. We continued to ascend, sometimes along ledges, and sometimes along knife-edged ridges, having on each hand profound ravines. In the Cordillera I have seen mountains on a far grander scale, but for abruptness, nothing at all comparable with this. In the evening we reached a flat little spot on the banks of the same stream, which we had continued to follow, and which descends in a chain of waterfalls: here we bivouacked for the night. On each side of the ravine there were great beds of the mountain-banana, covered with ripe fruit. Many of these plants were from twenty to twenty-five feet high, and from three to four in circumference. By the aid of strips of bark for rope, the stems of bamboos for rafters, and the large leaf of the banana for a thatch, the Tahitians in a few minutes built us an excellent house; and with withered leaves made a soft bed.
A little further up, the river split into three small streams. The two northern ones were impossible to navigate due to a series of waterfalls cascading down from the jagged peak of the highest mountain. The third one looked just as inaccessible, but we managed to climb it using an extraordinary route. The sides of the valley here were nearly vertical, but as often happens with layered rocks, small ledges jutted out, covered thickly with wild bananas, lilac plants, and other lush tropical growth. The Tahitians, climbing among these ledges in search of fruit, had discovered a path that allowed one to scale the entire precipice. The first part of the climb from the valley was very risky; we had to cross a steep, bare rock face using ropes we had brought along. I can’t imagine how anyone realized that this daunting spot was the only place where the mountain could be climbed. We then carefully walked along one of the ledges until we reached one of the three streams. This ledge created a flat area, above which a stunning waterfall, about a hundred feet high, poured down, and below, another high cascade fell into the main stream in the valley beneath. From this cool, shady nook, we took a detour to bypass the overhanging waterfall. Just like before, we followed small projecting ledges, with the danger partly hidden by the thick vegetation. Moving from one ledge to another involved a vertical rock wall. One of the Tahitians, an agile man, propped a tree trunk against it, climbed up, and then reached the top using small crevices. He secured the ropes to a protruding point and lowered them for our dog and bags, and then we scrambled up ourselves. Below the ledge where the dead tree was placed, the drop must have been five or six hundred feet deep; if the abyss hadn’t been partly concealed by the overhanging ferns and lilies, I would have felt dizzy and nothing could have convinced me to try it. We continued our ascent, sometimes on ledges and sometimes on sharp ridges, with deep ravines on both sides. In the Cordillera, I have seen mountains on a much grander scale, but for sheer steepness, nothing compares to this. In the evening, we reached a small flat area by the same stream we had been following, which flowed in a series of waterfalls; we decided to camp there for the night. On each side of the ravine, there were large patches of mountain bananas, laden with ripe fruit. Many of these plants stood twenty to twenty-five feet tall and were three to four feet wide. Using strips of bark as rope, bamboo stems as rafters, and large banana leaves for thatch, the Tahitians quickly built us a great shelter, and made a soft bed out of dried leaves.
They then proceeded to make a fire, and cook our evening meal. A light was procured, by rubbing a blunt pointed stick in a groove made in another, as if with intention of deepening it, until by the friction the dust became ignited. A peculiarly white and very light wood (the Hibiscus tiliareus) is alone used for this purpose: it is the same which serves for poles to carry any burden, and for the floating out-riggers to their canoes. The fire was produced in a few seconds: but to a person who does not understand the art, it requires, as I found, the greatest exertion; but at last, to my great pride, I succeeded in igniting the dust. The Gaucho in the Pampas uses a different method: taking an elastic stick about eighteen inches long, he presses one end on his breast, and the other pointed end into a hole in a piece of wood, and then rapidly turns the curved part, like a carpenter's centre-bit. The Tahitians having made a small fire of sticks, placed a score of stones, of about the size of cricket-balls, on the burning wood. In about ten minutes the sticks were consumed, and the stones hot. They had previously folded up in small parcels of leaves, pieces of beef, fish, ripe and unripe bananas, and the tops of the wild arum. These green parcels were laid in a layer between two layers of the hot stones, and the whole then covered up with earth, so that no smoke or steam could escape. In about a quarter of an hour, the whole was most deliciously cooked. The choice green parcels were now laid on a cloth of banana leaves, and with a cocoa-nut shell we drank the cool water of the running stream; and thus we enjoyed our rustic meal.
They then went on to start a fire and cook our dinner. They created light by rubbing a blunt stick in a groove carved into another stick, trying to deepen it until the friction ignited the dust. They used a very light and white wood (the Hibiscus tiliareus) specifically for this; it’s the same wood used for carrying poles and the floating outriggers on their canoes. The fire was made in just a few seconds, but for someone unfamiliar with the technique, as I learned, it takes a lot of effort. Eventually, to my great pride, I managed to ignite the dust. The Gaucho in the Pampas has a different method: he takes an elastic stick about eighteen inches long, presses one end against his chest, and the pointed end into a hole in another piece of wood, then quickly spins the curved part like a carpenter's drill. The Tahitians made a small fire with sticks and placed about twenty stones, roughly the size of cricket balls, on the burning wood. After about ten minutes, the sticks were burned down, and the stones were hot. They had wrapped pieces of beef, fish, ripe and unripe bananas, and the tops of wild arum in small parcels of leaves. These green parcels were layered between two layers of hot stones and then covered with earth to keep in the smoke and steam. In about fifteen minutes, everything was cooked to perfection. The choice green parcels were laid out on a cloth made of banana leaves, and we drank cool water from the stream using a coconut shell; and that’s how we enjoyed our simple meal.
I could not look on the surrounding plants without admiration. On every side were forests of banana; the fruit of which, though serving for food in various ways, lay in heaps decaying on the ground. In front of us there was an extensive brake of wild sugar-cane; and the stream was shaded by the dark green knotted stem of the Ava,—so famous in former days for its powerful intoxicating effects. I chewed a piece, and found that it had an acrid and unpleasant taste, which would have induced any one at once to have pronounced it poisonous. Thanks to the missionaries, this plant now thrives only in these deep ravines, innocuous to every one. Close by I saw the wild arum, the roots of which, when well baked, are good to eat, and the young leaves better than spinach. There was the wild yam, and a liliaceous plant called Ti, which grows in abundance, and has a soft brown root, in shape and size like a huge log of wood: this served us for dessert, for it is as sweet as treacle, and with a pleasant taste. There were, moreover, several other wild fruits, and useful vegetables. The little stream, besides its cool water, produced eels, and cray-fish. I did indeed admire this scene, when I compared it with an uncultivated one in the temperate zones. I felt the force of the remark, that man, at least savage man, with his reasoning powers only partly developed, is the child of the tropics.
I couldn't help but admire the plants around me. Everywhere I looked there were forests of bananas; the fruit, although used for food in different ways, lay in heaps rotting on the ground. In front of us was a wide patch of wild sugarcane, and the stream was shaded by the dark green knotted stem of the Ava, which used to be famous for its strong intoxicating effects. I chewed a piece and found it had a bitter and unpleasant taste that would make anyone think it was poisonous. Thanks to the missionaries, this plant now only grows in these deep ravines and is harmless to everyone. Nearby, I spotted wild arum, whose roots, when properly baked, are tasty, and the young leaves are even better than spinach. There was wild yam and a lily-like plant called Ti, which grows abundantly and has a soft brown root, shaped like a huge log of wood; we used it for dessert because it's as sweet as syrup and has a nice flavor. There were also several other wild fruits and useful vegetables. The little stream, in addition to its cool water, provided eels and crayfish. I truly admired this scene, especially when I compared it to something uncultivated in the temperate zones. I felt the truth in the idea that man, at least primitive man, with his reasoning skills only partly developed, is a product of the tropics.
As the evening drew to a close, I strolled beneath the gloomy shade of the bananas up the course of the stream. My walk was soon brought to a close, by coming to a waterfall between two and three hundred feet high; and again above this there was another. I mention all these waterfalls in this one brook, to give a general idea of the inclination of the land. In the little recess where the water fell, it did not appear that a breath of wind had ever blown. The thin edges of the great leaves of the banana, damp with spray, were unbroken, instead of being, as is so generally the case, split into a thousand shreds. From our position, almost suspended on the mountain side, there were glimpses into the depths of the neighbouring valleys; and the lofty points of the central mountains, towering up within sixty degrees of the zenith, hid half the evening sky. Thus seated, it was a sublime spectacle to watch the shades of night gradually obscuring the last and highest pinnacles.
As evening came to an end, I walked under the dark shade of the banana trees along the stream. My stroll was cut short by a waterfall that was between two and three hundred feet high; and there was another one above it. I mention all these waterfalls in this one stream to give a general sense of how the land slopes. In the small alcove where the water fell, it seemed like not a single breath of wind had ever stirred. The thin edges of the large banana leaves, slick with mist, remained intact, instead of being, as is usually the case, torn into a thousand shreds. From our spot, almost hanging on the mountainside, we could catch glimpses into the depths of the nearby valleys, and the tall peaks of the central mountains, rising steeply within sixty degrees of straight up, blocked out half of the evening sky. Sitting there, it was a breathtaking sight to watch the shadows of night slowly cover the last and highest peaks.
Before we laid ourselves down to sleep, the elder Tahitian fell on his knees, and with closed eyes repeated a long prayer in his native tongue. He prayed as a Christian should do, with fitting reverence, and without the fear of ridicule or any ostentation of piety. At our meals neither of the men would taste food, without saying beforehand a short grace. Those travellers who think that a Tahitian prays only when the eyes of the missionary are fixed on him, should have slept with us that night on the mountain-side. Before morning it rained very heavily; but the good thatch of banana-leaves kept us dry.
Before we went to sleep, the older Tahitian knelt down and, with his eyes closed, said a long prayer in his native language. He prayed like a true Christian, with genuine respect, and without worrying about being laughed at or showing off his faith. At meal times, neither of the men would eat without saying a short blessing first. Those travelers who believe that a Tahitian only prays when a missionary is watching should have spent the night with us on the mountain. It rained heavily before morning, but the good banana leaf thatch kept us dry.
November 19th.—At daylight my friends, after their morning prayer, prepared an excellent breakfast in the same manner as in the evening. They themselves certainly partook of it largely; indeed I never saw any men eat near so much. I suppose such enormously capacious stomachs must be the effect of a large part of their diet consisting of fruit and vegetables, which contain, in a given bulk, a comparatively small portion of nutriment. Unwittingly, I was the means of my companions breaking, as I afterwards learned, one of their own laws, and resolutions: I took with me a flask of spirits, which they could not refuse to partake of; but as often as they drank a little, they put their fingers before their mouths, and uttered the word "Missionary." About two years ago, although the use of the ava was prevented, drunkenness from the introduction of spirits became very prevalent. The missionaries prevailed on a few good men, who saw that their country was rapidly going to ruin, to join with them in a Temperance Society. From good sense or shame, all the chiefs and the queen were at last persuaded to join. Immediately a law was passed, that no spirits should be allowed to be introduced into the island, and that he who sold and he who bought the forbidden article should be punished by a fine. With remarkable justice, a certain period was allowed for stock in hand to be sold, before the law came into effect. But when it did, a general search was made, in which even the houses of the missionaries were not exempted, and all the ava (as the natives call all ardent spirits) was poured on the ground. When one reflects on the effect of intemperance on the aborigines of the two Americas, I think it will be acknowledged that every well-wisher of Tahiti owes no common debt of gratitude to the missionaries. As long as the little island of St. Helena remained under the government of the East India Company, spirits, owing to the great injury they had produced, were not allowed to be imported; but wine was supplied from the Cape of Good Hope. It is rather a striking and not very gratifying fact, that in the same year that spirits were allowed to be sold in Helena, their use was banished from Tahiti by the free will of the people.
November 19th.—At daybreak, my friends, after their morning prayer, made a great breakfast just like they had in the evening. They certainly enjoyed it quite a bit; in fact, I’ve never seen anyone eat so much. I guess their huge appetites come from a large portion of their diet being made up of fruits and vegetables, which have relatively low nutrients compared to their volume. Unknowingly, I caused my companions to break one of their own laws and resolutions: I brought a flask of spirits that they couldn't resist. But every time they took a sip, they covered their mouths and said the word “Missionary.” About two years prior, even though they restricted the use of ava, drunkenness from the introduction of spirits became widespread. The missionaries convinced a few good men, who saw their country was quickly heading towards ruin, to join a Temperance Society. Eventually, all the chiefs and the queen were persuaded to join as well. A law was quickly passed that prohibited the introduction of spirits to the island, and anyone who sold or bought this banned item would face a fine. Remarkably, they allowed a grace period to sell any stock on hand before the law took effect. But when it did, a thorough search was conducted, and even the missionaries’ houses were not exempt; all the ava (which is what the locals call all strong spirits) was poured out onto the ground. When you think about how intemperance affected the native peoples of the two Americas, I believe it’s clear that every well-wisher of Tahiti owes a significant debt of gratitude to the missionaries. As long as St. Helena was governed by the East India Company, spirits were banned from being imported due to the harm they caused, but wine was provided from the Cape of Good Hope. It’s a rather striking and not very pleasing fact that in the same year spirits were allowed to be sold in St. Helena, their use was eliminated from Tahiti by the free will of the people.
After breakfast we proceeded on our Journey. As my object was merely to see a little of the interior scenery, we returned by another track, which descended into the main valley lower down. For some distance we wound, by a most intricate path, along the side of the mountain which formed the valley. In the less precipitous parts we passed through extensive groves of the wild banana. The Tahitians, with their naked, tattooed bodies, their heads ornamented with flowers, and seen in the dark shade of these groves, would have formed a fine picture of man inhabiting some primeval land. In our descent we followed the line of ridges; these were exceedingly narrow, and for considerable lengths steep as a ladder; but all clothed with vegetation. The extreme care necessary in poising each step rendered the walk fatiguing. I did not cease to wonder at these ravines and precipices: when viewing the country from one of the knife-edged ridges, the point of support was so small, that the effect was nearly the same as it must be from a balloon. In this descent we had occasion to use the ropes only once, at the point where we entered the main valley. We slept under the same ledge of rock where we had dined the day before: the night was fine, but from the depth and narrowness of the gorge, profoundly dark.
After breakfast, we continued our journey. Since my goal was just to see a bit of the interior scenery, we took a different path back that led down into the main valley further along. For a while, we twisted along a very complex path beside the mountain that created the valley. In the less steep areas, we passed through large groves of wild bananas. The Tahitians, with their bare, tattooed skin and heads adorned with flowers, looked like a beautiful representation of people living in a primal land against the dark backdrop of these groves. As we went down, we followed the ridges, which were extremely narrow and often as steep as a ladder, but completely covered in vegetation. The extreme caution needed to carefully place each step made the walk tiring. I couldn't stop marveling at the ravines and cliffs: from one of the sharp ridges, the support point was so tiny that it felt almost like being in a balloon. During this descent, we only needed to use the ropes once, at the spot where we entered the main valley. We camped under the same rocky ledge where we had eaten the day before: the night was pleasant, but due to the depth and narrowness of the gorge, it was very dark.
Before actually seeing this country, I found it difficult to understand two facts mentioned by Ellis; namely, that after the murderous battles of former times, the survivors on the conquered side retired into the mountains, where a handful of men could resist a multitude. Certainly half a dozen men, at the spot where the Tahitian reared the old tree, could easily have repulsed thousands. Secondly, that after the introduction of Christianity, there were wild men who lived in the mountains, and whose retreats were unknown to the more civilized inhabitants.
Before I actually visited this country, I struggled to grasp two points mentioned by Ellis: first, that after the brutal battles of the past, the survivors on the defeated side fled to the mountains, where a small group of men could hold off a large force. For sure, just six men at the spot where the Tahitian planted the old tree could have easily defeated thousands. Secondly, after the arrival of Christianity, there were wild men who lived in the mountains, and their hiding places were unknown to the more civilized people.
November 20th.—In the morning we started early, and reached Matavai at noon. On the road we met a large party of noble athletic men, going for wild bananas. I found that the ship, on account of the difficulty in watering, had moved to the harbour of Papawa, to which place I immediately walked. This is a very pretty spot. The cove is surrounded by reefs, and the water as smooth as in a lake. The cultivated ground, with its beautiful productions, interspersed with cottages, comes close down to the water's edge. From the varying accounts which I had read before reaching these islands, I was very anxious to form, from my own observation, a judgment of their moral state,—although such judgment would necessarily be very imperfect. First impressions at all times very much depend on one's previously acquired ideas. My notions were drawn from Ellis's "Polynesian Researches"—an admirable and most interesting work, but naturally looking at everything under a favourable point of view, from Beechey's Voyage; and from that of Kotzebue, which is strongly adverse to the whole missionary system. He who compares these three accounts will, I think, form a tolerably accurate conception of the present state of Tahiti. One of my impressions which I took from the two last authorities, was decidedly incorrect; viz., that the Tahitians had become a gloomy race, and lived in fear of the missionaries. Of the latter feeling I saw no trace, unless, indeed, fear and respect be confounded under one name. Instead of discontent being a common feeling, it would be difficult in Europe to pick out of a crowd half so many merry and happy faces. The prohibition of the flute and dancing is inveighed against as wrong and foolish;—the more than presbyterian manner of keeping the sabbath is looked at in a similar light. On these points I will not pretend to offer any opinion to men who have resided as many years as I was days on the island.
November 20th.—We set off early in the morning and arrived at Matavai by noon. On the way, we ran into a large group of strong, athletic men heading out to gather wild bananas. I discovered that the ship had moved to the harbor of Papawa due to difficulties with getting fresh water, so I walked there right away. It’s a beautiful place. The cove is surrounded by reefs, and the water is as calm as a lake. The farmland, filled with lovely crops and dotted with cottages, stretches right down to the water's edge. From the different accounts I had read before getting to these islands, I was eager to form my own opinion about their moral state—though I knew my judgment would be quite imperfect. First impressions often rely heavily on what you already know. My ideas came from Ellis's "Polynesian Researches"—an excellent and fascinating work that looks at everything in a positive light, along with Beechey's Voyage, and Kotzebue’s, which is very critical of the entire missionary system. Comparing these three accounts, I think, would give a fairly accurate view of the current state of Tahiti. One misconception I had based on the last two sources was that the Tahitians had become a gloomy people who lived in fear of the missionaries. I didn't see any evidence of that feeling, unless you consider fear and respect to be the same thing. Instead of discontent being widespread, it would be hard to find a crowd in Europe with as many cheerful and happy faces. The bans on flutes and dancing are criticized as wrong and foolish; the overly strict way of observing the Sabbath is viewed similarly. I won’t pretend to have an opinion on these matters, considering that those who’ve lived on the island for years know far more than I do from just a few days.
On the whole, it appears to me that the morality and religion of the inhabitants are highly creditable. There are many who attack, even more acrimoniously than Kotzebue, both the missionaries, their system, and the effects produced by it. Such reasoners never compare the present state with that of the island only twenty years ago; nor even with that of Europe at this day; but they compare it with the high standard of Gospel perfection. They expect the missionaries to effect that which the Apostles themselves failed to do. Inasmuch as the condition of the people falls short of this high standard, blame is attached to the missionary, instead of credit for that which he has effected. They forget, or will not remember, that human sacrifices, and the power of an idolatrous priesthood—a system of profligacy unparalleled in any other part of the world—infanticide a consequence of that system—bloody wars, where the conquerors spared neither women nor children—that all these have been abolished; and that dishonesty, intemperance, and licentiousness have been greatly reduced by the introduction of Christianity. In a voyager to forget these things is base ingratitude; for should he chance to be at the point of shipwreck on some unknown coast, he will most devoutly pray that the lesson of the missionary may have extended thus far.
Overall, it seems to me that the morality and religion of the people are quite commendable. Many criticize, even more bitterly than Kotzebue, both the missionaries, their methods, and the results they’ve achieved. These critics never compare the current situation with that of the island just twenty years ago; nor do they compare it with Europe today; instead, they hold it up against the high standard of Gospel perfection. They expect the missionaries to accomplish what even the Apostles couldn’t achieve. Because the people's situation doesn’t live up to this lofty standard, they place blame on the missionary rather than acknowledging what he has accomplished. They forget, or refuse to remember, that human sacrifices, the power of an idolatrous priesthood—a level of corruption unmatched anywhere else in the world—infanticide as a result of that system, and brutal wars that showed no mercy to women or children have all been eliminated; and that dishonesty, alcohol abuse, and sexual immorality have significantly decreased since the introduction of Christianity. For a traveler to overlook these achievements is a serious act of ingratitude; for if he finds himself shipwrecked on some unknown shore, he will sincerely hope that the lessons of the missionary have reached that far.
In point of morality, the virtue of the women, it has been often said, is most open to exception. But before they are blamed too severely, it will be well distinctly to call to mind the scenes described by Captain Cook and Mr. Banks, in which the grandmothers and mothers of the present race played a part. Those who are most severe, should consider how much of the morality of the women in Europe is owing to the system early impressed by mothers on their daughters, and how much in each individual case to the precepts of religion. But it is useless to argue against such reasoners;—I believe that, disappointed in not finding the field of licentiousness quite so open as formerly, they will not give credit to a morality which they do not wish to practise, or to a religion which they undervalue, if not despise.
When it comes to morality, people often say that women's virtue is the most questionable. However, before we blame them too harshly, it’s important to remember the scenarios described by Captain Cook and Mr. Banks, where the grandmothers and mothers of today’s women played significant roles. Those who are most critical should think about how much of European women's morality comes from the values instilled by their mothers from a young age, and how much is shaped by religious teachings. But it’s pointless to argue with such critics; I believe that, feeling frustrated about not finding opportunities for promiscuity as easily as before, they won't acknowledge a morality they don’t want to embrace, or a religion they undervalue or even scorn.
Sunday, 22nd.—The harbour of Papiete, where the queen resides, may be considered as the capital of the island: it is also the seat of government, and the chief resort of shipping. Captain Fitz Roy took a party there this day to hear divine service, first in the Tahitian language, and afterwards in our own. Mr. Pritchard, the leading missionary in the island, performed the service. The chapel consisted of a large airy framework of wood; and it was filled to excess by tidy, clean people, of all ages and both sexes. I was rather disappointed in the apparent degree of attention; but I believe my expectations were raised too high. At all events the appearance was quite equal to that in a country church in England. The singing of the hymns was decidedly very pleasing, but the language from the pulpit, although fluently delivered, did not sound well: a constant repetition of words, like "tata ta, mata mai," rendered it monotonous. After English service, a party returned on foot to Matavai. It was a pleasant walk, sometimes along the sea-beach and sometimes under the shade of the many beautiful trees.
Sunday, 22nd.—The harbor of Papiete, where the queen lives, can be considered the capital of the island. It’s also the seat of government and the main spot for shipping. Captain Fitz Roy took a group there today to attend a church service, first in Tahitian and then in English. Mr. Pritchard, the main missionary on the island, led the service. The chapel was a large, airy wooden structure and was packed with tidy, well-groomed people of all ages and both genders. I was a bit disappointed by the level of attention, but I think my expectations were too high. In any case, the atmosphere was quite comparable to that of a country church in England. The singing of the hymns was genuinely enjoyable, but the preaching, though fluently delivered, didn’t sound great; the constant repetition of phrases like "tata ta, mata mai" made it monotonous. After the English service, a group walked back to Matavai. It was a lovely walk, sometimes along the beach and sometimes under the shade of the many beautiful trees.
About two years ago, a small vessel under English colours was plundered by some of the inhabitants of the Low Islands, which were then under the dominion of the Queen of Tahiti. It was believed that the perpetrators were instigated to this act by some indiscreet laws issued by her majesty. The British government demanded compensation; which was acceded to, and the sum of nearly three thousand dollars was agreed to be paid on the first of last September. The Commodore at Lima ordered Captain Fitz Roy to inquire concerning this debt, and to demand satisfaction if it were not paid. Captain Fitz Roy accordingly requested an interview with the Queen Pomarre, since famous from the ill-treatment she had received from the French; and a parliament was held to consider the question, at which all the principal chiefs of the island and the queen were assembled. I will not attempt to describe what took place, after the interesting account given by Captain Fitz Roy. The money, it appeared, had not been paid; perhaps the alleged reasons were rather equivocal; but otherwise I cannot sufficiently express our general surprise at the extreme good sense, the reasoning powers, moderation, candour, and prompt resolution, which were displayed on all sides. I believe we all left the meeting with a very different opinion of the Tahitians, from what we entertained when we entered. The chiefs and people resolved to subscribe and complete the sum which was wanting; Captain Fitz Roy urged that it was hard that their private property should be sacrificed for the crimes of distant islanders. They replied, that they were grateful for his consideration, but that Pomarre was their Queen, and that they were determined to help her in this her difficulty. This resolution and its prompt execution, for a book was opened early the next morning, made a perfect conclusion to this very remarkable scene of loyalty and good feeling.
About two years ago, a small English ship was robbed by some of the locals from the Low Islands, which were then under the control of the Queen of Tahiti. It was thought that the attackers were motivated by some ill-advised laws issued by her majesty. The British government requested compensation; this request was accepted, and they agreed to pay nearly three thousand dollars by the first of last September. The Commodore in Lima instructed Captain Fitz Roy to look into this debt and demand payment if it wasn’t settled. Captain Fitz Roy therefore asked to meet with Queen Pomarre, who had gained notoriety for the mistreatment she faced from the French, and a meeting was held to discuss the matter, attended by all the main chiefs of the island and the queen. I won’t try to describe what happened afterward, as Captain Fitz Roy’s account is already quite compelling. It turned out the money hadn’t been paid; perhaps the reasons given were a bit unclear, but I can’t adequately express our collective surprise at the remarkable common sense, reasoning, moderation, openness, and quick decision-making shown by everyone involved. I believe we all left the meeting with a much more favorable view of the Tahitians than when we arrived. The chiefs and people decided to chip in and make up the difference needed; Captain Fitz Roy argued that it was unfair for their private property to suffer because of the actions of distant islanders. They responded that they appreciated his concern, but Pomarre was their Queen, and they were committed to supporting her in this challenge. This decision and the swift action taken, as a book was opened early the next morning, perfectly concluded this extraordinary display of loyalty and goodwill.
After the main discussion was ended, several of the chiefs took the opportunity of asking Captain Fitz Roy many intelligent questions on international customs and laws, relating to the treatment of ships and foreigners. On some points, as soon as the decision was made, the law was issued verbally on the spot. This Tahitian parliament lasted for several hours; and when it was over Captain Fitz Roy invited Queen Pomarre to pay the Beagle a visit.
After the main discussion wrapped up, several chiefs took the chance to ask Captain Fitz Roy a lot of thoughtful questions about international customs and laws, especially regarding the treatment of ships and foreigners. For some issues, once a decision was reached, the law was announced right then and there. This Tahitian parliament went on for several hours, and when it concluded, Captain Fitz Roy invited Queen Pomarre to come visit the Beagle.
November 25th.—In the evening four boats were sent for her majesty; the ship was dressed with flags, and the yards manned on her coming on board. She was accompanied by most of the chiefs. The behaviour of all was very proper: they begged for nothing, and seemed much pleased with Captain Fitz Roy's presents. The queen is a large awkward woman, without any beauty, grace or dignity. She has only one royal attribute: a perfect immovability of expression under all circumstances, and that rather a sullen one. The rockets were most admired, and a deep "Oh!" could be heard from the shore, all round the dark bay, after each explosion. The sailors' songs were also much admired; and the queen said she thought that one of the most boisterous ones certainly could not be a hymn! The royal party did not return on shore till past midnight.
November 25th.—In the evening, four boats were sent for her majesty; the ship was adorned with flags, and the crew was lined up on her arrival. She was joined by most of the chiefs. Everyone behaved very appropriately; they asked for nothing and seemed quite pleased with Captain Fitz Roy's gifts. The queen is a large, awkward woman, lacking any beauty, grace, or dignity. She possesses only one royal trait: a completely unchanging expression in all situations, which tends to be quite sullen. The rockets were the biggest hit, and a deep "Oh!" echoed from the shore all around the dark bay after each explosion. The sailors' songs were also well-received; the queen remarked that one of the rowdier ones definitely couldn’t be a hymn! The royal party didn’t head back to shore until after midnight.
26th.—In the evening, with a gentle land-breeze, a course was steered for New Zealand; and as the sun set, we had a farewell view of the mountains of Tahiti—the island to which every voyager has offered up his tribute of admiration.
26th.—In the evening, with a light land breeze, we set our course for New Zealand; and as the sun went down, we caught a last glimpse of the mountains of Tahiti—the island to which every traveler has paid their respects.
December 19th.—In the evening we saw in the distance New Zealand. We may now consider that we have nearly crossed the Pacific. It is necessary to sail over this great ocean to comprehend its immensity. Moving quickly onwards for weeks together, we meet with nothing but the same blue, profoundly deep, ocean. Even within the archipelagoes, the islands are mere specks, and far distant one from the other. Accustomed to look at maps drawn on a small scale, where dots, shading, and names are crowded together, we do not rightly judge how infinitely small the proportion of dry land is to water of this vast expanse. The meridian of the Antipodes has likewise been passed; and now every league, it made us happy to think, was one league nearer to England. These Antipodes call to one's mind old recollections of childish doubt and wonder. Only the other day I looked forward to this airy barrier as a definite point in our voyage homewards; but now I find it, and all such resting-places for the imagination, are like shadows, which a man moving onwards cannot catch. A gale of wind lasting for some days, has lately given us full leisure to measure the future stages in our homeward voyage, and to wish most earnestly for its termination.
December 19th.—In the evening, we saw New Zealand in the distance. We can now say that we are almost across the Pacific. You really need to sail across this vast ocean to understand how huge it is. For weeks, we've been moving quickly and only seeing the same deep blue water. Even in the archipelagos, the islands are tiny and far apart. We're so used to looking at maps that are small in scale, where dots, shading, and names are crammed together, that we don’t appreciate how incredibly small the amount of land is compared to the enormous body of water. We’ve also crossed the meridian of the Antipodes, and now every league we travel brings us closer to England, which is a comforting thought. The idea of the Antipodes brings back childhood memories of doubt and wonder. Just the other day, I thought of this airy barrier as a specific point on our journey home; but now I realize that these markers for the imagination are like shadows that one can't grasp while moving forward. A strong wind has been blowing for several days, giving us plenty of time to think about the future stages of our journey home, and to earnestly wish for it to end.
December 21st.—Early in the morning we entered the Bay of Islands, and being becalmed for some hours near the mouth, we did not reach the anchorage till the middle of the day. The country is hilly, with a smooth outline, and is deeply intersected by numerous arms of the sea extending from the bay. The surface appears from a distance as if clothed with coarse pasture, but this in truth is nothing but fern. On the more distant hills, as well as in parts of the valleys, there is a good deal of woodland. The general tint of the landscape is not a bright green; and it resembles the country a short distance to the south of Concepcion in Chile. In several parts of the bay, little villages of square tidy looking houses are scattered close down to the water's edge. Three whaling-ships were lying at anchor, and a canoe every now and then crossed from shore to shore; with these exceptions, an air of extreme quietness reigned over the whole district. Only a single canoe came alongside. This, and the aspect of the whole scene, afforded a remarkable, and not very pleasing contrast, with our joyful and boisterous welcome at Tahiti.
December 21st.—Early in the morning, we entered the Bay of Islands, and since we were stuck without wind for several hours near the entrance, we didn’t reach the anchorage until midday. The landscape is hilly with smooth outlines, and it's crisscrossed by many sea arms extending from the bay. From a distance, it looks like it’s covered in coarse grass, but in reality, it’s just fern. On the more distant hills, as well as in some valleys, there are quite a few woodlands. The overall color of the landscape isn’t vibrant green; it resembles the area just south of Concepcion in Chile. In several spots around the bay, small villages with tidy square houses are scattered right by the water. Three whaling ships were anchored, and occasionally a canoe would cross from shore to shore; other than that, the entire area was remarkably quiet. Only one canoe came alongside. This, along with the overall atmosphere, created a striking and not particularly pleasant contrast to our lively and boisterous welcome at Tahiti.
In the afternoon we went on shore to one of the larger groups of houses, which yet hardly deserves the title of a village. Its name is Pahia: it is the residence of the missionaries; and there are no native residents except servants and labourers. In the vicinity of the Bay of Islands, the number of Englishmen, including their families, amounts to between two and three hundred. All the cottages, many of which are whitewashed and look very neat, are the property of the English. The hovels of the natives are so diminutive and paltry, that they can scarcely be perceived from a distance. At Pahia, it was quite pleasing to behold the English flowers in the gardens before the houses; there were roses of several kinds, honeysuckle, jasmine, stocks, and whole hedges of sweetbrier.
In the afternoon, we went ashore to one of the larger groups of houses, which barely qualifies as a village. It's called Pahia, and it's where the missionaries live; there are no native residents except for servants and laborers. Around the Bay of Islands, the number of English people, including their families, is between two and three hundred. All the cottages, many of which are whitewashed and look very tidy, belong to the English. The native huts are so small and shabby that they can hardly be seen from a distance. At Pahia, it was quite nice to see the English flowers in the gardens in front of the houses; there were various kinds of roses, honeysuckle, jasmine, stocks, and entire hedges of sweetbriar.
December 22nd.—In the morning I went out walking; but I soon found that the country was very impracticable. All the hills are thickly covered with tall fern, together with a low bush which grows like a cypress; and very little ground has been cleared or cultivated. I then tried the sea-beach; but proceeding towards either hand, my walk was soon stopped by salt-water creeks and deep brooks. The communication between the inhabitants of the different parts of the bay, is (as in Chiloe) almost entirely kept up by boats. I was surprised to find that almost every hill which I ascended, had been at some former time more or less fortified. The summits were cut into steps or successive terraces, and frequently they had been protected by deep trenches. I afterwards observed that the principal hills inland in like manner showed an artificial outline. These are the Pas, so frequently mentioned by Captain Cook under the name of "hippah;" the difference of sound being owing to the prefixed article.
December 22nd.—In the morning, I went out for a walk, but I quickly realized that the countryside was quite difficult to navigate. All the hills were thickly covered with tall ferns and a low bush that grows like a cypress, and very little land had been cleared or farmed. I then tried walking along the beach, but as I moved in either direction, I was soon blocked by saltwater creeks and deep streams. The way people connect between different parts of the bay relies almost entirely on boats, just like in Chiloe. I was surprised to see that nearly every hill I climbed had been fortified at some point in the past. The summits were shaped into steps or terraces, and they were often protected by deep trenches. Later, I noticed that the main hills inland also had an artificial shape. These are the Pas, frequently mentioned by Captain Cook as "hippah;" the difference in pronunciation comes from the article used in front.
That the Pas had formerly been much used, was evident from the piles of shells, and the pits in which, as I was informed, sweet potatoes used to be kept as a reserve. As there was no water on these hills, the defenders could never have anticipated a long siege, but only a hurried attack for plunder, against which the successive terraces would have afforded good protection. The general introduction of fire-arms has changed the whole system of warfare; and an exposed situation on the top of a hill is now worse than useless. The Pas in consequence are, at the present day, always built on a level piece of ground. They consist of a double stockade of thick and tall posts, placed in a zigzag line, so that every part can be flanked. Within the stockade a mound of earth is thrown up, behind which the defenders can rest in safety, or use their fire-arms over it. On the level of the ground little archways sometimes pass through this breastwork, by which means the defenders can crawl out to the stockade and reconnoitre their enemies. The Rev. W. Williams, who gave me this account, added, that in one Pas he had noticed spurs or buttresses projecting on the inner and protected side of the mound of earth. On asking the chief the use of them, he replied, that if two or three of his men were shot, their neighbours would not see the bodies, and so be discouraged.
It was clear that the Pas had been heavily used in the past, as shown by the piles of shells and the pits where, as I was told, sweet potatoes were stored as reserves. Since there was no water on these hills, the defenders could not have expected a long siege, only a quick attack for looting, which the tiered terraces would have protected against well. The widespread use of firearms has completely changed warfare; now, being on top of a hill is more of a disadvantage than anything else. As a result, today’s Pas are always built on flat ground. They feature a double stockade made of thick, tall posts arranged in a zigzag pattern, allowing all areas to be defended. Inside the stockade, there is a mound of earth that provides safety for the defenders, who can shoot over it. At ground level, there are often small archways in this barrier, allowing defenders to crawl out to the stockade to scout their enemies. The Rev. W. Williams, who shared this information with me, noted that in one Pas, he saw spurs or buttresses extending on the inner, protected side of the earthen mound. When he asked the chief what their purpose was, the chief replied that if two or three of his men were shot, their neighbors wouldn’t see the bodies and would thus remain encouraged.
These Pas are considered by the New Zealanders as very perfect means of defence: for the attacking force is never so well disciplined as to rush in a body to the stockade, cut it down, and effect their entry. When a tribe goes to war, the chief cannot order one party to go here and another there; but every man fights in the manner which best pleases himself; and to each separate individual to approach a stockade defended by fire-arms must appear certain death. I should think a more warlike race of inhabitants could not be found in any part of the world than the New Zealanders. Their conduct on first seeing a ship, as described by Captain Cook, strongly illustrates this: the act of throwing volleys of stones at so great and novel an object, and their defiance of "Come on shore and we will kill and eat you all," shows uncommon boldness. This warlike spirit is evident in many of their customs, and even in their smallest actions. If a New Zealander is struck, although but in joke, the blow must be returned and of this I saw an instance with one of our officers.
These Pas are seen by New Zealanders as highly effective defenses: because the attacking force is never disciplined enough to charge the stockade all at once, tear it down, and get in. When a tribe goes to war, the chief can’t command one group to go one way and another to go another; instead, each man fights in a way that suits him best. For any individual, approaching a stockade protected by firearms must feel like certain death. I doubt you could find a more warlike group of people anywhere else in the world than the New Zealanders. Their reaction when they first spotted a ship, as described by Captain Cook, clearly shows this: throwing volleys of stones at such a massive and unfamiliar object, and their taunt of "Come on shore and we will kill and eat you all," reflects extraordinary boldness. This warrior spirit is evident in many of their customs and even in their smallest actions. If a New Zealander is hit, even if it’s just in jest, they feel compelled to return the blow, and I witnessed this happen with one of our officers.
At the present day, from the progress of civilization, there is much less warfare, except among some of the southern tribes. I heard a characteristic anecdote of what took place some time ago in the south. A missionary found a chief and his tribe in preparation for war;—their muskets clean and bright, and their ammunition ready. He reasoned long on the inutility of the war, and the little provocation which had been given for it. The chief was much shaken in his resolution, and seemed in doubt: but at length it occurred to him that a barrel of his gunpowder was in a bad state, and that it would not keep much longer. This was brought forward as an unanswerable argument for the necessity of immediately declaring war: the idea of allowing so much good gunpowder to spoil was not to be thought of; and this settled the point. I was told by the missionaries that in the life of Shongi, the chief who visited England, the love of war was the one and lasting spring of every action. The tribe in which he was a principal chief had at one time been oppressed by another tribe from the Thames River. A solemn oath was taken by the men that when their boys should grow up, and they should be powerful enough, they would never forget or forgive these injuries. To fulfil this oath appears to have been Shongi's chief motive for going to England; and when there it was his sole object. Presents were valued only as they could be converted into arms; of the arts, those alone interested him which were connected with the manufacture of arms. When at Sydney, Shongi, by a strange coincidence, met the hostile chief of the Thames River at the house of Mr. Marsden: their conduct was civil to each other; but Shongi told him that when again in New Zealand he would never cease to carry war into his country. The challenge was accepted; and Shongi on his return fulfilled the threat to the utmost letter. The tribe on the Thames River was utterly overthrown, and the chief to whom the challenge had been given was himself killed. Shongi, although harbouring such deep feelings of hatred and revenge, is described as having been a good-natured person.
Nowadays, due to advancements in civilization, there's much less warfare, except among some of the southern tribes. I heard a typical story about something that happened not long ago in the south. A missionary found a chief and his tribe preparing for war; their muskets were clean and shiny, and their ammunition was ready. He spent a long time discussing the pointlessness of the war and the little provocation that had sparked it. The chief was quite shaken in his determination and seemed uncertain, but eventually, he realized that a barrel of gunpowder was in bad shape and wouldn’t last much longer. This became a compelling argument for declaring war immediately; the thought of letting so much good gunpowder go to waste was unacceptable, and that settled the issue. The missionaries told me that in the life of Shongi, the chief who visited England, the desire for war was the driving force behind all his actions. The tribe where he was a key chief had once been oppressed by another tribe from the Thames River. The men took a solemn oath that when their boys grew up and became strong enough, they would never forget or forgive those wrongs. Keeping this oath seemed to be Shongi's main reason for going to England, and it was his sole focus while he was there. Gifts were valued only if they could be turned into weapons; among the arts, only those related to making weapons interested him. While in Sydney, Shongi coincidentally met the rival chief from the Thames River at Mr. Marsden's house: they were polite to each other, but Shongi told him that when he returned to New Zealand, he would relentlessly carry war into his territory. The challenge was accepted, and on his return, Shongi followed through on his threat. The tribe from the Thames River was completely defeated, and the chief who had been challenged was killed. Despite harboring such strong feelings of hatred and revenge, Shongi is described as being a good-natured person.
In the evening I went with Captain Fitz Roy and Mr. Baker, one of the missionaries, to pay a visit to Kororadika: we wandered about the village, and saw and conversed with many of the people, both men, women, and children. Looking at the New Zealander, one naturally compares him with the Tahitian; both belonging to the same family of mankind. The comparison, however, tells heavily against the New Zealander. He may, perhaps be superior in energy, but in every other respect his character is of a much lower order. One glance at their respective expressions, brings conviction to the mind that one is a savage, the other a civilized man. It would be vain to seek in the whole of New Zealand a person with the face and mien of the old Tahitian chief Utamme. No doubt the extraordinary manner in which tattooing is here practised, gives a disagreeable expression to their countenances. The complicated but symmetrical figures covering the whole face, puzzle and mislead an unaccustomed eye: it is moreover probable, that the deep incisions, by destroying the play of the superficial muscles, give an air of rigid inflexibility. But, besides this, there is a twinkling in the eye, which cannot indicate anything but cunning and ferocity. Their figures are tall and bulky; but not comparable in elegance with those of the working-classes in Tahiti.
In the evening, I went with Captain Fitz Roy and Mr. Baker, one of the missionaries, to visit Kororadika. We strolled around the village and talked with many of the people—men, women, and children. When you look at the New Zealander, you naturally compare him to the Tahitian; both are part of the same human family. However, this comparison heavily favors the Tahitian. The New Zealander may be more energetic, but in every other way, he appears to have a much lower character. A quick look at their expressions makes it clear that one is a savage, and the other is a civilized person. It would be pointless to search throughout all of New Zealand for someone who resembles the old Tahitian chief Utamme. The way tattooing is done here, no doubt, gives a harsh look to their faces. The complicated yet symmetrical patterns covering the entire face can confuse and mislead an untrained eye. Additionally, it's likely that the deep cuts interfere with the movement of the facial muscles, giving an impression of stiffness. Besides that, there's a glint in their eyes that suggests nothing but cunning and ferocity. Their bodies are tall and robust, but they can't match the elegance of the working-class people in Tahiti.
But their persons and houses are filthily dirty and offensive: the idea of washing either their bodies or their clothes never seems to enter their heads. I saw a chief, who was wearing a shirt black and matted with filth, and when asked how it came to be so dirty, he replied, with surprise, "Do not you see it is an old one?" Some of the men have shirts; but the common dress is one or two large blankets, generally black with dirt, which are thrown over their shoulders in a very inconvenient and awkward fashion. A few of the principal chiefs have decent suits of English clothes; but these are only worn on great occasions.
But their people and homes are incredibly dirty and unpleasant: the thought of washing either their bodies or their clothes never seems to cross their minds. I saw a chief who was wearing a shirt that was black and matted with grime, and when asked how it got so dirty, he replied, surprised, "Can't you see it’s an old one?" Some of the men have shirts; but the usual attire is one or two large blankets, typically black with dirt, draped over their shoulders in a very uncomfortable and awkward way. A few of the main chiefs have decent sets of English clothes, but these are only worn on special occasions.
December 23rd.—At a place called Waimate, about fifteen miles from the Bay of Islands, and midway between the eastern and western coasts, the missionaries have purchased some land for agricultural purposes. I had been introduced to the Rev. W. Williams, who, upon my expressing a wish, invited me to pay him a visit there. Mr. Bushby, the British resident, offered to take me in his boat by a creek, where I should see a pretty waterfall, and by which means my walk would be shortened. He likewise procured for me a guide.
December 23rd.—At a place called Waimate, about fifteen miles from the Bay of Islands and halfway between the eastern and western coasts, the missionaries bought some land for farming. I had met Rev. W. Williams, who, when I mentioned I wanted to visit, invited me to come see him there. Mr. Bushby, the British resident, offered to take me in his boat along a creek, where I could see a nice waterfall, which would also make my walk shorter. He also got me a guide.
Upon asking a neighbouring chief to recommend a man, the chief himself offered to go; but his ignorance of the value of money was so complete, that at first he asked how many pounds I would give him, but afterwards was well contented with two dollars. When I showed the chief a very small bundle, which I wanted carried, it became absolutely necessary for him to take a slave. These feelings of pride are beginning to wear away; but formerly a leading man would sooner have died, than undergone the indignity of carrying the smallest burden. My companion was a light active man, dressed in a dirty blanket, and with his face completely tattooed. He had formerly been a great warrior. He appeared to be on very cordial terms with Mr. Bushby; but at various times they had quarrelled violently. Mr. Bushby remarked that a little quiet irony would frequently silence any one of these natives in their most blustering moments. This chief has come and harangued Mr. Bushby in a hectoring manner, saying, "great chief, a great man, a friend of mine, has come to pay me a visit—you must give him something good to eat, some fine presents, etc." Mr. Bushby has allowed him to finish his discourse, and then has quietly replied by some answer such as, "What else shall your slave do for you?" The man would then instantly, with a very comical expression, cease his braggadocio.
When I asked a neighboring chief to recommend someone, he offered to go himself. However, he was so clueless about the value of money that he initially asked how many pounds I would pay him, but later he was just fine with two dollars. When I showed the chief a small bundle that needed to be carried, it became necessary for him to take a slave. This sense of pride is starting to fade; in the past, a prominent man would rather die than carry even the smallest load. My companion was an agile, slender man wearing a dirty blanket, and his face was completely tattooed. He used to be a great warrior. He seemed to have a friendly relationship with Mr. Bushby, although they had fought fiercely at times. Mr. Bushby noted that a bit of quiet sarcasm would often put any of these natives in their most boastful moments in their place. This chief came and lectured Mr. Bushby in an arrogant way, saying, "Great chief, a great man, a friend of mine, has come to visit me—you must give him something good to eat, some nice gifts, etc." Mr. Bushby let him finish and then calmly replied with something like, "What else should your slave do for you?" The man would then instantly stop his bragging with a very comical look on his face.
Some time ago, Mr. Bushby suffered a far more serious attack. A chief and a party of men tried to break into his house in the middle of the night, and not finding this so easy, commenced a brisk firing with their muskets. Mr. Bushby was slightly wounded, but the party was at length driven away. Shortly afterwards it was discovered who was the aggressor; and a general meeting of the chiefs was convened to consider the case. It was considered by the New Zealanders as very atrocious, inasmuch as it was a night attack, and that Mrs. Bushby was lying ill in the house: this latter circumstance, much to their honour, being considered in all cases as a protection. The chiefs agreed to confiscate the land of the aggressor to the King of England. The whole proceeding, however, in thus trying and punishing a chief was entirely without precedent. The aggressor, moreover, lost caste in the estimation of his equals and this was considered by the British as of more consequence than the confiscation of his land.
Some time ago, Mr. Bushby experienced a much more serious attack. A chief and a group of men attempted to break into his house in the middle of the night, and when they found this difficult, they started firing their muskets. Mr. Bushby sustained a minor wound, but the group was ultimately driven away. Shortly after, the identity of the attacker was discovered, and a general meeting of the chiefs was organized to discuss the incident. The New Zealanders viewed it as highly atrocious because it was a nighttime attack and Mrs. Bushby was seriously ill in the house; this latter detail was regarded, to their credit, as a form of protection in such cases. The chiefs decided to confiscate the aggressor's land for the King of England. However, the entire process of trying and punishing a chief was unprecedented. Moreover, the aggressor lost respect among his peers, which the British considered to be of greater importance than the confiscation of his land.
As the boat was shoving off, a second chief stepped into her, who only wanted the amusement of the passage up and down the creek. I never saw a more horrid and ferocious expression than this man had. It immediately struck me I had somewhere seen his likeness: it will be found in Retzch's outlines to Schiller's ballad of Fridolin, where two men are pushing Robert into the burning iron furnace. It is the man who has his arm on Robert's breast. Physiognomy here spoke the truth; this chief had been a notorious murderer, and was an arrant coward to boot. At the point where the boat landed, Mr. Bushby accompanied me a few hundred yards on the road: I could not help admiring the cool impudence of the hoary old villain, whom we left lying in the boat, when he shouted to Mr. Bushby, "Do not you stay long, I shall be tired of waiting here."
As the boat pushed off, a second chief climbed in who was just looking for some entertainment during the ride up and down the creek. I had never seen such a horrible and fierce expression on someone’s face. It immediately hit me that I had seen someone who looked just like him before: it can be found in Retzch's outlines to Schiller's ballad of Fridolin, where two men are pushing Robert into a burning iron furnace. He's the one with his arm on Robert's chest. In this case, appearance told the truth; this chief had been a notorious murderer and was also an absolute coward. When the boat reached the landing point, Mr. Bushby walked with me for a few hundred yards along the road. I couldn't help but admire the shameless audacity of the old villain we left lying in the boat when he called out to Mr. Bushby, "Don’t take too long; I’ll get tired of waiting here."
We now commenced our walk. The road lay along a well beaten path, bordered on each side by the tall fern, which covers the whole country. After travelling some miles, we came to a little country village, where a few hovels were collected together, and some patches of ground cultivated with potatoes. The introduction of the potato has been the most essential benefit to the island; it is now much more used than any native vegetable. New Zealand is favoured by one great natural advantage; namely, that the inhabitants can never perish from famine. The whole country abounds with fern: and the roots of this plant, if not very palatable, yet contain much nutriment. A native can always subsist on these, and on the shell-fish, which are abundant on all parts of the sea-coast. The villages are chiefly conspicuous by the platforms which are raised on four posts ten or twelve feet above the ground, and on which the produce of the fields is kept secure from all accidents.
We started our walk. The road followed a well-trodden path, lined on both sides by tall ferns that cover the entire region. After walking a few miles, we reached a small country village where a few huts were clustered together, and some areas were cultivated with potatoes. The introduction of the potato has been the most significant benefit to the island; it is now far more commonly used than any native vegetable. New Zealand has one major natural advantage: its inhabitants will never face starvation. The entire country is full of ferns, and while the roots of this plant aren't very tasty, they are quite nutritious. A native can always survive on these roots and the shellfish, which are plentiful along the coast. The villages are mainly recognized by the platforms raised on four posts, ten to twelve feet above the ground, where the harvested crops are stored securely.
On coming near one of the huts I was much amused by seeing in due form the ceremony of rubbing, or, as it ought to be called, pressing noses. The women, on our first approach, began uttering something in a most dolorous voice; they then squatted themselves down and held up their faces; my companion standing over them, one after another, placed the bridge of his nose at right angles to theirs, and commenced pressing. This lasted rather longer than a cordial shake of the hand with us, and as we vary the force of the grasp of the hand in shaking, so do they in pressing. During the process they uttered comfortable little grunts, very much in the same manner as two pigs do, when rubbing against each other. I noticed that the slave would press noses with any one he met, indifferently either before or after his master the chief. Although among the savages, the chief has absolute power of life and death over his slave, yet there is an entire absence of ceremony between them. Mr. Burchell has remarked the same thing in Southern Africa, with the rude Bachapins. Where civilization has arrived at a certain point, complex formalities soon arise between the different grades of society: thus at Tahiti all were formerly obliged to uncover themselves as low as the waist in presence of the king.
As I approached one of the huts, I was quite entertained to witness the traditional ceremony of pressing noses. When we got close, the women started to make mournful sounds; they then squatted down and lifted their faces. My companion stood above them, placing the bridge of his nose against theirs at a right angle, and began pressing. This went on longer than a friendly handshake would, and just as we adjust the pressure when we shake hands, they did the same while pressing noses. Throughout the process, they let out soft grunts, similar to how two pigs sound when they rub against each other. I noticed that the slave pressed noses with anyone he met, either before or after his master, the chief. Even though the chief has complete power over life and death concerning his slave, there was no formality between them. Mr. Burchell has observed the same behavior among the rude Bachapins in Southern Africa. Where civilization reaches a certain level, complicated formalities begin to emerge between different social classes; for instance, in Tahiti, everyone used to be required to uncover themselves to the waist in the presence of the king.
The ceremony of pressing noses having been duly completed with all present, we seated ourselves in a circle in the front of one of the hovels, and rested there half-an-hour. All the hovels have nearly the same form and dimensions, and all agree in being filthily dirty. They resemble a cow-shed with one end open, but having a partition a little way within, with a square hole in it, making a small gloomy chamber. In this the inhabitants keep all their property, and when the weather is cold they sleep there. They eat, however, and pass their time in the open part in front. My guides having finished their pipes, we continued our walk. The path led through the same undulating country, the whole uniformly clothed as before with fern. On our right hand we had a serpentine river, the banks of which were fringed with trees, and here and there on the hill sides there was a clump of wood. The whole scene, in spite of its green colour, had rather a desolate aspect. The sight of so much fern impresses the mind with an idea of sterility: this, however, is not correct; for wherever the fern grows thick and breast-high, the land by tillage becomes productive. Some of the residents think that all this extensive open country originally was covered with forests, and that it has been cleared by fire. It is said, that by digging in the barest spots, lumps of the kind of resin which flows from the kauri pine are frequently found. The natives had an evident motive in clearing the country; for the fern, formerly a staple article of food, flourishes only in the open cleared tracks. The almost entire absence of associated grasses, which forms so remarkable a feature in the vegetation of this island, may perhaps be accounted for by the land having been aboriginally covered with forest-trees.
The nose-pressing ceremony wrapped up, and we settled down in a circle in front of one of the huts, where we rested for about half an hour. All the huts are pretty much the same shape and size, and they’re all really dirty. They look like cow sheds with one end open, but there’s a partition set a little way in, with a square hole that creates a dark little room. The people keep all their belongings in there, and when it gets cold, they sleep inside. However, they eat and spend their time in the open area outside. Once my guides finished smoking their pipes, we resumed our walk. The path took us through the same rolling landscape, all covered in ferns. On our right was a winding river, with tree-lined banks, and here and there, clumps of trees on the hillsides. Despite the greenery, the whole scene felt kind of bleak. The sight of so much fern gives off a sense of barrenness, but that isn’t true; wherever the ferns grow thick and high, the land can be quite productive with farming. Some locals believe that this vast, open land was once covered with forests, and that it has been cleared by fire. It’s said that if you dig in the barest spots, you often find lumps of resin from the kauri pine. The natives had a clear reason for clearing the land; the fern, which used to be a main food source, grows only in the cleared areas. The almost complete lack of accompanying grasses, which is such a notable feature of the vegetation on this island, might be explained by the land originally being covered in forest trees.
The soil is volcanic; in several parts we passed over shaggy lavas, and craters could clearly be distinguished on several of the neighbouring hills. Although the scenery is nowhere beautiful, and only occasionally pretty, I enjoyed my walk. I should have enjoyed it more, if my companion, the chief, had not possessed extraordinary conversational powers. I knew only three words: "good," "bad," and "yes:" and with these I answered all his remarks, without of course having understood one word he said. This, however, was quite sufficient: I was a good listener, an agreeable person, and he never ceased talking to me.
The soil is volcanic; in several places, we walked over rough lava, and we could clearly see craters on several nearby hills. Although the view isn't particularly beautiful and is only occasionally nice, I enjoyed my walk. I would have enjoyed it more if my companion, the chief, hadn't had such remarkable conversational skills. I only knew three words: "good," "bad," and "yes," and with those, I responded to all his comments without actually understanding a single word he said. However, that was more than enough: I was a good listener, a pleasant person, and he kept talking to me non-stop.
At length we reached Waimate. After having passed over so many miles of an uninhabited useless country, the sudden appearance of an English farm-house, and its well-dressed fields, placed there as if by an enchanter's wand, was exceedingly pleasant. Mr. Williams not being at home, I received in Mr. Davies's house a cordial welcome. After drinking tea with his family party, we took a stroll about the farm. At Waimate there are three large houses, where the missionary gentlemen, Messrs. Williams, Davies, and Clarke, reside; and near them are the huts of the native labourers. On an adjoining slope, fine crops of barley and wheat were standing in full ear; and in another part, fields of potatoes and clover. But I cannot attempt to describe all I saw; there were large gardens, with every fruit and vegetable which England produces; and many belonging to a warmer clime. I may instance asparagus, kidney beans, cucumbers, rhubarb, apples, pears, figs, peaches, apricots, grapes, olives, gooseberries, currants, hops, gorse for fences, and English oaks; also many kinds of flowers. Around the farm-yard there were stables, a thrashing-barn with its winnowing machine, a blacksmith's forge, and on the ground ploughshares and other tools: in the middle was that happy mixture of pigs and poultry, lying comfortably together, as in every English farm-yard. At the distance of a few hundred yards, where the water of a little rill had been dammed up into a pool, there was a large and substantial water-mill.
At last, we arrived at Waimate. After traveling through so many miles of empty, barren land, the sudden sight of an English farmhouse and its well-kept fields felt like magic. Since Mr. Williams wasn't at home, I was warmly welcomed at Mr. Davies's house. After having tea with his family, we took a walk around the farm. At Waimate, there are three large houses where the missionaries, Messrs. Williams, Davies, and Clarke, live; nearby, you can find the huts of the native workers. On a neighboring slope, there were impressive crops of barley and wheat; in another area, fields filled with potatoes and clover. I can't possibly describe everything I saw; there were large gardens with every fruit and vegetable that England grows, along with many from warmer climates. For instance, there were asparagus, kidney beans, cucumbers, rhubarb, apples, pears, figs, peaches, apricots, grapes, olives, gooseberries, currants, hops, gorse for fences, and English oaks; plus, various types of flowers. Around the farmyard, there were stables, a thrashing barn with its winnowing machine, a blacksmith's forge, and on the ground, ploughshares and other tools: in the middle was that delightful mix of pigs and poultry lounging together, just like in any English farmyard. A few hundred yards away, where a small stream had been dammed to create a pool, stood a large, sturdy watermill.
All this is very surprising, when it is considered that five years ago nothing but the fern flourished here. Moreover, native workmanship, taught by the missionaries, has effected this change;—the lesson of the missionary is the enchanter's wand. The house had been built, the windows framed, the fields ploughed, and even the trees grafted, by a New Zealander. At the mill, a New Zealander was seen powdered white with flower, like his brother miller in England. When I looked at this whole scene, I thought it admirable. It was not merely that England was brought vividly before my mind; yet, as the evening drew to a close, the domestic sounds, the fields of corn, the distant undulating country with its trees might well have been mistaken for our fatherland: nor was it the triumphant feeling at seeing what Englishmen could effect; but rather the high hopes thus inspired for the future progress of this fine island.
All this is really surprising, especially considering that five years ago only ferns thrived here. Plus, local craftsmanship, taught by the missionaries, has made this transformation possible; the missionary's lesson is like a magic spell. A New Zealander built the house, framed the windows, plowed the fields, and even grafted the trees. At the mill, a New Zealander was seen covered in flour, just like his fellow miller in England. As I took in the whole scene, I thought it was amazing. It wasn’t just that England came to mind so vividly; even as evening approached, the sounds of home, the fields of corn, and the distant rolling countryside with its trees could easily be mistaken for our homeland. It wasn’t merely a proud feeling at what Englishmen could achieve, but rather the strong hopes inspired for the future progress of this beautiful island.
Several young men, redeemed by the missionaries from slavery, were employed on the farm. They were dressed in a shirt, jacket, and trousers, and had a respectable appearance. Judging from one trifling anecdote, I should think they must be honest. When walking in the fields, a young labourer came up to Mr. Davies, and gave him a knife and gimlet, saying that he had found them on the road, and did not know to whom they belonged! These young men and boys appeared very merry and good-humoured. In the evening I saw a party of them at cricket: when I thought of the austerity of which the missionaries have been accused, I was amused by observing one of their own sons taking an active part in the game. A more decided and pleasing change was manifested in the young women, who acted as servants within the houses. Their clean, tidy, and healthy appearance, like that of the dairy-maids in England, formed a wonderful contrast with the women of the filthy hovels in Kororadika. The wives of the missionaries tried to persuade them not to be tattooed; but a famous operator having arrived from the south, they said, "We really must just have a few lines on our lips; else when we grow old, our lips will shrivel, and we shall be so very ugly." There is not nearly so much tattooing as formerly; but as it is a badge of distinction between the chief and the slave, it will probably long be practised. So soon does any train of ideas become habitual, that the missionaries told me that even in their eyes a plain face looked mean, and not like that of a New Zealand gentleman.
Several young men, rescued from slavery by the missionaries, were working on the farm. They wore shirts, jackets, and trousers, and they looked respectable. From a small story I heard, I think they must be honest. While walking in the fields, a young worker approached Mr. Davies and handed him a knife and a gimlet, saying he had found them on the road and didn't know who they belonged to! These young men and boys seemed very cheerful and good-natured. In the evening, I saw a group of them playing cricket; considering the strictness that the missionaries have been accused of, I found it amusing to see one of their own sons actively participating in the game. A more noticeable and pleasant change was evident in the young women, who worked as servants in the homes. Their clean, neat, and healthy appearance, much like that of dairy maids in England, was a striking contrast to the women in the filthy huts of Kororadika. The wives of the missionaries tried to convince them not to get tattooed; however, a well-known tattoo artist had come from the south, and they said, "We really should just get a few lines on our lips; otherwise, when we get older, our lips will shrivel, and we'll look quite unattractive." There is far less tattooing than before, but since it serves as a mark of distinction between chiefs and slaves, it will probably continue for a long time. Any pattern of thinking can quickly become ingrained; the missionaries mentioned that even in their view, a plain face seemed lowly, not fitting for a New Zealand gentleman.
Late in the evening I went to Mr. Williams's house, where I passed the night. I found there a large party of children, collected together for Christmas Day, and all sitting round a table at tea. I never saw a nicer or more merry group; and to think that this was in the centre of the land of cannibalism, murder, and all atrocious crimes! The cordiality and happiness so plainly pictured in the faces of the little circle, appeared equally felt by the older persons of the mission.
Late in the evening, I went to Mr. Williams's house, where I spent the night. I found a large group of kids gathered together for Christmas Day, all sitting around a table for tea. I had never seen a nicer or happier bunch; and to think this was in the middle of a place known for cannibalism, murder, and all sorts of terrible crimes! The warmth and joy evident on the faces of those little ones seemed to be shared by the older members of the mission as well.
December 24th.—In the morning, prayers were read in the native tongue to the whole family. After breakfast I rambled about the gardens and farm. This was a market-day, when the natives of the surrounding hamlets bring their potatoes, Indian corn, or pigs, to exchange for blankets, tobacco, and sometimes, through the persuasions of the missionaries, for soap. Mr. Davies's eldest son, who manages a farm of his own, is the man of business in the market. The children of the missionaries, who came while young to the island, understand the language better than their parents, and can get anything more readily done by the natives.
December 24th.—In the morning, prayers were read in the local language for the whole family. After breakfast, I wandered around the gardens and farm. It was market day, when people from nearby villages brought their potatoes, corn, or pigs to trade for blankets, tobacco, and sometimes, thanks to the missionaries' encouragement, for soap. Mr. Davies's oldest son, who runs his own farm, is the one who handles business in the market. The missionary children, who came to the island when they were young, understand the language better than their parents and can get things done more easily with the locals.
A little before noon Messrs. Williams and Davies walked with me to a part of a neighbouring forest, to show me the famous kauri pine. I measured one of the noble trees, and found it thirty-one feet in circumference above the roots. There was another close by, which I did not see, thirty-three feet; and I heard of one no less than forty feet. These trees are remarkable for their smooth cylindrical boles, which run up to a height of sixty, and even ninety feet, with a nearly equal diameter, and without a single branch. The crown of branches at the summit is out of all proportion small to the trunk; and the leaves are likewise small compared with the branches. The forest was here almost composed of the kauri; and the largest trees, from the parallelism of their sides, stood up like gigantic columns of wood. The timber of the kauri is the most valuable production of the island; moreover, a quantity of resin oozes from the bark, which is sold at a penny a pound to the Americans, but its use was then unknown. Some of the New Zealand forest must be impenetrable to an extraordinary degree. Mr. Matthews informed me that one forest only thirty-four miles in width, and separating two inhabited districts, had only lately, for the first time, been crossed. He and another missionary, each with a party of about fifty men, undertook to open a road, but it cost more than a fortnight's labour! In the woods I saw very few birds. With regard to animals, it is a most remarkable fact, that so large an island, extending over more than 700 miles in latitude, and in many parts ninety broad, with varied stations, a fine climate, and land of all heights, from 14,000 feet downwards, with the exception of a small rat, did not possess one indigenous animal. The several species of that gigantic genus of birds, the Deinornis seem here to have replaced mammiferous quadrupeds, in the same manner as the reptiles still do at the Galapagos archipelago. It is said that the common Norway rat, in the short space of two years, annihilated in this northern end of the island, the New Zealand species. In many places I noticed several sorts of weeds, which, like the rats, I was forced to own as countrymen. A leek has overrun whole districts, and will prove very troublesome, but it was imported as a favour by a French vessel. The common dock is also widely disseminated, and will, I fear, for ever remain a proof of the rascality of an Englishman, who sold the seeds for those of the tobacco plant.
A little before noon, Messrs. Williams and Davies walked with me to a part of a nearby forest to show me the famous kauri pine. I measured one of the impressive trees and found it thirty-one feet around above the roots. There was another one close by, which I didn't see, that measured thirty-three feet; and I heard of one that was no less than forty feet. These trees are known for their smooth, cylindrical trunks that rise to heights of sixty, and even ninety feet, with nearly equal diameters and no branches at all. The cluster of branches at the top is disproportionately small compared to the trunk, and the leaves are also small compared to the branches. The forest here was almost entirely made up of kauri, and the largest trees, standing side by side, looked like gigantic wooden columns. The timber of the kauri is the most valuable resource of the island; additionally, a lot of resin seeps from the bark, which is sold to Americans for a penny a pound, although its uses were not known at the time. Some of the New Zealand forest must be remarkably dense. Mr. Matthews told me that one forest, only thirty-four miles wide and separating two inhabited areas, had just been crossed for the first time. He and another missionary, each with about fifty men, tried to clear a road, but it took more than two weeks of work! In the woods, I saw very few birds. It's also quite remarkable that such a large island, stretching over more than 700 miles in latitude and in many areas ninety miles wide, with diverse environments, a pleasant climate, and land ranging from 14,000 feet downward, had no native mammals except for a small rat. The various species of the giant bird genus, Deinornis, seem to have taken the place of mammals, similar to how reptiles still do at the Galapagos Islands. It’s said that the common Norway rat, in just two years, wiped out the New Zealand species in the northern part of the island. In many places, I noticed several kinds of weeds, which, like the rats, I had to accept as part of the local landscape. A leek has taken over entire areas and will likely become a nuisance, but it was brought in as a kindness by a French ship. The common dock is also widespread and, I fear, will forever stand as a reminder of the trickery of an Englishman who sold the seeds claiming they were for the tobacco plant.
On returning from our pleasant walk to the house, I dined with Mr. Williams; and then, a horse being lent me, I returned to the Bay of Islands. I took leave of the missionaries with thankfulness for their kind welcome, and with feelings of high respect for their gentlemanlike, useful, and upright characters. I think it would be difficult to find a body of men better adapted for the high office which they fulfil.
After our nice walk back to the house, I had dinner with Mr. Williams, and then, after borrowing a horse, I went back to the Bay of Islands. I said goodbye to the missionaries, grateful for their warm welcome and holding them in high regard for their gentlemanly, helpful, and honorable character. I believe it would be hard to find a group of people better suited for the important role they play.
Christmas Day.—In a few more days the fourth year of our absence from England will be completed. Our first Christmas Day was spent at Plymouth, the second at St. Martin's Cove, near Cape Horn; the third at Port Desire, in Patagonia; the fourth at anchor in a wild harbour in the peninsula of Tres Montes, this fifth here, and the next, I trust in Providence, will be in England. We attended divine service in the chapel of Pahia; part of the service being read in English, and part in the native language. Whilst at New Zealand we did not hear of any recent acts of cannibalism; but Mr. Stokes found burnt human bones strewed round a fire-place on a small island near the anchorage; but these remains of a comfortable banquet might have been lying there for several years. It is probable that the moral state of the people will rapidly improve. Mr. Bushby mentioned one pleasing anecdote as a proof of the sincerity of some, at least, of those who profess Christianity. One of his young men left him, who had been accustomed to read prayers to the rest of the servants. Some weeks afterwards, happening to pass late in the evening by an outhouse, he saw and heard one of his men reading the Bible with difficulty by the light of the fire, to the others. After this the party knelt and prayed: in their prayers they mentioned Mr. Bushby and his family, and the missionaries, each separately in his respective district.
Christmas Day.—In just a few more days, we’ll have been away from England for four years. We spent our first Christmas in Plymouth, the second at St. Martin's Cove near Cape Horn, the third at Port Desire in Patagonia, and the fourth anchored in a wild harbor in the Tres Montes peninsula. This fifth one is here, and I hope that the next will be in England, with Providence's help. We attended a service at the chapel in Pahia, where part of the service was in English and part in the local language. While we were in New Zealand, we didn’t hear of any recent cases of cannibalism, but Mr. Stokes found burnt human bones scattered around a fireplace on a small island near where we anchored; those remains from a feast might have been there for years. It’s likely that the people’s moral state will improve quickly. Mr. Bushby shared a nice story that showed the sincerity of at least some of those who claim to follow Christianity. One of his young workers, who used to read prayers to the rest of the staff, left him. A few weeks later, late one evening, Mr. Bushby passed by an outhouse and saw one of his men struggling to read the Bible by the light of the fire for the others. After that, the group knelt down and prayed, mentioning Mr. Bushby and his family, as well as the missionaries, each by name in their respective areas.
December 26th.—Mr. Bushby offered to take Mr. Sulivan and myself in his boat some miles up the river to Cawa-Cawa, and proposed afterwards to walk on to the village of Waiomio, where there are some curious rocks. Following one of the arms of the bay, we enjoyed a pleasant row, and passed through pretty scenery, until we came to a village, beyond which the boat could not pass. From this place a chief and a party of men volunteered to walk with us to Waiomio, a distance of four miles. The chief was at this time rather notorious from having lately hung one of his wives and a slave for adultery. When one of the missionaries remonstrated with him he seemed surprised, and said he thought he was exactly following the English method. Old Shongi, who happened to be in England during the Queen's trial, expressed great disapprobation at the whole proceeding: he said he had five wives, and he would rather cut off all their heads than be so much troubled about one. Leaving this village, we crossed over to another, seated on a hill-side at a little distance. The daughter of a chief, who was still a heathen, had died there five days before. The hovel in which she had expired had been burnt to the ground: her body being enclosed between two small canoes, was placed upright on the ground, and protected by an enclosure bearing wooden images of their gods, and the whole was painted bright red, so as to be conspicuous from afar. Her gown was fastened to the coffin, and her hair being cut off was cast at its foot. The relatives of the family had torn the flesh of their arms, bodies, and faces, so that they were covered with clotted blood; and the old women looked most filthy, disgusting objects. On the following day some of the officers visited this place, and found the women still howling and cutting themselves.
December 26th.—Mr. Bushby offered to take Mr. Sulivan and me in his boat a few miles up the river to Cawa-Cawa, and proposed to then walk on to the village of Waiomio, where there are some interesting rocks. Following one of the arms of the bay, we enjoyed a nice row and passed through beautiful scenery until we reached a village, beyond which the boat could not go. From this point, a chief and a group of men volunteered to walk with us to Waiomio, which was four miles away. The chief was somewhat infamous at the time for having recently hanged one of his wives and a slave for adultery. When a missionary expressed his disapproval, the chief seemed surprised and said he thought he was just following the English way. Old Shongi, who had been in England during the Queen’s trial, looked down on the entire proceedings; he said he had five wives, and he'd rather chop off all their heads than be so troubled about just one. Leaving this village, we crossed over to another one set on a hillside a bit away. The daughter of a chief, who was still a pagan, had died there five days earlier. The hut where she died had been burned down: her body was enclosed between two small canoes, positioned upright on the ground, and protected by a fence adorned with wooden images of their gods. The whole setup was painted bright red to make it stand out from a distance. Her gown was attached to the coffin, and her hair was cut off and placed at its base. The family members had torn the skin on their arms, bodies, and faces, so they were covered in clotted blood; the old women looked particularly filthy and repulsive. The next day, some officers visited this place and found the women still wailing and inflicting wounds upon themselves.
We continued our walk, and soon reached Waiomio. Here there are some singular masses of limestone, resembling ruined castles. These rocks have long served for burial places, and in consequence are held too sacred to be approached. One of the young men, however, cried out, "Let us all be brave," and ran on ahead; but when within a hundred yards, the whole party thought better of it, and stopped short. With perfect indifference, however, they allowed us to examine the whole place. At this village we rested some hours, during which time there was a long discussion with Mr. Bushby, concerning the right of sale of certain lands. One old man, who appeared a perfect genealogist, illustrated the successive possessors by bits of stick driven into the ground. Before leaving the houses a little basketful of roasted sweet potatoes was given to each of our party; and we all, according to the custom, carried them away to eat on the road. I noticed that among the women employed in cooking, there was a man-slave: it must be a humiliating thing for a man in this warlike country to be employed in doing that which is considered as the lowest woman's work. Slaves are not allowed to go to war; but this perhaps can hardly be considered as a hardship. I heard of one poor wretch who, during hostilities, ran away to the opposite party; being met by two men, he was immediately seized; but as they could not agree to whom he should belong, each stood over him with a stone hatchet, and seemed determined that the other at least should not take him away alive. The poor man, almost dead with fright, was only saved by the address of a chief's wife. We afterwards enjoyed a pleasant walk back to the boat, but did not reach the ship till late in the evening.
We continued our walk and soon arrived at Waiomio. Here, there are some unique limestone formations that look like ruined castles. These rocks have long been used as burial sites and are considered too sacred to approach. One of the young men shouted, "Let's all be brave!" and ran ahead, but when he got about a hundred yards away, the entire group changed their minds and stopped. However, they allowed us to explore the area without any concern. In this village, we rested for a few hours, during which there was a lengthy discussion with Mr. Bushby about the rights to sell certain lands. One elderly man, who seemed to have an extensive knowledge of genealogy, demonstrated the succession of landowners by sticking bits of wood into the ground. Before we left the houses, each member of our group was given a small basket of roasted sweet potatoes, and we all took them with us to eat on the way. I noticed that among the women cooking, there was a male slave, which must be degrading for a man in this warrior society to be doing what is regarded as the lowest women's work. Slaves aren't allowed to fight, but that may not really be seen as a hardship. I heard about one poor soul who, during a conflict, ran away to the opposing side; when confronted by two men, he was quickly captured. They couldn't agree on who he should belong to, so each held a stone hatchet over him, seemingly determined that the other shouldn't take him away alive. The poor man, nearly paralyzed with fear, was saved only through the quick thinking of a chief's wife. We later enjoyed a nice walk back to the boat but didn't reach the ship until late in the evening.
December 30th.—In the afternoon we stood out of the Bay of Islands, on our course to Sydney. I believe we were all glad to leave New Zealand. It is not a pleasant place. Amongst the natives there is absent that charming simplicity which is found in Tahiti; and the greater part of the English are the very refuse of society. Neither is the country itself attractive. I look back but to one bright spot, and that is Waimate, with its Christian inhabitants.
December 30th.—In the afternoon, we left the Bay of Islands, heading for Sydney. I think we were all relieved to be leaving New Zealand. It’s not a pleasant place. The locals lack the charming simplicity found in Tahiti, and most of the English there are the dregs of society. The country itself is also unappealing. I can only remember one bright spot, and that is Waimate, with its Christian residents.
CHAPTER XIX — AUSTRALIA
Sydney—Excursion to Bathurst—Aspect of the Woods—Party of Natives—Gradual Extinction of the Aborigines—Infection generated by associated Men in health—Blue Mountains—View of the grand gulf-like Valleys—Their origin and formation—Bathurst, general civility of the Lower Orders—State of Society—Van Diemen's Land—Hobart Town—Aborigines all banished—Mount Wellington—King George's Sound—Cheerless Aspect of the Country—Bald Head, calcareous casts of branches of Trees—Party of Natives—Leave Australia.
Sydney—Trip to Bathurst—Look of the Woods—Group of Indigenous People—Slow Decline of the Aborigines—Health Risks Associated with Contact with Sick Individuals—Blue Mountains—View of the Huge, Canyon-like Valleys—Their Formation and History—Bathurst, General Politeness of the Working Class—State of Society—Van Diemen's Land—Hobart Town—Indigenous People Completely Displaced—Mount Wellington—King George's Sound—Dreary Look of the Land—Bald Head, Calcified Imprints of Tree Branches—Group of Indigenous People—Leave Australia.
JANUARY 12th, 1836.—Early in the morning a light air carried us towards the entrance of Port Jackson. Instead of beholding a verdant country, interspersed with fine houses, a straight line of yellowish cliff brought to our minds the coast of Patagonia. A solitary lighthouse, built of white stone, alone told us that we were near a great and populous city. Having entered the harbour, it appears fine and spacious, with cliff-formed shores of horizontally stratified sandstone. The nearly level country is covered with thin scrubby trees, bespeaking the curse of sterility. Proceeding further inland, the country improves: beautiful villas and nice cottages are here and there scattered along the beach. In the distance stone houses, two and three stories high, and windmills standing on the edge of a bank, pointed out to us the neighbourhood of the capital of Australia.
JANUARY 12th, 1836.—Early in the morning, a light breeze guided us toward the entrance of Port Jackson. Instead of seeing a lush landscape dotted with beautiful homes, we were met with a straight line of yellowish cliffs that reminded us of the coast of Patagonia. A solitary white stone lighthouse was the only indication that we were near a large and bustling city. Once we entered the harbor, it appeared nice and spacious, with cliff-shaped shores made of horizontally layered sandstone. The nearly flat land was covered with sparse, scraggly trees, showing the signs of barrenness. As we ventured further inland, the area improved: lovely villas and charming cottages were scattered along the beach. In the distance, stone houses with two or three stories and windmills perched on the edge of a bank signaled that we were close to the capital of Australia.
At last we anchored within Sydney Cove. We found the little basin occupied by many large ships, and surrounded by warehouses. In the evening I walked through the town, and returned full of admiration at the whole scene. It is a most magnificent testimony to the power of the British nation. Here, in a less promising country, scores of years have done many more times more than an equal number of centuries have effected in South America. My first feeling was to congratulate myself that I was born an Englishman. Upon seeing more of the town afterwards, perhaps my admiration fell a little; but yet it is a fine town. The streets are regular, broad, clean, and kept in excellent order; the houses are of a good size, and the shops well furnished. It may be faithfully compared to the large suburbs which stretch out from London and a few other great towns in England; but not even near London or Birmingham is there an appearance of such rapid growth. The number of large houses and other buildings just finished was truly surprising; nevertheless, every one complained of the high rents and difficulty in procuring a house. Coming from South America, where in the towns every man of property is known, no one thing surprised me more than not being able to ascertain at once to whom this or that carriage belonged.
At last, we anchored in Sydney Cove. We found the small harbor filled with many large ships and surrounded by warehouses. In the evening, I walked through the town and returned full of admiration for the whole scene. It’s a magnificent testament to the power of the British nation. Here, in a less promising country, years have accomplished much more than centuries have in South America. My first feeling was to congratulate myself on being born an Englishman. After seeing more of the town later, my admiration maybe waned a bit, but it is still a nice town. The streets are straight, wide, clean, and well maintained; the houses are of a good size, and the shops are well stocked. It can be accurately compared to the large suburbs that spread out from London and a few other major towns in England, but nowhere near London or Birmingham does there seem to be such rapid growth. The number of large houses and other buildings just completed was truly surprising; however, everyone complained about the high rents and difficulties in finding a house. Coming from South America, where everyone of means is known, nothing surprised me more than not being able to immediately find out who owned this or that carriage.
I hired a man and two horses to take me to Bathurst, a village about one hundred and twenty miles in the interior, and the centre of a great pastoral district. By this means I hoped to gain a general idea of the appearance of the country. On the morning of the 16th (January) I set out on my excursion. The first stage took us to Paramatta, a small country town, next to Sydney in importance. The roads were excellent, and made upon the MacAdam principle, whinstone having been brought for the purpose from the distance of several miles. In all respects there was a close resemblance to England: perhaps the alehouses here were more numerous. The iron gangs, or parties of convicts who have committed here some offense, appeared the least like England: they were working in chains, under the charge of sentries with loaded arms.
I hired a guy and two horses to take me to Bathurst, a village about one hundred and twenty miles inland, and the center of a large farming area. I hoped this would give me a general sense of what the countryside looked like. On the morning of January 16th, I set out on my trip. The first leg took us to Paramatta, a small country town that’s next in importance to Sydney. The roads were great, built on the MacAdam principle, with whinstone brought in from several miles away. In many ways, it felt a lot like England: maybe there were even more pubs here. The iron gangs, or groups of convicts who had committed offenses, looked the least like England; they were working in chains, overseen by guards with loaded weapons.
The power which the government possesses, by means of forced labour, of at once opening good roads throughout the country, has been, I believe, one main cause of the early prosperity of this colony. I slept at night at a very comfortable inn at Emu ferry, thirty-five miles from Sydney, and near the ascent of the Blue Mountains. This line of road is the most frequented, and has been the longest inhabited of any in the colony. The whole land is enclosed with high railings, for the farmers have not succeeded in rearing hedges. There are many substantial houses and good cottages scattered about; but although considerable pieces of land are under cultivation, the greater part yet remains as when first discovered.
The government's ability to use forced labor to quickly build good roads across the country has, I think, been a significant factor in the early success of this colony. I stayed overnight at a really comfortable inn at Emu Ferry, thirty-five miles from Sydney, and close to the foothills of the Blue Mountains. This road is the most traveled and has been inhabited the longest of any in the colony. The entire area is surrounded by tall fences, as the farmers have not managed to grow hedges. There are many sturdy houses and nice cottages scattered around; however, even though a good amount of land is being farmed, most of it still looks the same as when it was first discovered.
The extreme uniformity of the vegetation is the most remarkable feature in the landscape of the greater part of New South Wales. Everywhere we have an open woodland, the ground being partially covered with a very thin pasture, with little appearance of verdure. The trees nearly all belong to one family, and mostly have their leaves placed in a vertical, instead of as in Europe, in a nearly horizontal position: the foliage is scanty, and of a peculiar pale green tint, without any gloss. Hence the woods appear light and shadowless: this, although a loss of comfort to the traveller under the scorching rays of summer, is of importance to the farmer, as it allows grass to grow where it otherwise would not. The leaves are not shed periodically: this character appears common to the entire southern hemisphere, namely, South America, Australia, and the Cape of Good Hope. The inhabitants of this hemisphere, and of the intertropical regions, thus lose perhaps one of the most glorious, though to our eyes common, spectacles in the world—the first bursting into full foliage of the leafless tree. They may, however, say that we pay dearly for this by having the land covered with mere naked skeletons for so many months. This is too true but our senses thus acquire a keen relish for the exquisite green of the spring, which the eyes of those living within the tropics, sated during the long year with the gorgeous productions of those glowing climates, can never experience. The greater number of the trees, with the exception of some of the Blue-gums, do not attain a large size; but they grow tall and tolerably straight, and stand well apart. The bark of some of the Eucalypti falls annually, or hangs dead in long shreds which swing about with the wind, and give to the woods a desolate and untidy appearance. I cannot imagine a more complete contrast, in every respect, than between the forests of Valdivia or Chiloe, and the woods of Australia.
The extreme uniformity of the vegetation is the most striking feature in the landscape of most of New South Wales. Everywhere there's open woodland, with the ground partially covered by a very thin layer of grass, showing little greenery. The trees mostly come from a single family and have their leaves arranged vertically, unlike in Europe where they’re nearly horizontal: the foliage is sparse and has a distinctive pale green color, lacking any shine. As a result, the woods seem light and without shadows; this, although it offers less comfort to travelers under the scorching summer sun, is beneficial to farmers because it allows grass to grow in areas where it wouldn’t otherwise. The leaves don’t shed periodically: this trait seems common across the entire southern hemisphere, including South America, Australia, and the Cape of Good Hope. The people in this hemisphere, as well as in intertropical regions, miss what many consider one of the most beautiful experiences in nature—the trees bursting into full leaf after being bare. However, they could argue that we pay a steep price by having our land covered with mere bare skeletons for so many months. This is certainly true, but our senses develop a sharp appreciation for the exquisite green of spring, which those living in the tropics, who are saturated year-round with the vibrant offerings of those lush climates, will never fully know. Most trees, except for some Blue Gums, don’t grow very large; but they reach a good height and stand fairly straight, spaced apart nicely. The bark of some Eucalypti sheds annually or hangs dead in long shreds that sway in the wind, giving the woods a desolate and unkempt look. I can’t imagine a more complete contrast, in every way, than between the forests of Valdivia or Chiloe and the woods of Australia.
At sunset, a party of a score of the black aborigines passed by, each carrying, in their accustomed manner, a bundle of spears and other weapons. By giving a leading young man a shilling, they were easily detained, and threw their spears for my amusement. They were all partly clothed, and several could speak a little English: their countenances were good-humoured and pleasant, and they appeared far from being such utterly degraded beings as they have usually been represented. In their own arts they are admirable. A cap being fixed at thirty yards distance, they transfixed it with a spear, delivered by the throwing-stick with the rapidity of an arrow from the bow of a practised archer. In tracking animals or men they show most wonderful sagacity; and I heard of several of their remarks which manifested considerable acuteness. They will not, however, cultivate the ground, or build houses and remain stationary, or even take the trouble of tending a flock of sheep when given to them. On the whole they appear to me to stand some few degrees higher in the scale of civilization than the Fuegians.
At sunset, a group of about twenty black Aboriginal people walked by, each carrying a bundle of spears and other weapons in their usual way. By giving a young leader a shilling, they were easily persuaded to stay and throw their spears for my entertainment. They were all partially dressed, and several could speak a bit of English; their faces were cheerful and friendly, and they seemed far from the totally degraded beings they are often portrayed as. In their own skills, they are impressive. With a cap set thirty yards away, they managed to hit it with a spear thrown using a throwing stick, as quickly as an arrow from the bow of a skilled archer. When tracking animals or people, they exhibit remarkable intelligence, and I heard several of their comments that showed considerable insight. However, they won't farm the land or build homes to settle down, nor do they bother taking care of a flock of sheep if given one. Overall, they seem to me to be a few steps higher on the scale of civilization than the Fuegians.
It is very curious thus to see in the midst of a civilized people, a set of harmless savages wandering about without knowing where they shall sleep at night, and gaining their livelihood by hunting in the woods. As the white man has travelled onwards, he has spread over the country belonging to several tribes. These, although thus enclosed by one common people, keep up their ancient distinctions, and sometimes go to war with each other. In an engagement which took place lately, the two parties most singularly chose the centre of the village of Bathurst for the field of battle. This was of service to the defeated side, for the runaway warriors took refuge in the barracks.
It’s quite fascinating to see, among a civilized society, a group of harmless individuals wandering around without knowing where they will spend the night, making their living by hunting in the woods. As the white settlers moved further in, they spread across lands that belonged to various tribes. These tribes, even when surrounded by a common group, maintain their unique identities and sometimes go to war with one another. In a recent battle, the two sides notably chose the center of Bathurst village as their battleground. This worked to the advantage of the defeated group, as the fleeing warriors found shelter in the barracks.
The number of aborigines is rapidly decreasing. In my whole ride, with the exception of some boys brought up by Englishmen, I saw only one other party. This decrease, no doubt, must be partly owing to the introduction of spirits, to European diseases (even the milder ones of which, such as the measles, 191 prove very destructive), and to the gradual extinction of the wild animals. It is said that numbers of their children invariably perish in very early infancy from the effects of their wandering life; and as the difficulty of procuring food increases, so must their wandering habits increase; and hence the population, without any apparent deaths from famine, is repressed in a manner extremely sudden compared to what happens in civilized countries, where the father, though in adding to his labour he may injure himself, does not destroy his offspring.
The number of Indigenous people is rapidly declining. Throughout my entire journey, aside from a few boys raised by English settlers, I saw only one other group. This decline is likely due in part to the introduction of alcohol, European diseases (even the milder ones, like measles, 191 can be very harmful), and the gradual disappearance of wildlife. It's said that many of their children often die in early infancy due to their nomadic lifestyle; as it gets harder to find food, their wandering habits must increase, leading to a significant drop in population without any evident deaths from hunger. This is in stark contrast to what happens in developed countries, where a father, even if he overexerts himself, doesn’t endanger his children’s lives.
Besides the several evident causes of destruction, there appears to be some more mysterious agency generally at work. Wherever the European has trod, death seems to pursue the aboriginal. We may look to the wide extent of the Americas, Polynesia, the Cape of Good Hope, and Australia, and we find the same result. Nor is it the white man alone that thus acts the destroyer; the Polynesian of Malay extraction has in parts of the East Indian archipelago, thus driven before him the dark-coloured native. The varieties of man seem to act on each other in the same way as different species of animals—the stronger always extirpating the weaker. It was melancholy at New Zealand to hear the fine energetic natives saying that they knew the land was doomed to pass from their children. Every one has heard of the inexplicable reduction of the population in the beautiful and healthy island of Tahiti since the date of Captain Cook's voyages: although in that case we might have expected that it would have been increased; for infanticide, which formerly prevailed to so extraordinary a degree, has ceased; profligacy has greatly diminished, and the murderous wars become less frequent.
Aside from the obvious reasons for destruction, there seems to be some more mysterious force at work. Wherever Europeans have gone, death seems to follow the native populations. Whether we look at the vast lands of the Americas, Polynesia, the Cape of Good Hope, or Australia, we see the same outcome. It's not just white people who cause this destruction; Polynesians of Malay descent have also pushed out the darker-skinned natives in parts of the East Indian archipelago. Different groups of people seem to impact each other similarly to how different species of animals do—the stronger tend to eliminate the weaker. It was heartbreaking in New Zealand to hear the vibrant native people express their belief that the land would eventually be lost to their descendants. Everyone has heard about the puzzling decline in population in the beautiful and healthy island of Tahiti since Captain Cook's voyages; one would think that the population should have increased, especially since infanticide, which used to be so prevalent, has stopped. Promiscuity has decreased significantly, and violent wars have become less common.
The Rev. J. Williams, in his interesting work, 192 says, that the first intercourse between natives and Europeans, "is invariably attended with the introduction of fever, dysentery, or some other disease, which carries off numbers of the people." Again he affirms, "It is certainly a fact, which cannot be controverted, that most of the diseases which have raged in the islands during my residence there, have been introduced by ships; 193 and what renders this fact remarkable is, that there might be no appearance of disease among the crew of the ship which conveyed this destructive importation." This statement is not quite so extraordinary as it at first appears; for several cases are on record of the most malignant fevers having broken out, although the parties themselves, who were the cause, were not affected. In the early part of the reign of George III., a prisoner who had been confined in a dungeon, was taken in a coach with four constables before a magistrate; and although the man himself was not ill, the four constables died from a short putrid fever; but the contagion extended to no others. From these facts it would almost appear as if the effluvium of one set of men shut up for some time together was poisonous when inhaled by others; and possibly more so, if the men be of different races. Mysterious as this circumstance appears to be, it is not more surprising than that the body of one's fellow-creature, directly after death, and before putrefaction has commenced, should often be of so deleterious a quality, that the mere puncture from an instrument used in its dissection, should prove fatal.
The Rev. J. Williams, in his engaging work, 192 says that the first contact between natives and Europeans "is always accompanied by the spread of fever, dysentery, or some other illness that takes the lives of many people." He further asserts, "It is certainly a fact, which cannot be disputed, that most of the diseases that have hit the islands during my time there have been brought in by ships; 193 and what makes this fact noteworthy is that there may be no signs of illness among the crew of the ship that brought this harmful introduction." This statement is not as unusual as it first seems; there are several recorded cases of severe fevers breaking out, even though the individuals responsible were not themselves affected. In the early part of George III's reign, a prisoner who had been locked up in a dungeon was taken in a coach by four constables to a magistrate; although the man himself was not sick, the four constables died from a brief bout of putrid fever, yet the contagion did not spread to anyone else. From these facts, it almost seems as if the fumes from one group of people kept together for some time are toxic when inhaled by others, potentially more so if the individuals are from different races. Mysterious as this situation may seem, it is not more surprising than the fact that the body of a fellow human, right after death and before decay has begun, can often be of such a harmful quality that even a small puncture from a tool used during dissection can be fatal.
17th.—Early in the morning we passed the Nepean in a ferry-boat. The river, although at this spot both broad and deep, had a very small body of running water. Having crossed a low piece of land on the opposite side, we reached the slope of the Blue Mountains. The ascent is not steep, the road having been cut with much care on the side of a sandstone cliff. On the summit an almost level plain extends, which, rising imperceptibly to the westward, at last attains a height of more than 3000 feet. From so grand a title as Blue Mountains, and from their absolute altitude, I expected to have seen a bold chain of mountains crossing the country; but instead of this, a sloping plain presents merely an inconsiderable front to the low land near the coast. From this first slope, the view of the extensive woodland to the east was striking, and the surrounding trees grew bold and lofty. But when once on the sandstone platform, the scenery becomes exceedingly monotonous; each side of the road is bordered by scrubby trees of the never-failing Eucalyptus family; and with the exception of two or three small inns, there are no houses or cultivated land: the road, moreover, is solitary; the most frequent object being a bullock-waggon, piled up with bales of wool.
17th.—Early in the morning, we took a ferry across the Nepean. The river, although broad and deep at this point, had only a small amount of flowing water. After crossing a low area on the other side, we arrived at the slope of the Blue Mountains. The climb isn't steep, as the road has been carefully cut along a sandstone cliff. At the top, there’s a nearly flat plain that gradually rises to the west, eventually reaching over 3000 feet. With such a grand name as the Blue Mountains and their significant elevation, I expected to see a dramatic mountain range cutting across the landscape; instead, there’s just a gentle slope that doesn’t present much of a profile against the coastal lowlands. From this first slope, the view of the vast woodlands to the east was impressive, and the surrounding trees were tall and bold. However, once we were on the sandstone plateau, the scenery became quite monotonous; both sides of the road were lined with scraggly trees from the ever-present Eucalyptus family, and aside from a couple of small inns, there were no houses or farmland. The road felt isolated, with the most common sight being a bullock wagon stacked high with bales of wool.
In the middle of the day we baited our horses at a little inn, called the Weatherboard. The country here is elevated 2800 feet above the sea. About a mile and a half from this place there is a view exceedingly well worth visiting. Following down a little valley and its tiny rill of water, an immense gulf unexpectedly opens through the trees which border the pathway, at the depth of perhaps 1500 feet. Walking on a few yards, one stands on the brink of a vast precipice, and below one sees a grand bay or gulf, for I know not what other name to give it, thickly covered with forest. The point of view is situated as if at the head of a bay, the line of cliff diverging on each side, and showing headland behind headland, as on a bold sea-coast. These cliffs are composed of horizontal strata of whitish sandstone; and are so absolutely vertical, that in many places a person standing on the edge and throwing down a stone, can see it strike the trees in the abyss below. So unbroken is the line of cliff, that in order to reach the foot of the waterfall, formed by this little stream, it is said to be necessary to go sixteen miles round. About five miles distant in front, another line of cliff extends, which thus appears completely to encircle the valley; and hence the name of bay is justified, as applied to this grand amphitheatrical depression. If we imagine a winding harbour, with its deep water surrounded by bold cliff-like shores, to be laid dry, and a forest to spring up on its sandy bottom, we should then have the appearance and structure here exhibited. This kind of view was to me quite novel, and extremely magnificent.
In the middle of the day, we tied up our horses at a small inn called the Weatherboard. The area here is 2800 feet above sea level. About a mile and a half from this spot, there’s a viewpoint that's definitely worth the trip. Following a little valley and its small stream, a huge gorge suddenly opens up through the trees lining the path, dropping about 1500 feet. After walking a few yards, you find yourself at the edge of a massive cliff, looking down at a magnificent bay or gulf—I'm not sure what else to call it—thickly covered in forest. The viewpoint is positioned like the head of a bay, with cliffs fanning out on either side, revealing headland after headland, much like a rugged coastline. These cliffs are made of horizontal layers of pale sandstone and are so perfectly vertical that if someone stands at the edge and drops a stone, they can watch it hit the trees far below. The cliffs are so continuous that to reach the base of the waterfall created by this small stream, you supposedly have to take a sixteen-mile detour. About five miles ahead, another line of cliffs stretches out, making it seem like the valley is completely encircled; this supports the name "bay" for this impressive bowl-shaped depression. If we picture a winding harbor with deep water bordered by steep cliffs, now dry with a forest growing on the sandy bottom, we’d have the look and structure of what we see here. This kind of view was completely new to me and absolutely breathtaking.
In the evening we reached the Blackheath. The sandstone plateau has here attained the height of 3400 feet; and is covered, as before, with the same scrubby woods. From the road, there were occasional glimpses into a profound valley, of the same character as the one described; but from the steepness and depth of its sides, the bottom was scarcely ever to be seen. The Blackheath is a very comfortable inn, kept by an old soldier; and it reminded me of the small inns in North Wales.
In the evening, we arrived at Blackheath. The sandstone plateau here reaches an elevation of 3,400 feet and is still covered with the same scraggly woods. From the road, we caught occasional glimpses into a deep valley, similar to the one previously described; however, due to the steepness and depth of its sides, the bottom was hardly ever visible. The Blackheath is a cozy inn run by an old soldier, and it reminded me of the small inns in North Wales.
18th.—Very early in the morning, I walked about three miles to see Govett's Leap; a view of a similar character with that near the Weatherboard, but perhaps even more stupendous. So early in the day the gulf was filled with a thin blue haze, which, although destroying the general effect of the view added to the apparent depth at which the forest was stretched out beneath our feet. These valleys, which so long presented an insuperable barrier to the attempts of the most enterprising of the colonists to reach the interior, are most remarkable. Great arm-like bays, expanding at their upper ends, often branch from the main valleys and penetrate the sandstone platform; on the other hand, the platform often sends promontories into the valleys, and even leaves in them great, almost insulated, masses. To descend into some of these valleys, it is necessary to go round twenty miles; and into others, the surveyors have only lately penetrated, and the colonists have not yet been able to drive in their cattle. But the most remarkable feature in their structure is, that although several miles wide at their heads, they generally contract towards their mouths to such a degree as to become impassable. The Surveyor-General, Sir T. Mitchell, 194 endeavoured in vain, first walking and then by crawling between the great fallen fragments of sandstone, to ascend through the gorge by which the river Grose joins the Nepean, yet the valley of the Grose in its upper part, as I saw, forms a magnificent level basin some miles in width, and is on all sides surrounded by cliffs, the summits of which are believed to be nowhere less than 3000 feet above the level of the sea. When cattle are driven into the valley of the Wolgan by a path (which I descended), partly natural and partly made by the owner of the land, they cannot escape; for this valley is in every other part surrounded by perpendicular cliffs, and eight miles lower down, it contracts from an average width of half a mile, to a mere chasm, impassable to man or beast. Sir T. Mitchell states that the great valley of the Cox river with all its branches, contracts, where it unites with the Nepean, into a gorge 2200 yards in width, and about 1000 feet in depth. Other similar cases might have been added.
18th.—Very early in the morning, I walked about three miles to see Govett's Leap; a view that was somewhat similar to the one near the Weatherboard, but maybe even more spectacular. At that early hour, the gorge was covered in a light blue haze, which, while diminishing the overall impact of the view, enhanced the sense of depth of the forest stretched out below us. These valleys, which for a long time were an insurmountable barrier to the most ambitious colonists trying to reach the interior, are truly remarkable. Large arm-like bays, broadening at their tops, often branch off from the main valleys and cut into the sandstone platform; conversely, the platform frequently sends out promontories into the valleys, leaving significant, almost isolated masses behind. To descend into some of these valleys, you have to go around twenty miles, and for others, the surveyors have only recently explored, and the colonists haven’t been able to bring in their cattle yet. But the most striking feature of their structure is that, although several miles wide at their heads, they typically narrow towards their mouths to the point of being impassable. The Surveyor-General, Sir T. Mitchell, 194 tried unsuccessfully, first walking and then crawling between large fallen sandstone blocks, to ascend through the gorge where the Grose River meets the Nepean. However, the upper part of the Grose valley, as I saw it, forms a magnificent level basin several miles wide, surrounded on all sides by cliffs whose peaks are believed to be at least 3000 feet above sea level. When cattle are driven into the Wolgan valley by a path (which I descended), partly natural and partly constructed by the landowner, they cannot get out; this valley is surrounded on all other sides by sheer cliffs, and eight miles downstream, it narrows from an average width of half a mile to a mere chasm, impassable for both people and animals. Sir T. Mitchell reports that the great valley of the Cox River, along with all its branches, narrows where it meets the Nepean into a gorge 2200 yards wide and about 1000 feet deep. Other similar examples could have been mentioned.
The first impression, on seeing the correspondence of the horizontal strata on each side of these valleys and great amphitheatrical depressions, is that they have been hollowed out, like other valleys, by the action of water; but when one reflects on the enormous amount of stone, which on this view must have been removed through mere gorges or chasms, one is led to ask whether these spaces may not have subsided. But considering the form of the irregularly branching valleys, and of the narrow promontories projecting into them from the platforms, we are compelled to abandon this notion. To attribute these hollows to the present alluvial action would be preposterous; nor does the drainage from the summit-level always fall, as I remarked near the Weatherboard, into the head of these valleys, but into one side of their bay-like recesses. Some of the inhabitants remarked to me that they never viewed one of those bay-like recesses, with the headlands receding on both hands, without being struck with their resemblance to a bold sea-coast. This is certainly the case; moreover, on the present coast of New South Wales, the numerous, fine, widely-branching harbours, which are generally connected with the sea by a narrow mouth worn through the sandstone coast-cliffs, varying from one mile in width to a quarter of a mile, present a likeness, though on a miniature scale, to the great valleys of the interior. But then immediately occurs the startling difficulty, why has the sea worn out these great, though circumscribed depressions on a wide platform, and left mere gorges at the openings, through which the whole vast amount of triturated matter must have been carried away? The only light I can throw upon this enigma, is by remarking that banks of the most irregular forms appear to be now forming in some seas, as in parts of the West Indies and in the Red Sea, and that their sides are exceedingly steep. Such banks, I have been led to suppose, have been formed by sediment heaped by strong currents on an irregular bottom. That in some cases the sea, instead of spreading out sediment in a uniform sheet, heaps it round submarine rocks and islands, it is hardly possible to doubt, after examining the charts of the West Indies; and that the waves have power to form high and precipitous cliffs, even in land-locked harbours, I have noticed in many parts of South America. To apply these ideas to the sandstone platforms of New South Wales, I imagine that the strata were heaped by the action of strong currents, and of the undulations of an open sea, on an irregular bottom; and that the valley-like spaces thus left unfilled had their steeply sloping flanks worn into cliffs, during a slow elevation of the land; the worn-down sandstone being removed, either at the time when the narrow gorges were cut by the retreating sea, or subsequently by alluvial action.
The first impression of the horizontal layers on each side of these valleys and large amphitheater-like depressions is that they've been carved out, like other valleys, by water. However, when you think about the huge amount of stone that must have been removed through simple gorges or chasms, you start to wonder if these areas might not have sunk. Yet, given the shape of the oddly branching valleys and the narrow cliffs extending into them from the flat areas, we have to reconsider this idea. Suggesting that these hollows were formed by current sediment action doesn’t make sense; drainage from the high ground doesn’t always flow, as I noted near the Weatherboard, into the top of these valleys but instead into one side of their bay-like indentations. Some locals told me that they always feel struck by how similar one of those bay-like indentations, with headlands receding on both sides, looks to a rugged coastline. That’s certainly true; additionally, the current coast of New South Wales has many beautiful, widely branching harbors, usually connected to the sea by a narrow opening worn through the sandstone cliffs, ranging from a mile to a quarter of a mile wide, which bear a resemblance, albeit on a smaller scale, to the large valleys of the interior. However, this immediately raises the puzzling question of why the sea has carved out these large, although limited depressions on a wide platform, leaving only narrow gorges at the openings through which all that crushed material must have been carried away. The only explanation I can offer for this mystery is that banks of the most irregular shapes seem to be forming in some seas, like parts of the West Indies and the Red Sea, and that their sides are very steep. I suspect that such banks have been built up by sediment deposited by strong currents on an uneven seafloor. It's hard to doubt that in some cases, rather than spreading out sediment evenly, the sea piles it around underwater rocks and islands, as can be seen when looking at charts of the West Indies; and that waves can create tall, steep cliffs even in sheltered harbors is something I’ve observed in several areas of South America. To apply these concepts to the sandstone platforms of New South Wales, I think that the layers were built up by strong currents and the waves of an open sea on an uneven seafloor, and that the valley-like areas left unfilled had their steeply sloping sides eroded into cliffs over time during a slow uplift of the land; the eroded sandstone was either removed at the period when the narrow gorges were carved by the retreating sea or later through sediment action.
Soon after leaving the Blackheath, we descended from the sandstone platform by the pass of Mount Victoria. To effect this pass, an enormous quantity of stone has been cut through; the design, and its manner of execution, being worthy of any line of road in England. We now entered upon a country less elevated by nearly a thousand feet, and consisting of granite. With the change of rock, the vegetation improved, the trees were both finer and stood farther apart; and the pasture between them was a little greener and more plentiful. At Hassan's Walls, I left the high road, and made a short detour to a farm called Walerawang; to the superintendent of which I had a letter of introduction from the owner in Sydney. Mr. Browne had the kindness to ask me to stay the ensuing day, which I had much pleasure in doing. This place offers an example of one of the large farming, or rather sheep-grazing establishments of the colony. Cattle and horses are, however, in this case rather more numerous than usual, owing to some of the valleys being swampy and producing a coarser pasture. Two or three flat pieces of ground near the house were cleared and cultivated with corn, which the harvest-men were now reaping: but no more wheat is sown than sufficient for the annual support of the labourers employed on the establishment. The usual number of assigned convict-servants here is about forty, but at the present time there were rather more. Although the farm was well stocked with every necessary, there was an apparent absence of comfort; and not one single woman resided here. The sunset of a fine day will generally cast an air of happy contentment on any scene; but here, at this retired farm-house, the brightest tints on the surrounding woods could not make me forget that forty hardened, profligate men were ceasing from their daily labours, like the slaves from Africa, yet without their holy claim for compassion.
Soon after leaving Blackheath, we went down from the sandstone platform through the pass of Mount Victoria. A huge amount of stone has been cut away to create this pass; the design and execution are impressive and worthy of any road in England. We entered an area that was about a thousand feet lower and made up of granite. With the change in rock, the vegetation improved; the trees looked healthier and were spaced out more, and the grass in between them was a little greener and more abundant. At Hassan's Walls, I left the main road and took a short detour to a farm called Walerawang, where I had a letter of introduction from the owner in Sydney. Mr. Browne kindly invited me to stay the following day, which I was happy to do. This place is a prime example of one of the large farming, or rather sheep-grazing, operations in the colony. Cattle and horses are a bit more numerous here than usual because some of the valleys are swampy, producing coarser grass. A couple of flat areas near the house were cleared and planted with corn, which the harvesters were now gathering. However, only enough wheat is sown to provide for the annual needs of the laborers working on the property. The usual number of assigned convict-servants here is around forty, but there were slightly more at the time. Even though the farm was well-equipped with everything necessary, it felt lacking in comfort, and not a single woman lived here. The sunset on a nice day usually brings a sense of happiness to any scene, but here, at this secluded farmhouse, even the brightest colors on the surrounding woods couldn’t make me forget that forty hardened, reckless men were finishing their daily tasks, like slaves from Africa, but without their rightful claim for sympathy.
Early on the next morning, Mr. Archer, the joint superintendent, had the kindness to take me out kangaroo-hunting. We continued riding the greater part of the day, but had very bad sport, not seeing a kangaroo, or even a wild dog. The greyhounds pursued a kangaroo rat into a hollow tree, out of which we dragged it: it is an animal as large as a rabbit, but with the figure of a kangaroo. A few years since this country abounded with wild animals; but now the emu is banished to a long distance, and the kangaroo is become scarce; to both the English greyhound has been highly destructive. It may be long before these animals are altogether exterminated, but their doom is fixed. The aborigines are always anxious to borrow the dogs from the farm-houses: the use of them, the offal when an animal is killed, and some milk from the cows, are the peace-offerings of the settlers, who push farther and farther towards the interior. The thoughtless aboriginal, blinded by these trifling advantages, is delighted at the approach of the white man, who seems predestined to inherit the country of his children.
Early the next morning, Mr. Archer, the joint superintendent, kindly took me out kangaroo hunting. We spent most of the day riding around but had little luck, not seeing a kangaroo or even a wild dog. The greyhounds chased a kangaroo rat into a hollow tree, which we managed to pull out: it's an animal about the size of a rabbit, but shaped like a kangaroo. A few years ago, this area was full of wild animals; now the emu has retreated far away, and kangaroos are becoming rare. The English greyhound has been particularly destructive to both. It may be a while before these animals are completely wiped out, but their fate is sealed. The aborigines are always eager to borrow the dogs from the farmhouses; the use of them, the scraps when an animal is killed, and some milk from the cows are the peace offerings of the settlers, who keep pushing further into the interior. The careless aborigine, blinded by these small benefits, is thrilled at the arrival of the white man, who seems destined to take over the land of his people.
Although having poor sport, we enjoyed a pleasant ride. The woodland is generally so open that a person on horseback can gallop through it. It is traversed by a few flat-bottomed valleys, which are green and free from trees: in such spots the scenery was pretty like that of a park. In the whole country I scarcely saw a place without the marks of a fire; whether these had been more or less recent—whether the stumps were more or less black, was the greatest change which varied the uniformity, so wearisome to the traveller's eye. In these woods there are not many birds; I saw, however, some large flocks of the white cockatoo feeding in a corn-field, and a few most beautiful parrots; crows, like our jackdaws were not uncommon, and another bird something like the magpie. In the dusk of the evening I took a stroll along a chain of ponds, which in this dry country represented the course of a river, and had the good fortune to see several of the famous Ornithorhynchus paradoxus. They were diving and playing about the surface of the water, but showed so little of their bodies, that they might easily have been mistaken for water-rats. Mr. Browne shot one: certainly it is a most extraordinary animal; a stuffed specimen does not at all give a good idea of the appearance of the head and beak when fresh; the latter becoming hard and contracted. 195
Even though the sport wasn't great, we had a pleasant ride. The woodlands are usually so open that someone on horseback can gallop through. A few flat-bottomed valleys cut through it, which are green and treeless; in those areas, the scenery was quite pretty, resembling a park. Throughout the region, I hardly found a spot without signs of fire; whether those were more or less recent—whether the stumps were more or less charred—was the only thing that broke the monotony, which was tiresome for the traveler’s eye. There aren’t many birds in these woods; however, I did see some large flocks of white cockatoos feeding in a cornfield and a few stunning parrots. Crows, similar to our jackdaws, were not uncommon, along with another bird that resembled a magpie. In the evening twilight, I strolled along a chain of ponds, which in this dry area represented the course of a river, and I was fortunate to see several of the famous Ornithorhynchus paradoxus. They were diving and playing at the water’s surface but showed so little of their bodies that they could easily be mistaken for water rats. Mr. Browne shot one: it’s certainly a remarkable animal; a stuffed specimen doesn’t accurately convey the appearance of the head and beak when fresh; the latter becoming hard and shriveled. 195
20th.—A long day's ride to Bathurst. Before joining the highroad we followed a mere path through the forest; and the country, with the exception of a few squatters' huts, was very solitary. We experienced this day the sirocco-like wind of Australia, which comes from the parched deserts of the interior. Clouds of dust were travelling in every direction; and the wind felt as if it had passed over a fire. I afterwards heard that the thermometer out of doors had stood at 119 degs., and in a closed room at 96 degs. In the afternoon we came in view of the downs of Bathurst. These undulating but nearly smooth plains are very remarkable in this country, from being absolutely destitute of trees. They support only a thin brown pasture. We rode some miles over this country, and then reached the township of Bathurst, seated in the middle of what may be called either a very broad valley, or narrow plain. I was told at Sydney not to form too bad an opinion of Australia by judging of the country from the roadside, nor too good a one from Bathurst; in this latter respect, I did not feel myself in the least danger of being prejudiced. The season, it must be owned, had been one of great drought, and the country did not wear a favourable aspect; although I understand it was incomparably worse two or three months before. The secret of the rapidly growing prosperity of Bathurst is, that the brown pasture which appears to the stranger's eye so wretched, is excellent for sheep-grazing. The town stands, at the height of 2200 feet above the sea, on the banks of the Macquarie. This is one of the rivers flowing into the vast and scarcely known interior. The line of water-shed, which divides the inland streams from those on the coast, has a height of about 3000 feet, and runs in a north and south direction at the distance of from eighty to a hundred miles from the sea-side. The Macquarie figures in the map as a respectable river, and it is the largest of those draining this part of the water-shed; yet to my surprise I found it a mere chain of ponds, separated from each other by spaces almost dry. Generally a small stream is running; and sometimes there are high and impetuous floods. Scanty as the supply of the water is throughout this district, it becomes still scantier further inland.
20th.—A long day's ride to Bathurst. Before hitting the main road, we followed a narrow path through the forest, and aside from a few squatters' huts, the area felt very remote. We experienced the dry, hot wind of Australia that comes from the parched deserts in the interior. Dust clouds were blowing in every direction, and the wind felt like it had passed over a fire. I later heard that the outdoor temperature reached 119°F, while indoors it was 96°F. In the afternoon, we caught sight of the downs of Bathurst. These rolling, almost flat plains are quite notable in this area because they are completely bare of trees, supporting only a sparse brown pasture. We rode several miles across this land before reaching the township of Bathurst, which is nestled in what could be described as a very wide valley or a narrow plain. People in Sydney advised me not to judge Australia too harshly from the roadside or too favorably from Bathurst; in terms of the latter, I didn’t feel I was at risk of forming an overly positive impression. Admittedly, this season had been extremely dry, and the land didn’t look good, although I understood it had been much worse a couple of months earlier. The reason for Bathurst's quick growth seems to be that the poor-looking brown pasture is actually great for sheep grazing. The town is located at an elevation of 2,200 feet above sea level, along the banks of the Macquarie. This river flows into the vast and largely uncharted interior. The watershed line separating the inland streams from those on the coast peaks at about 3,000 feet and runs north-south about eighty to a hundred miles from the coastline. The Macquarie appears as a significant river on maps, being the largest river draining this watershed area; however, to my surprise, I found it to be just a series of ponds separated by mostly dry patches. Usually, a small stream runs through, and sometimes there are heavy floods. Although water supply is limited in this area, it becomes even scarcer further inland.
22nd.—I commenced my return, and followed a new road called Lockyer's Line, along which the country is rather more hilly and picturesque. This was a long day's ride; and the house where I wished to sleep was some way off the road, and not easily found. I met on this occasion, and indeed on all others, a very general and ready civility among the lower orders, which, when one considers what they are, and what they have been, would scarcely have been expected. The farm where I passed the night, was owned by two young men who had only lately come out, and were beginning a settler's life. The total want of almost every comfort was not attractive; but future and certain prosperity was before their eyes, and that not far distant.
22nd.—I started my journey back and took a new route called Lockyer's Line, which was a bit more hilly and scenic. It was a long day of riding, and the place I wanted to stay was off the road and hard to find. On this occasion, as well as on several others, I encountered a general friendliness from the lower class, which was surprising considering their circumstances and history. The farm where I stayed was owned by two young guys who had just arrived and were starting their lives as settlers. The lack of almost any comfort wasn’t appealing, but they had a clear view of future success, and it seemed just around the corner.
The next day we passed through large tracts of country in flames, volumes of smoke sweeping across the road. Before noon we joined our former road, and ascended Mount Victoria. I slept at the Weatherboard, and before dark took another walk to the amphitheatre. On the road to Sydney I spent a very pleasant evening with Captain King at Dunheved; and thus ended my little excursion in the colony of New South Wales.
The next day, we traveled through vast areas of land that were on fire, with clouds of smoke drifting across the road. By noon, we merged back onto our previous route and climbed Mount Victoria. I spent the night at the Weatherboard and took another walk to the amphitheater before it got dark. On the way to Sydney, I had a really nice evening with Captain King at Dunheved, and that's how my short trip in the colony of New South Wales came to an end.
Before arriving here the three things which interested me most were—the state of society amongst the higher classes, the condition of the convicts, and the degree of attraction sufficient to induce persons to emigrate. Of course, after so very short a visit, one's opinion is worth scarcely anything; but it is as difficult not to form some opinion, as it is to form a correct judgment. On the whole, from what I heard, more than from what I saw, I was disappointed in the state of society. The whole community is rancorously divided into parties on almost every subject. Among those who, from their station in life, ought to be the best, many live in such open profligacy that respectable people cannot associate with them. There is much jealousy between the children of the rich emancipist and the free settlers, the former being pleased to consider honest men as interlopers. The whole population, poor and rich, are bent on acquiring wealth: amongst the higher orders, wool and sheep-grazing form the constant subject of conversation. There are many serious drawbacks to the comforts of a family, the chief of which, perhaps, is being surrounded by convict servants. How thoroughly odious to every feeling, to be waited on by a man who the day before, perhaps, was flogged, from your representation, for some trifling misdemeanor. The female servants are of course, much worse: hence children learn the vilest expressions, and it is fortunate, if not equally vile ideas.
Before arriving here, the three things that interested me the most were the state of society among the upper classes, the condition of the convicts, and the level of attraction strong enough to encourage people to emigrate. Of course, after such a short visit, my opinion holds very little weight; but it's just as hard not to form an opinion as it is to make a correct judgment. Overall, from what I heard rather than what I saw, I was disappointed by the state of society. The entire community is bitterly divided into factions on almost every topic. Among those who, by their social status, should set the best example, many live in such open debauchery that respectable people cannot associate with them. There is a lot of jealousy between the children of wealthy emancipists and free settlers, with the former pleased to view honest individuals as intruders. The entire population, rich and poor alike, is focused on acquiring wealth: among the upper class, wool and sheep grazing are the constant topics of conversation. There are many significant drawbacks to family comforts, the main one probably being the presence of convict servants. How utterly repugnant it is to be served by someone who, just the day before, may have been whipped at your request for some minor offense. The female servants are, of course, much worse: as a result, children pick up the most vulgar language, and it’s fortunate if they don't also adopt equally vulgar ideas.
On the other hand, the capital of a person, without any trouble on his part, produces him treble interest to what it will in England; and with care he is sure to grow rich. The luxuries of life are in abundance, and very little dearer than in England, and most articles of food are cheaper. The climate is splendid, and perfectly healthy; but to my mind its charms are lost by the uninviting aspect of the country. Settlers possess a great advantage in finding their sons of service when very young. At the age of from sixteen to twenty, they frequently take charge of distant farming stations. This, however, must happen at the expense of their boys associating entirely with convict servants. I am not aware that the tone of society has assumed any peculiar character; but with such habits, and without intellectual pursuits, it can hardly fail to deteriorate. My opinion is such, that nothing but rather sharp necessity should compel me to emigrate.
On the other hand, a person’s capital can earn them three times the interest compared to what it would in England, and with some care, they're sure to get rich. Life's luxuries are plentiful and only slightly more expensive than in England, while most food items are cheaper. The climate is amazing and perfectly healthy, but to me, its appeal is diminished by the unattractive landscape. Settlers have the advantage of having their sons help out when they're quite young. Between the ages of sixteen and twenty, they often take on responsibilities at remote farms. However, this means their boys end up spending all their time with convict workers. I'm not aware of any unique character that society has developed, but with such habits and a lack of intellectual activities, it’s bound to decline. I believe that only a strong necessity would make me consider emigration.
The rapid prosperity and future prospects of this colony are to me, not understanding these subjects, very puzzling. The two main exports are wool and whale-oil, and to both of these productions there is a limit. The country is totally unfit for canals, therefore there is a not very distant point, beyond which the land-carriage of wool will not repay the expense of shearing and tending sheep. Pasture everywhere is so thin that settlers have already pushed far into the interior: moreover, the country further inland becomes extremely poor. Agriculture, on account of the droughts, can never succeed on an extended scale: therefore, so far as I can see, Australia must ultimately depend upon being the centre of commerce for the southern hemisphere, and perhaps on her future manufactories. Possessing coal, she always has the moving power at hand. From the habitable country extending along the coast, and from her English extraction, she is sure to be a maritime nation. I formerly imagined that Australia would rise to be as grand and powerful a country as North America, but now it appears to me that such future grandeur is rather problematical.
The rapid growth and future potential of this colony are quite puzzling to me since I don't really understand these things. The two main exports are wool and whale oil, and both have their limits. The country is not suitable for canals, so there will come a point where transporting wool by land won’t cover the costs of shearing and caring for the sheep. The pastures are so sparse that settlers have already moved far inland; also, the land becomes very poor further in. Agriculture, due to droughts, can never really succeed on a large scale. So, as far as I can tell, Australia will ultimately rely on being a center for commerce in the southern hemisphere and possibly on its future manufacturing. With coal available, it always has energy resources at hand. Given the habitable land along the coast and its English heritage, it is likely to become a maritime nation. I used to think Australia could grow to be as grand and powerful as North America, but now it seems that such future greatness is quite uncertain.
With respect to the state of the convicts, I had still fewer opportunities of judging than on other points. The first question is, whether their condition is at all one of punishment: no one will maintain that it is a very severe one. This, however, I suppose, is of little consequence as long as it continues to be an object of dread to criminals at home. The corporeal wants of the convicts are tolerably well supplied: their prospect of future liberty and comfort is not distant, and, after good conduct, certain. A "ticket of leave," which, as long as a man keeps clear of suspicion as well as of crime, makes him free within a certain district, is given upon good conduct, after years proportional to the length of the sentence; yet with all this, and overlooking the previous imprisonment and wretched passage out, I believe the years of assignment are passed away with discontent and unhappiness. As an intelligent man remarked to me, the convicts know no pleasure beyond sensuality, and in this they are not gratified. The enormous bribe which Government possesses in offering free pardons, together with the deep horror of the secluded penal settlements, destroys confidence between the convicts, and so prevents crime. As to a sense of shame, such a feeling does not appear to be known, and of this I witnessed some very singular proofs. Though it is a curious fact, I was universally told that the character of the convict population is one of arrant cowardice: not unfrequently some become desperate, and quite indifferent as to life, yet a plan requiring cool or continued courage is seldom put into execution. The worst feature in the whole case is, that although there exists what may be called a legal reform, and comparatively little is committed which the law can touch, yet that any moral reform should take place appears to be quite out of the question. I was assured by well-informed people, that a man who should try to improve, could not while living with other assigned servants;—his life would be one of intolerable misery and persecution. Nor must the contamination of the convict-ships and prisons, both here and in England, be forgotten. On the whole, as a place of punishment, the object is scarcely gained; as a real system of reform it has failed, as perhaps would every other plan; but as a means of making men outwardly honest,—of converting vagabonds, most useless in one hemisphere, into active citizens of another, and thus giving birth to a new and splendid country—a grand centre of civilization—it has succeeded to a degree perhaps unparalleled in history.
Regarding the situation of the convicts, I had even fewer chances to assess it than other aspects. The main question is whether their state is really one of punishment: no one can argue that it's particularly harsh. However, I assume that doesn’t matter much as long as it remains something criminals fear back home. The physical needs of the convicts are fairly well met; their chance for future freedom and comfort isn't far away and, with good behavior, is guaranteed. A "ticket of leave," which allows a man to be free within a certain area as long as he stays clear of suspicion and crime, is granted after a number of years that corresponds to the length of his sentence. Yet, despite all this, and overlooking the earlier imprisonment and miserable journey out, I believe the years of assignment are spent in discontent and unhappiness. As an insightful person pointed out to me, convicts find no enjoyment beyond physical pleasures, and even those aren't fulfilled. The significant incentive the Government has in offering pardons, along with the grave fear of isolated penal settlements, undermines trust among the convicts and thus deters crime. As for a sense of shame, that feeling seems to be absent, and I witnessed some very unusual evidence of this. It's interesting to note that I was consistently told that the convict population is characterized by sheer cowardice: although some occasionally become desperate and indifferent to life, plans requiring steady or sustained bravery are rarely carried out. The most troubling aspect is that while there seems to be what could be called a legal reform, and comparatively little occurs that the law can address, the possibility of any moral reform seems entirely out of reach. Well-informed individuals assured me that a man trying to improve himself would not be able to do so while living with other assigned servants; his life would be filled with unbearable misery and harassment. We must also consider the contamination from the convict ships and prisons, both here and in England. Overall, as a form of punishment, the purpose is hardly achieved; as a genuine reform system, it has failed, likely as every other plan might. However, as a method of making men outwardly honest—turning useless drifters in one hemisphere into productive citizens of another and thus creating a new and thriving country—a major center of civilization—it has succeeded to an extent perhaps unmatched in history.
30th.—The Beagle sailed for Hobart Town in Van Diemen's Land. On the 5th of February, after a six days' passage, of which the first part was fine, and the latter very cold and squally, we entered the mouth of Storm Bay: the weather justified this awful name. The bay should rather be called an estuary, for it receives at its head the waters of the Derwent. Near the mouth, there are some extensive basaltic platforms; but higher up the land becomes mountainous, and is covered by a light wood. The lower parts of the hills which skirt the bay are cleared; and the bright yellow fields of corn, and dark green ones of potatoes, appear very luxuriant. Late in the evening we anchored in the snug cove, on the shores of which stands the capital of Tasmania. The first aspect of the place was very inferior to that of Sydney; the latter might be called a city, this is only a town. It stands at the base of Mount Wellington, a mountain 3100 feet high, but of little picturesque beauty; from this source, however, it receives a good supply of water. Round the cove there are some fine warehouses and on one side a small fort. Coming from the Spanish settlements, where such magnificent care has generally been paid to the fortifications, the means of defence in these colonies appeared very contemptible. Comparing the town with Sydney, I was chiefly struck with the comparative fewness of the large houses, either built or building. Hobart Town, from the census of 1835, contained 13,826 inhabitants, and the whole of Tasmania 36,505.
30th.—The Beagle set sail for Hobart Town in Van Diemen's Land. On February 5th, after a six-day journey that started off nicely but turned very cold and stormy, we entered the mouth of Storm Bay, and the weather lived up to its ominous name. The bay would be better described as an estuary, as it collects the waters of the Derwent River at its head. Near the entrance, there are some large basaltic platforms, but further inland, the land turns mountainous and is covered with light forest. The lower parts of the hills surrounding the bay are cleared, revealing vibrant yellow corn fields and rich green potato fields. Late in the evening, we anchored in a cozy cove where the capital of Tasmania stands. At first glance, the place looked much less impressive than Sydney; while Sydney could be called a city, this is just a town. It sits at the base of Mount Wellington, a 3,100-foot-high mountain that isn’t particularly picturesque, but it provides a good water supply. Around the cove, there are some nice warehouses and a small fort on one side. Coming from the Spanish territories, where great care is usually given to fortifications, the defensive structures in these colonies seemed quite inadequate. In comparing the town to Sydney, I was particularly struck by the relative scarcity of large buildings, either already constructed or in progress. Hobart Town had a population of 13,826 according to the 1835 census, while all of Tasmania had 36,505 residents.
All the aborigines have been removed to an island in Bass's Straits, so that Van Diemen's Land enjoys the great advantage of being free from a native population. This most cruel step seems to have been quite unavoidable, as the only means of stopping a fearful succession of robberies, burnings, and murders, committed by the blacks; and which sooner or later would have ended in their utter destruction. I fear there is no doubt, that this train of evil and its consequences, originated in the infamous conduct of some of our countrymen. Thirty years is a short period, in which to have banished the last aboriginal from his native island,—and that island nearly as large as Ireland. The correspondence on this subject, which took place between the government at home and that of Van Diemen's Land, is very interesting. Although numbers of natives were shot and taken prisoners in the skirmishing, which was going on at intervals for several years; nothing seems fully to have impressed them with the idea of our overwhelming power, until the whole island, in 1830, was put under martial law, and by proclamation the whole population commanded to assist in one great attempt to secure the entire race. The plan adopted was nearly similar to that of the great hunting-matches in India: a line was formed reaching across the island, with the intention of driving the natives into a cul-de-sac on Tasman's peninsula. The attempt failed; the natives, having tied up their dogs, stole during one night through the lines. This is far from surprising, when their practised senses, and usual manner of crawling after wild animals is considered. I have been assured that they can conceal themselves on almost bare ground, in a manner which until witnessed is scarcely credible; their dusky bodies being easily mistaken for the blackened stumps which are scattered all over the country. I was told of a trial between a party of Englishmen and a native, who was to stand in full view on the side of a bare hill; if the Englishmen closed their eyes for less than a minute, he would squat down, and then they were never able to distinguish him from the surrounding stumps. But to return to the hunting-match; the natives understanding this kind of warfare, were terribly alarmed, for they at once perceived the power and numbers of the whites. Shortly afterwards a party of thirteen belonging to two tribes came in; and, conscious of their unprotected condition, delivered themselves up in despair. Subsequently by the intrepid exertions of Mr. Robinson, an active and benevolent man, who fearlessly visited by himself the most hostile of the natives, the whole were induced to act in a similar manner. They were then removed to an island, where food and clothes were provided them. Count Strzelecki states, 196 that "at the epoch of their deportation in 1835, the number of natives amounted to 210. In 1842, that is, after the interval of seven years, they mustered only fifty-four individuals; and, while each family of the interior of New South Wales, uncontaminated by contact with the whites, swarms with children, those of Flinders' Island had during eight years an accession of only fourteen in number!"
All the Indigenous people have been moved to an island in Bass's Straits, so Van Diemen's Land benefits from being free of a native population. This harsh decision seems to have been necessary to stop a terrifying series of robberies, arsons, and murders committed by the Indigenous people, which would have ultimately led to their complete destruction. I worry there’s no doubt that this chain of events and its consequences stemmed from the disgraceful actions of some of our fellow countrymen. Thirty years is a short time to have driven the last Indigenous person from their home island—a place almost as large as Ireland. The correspondence on this topic between the government back home and that of Van Diemen's Land is quite fascinating. Although many Indigenous people were shot or captured during the skirmishes that occurred over several years, nothing seemed to impress them with our overwhelming power until the entire island was placed under martial law in 1830, and a proclamation commanded the whole population to join in a major effort to secure the entire race. The plan was similar to great hunting parties in India: a line was formed across the island to force the Indigenous people into a cul-de-sac on Tasman's peninsula. The attempt failed; the Indigenous people, having tied up their dogs, slipped through the lines one night. This isn't surprising considering their trained senses and the way they typically stalk wild animals. I’ve been told that they can hide themselves on almost bare ground in a way that's hard to believe until seen; their dark bodies easily blend in with the blackened stumps scattered throughout the land. I heard about a trial between a group of Englishmen and an Indigenous person who stood in full view on the side of a bare hill; if the Englishmen closed their eyes for even a moment, he would squat down, and then they could never distinguish him from the surrounding stumps. But back to the hunting party; the Indigenous people understood this kind of warfare and were terrified because they immediately recognized the power and numbers of the white settlers. Shortly after, a group of thirteen from two tribes surrendered, realizing their vulnerable situation. Thanks to the brave efforts of Mr. Robinson, an active and kind man who fearlessly approached even the most hostile Indigenous individuals, they were all persuaded to act similarly. They were then relocated to an island where they were provided food and clothing. Count Strzelecki states, 196 that "at the time of their deportation in 1835, the number of Indigenous people totaled 210. In 1842, seven years later, only fifty-four individuals were left; while each family in the interior of New South Wales, untouched by contact with whites, is full of children, those on Flinders' Island had only fourteen more over eight years!"
The Beagle stayed here ten days, and in this time I made several pleasant little excursions, chiefly with the object of examining the geological structure of the immediate neighbourhood. The main points of interest consist, first in some highly fossiliferous strata, belonging to the Devonian or Carboniferous period; secondly, in proofs of a late small rise of the land; and lastly, in a solitary and superficial patch of yellowish limestone or travertin, which contains numerous impressions of leaves of trees, together with land-shells, not now existing. It is not improbable that this one small quarry includes the only remaining record of the vegetation of Van Diemen's Land during one former epoch.
The Beagle stayed here for ten days, and during that time, I took several enjoyable short trips, mainly to examine the geological features of the surrounding area. The main points of interest are, first, some highly fossil-rich layers from the Devonian or Carboniferous periods; second, evidence of a recent slight uplift of the land; and finally, a small, isolated patch of yellowish limestone or travertine, which contains many impressions of tree leaves, along with land snails that no longer exist. It's quite possible that this one small site holds the only remaining record of the vegetation of Van Diemen's Land from an earlier time.
The climate here is damper than in New South Wales, and hence the land is more fertile. Agriculture flourishes; the cultivated fields look well, and the gardens abound with thriving vegetables and fruit-trees. Some of the farm-houses, situated in retired spots, had a very attractive appearance. The general aspect of the vegetation is similar to that of Australia; perhaps it is a little more green and cheerful; and the pasture between the trees rather more abundant. One day I took a long walk on the side of the bay opposite to the town: I crossed in a steam-boat, two of which are constantly plying backwards and forwards. The machinery of one of these vessels was entirely manufactured in this colony, which, from its very foundation, then numbered only three and thirty years! Another day I ascended Mount Wellington; I took with me a guide, for I failed in a first attempt, from the thickness of the wood. Our guide, however, was a stupid fellow, and conducted us to the southern and damp side of the mountain, where the vegetation was very luxuriant; and where the labour of the ascent, from the number of rotten trunks, was almost as great as on a mountain in Tierra del Fuego or in Chiloe. It cost us five and a half hours of hard climbing before we reached the summit. In many parts the Eucalypti grew to a great size, and composed a noble forest. In some of the dampest ravines, tree-ferns flourished in an extraordinary manner; I saw one which must have been at least twenty feet high to the base of the fronds, and was in girth exactly six feet. The fronds forming the most elegant parasols, produced a gloomy shade, like that of the first hour of the night. The summit of the mountain is broad and flat, and is composed of huge angular masses of naked greenstone. Its elevation is 3100 feet above the level of the sea. The day was splendidly clear, and we enjoyed a most extensive view; to the north, the country appeared a mass of wooded mountains, of about the same height with that on which we were standing, and with an equally tame outline: to the south the broken land and water, forming many intricate bays, was mapped with clearness before us. After staying some hours on the summit, we found a better way to descend, but did not reach the Beagle till eight o'clock, after a severe day's work.
The climate here is more humid than in New South Wales, making the land more fertile. Agriculture thrives; the cultivated fields look good, and the gardens are full of healthy vegetables and fruit trees. Some of the farmhouses, located in secluded areas, have a very appealing appearance. The overall look of the vegetation is similar to that of Australia; maybe it's a bit greener and more vibrant, and the grass between the trees is a bit more plentiful. One day, I took a long walk along the bay opposite the town: I crossed in a steam boat, as two of them constantly travel back and forth. The machinery of one of these boats was entirely made in this colony, which, from its very beginning, had only been around for thirty-three years! On another day, I climbed Mount Wellington; I brought a guide with me because I failed on my first attempt due to the thick woods. However, our guide was not very bright and led us to the southern and damp side of the mountain, where the vegetation was extremely lush; the effort needed to climb, due to the numerous decayed trunks, was almost as demanding as climbing a mountain in Tierra del Fuego or Chiloe. It took us five and a half hours of tough climbing to reach the top. In many areas, the Eucalypti grew to a great size and created a magnificent forest. In some of the dampest valleys, tree ferns thrived impressively; I saw one that must have been at least twenty feet tall to the base of the fronds and had a circumference of exactly six feet. The fronds formed the most elegant parasols, casting a gloomy shade, reminiscent of the first hour of night. The summit of the mountain is wide and flat, consisting of large, angular blocks of bare greenstone. It's 3,100 feet high above sea level. The day was beautifully clear, and we enjoyed a breathtaking view; to the north, the landscape appeared to be a mass of wooded mountains, about the same height as the one we were on, with an equally gentle profile: to the south, the rugged land and water created many intricate bays, all clearly visible before us. After spending several hours at the top, we found a better way down, but we didn’t reach the Beagle until eight o'clock, after a tough day of work.
February 7th.—The Beagle sailed from Tasmania, and, on the 6th of the ensuing month, reached King George's Sound, situated close to the S. W. corner of Australia. We stayed there eight days; and we did not during our voyage pass a more dull and uninteresting time. The country, viewed from an eminence, appears a woody plain, with here and there rounded and partly bare hills of granite protruding. One day I went out with a party, in hopes of seeing a kangaroo hunt, and walked over a good many miles of country. Everywhere we found the soil sandy, and very poor; it supported either a coarse vegetation of thin, low brushwood and wiry grass, or a forest of stunted trees. The scenery resembled that of the high sandstone platform of the Blue Mountains; the Casuarina (a tree somewhat resembling a Scotch fir) is, however, here in greater number, and the Eucalyptus in rather less. In the open parts there were many grass-trees,—a plant which, in appearance, has some affinity with the palm; but, instead of being surmounted by a crown of noble fronds, it can boast merely of a tuft of very coarse grass-like leaves. The general bright green colour of the brushwood and other plants, viewed from a distance, seemed to promise fertility. A single walk, however, was enough to dispel such an illusion; and he who thinks with me will never wish to walk again in so uninviting a country.
February 7th.—The Beagle set sail from Tasmania, and on the 6th of the following month, it arrived at King George's Sound, located near the southwest corner of Australia. We stayed there for eight days, and during our journey, it was the most boring and uneventful time we experienced. From a high viewpoint, the landscape looks like a wooded plain, dotted with rounded, partially bare granite hills. One day, I went out with a group in hopes of witnessing a kangaroo hunt, covering several miles of terrain. Everywhere we found the soil to be sandy and very poor; it only supported either a sparse growth of low brush and wiry grass or a forest of stunted trees. The scenery reminded me of the high sandstone plateau of the Blue Mountains; however, the Casuarina (a tree similar to a Scotch fir) is more abundant here, while the Eucalyptus is somewhat less common. In the open areas, there were many grass-trees—a plant that looks somewhat like a palm, but instead of a crown of beautiful fronds, it only has a tuft of very coarse, grass-like leaves. The overall bright green color of the brush and other plants, seen from a distance, seemed to suggest fertility. However, a single walk was enough to shatter that illusion; anyone who thinks like me will never want to walk again in such an uninviting place.
One day I accompanied Captain Fitz Roy to Bald Head; the place mentioned by so many navigators, where some imagined that they saw corals, and others that they saw petrified trees, standing in the position in which they had grown. According to our view, the beds have been formed by the wind having heaped up fine sand, composed of minute rounded particles of shells and corals, during which process branches and roots of trees, together with many land-shells, became enclosed. The whole then became consolidated by the percolation of calcareous matter; and the cylindrical cavities left by the decaying of the wood, were thus also filled up with a hard pseudo-stalactical stone. The weather is now wearing away the softer parts, and in consequence the hard casts of the roots and branches of the trees project above the surface, and, in a singularly deceptive manner, resemble the stumps of a dead thicket.
One day, I went with Captain Fitz Roy to Bald Head, a location mentioned by many navigators, where some thought they saw corals and others believed they saw petrified trees still standing as they had grown. From our perspective, the deposits were formed by the wind piling up fine sand made up of tiny rounded particles of shells and corals. During this process, branches and roots of trees, along with various land shells, got trapped. Over time, everything solidified due to the seepage of calcareous material, and the cylindrical holes left behind by decaying wood were also filled with a hard, false-stalactite stone. The weather is currently eroding the softer parts, causing the hard casts of the roots and branches to extend above the surface, creating a strangely misleading appearance that resembles the stumps of a dead thicket.
A large tribe of natives, called the White Cockatoo men happened to pay the settlement a visit while we were there. These men, as well as those of the tribe belonging to King George's Sound, being tempted by the offer of some tubs of rice and sugar, were persuaded to hold a "corrobery," or great dancing-party. As soon as it grew dark, small fires were lighted, and the men commenced their toilet, which consisted in painting themselves white in spots and lines. As soon as all was ready, large fires were kept blazing, round which the women and children were collected as spectators; the Cockatoo and King George's men formed two distinct parties, and generally danced in answer to each other. The dancing consisted in their running either sideways or in Indian file into an open space, and stamping the ground with great force as they marched together. Their heavy footsteps were accompanied by a kind of grunt, by beating their clubs and spears together, and by various other gesticulations, such as extending their arms and wriggling their bodies. It was a most rude, barbarous scene, and, to our ideas, without any sort of meaning; but we observed that the black women and children watched it with the greatest pleasure. Perhaps these dances originally represented actions, such as wars and victories; there was one called the Emu dance, in which each man extended his arm in a bent manner, like the neck of that bird. In another dance, one man imitated the movements of a kangaroo grazing in the woods, whilst a second crawled up, and pretended to spear him. When both tribes mingled in the dance, the ground trembled with the heaviness of their steps, and the air resounded with their wild cries. Every one appeared in high spirits, and the group of nearly naked figures, viewed by the light of the blazing fires, all moving in hideous harmony, formed a perfect display of a festival amongst the lowest barbarians. In Tierra del Fuego, we have beheld many curious scenes in savage life, but never, I think, one where the natives were in such high spirits, and so perfectly at their ease. After the dancing was over, the whole party formed a great circle on the ground, and the boiled rice and sugar was distributed, to the delight of all.
A large tribe of natives, known as the White Cockatoo men, visited the settlement while we were there. Tempted by the promise of some tubs of rice and sugar, these men, along with those from King George's Sound tribe, agreed to hold a "corroboree," or big dance party. As soon as it got dark, small fires were lit, and the men started getting ready, which involved painting themselves with white spots and lines. Once everything was set, large fires were kept burning, around which the women and children gathered as spectators. The Cockatoo and King George's men formed two separate groups, dancing in response to each other. Their dance involved running either sideways or in a line into an open space and stomping the ground heavily as they marched together. Their strong footsteps were accompanied by grunts, the sound of clubs and spears clashing, and various movements, like extending their arms and wiggling their bodies. It was a very rough, primitive scene, seemingly meaningless to us, but we noticed that the Black women and children watched it with great enjoyment. Perhaps these dances symbolized actions like wars and victories; one dance was called the Emu dance, where each man bent his arm to mimic the bird's neck. In another, one man pretended to be a kangaroo grazing while a second crawled up and acted like he was spearing him. When both tribes danced together, the ground shook from their heavy steps, and the air echoed with their wild cries. Everyone seemed to be in high spirits, and the nearly naked figures, illuminated by the blazing fires, moving in chaotic harmony, created a striking image of a festival among the most primitive people. In Tierra del Fuego, we saw many fascinating scenes in savage life, but never, I think, one where the natives were so joyful and relaxed. After the dancing ended, the entire group formed a large circle on the ground, and the boiled rice and sugar were shared, much to everyone's delight.
After several tedious delays from clouded weather, on the 14th of March, we gladly stood out of King George's Sound on our course to Keeling Island. Farewell, Australia! you are a rising child, and doubtless some day will reign a great princess in the South: but you are too great and ambitious for affection, yet not great enough for respect. I leave your shores without sorrow or regret.
After several boring delays due to overcast weather, on March 14th, we happily left King George's Sound on our way to Keeling Island. Goodbye, Australia! You’re an up-and-coming nation, and surely one day you'll be a powerful leader in the South: but you're too big and ambitious to be loved, yet not quite established enough to be respected. I'm leaving your shores without sadness or regret.
CHAPTER XX — KEELING ISLAND: CORAL FORMATIONS
Keeling Island—Singular appearance—Scanty Flora—Transport of Seeds—Birds and Insects—Ebbing and flowing Springs—Fields of dead Coral—Stones transported in the roots of Trees—Great Crab—Stinging Corals—Coral eating Fish—Coral Formations—Lagoon Islands, or Atolls—Depth at which reef-building Corals can live—Vast Areas interspersed with low Coral Islands—Subsidence of their foundations—Barrier Reefs—Fringing Reefs—Conversion of Fringing Reefs into Barrier Reefs, and into Atolls—Evidence of changes in Level—Breaches in Barrier Reefs—Maldiva Atolls, their peculiar structure—Dead and submerged Reefs—Areas of subsidence and elevation—Distribution of Volcanoes—Subsidence slow, and vast in amount.
Keeling Island—Unique appearance—Sparse plant life—Seed transport—Birds and insects—Rising and falling springs—Fields of dead coral—Rocks moved by tree roots—Giant crab—Stinging corals—Coral-eating fish—Coral structures—Lagoon islands, or atolls—Depth at which reef-building corals can thrive—Huge areas dotted with low coral islands—Subsidence of their foundations—Barrier reefs—Fringing reefs—Transformation of fringing reefs into barrier reefs, and into atolls—Evidence of changes in sea level—Breaks in barrier reefs—Maldiva atolls, their distinct structure—Dead and submerged reefs—Areas of sinking and rising land—Distribution of volcanoes—Slow and extensive subsidence.
APRIL 1st.—We arrived in view of the Keeling or Cocos Islands, situated in the Indian Ocean, and about six hundred miles distant from the coast of Sumatra. This is one of the lagoon-islands (or atolls) of coral formation, similar to those in the Low Archipelago which we passed near. When the ship was in the channel at the entrance, Mr. Liesk, an English resident, came off in his boat. The history of the inhabitants of this place, in as few words as possible, is as follows. About nine years ago, Mr. Hare, a worthless character, brought from the East Indian archipelago a number of Malay slaves, which now including children, amount to more than a hundred. Shortly afterwards, Captain Ross, who had before visited these islands in his merchant-ship, arrived from England, bringing with him his family and goods for settlement: along with him came Mr. Liesk, who had been a mate in his vessel. The Malay slaves soon ran away from the islet on which Mr. Hare was settled, and joined Captain Ross's party. Mr. Hare upon this was ultimately obliged to leave the place.
APRIL 1st.—We arrived near the Keeling or Cocos Islands, located in the Indian Ocean, about six hundred miles from the coast of Sumatra. This is one of the lagoon islands (or atolls) made of coral, similar to those in the Low Archipelago that we passed nearby. When the ship was in the channel at the entrance, Mr. Liesk, an English resident, came out in his boat. The history of the people living here, in as few words as possible, is as follows. About nine years ago, Mr. Hare, a disreputable character, brought over a number of Malay slaves from the East Indian archipelago, which now, including their children, total more than a hundred. Shortly after, Captain Ross, who had previously visited these islands on his merchant ship, arrived from England with his family and supplies for settlement; Mr. Liesk, who had been a mate on his ship, came along with him. The Malay slaves soon escaped from the islet where Mr. Hare was settled and joined Captain Ross's group. Mr. Hare was ultimately forced to leave the area.
The Malays are now nominally in a state of freedom, and certainly are so, as far as regards their personal treatment; but in most other points they are considered as slaves. From their discontented state, from the repeated removals from islet to islet, and perhaps also from a little mismanagement, things are not very prosperous. The island has no domestic quadruped, excepting the pig, and the main vegetable production is the cocoa-nut. The whole prosperity of the place depends on this tree: the only exports being oil from the nut, and the nuts themselves, which are taken to Singapore and Mauritius, where they are chiefly used, when grated, in making curries. On the cocoa-nut, also, the pigs, which are loaded with fat, almost entirely subsist, as do the ducks and poultry. Even a huge land-crab is furnished by nature with the means to open and feed on this most useful production.
The Malays are now officially free, and they definitely experience freedom in terms of how they're treated on a personal level; however, in many other aspects, they're seen as slaves. Due to their dissatisfaction, the constant moves from island to island, and maybe some poor management, things aren't very good. The island doesn't have any domestic animals except for pigs, and the main crop is the coconut. The island's entire prosperity relies on this tree: the only exports are oil from the nuts and the nuts themselves, which are sent to Singapore and Mauritius, where they're mostly used for making curries when grated. The pigs, which are very fatty, primarily survive on coconuts, as do the ducks and poultry. Even a large land crab has the tools to crack open and eat this incredibly useful product.
The ring-formed reef of the lagoon-island is surmounted in the greater part of its length by linear islets. On the northern or leeward side, there is an opening through which vessels can pass to the anchorage within. On entering, the scene was very curious and rather pretty; its beauty, however, entirely depended on the brilliancy of the surrounding colours. The shallow, clear, and still water of the lagoon, resting in its greater part on white sand, is, when illumined by a vertical sun, of the most vivid green. This brilliant expanse, several miles in width, is on all sides divided, either by a line of snow-white breakers from the dark heaving waters of the ocean, or from the blue vault of heaven by the strips of land, crowned by the level tops of the cocoa-nut trees. As a white cloud here and there affords a pleasing contrast with the azure sky, so in the lagoon, bands of living coral darken the emerald green water.
The ring-shaped reef of the lagoon island is mostly topped by long, narrow islets. On the northern or sheltered side, there's an opening that allows boats to enter the anchorage inside. Upon entering, the scene was quite fascinating and fairly beautiful; its appeal largely came from the vibrant surrounding colors. The shallow, clear, and calm water of the lagoon, mostly resting on white sand, is a vivid green when lit by the overhead sun. This brilliant stretch, several miles wide, is bordered on all sides either by a line of bright white waves crashing against the deep, rolling ocean, or by strips of land topped with flat-crowned coconut trees beneath the blue sky. Just as white clouds scattered throughout provide a nice contrast to the azure sky, bands of living coral darken the emerald green water in the lagoon.
The next morning after anchoring, I went on shore on Direction Island. The strip of dry land is only a few hundred yards in width; on the lagoon side there is a white calcareous beach, the radiation from which under this sultry climate was very oppressive; and on the outer coast, a solid broad flat of coral-rock served to break the violence of the open sea. Excepting near the lagoon, where there is some sand, the land is entirely composed of rounded fragments of coral. In such a loose, dry, stony soil, the climate of the intertropical regions alone could produce a vigorous vegetation. On some of the smaller islets, nothing could be more elegant than the manner in which the young and full-grown cocoa-nut trees, without destroying each other's symmetry, were mingled into one wood. A beach of glittering white sand formed a border to these fairy spots.
The next morning after we anchored, I went ashore on Direction Island. The stretch of dry land is only a few hundred yards wide; on the lagoon side, there's a bright white beach, which felt really oppressive under this humid climate, and on the outer coast, a solid, wide flat of coral rock helped to soften the force of the open sea. Aside from the area near the lagoon, where there's some sand, the land is entirely made up of rounded pieces of coral. In such loose, dry, rocky soil, only the climate of the tropics could support lush vegetation. On some of the smaller islets, it was stunning to see how the young and mature coconut trees grew together without ruining each other's shape, creating a beautiful forest. A beach of sparkling white sand bordered these enchanting spots.
I will now give a sketch of the natural history of these islands, which, from its very paucity, possesses a peculiar interest. The cocoa-nut tree, at first glance, seems to compose the whole wood; there are however, five or six other trees. One of these grows to a very large size, but from the extremes of softness of its wood, is useless; another sort affords excellent timber for ship-building. Besides the trees, the number of plants is exceedingly limited, and consists of insignificant weeds. In my collection, which includes, I believe, nearly the perfect Flora, there are twenty species, without reckoning a moss, lichen, and fungus. To this number two trees must be added; one of which was not in flower, and the other I only heard of. The latter is a solitary tree of its kind, and grows near the beach, where, without doubt, the one seed was thrown up by the waves. A Guilandina also grows on only one of the islets. I do not include in the above list the sugar-cane, banana, some other vegetables, fruit-trees, and imported grasses. As the islands consist entirely of coral, and at one time must have existed as mere water-washed reefs, all their terrestrial productions must have been transported here by the waves of the sea. In accordance with this, the Florula has quite the character of a refuge for the destitute: Professor Henslow informs me that of the twenty species nineteen belong to different genera, and these again to no less than sixteen families! 201
I’m going to give a brief overview of the natural history of these islands, which, due to its scarcity, has a unique interest. At first glance, the coconut tree seems to make up the entire forest; however, there are five or six other types of trees. One of these grows very large, but due to its incredibly soft wood, it’s useless; another type provides excellent timber for shipbuilding. Besides the trees, there are very few plants, mostly just insignificant weeds. In my collection, which I believe includes almost the complete Flora, there are twenty species, not counting a moss, lichen, and fungus. To this number, I should add two trees; one of which wasn’t in bloom, and I only heard about the other. The latter is a solitary tree of its kind, growing near the beach, where the single seed was likely washed up by the waves. A Guilandina also grows on just one of the islets. I don’t include in this list the sugar cane, banana, some other vegetables, fruit trees, and imported grasses. Since the islands are entirely made of coral and must have once existed as just water-washed reefs, all their land plants had to be brought here by the sea’s waves. Accordingly, the Flora has quite the character of a refuge for the needy: Professor Henslow tells me that of the twenty species, nineteen belong to different genera, and these belong to no fewer than sixteen families! 201
In Holman's 202 Travels an account is given, on the authority of Mr. A. S. Keating, who resided twelve months on these islands, of the various seeds and other bodies which have been known to have been washed on shore. "Seeds and plants from Sumatra and Java have been driven up by the surf on the windward side of the islands. Among them have been found the Kimiri, native of Sumatra and the peninsula of Malacca; the cocoa-nut of Balci, known by its shape and size; the Dadass, which is planted by the Malays with the pepper-vine, the latter intwining round its trunk, and supporting itself by the prickles on its stem; the soap-tree; the castor-oil plant; trunks of the sago palm; and various kinds of seeds unknown to the Malays settled on the islands. These are all supposed to have been driven by the N. W. monsoon to the coast of New Holland, and thence to these islands by the S. E. trade-wind. Large masses of Java teak and Yellow wood have also been found, besides immense trees of red and white cedar, and the blue gumwood of New Holland, in a perfectly sound condition. All the hardy seeds, such as creepers, retain their germinating power, but the softer kinds, among which is the mangostin, are destroyed in the passage. Fishing-canoes, apparently from Java, have at times been washed on shore." It is interesting thus to discover how numerous the seeds are, which, coming from several countries, are drifted over the wide ocean. Professor Henslow tells me, he believes that nearly all the plants which I brought from these islands, are common littoral species in the East Indian archipelago. From the direction, however, of the winds and currents, it seems scarcely possible that they could have come here in a direct line. If, as suggested with much probability by Mr. Keating, they were first carried towards the coast of New Holland, and thence drifted back together with the productions of that country, the seeds, before germinating, must have travelled between 1800 and 2400 miles.
In Holman's 202 Travels, Mr. A. S. Keating, who lived on these islands for a year, shares his insights on the various seeds and other materials that have washed ashore. "Seeds and plants from Sumatra and Java have been brought in by the surf on the windward side of the islands. Among them are the Kimiri, native to Sumatra and the Malacca Peninsula; the coconut from Balci, recognized by its shape and size; the Dadass, which the Malays plant alongside the pepper-vine, with the latter twisting around its trunk and using the prickles on its stem for support; the soap-tree; the castor-oil plant; trunks of the sago palm; and different kinds of seeds unknown to the Malays living on the islands. All these are thought to have been carried by the N.W. monsoon to the coast of New Holland, and then to these islands by the S.E. trade wind. Large pieces of Java teak and yellow wood have also been found, along with massive trees of red and white cedar, and blue gumwood from New Holland, all in excellent condition. Hardier seeds, like creepers, maintain their ability to germinate, but softer ones, including the mangosteen, are destroyed during the journey. Fishing canoes, seemingly from Java, have occasionally washed ashore." It's fascinating to see how many seeds are carried over the vast ocean from various countries. Professor Henslow mentioned that he believes almost all the plants I collected from these islands are common coastal species in the East Indian archipelago. However, given the wind and current directions, it seems unlikely that they could have arrived in a straight line. If, as Mr. Keating suggests with strong likelihood, they were initially taken toward New Holland's coast and then drifted back along with the local flora, the seeds must have traveled between 1800 and 2400 miles before germinating.
Chamisso, 203 when describing the Radack Archipelago, situated in the western part of the Pacific, states that "the sea brings to these islands the seeds and fruits of many trees, most of which have yet not grown here. The greater part of these seeds appear to have not yet lost the capability of growing."
Chamisso, 203 when describing the Radack Archipelago, located in the western part of the Pacific, says that "the sea brings to these islands the seeds and fruits of many trees, most of which have not yet taken root here. Most of these seeds still seem capable of growing."
It is also said that palms and bamboos from somewhere in the torrid zone, and trunks of northern firs, are washed on shore: these firs must have come from an immense distance. These facts are highly interesting. It cannot be doubted that if there were land-birds to pick up the seeds when first cast on shore, and a soil better adapted for their growth than the loose blocks of coral, that the most isolated of the lagoon-islands would in time possess a far more abundant Flora than they now have.
It is also said that palms and bamboos from somewhere in the hot zone, and trunks of northern firs, are washed ashore: these firs must have traveled a great distance. These facts are very interesting. There's no doubt that if there were land birds to gather the seeds when they first land, and if the soil was better suited for their growth than the loose blocks of coral, the most isolated lagoon islands would eventually have a much richer plant life than they currently do.
The list of land animals is even poorer than that of the plants. Some of the islets are inhabited by rats, which were brought in a ship from the Mauritius, wrecked here. These rats are considered by Mr. Waterhouse as identical with the English kind, but they are smaller, and more brightly coloured. There are no true land-birds, for a snipe and a rail (Rallus Phillippensis), though living entirely in the dry herbage, belong to the order of Waders. Birds of this order are said to occur on several of the small low islands in the Pacific. At Ascension, where there is no land-bird, a rail (Porphyrio simplex) was shot near the summit of the mountain, and it was evidently a solitary straggler. At Tristan d'Acunha, where, according to Carmichael, there are only two land-birds, there is a coot. From these facts I believe that the waders, after the innumerable web-footed species, are generally the first colonists of small isolated islands. I may add, that whenever I noticed birds, not of oceanic species, very far out at sea, they always belonged to this order; and hence they would naturally become the earliest colonists of any remote point of land.
The list of land animals is even shorter than that of the plants. Some of the islets are home to rats that were brought over by a ship from Mauritius, which sank here. Mr. Waterhouse considers these rats to be the same as the English kind, but they are smaller and more brightly colored. There are no true land birds; a snipe and a rail (Rallus Phillippensis), while living entirely in the dry grass, belong to the order of Waders. Birds from this order are said to be found on several small, low islands in the Pacific. At Ascension, where there are no land birds, a rail (Porphyrio simplex) was shot near the summit of the mountain, and it was clearly just a solitary straggler. At Tristan d'Acunha, where Carmichael says there are only two land birds, one is a coot. From these facts, I believe that waders, after the countless web-footed species, are generally the first colonizers of small isolated islands. I should also note that whenever I spotted birds, not from oceanic species, very far out at sea, they were always from this order; thus, they would naturally become the first colonizers of any remote land.
Of reptiles I saw only one small lizard. Of insects I took pains to collect every kind. Exclusive of spiders, which were numerous, there were thirteen species. 204 Of these, one only was a beetle. A small ant swarmed by thousands under the loose dry blocks of coral, and was the only true insect which was abundant. Although the productions of the land are thus scanty, if we look to the waters of the surrounding sea, the number of organic beings is indeed infinite. Chamisso has described 205 the natural history of a lagoon-island in the Radack Archipelago; and it is remarkable how closely its inhabitants, in number and kind, resemble those of Keeling Island. There is one lizard and two waders, namely, a snipe and curlew. Of plants there are nineteen species, including a fern; and some of these are the same with those growing here, though on a spot so immensely remote, and in a different ocean.
I only saw one small lizard among the reptiles. I made an effort to collect every type of insect. Excluding the numerous spiders, there were thirteen species. 204 Out of these, only one was a beetle. A small ant was found in the thousands under the loose, dry blocks of coral, and it was the only truly abundant insect. While the land's resources are limited, the number of living beings in the surrounding sea is truly endless. Chamisso has described 205 the natural history of a lagoon-island in the Radack Archipelago; it's remarkable how closely its inhabitants, in both number and type, resemble those of Keeling Island. There is one lizard and two types of waders, specifically a snipe and a curlew. There are nineteen plant species, including a fern, and some of these are the same as those found here, despite being in such a vastly distant location and a different ocean.
The long strips of land, forming the linear islets, have been raised only to that height to which the surf can throw fragments of coral, and the wind heap up calcareous sand. The solid flat of coral rock on the outside, by its breadth, breaks the first violence of the waves, which otherwise, in a day, would sweep away these islets and all their productions. The ocean and the land seem here struggling for mastery: although terra firma has obtained a footing, the denizens of the water think their claim at least equally good. In every part one meets hermit crabs of more than one species, 206 carrying on their backs the shells which they have stolen from the neighbouring beach. Overhead, numerous gannets, frigate-birds, and terns, rest on the trees; and the wood, from the many nests and from the smell of the atmosphere, might be called a sea-rookery. The gannets, sitting on their rude nests, gaze at one with a stupid yet angry air. The noddies, as their name expresses, are silly little creatures. But there is one charming bird: it is a small, snow-white tern, which smoothly hovers at the distance of a few feet above one's head, its large black eye scanning, with quiet curiosity, your expression. Little imagination is required to fancy that so light and delicate a body must be tenanted by some wandering fairy spirit.
The long strips of land, forming the linear islets, have been raised just high enough for the surf to toss pieces of coral and for the wind to pile up sandy debris. The solid flat of coral rock on the outside, because of its width, diminishes the initial force of the waves, which otherwise could wash away these islets and everything on them within a day. Here, the ocean and the land seem to be in a battle for dominance: even though solid ground has made its mark, the inhabitants of the water believe their claim is just as valid. Everywhere you find hermit crabs of various species, 206 carrying on their backs the shells they’ve taken from the nearby beach. Above, numerous gannets, frigate-birds, and terns rest in the trees; and the wood, filled with nests and the scent of the sea, could be called a seabird colony. The gannets, perched on their rough nests, look at you with a mix of stupidity and anger. The noddies, as their name suggests, are silly little birds. But there's one delightful bird: a small, snow-white tern that glides smoothly just a few feet above your head, its large black eye quietly observing your face with curiosity. It takes little imagination to believe that such a light and delicate creature must be inhabited by some wandering fairy spirit.
Sunday, April 3rd.—After service I accompanied Captain Fitz Roy to the settlement, situated at the distance of some miles, on the point of an islet thickly covered with tall cocoa-nut trees. Captain Ross and Mr. Liesk live in a large barn-like house open at both ends, and lined with mats made of woven bark. The houses of the Malays are arranged along the shore of the lagoon. The whole place had rather a desolate aspect, for there were no gardens to show the signs of care and cultivation. The natives belong to different islands in the East Indian archipelago, but all speak the same language: we saw the inhabitants of Borneo, Celebes, Java, and Sumatra. In colour they resemble the Tahitians, from whom they do not widely differ in features. Some of the women, however, show a good deal of the Chinese character. I liked both their general expressions and the sound of their voices. They appeared poor, and their houses were destitute of furniture; but it was evident, from the plumpness of the little children, that cocoa-nuts and turtle afford no bad sustenance.
Sunday, April 3rd.—After the service, I went with Captain Fitz Roy to the settlement, located a few miles away on a small island thick with tall coconut trees. Captain Ross and Mr. Liesk live in a large barn-like house that is open at both ends and lined with mats made of woven bark. The Malay houses are lined up along the shore of the lagoon. The whole area had a rather desolate look, as there were no gardens to show signs of care and cultivation. The locals come from different islands in the East Indian archipelago, but they all speak the same language: we saw people from Borneo, Celebes, Java, and Sumatra. In terms of skin color, they resemble Tahitians and don’t differ much in features. However, some of the women show a strong Chinese influence in their looks. I liked their overall expressions and the sound of their voices. They seemed poor, and their homes had little furniture, but it was clear from the chubby little children that coconuts and turtles provide decent nutrition.
On this island the wells are situated, from which ships obtain water. At first sight it appears not a little remarkable that the fresh water should regularly ebb and flow with the tides; and it has even been imagined, that sand has the power of filtering the salt from the sea-water. These ebbing wells are common on some of the low islands in the West Indies. The compressed sand, or porous coral rock, is permeated like a sponge with the salt water, but the rain which falls on the surface must sink to the level of the surrounding sea, and must accumulate there, displacing an equal bulk of the salt water. As the water in the lower part of the great sponge-like coral mass rises and falls with the tides, so will the water near the surface; and this will keep fresh, if the mass be sufficiently compact to prevent much mechanical admixture; but where the land consists of great loose blocks of coral with open interstices, if a well be dug, the water, as I have seen, is brackish.
On this island, there are wells where ships get their water. At first glance, it's quite interesting that the fresh water regularly rises and falls with the tides; some have even thought that sand can filter salt from seawater. These ebbing wells can be found on some of the low islands in the West Indies. The compact sand or porous coral rock holds salt water like a sponge, but the rain that falls on the surface sinks to the level of the surrounding sea and gathers there, pushing out an equal amount of salt water. As the water in the lower part of the coral mass rises and falls with the tides, so will the water near the surface; this water will stay fresh as long as the mass is compact enough to prevent a lot of mixing. However, where the land is made up of large loose coral blocks with open gaps, if a well is dug, the water, as I have observed, is brackish.
After dinner we stayed to see a curious half superstitious scene acted by the Malay women. A large wooden spoon dressed in garments, and which had been carried to the grave of a dead man, they pretend becomes inspired at the full of the moon, and will dance and jump about. After the proper preparations, the spoon, held by two women, became convulsed, and danced in good time to the song of the surrounding children and women. It was a most foolish spectacle; but Mr. Liesk maintained that many of the Malays believed in its spiritual movements. The dance did not commence till the moon had risen, and it was well worth remaining to behold her bright orb so quietly shining through the long arms of the cocoa-nut trees as they waved in the evening breeze. These scenes of the tropics are in themselves so delicious, that they almost equal those dearer ones at home, to which we are bound by each best feeling of the mind.
After dinner, we stayed to watch a strange, somewhat superstitious scene performed by the Malay women. They pretended that a large wooden spoon, dressed in clothes and taken to the grave of a deceased man, became inspired during the full moon and would dance and jump around. After the necessary preparations, the spoon, held by two women, started to convulse and dance in rhythm with the songs of the nearby children and women. It was a rather silly spectacle, but Mr. Liesk insisted that many Malays believed in its spiritual movements. The dance didn't start until the moon had risen, and it was well worth it to see her bright orb shining softly through the long arms of the coconut trees swaying in the evening breeze. These tropical scenes are so delightful that they almost match those dearer ones at home, to which we feel a deep emotional connection.
The next day I employed myself in examining the very interesting, yet simple structure and origin of these islands. The water being unusually smooth, I waded over the outer flat of dead rock as far as the living mounds of coral, on which the swell of the open sea breaks. In some of the gullies and hollows there were beautiful green and other coloured fishes, and the form and tints of many of the zoophytes were admirable. It is excusable to grow enthusiastic over the infinite numbers of organic beings with which the sea of the tropics, so prodigal of life, teems; yet I must confess I think those naturalists who have described, in well-known words, the submarine grottoes decked with a thousand beauties, have indulged in rather exuberant language.
The next day, I focused on exploring the fascinating yet simple structure and origin of these islands. With the water unusually calm, I waded over the outer flat of dead rock until I reached the living mounds of coral, where the waves from the open sea crash. In some of the gulches and dips, there were stunning green and other colorful fish, and the shapes and colors of many of the sea creatures were amazing. It's easy to get excited about the countless organisms that populate the tropical sea, which is so rich in life; however, I have to admit that I think those naturalists who have described, in well-known phrases, the underwater caves adorned with countless wonders have used a bit too much enthusiasm.
April 6th.—I accompanied Captain Fitz Roy to an island at the head of the lagoon: the channel was exceedingly intricate, winding through fields of delicately branched corals. We saw several turtle and two boats were then employed in catching them. The water was so clear and shallow, that although at first a turtle quickly dives out of sight, yet in a canoe or boat under sail, the pursuers after no very long chase come up to it. A man standing ready in the bow, at this moment dashes through the water upon the turtle's back; then clinging with both hands by the shell of its neck, he is carried away till the animal becomes exhausted and is secured. It was quite an interesting chase to see the two boats thus doubling about, and the men dashing head foremost into the water trying to seize their prey. Captain Moresby informs me that in the Chagos archipelago in this same ocean, the natives, by a horrible process, take the shell from the back of the living turtle. "It is covered with burning charcoal, which causes the outer shell to curl upwards, it is then forced off with a knife, and before it becomes cold flattened between boards. After this barbarous process the animal is suffered to regain its native element, where, after a certain time, a new shell is formed; it is, however, too thin to be of any service, and the animal always appears languishing and sickly."
April 6th.—I went with Captain Fitz Roy to an island at the end of the lagoon: the channel was very complicated, winding through fields of finely branched corals. We spotted several turtles, and two boats were then used to catch them. The water was so clear and shallow that although a turtle quickly dives out of sight at first, pursuers in a canoe or sailboat can catch up after a short chase. A man standing ready in the bow then leaps through the water onto the turtle's back; holding on tightly to the shell of its neck, he's carried along until the turtle gets tired and is caught. It was quite an exciting chase to watch as the two boats maneuvered around and the men dove headfirst into the water trying to grab their prey. Captain Moresby told me that in the Chagos archipelago in this same ocean, the locals use a gruesome method to remove the shell from a living turtle. "They cover it with burning charcoal, which makes the outer shell curl upwards, then they force it off with a knife, and before it cools, flatten it between boards. After this brutal process, the animal is allowed to return to the water, where, after a while, a new shell forms; however, it is too thin to be useful, and the turtle always looks weak and sickly."
When we arrived at the head of the lagoon, we crossed a narrow islet, and found a great surf breaking on the windward coast. I can hardly explain the reason, but there is to my mind much grandeur in the view of the outer shores of these lagoon-islands. There is a simplicity in the barrier-like beach, the margin of green bushes and tall cocoa-nuts, the solid flat of dead coral-rock, strewed here and there with great loose fragments, and the line of furious breakers, all rounding away towards either hand. The ocean throwing its waters over the broad reef appears an invincible, all-powerful enemy; yet we see it resisted, and even conquered, by means which at first seem most weak and inefficient. It is not that the ocean spares the rock of coral; the great fragments scattered over the reef, and heaped on the beach, whence the tall cocoa-nut springs, plainly bespeak the unrelenting power of the waves. Nor are any periods of repose granted. The long swell caused by the gentle but steady action of the trade-wind, always blowing in one direction over a wide area, causes breakers, almost equalling in force those during a gale of wind in the temperate regions, and which never cease to rage. It is impossible to behold these waves without feeling a conviction that an island, though built of the hardest rock, let it be porphyry, granite, or quartz, would ultimately yield and be demolished by such an irresistible power. Yet these low, insignificant coral-islets stand and are victorious: for here another power, as an antagonist, takes part in the contest. The organic forces separate the atoms of carbonate of lime, one by one, from the foaming breakers, and unite them into a symmetrical structure. Let the hurricane tear up its thousand huge fragments; yet what will that tell against the accumulated labour of myriads of architects at work night and day, month after month? Thus do we see the soft and gelatinous body of a polypus, through the agency of the vital laws, conquering the great mechanical power of the waves of an ocean which neither the art of man nor the inanimate works of nature could successfully resist.
When we reached the edge of the lagoon, we crossed a narrow islet and found powerful surf crashing on the windward shore. I can't quite explain why, but the view of the outer shores of these lagoon islands feels grand to me. There’s a certain simplicity to the barrier-like beach, the edge of green bushes and tall coconut trees, the flat expanse of dead coral rock, scattered with large loose fragments, and the line of violent breakers, curving away in both directions. The ocean, pouring its waters over the wide reef, seems like an unstoppable, all-powerful foe; yet we see it resisted and even defeated by methods that initially seem weak and ineffective. It's not that the ocean spares the coral; the large pieces scattered across the reef and piled on the beach, where the tall coconut trees grow, clearly show the relentless power of the waves. There are no moments of calm. The long swell from the gentle but steady trade winds, always blowing in one direction over a vast area, creates breakers that are almost as strong as those during a storm in temperate regions, and they never stop raging. It’s hard to watch these waves without believing that an island made from the toughest rock—be it porphyry, granite, or quartz—would eventually give in and be destroyed by such an overwhelming force. Yet these low, unassuming coral islets remain intact and victorious because another force, acting as an opponent, joins the fight. The organic forces slowly separate the particles of calcium carbonate from the crashing waves and combine them into a structured form. Let the hurricane rip apart its thousand massive fragments; what does that mean against the combined efforts of countless architects working tirelessly day and night, month after month? This is how we see the soft, jelly-like body of a polyp, through the laws of life, overcoming the immense mechanical power of waves from an ocean that neither human skill nor the inanimate works of nature could ever successfully withstand.
We did not return on board till late in the evening, for we stayed a long time in the lagoon, examining the fields of coral and the gigantic shells of the chama, into which, if a man were to put his hand, he would not, as long as the animal lived, be able to withdraw it. Near the head of the lagoon I was much surprised to find a wide area, considerably more than a mile square, covered with a forest of delicately branching corals, which, though standing upright, were all dead and rotten. At first I was quite at a loss to understand the cause afterwards it occurred to me that it was owing to the following rather curious combination of circumstances. It should, however, first be stated, that corals are not able to survive even a short exposure in the air to the sun's rays, so that their upward limit of growth is determined by that of lowest water at spring tides. It appears, from some old charts, that the long island to windward was formerly separated by wide channels into several islets; this fact is likewise indicated by the trees being younger on these portions. Under the former condition of the reef, a strong breeze, by throwing more water over the barrier, would tend to raise the level of the lagoon. Now it acts in a directly contrary manner; for the water within the lagoon not only is not increased by currents from the outside, but is itself blown outwards by the force of the wind. Hence it is observed, that the tide near the head of the lagoon does not rise so high during a strong breeze as it does when it is calm. This difference of level, although no doubt very small, has, I believe, caused the death of those coral-groves, which under the former and more open condition of the outer reef has attained the utmost possible limit of upward growth.
We didn't get back on board until late in the evening because we spent a long time in the lagoon, checking out the fields of coral and the huge shells of the chama. If someone put their hand inside one of those shells, they wouldn't be able to pull it out as long as the animal was alive. Near the head of the lagoon, I was surprised to find a large area, more than a mile square, covered with a forest of delicately branching corals, all of which were dead and decaying. At first, I had no idea why this was happening, but later I realized it was due to a peculiar combination of circumstances. First, it should be noted that corals cannot survive even a short exposure to the sun's rays, so their maximum growth is limited by the lowest water level during spring tides. Old charts show that the long island to windward used to be separated by wide channels into several islets; this is also suggested by the younger trees on those portions. Under the previous conditions of the reef, a strong breeze would push more water over the barrier, raising the lagoon's level. Now, it works the other way around; the water in the lagoon isn't increased by outside currents but is blown outwards by the wind. As a result, we see that the tide near the head of the lagoon doesn't rise as high during a strong breeze as it does when it's calm. Although this difference in level is likely very small, I believe it has caused the death of those coral groves, which had reached their maximum growth under the former, more open conditions of the outer reef.
A few miles north of Keeling there is another small atoll, the lagoon of which is nearly filled up with coral-mud. Captain Ross found embedded in the conglomerate on the outer coast, a well-rounded fragment of greenstone, rather larger than a man's head: he and the men with him were so much surprised at this, that they brought it away and preserved it as a curiosity. The occurrence of this one stone, where every other particle of matter is calcareous, certainly is very puzzling. The island has scarcely ever been visited, nor is it probable that a ship had been wrecked there. From the absence of any better explanation, I came to the conclusion that it must have come entangled in the roots of some large tree: when, however, I considered the great distance from the nearest land, the combination of chances against a stone thus being entangled, the tree washed into the sea, floated so far, then landed safely, and the stone finally so embedded as to allow of its discovery, I was almost afraid of imagining a means of transport apparently so improbable. It was therefore with great interest that I found Chamisso, the justly distinguished naturalist who accompanied Kotzebue, stating that the inhabitants of the Radack archipelago, a group of lagoon-islands in the midst of the Pacific, obtained stones for sharpening their instruments by searching the roots of trees which are cast upon the beach. It will be evident that this must have happened several times, since laws have been established that such stones belong to the chief, and a punishment is inflicted on any one who attempts to steal them. When the isolated position of these small islands in the midst of a vast ocean—their great distance from any land excepting that of coral formation, attested by the value which the inhabitants, who are such bold navigators, attach to a stone of any kind, 207—and the slowness of the currents of the open sea, are all considered, the occurrence of pebbles thus transported does appear wonderful. Stones may often be thus carried; and if the island on which they are stranded is constructed of any other substance besides coral, they would scarcely attract attention, and their origin at least would never be guessed. Moreover, this agency may long escape discovery from the probability of trees, especially those loaded with stones, floating beneath the surface. In the channels of Tierra del Fuego large quantities of drift timber are cast upon the beach, yet it is extremely rare to meet a tree swimming on the water. These facts may possibly throw light on single stones, whether angular or rounded, occasionally found embedded in fine sedimentary masses.
A few miles north of Keeling, there's another small atoll, and its lagoon is almost filled with coral mud. Captain Ross found a well-rounded chunk of greenstone, about the size of a man's head, stuck in the conglomerate on the outer coast. He and his crew were so surprised by this that they took it with them as a curiosity. The presence of this one stone, when everything else around it is made of limestone, is definitely puzzling. The island has hardly ever been visited, and it's unlikely that a ship was wrecked there. Without any better explanation, I concluded that it must have been caught in the roots of some large tree. However, considering the long distance to the nearest land, the many chances against a stone getting caught like that, the tree being washed into the sea, floating so far, then landing safely, and the stone being embedded deeply enough to be found, I was almost hesitant to imagine such an unlikely scenario. It was therefore with great interest that I found Chamisso, the well-respected naturalist who accompanied Kotzebue, mentioning that the people of the Radack archipelago, a group of lagoon islands in the Pacific, collect stones for sharpening their tools by searching the roots of trees washed up on the beach. It's clear that this must have happened several times because there are laws stating that such stones belong to the chief, and anyone who tries to steal them is punished. When you consider the isolated position of these small islands in the vast ocean—their significant distance from any land except for coral formations, along with the value that the inhabitants, who are skilled navigators, place on stones of any kind, 207—and the slow currents of the open sea, the occurrence of pebbles arriving this way seems remarkable. Stones can often be transported like this, and if the island where they wash up is made of something other than coral, they wouldn't be noticed, and their origin would likely remain a mystery. Additionally, this process might go unnoticed for a long time because trees, especially those heavy with stones, could be floating just beneath the surface. In the channels of Tierra del Fuego, large amounts of driftwood wash up on the beach, yet it’s very rare to see a tree floating in the water. These facts might help explain the occasional discovery of single stones, whether angular or rounded, embedded in fine sedimentary deposits.
During another day I visited West Islet, on which the vegetation was perhaps more luxuriant than on any other. The cocoa-nut trees generally grow separate, but here the young ones flourished beneath their tall parents, and formed with their long and curved fronds the most shady arbours. Those alone who have tried it, know how delicious it is to be seated in such shade, and drink the cool pleasant fluid of the cocoa-nut. In this island there is a large bay-like space, composed of the finest white sand: it is quite level and is only covered by the tide at high water; from this large bay smaller creeks penetrate the surrounding woods. To see a field of glittering white sand, representing water, with the cocoa-nut trees extending their tall and waving trunks around the margin, formed a singular and very pretty view.
During another day, I visited West Islet, where the vegetation was possibly more lush than on any other island. The coconut trees usually grow separately, but here, the young ones thrived under their tall parents, creating the shadiest spots with their long, curved fronds. Only those who have experienced it know how delightful it is to sit in such shade and sip the cool, refreshing coconut water. On this island, there's a large bay-like area made of the finest white sand; it's completely flat and only gets covered by the tide during high water. From this large bay, smaller creeks wind their way into the surrounding woods. The sight of a field of sparkling white sand, resembling water, with coconut trees stretching their tall, swaying trunks around the edges, created a unique and beautiful view.
I have before alluded to a crab which lives on the cocoa-nuts; it is very common on all parts of the dry land, and grows to a monstrous size: it is closely allied or identical with the Birgos latro. The front pair of legs terminate in very strong and heavy pincers, and the last pair are fitted with others weaker and much narrower. It would at first be thought quite impossible for a crab to open a strong cocoa-nut covered with the husk; but Mr. Liesk assures me that he has repeatedly seen this effected. The crab begins by tearing the husk, fibre by fibre, and always from that end under which the three eye-holes are situated; when this is completed, the crab commences hammering with its heavy claws on one of the eye-holes till an opening is made. Then turning round its body, by the aid of its posterior and narrow pair of pincers, it extracts the white albuminous substance. I think this is as curious a case of instinct as ever I heard of, and likewise of adaptation in structure between two objects apparently so remote from each other in the scheme of nature, as a crab and a cocoa-nut tree. The Birgos is diurnal in its habits; but every night it is said to pay a visit to the sea, no doubt for the purpose of moistening its branchiae. The young are likewise hatched, and live for some time, on the coast. These crabs inhabit deep burrows, which they hollow out beneath the roots of trees; and where they accumulate surprising quantities of the picked fibres of the cocoa-nut husk, on which they rest as on a bed. The Malays sometimes take advantage of this, and collect the fibrous mass to use as junk. These crabs are very good to eat; moreover, under the tail of the larger ones there is a mass of fat, which, when melted, sometimes yields as much as a quart bottle full of limpid oil. It has been stated by some authors that the Birgos crawls up the cocoa-nut trees for the purpose of stealing the nuts: I very much doubt the possibility of this; but with the Pandanus 208 the task would be very much easier. I was told by Mr. Liesk that on these islands the Birgos lives only on the nuts which have fallen to the ground.
I previously mentioned a crab that lives on coconuts; it's found all over dry land and can grow to a huge size. It's closely related to or the same as the Birgos latro. The front pair of legs ends in very strong and heavy pincers, while the last pair are much weaker and narrower. At first glance, it seems impossible for a crab to open a tough coconut covered with the husk, but Mr. Liesk has assured me that he has seen this happen multiple times. The crab starts by tearing the husk, fiber by fiber, always from the end with the three eye-holes. Once that's done, the crab begins to hammer on one of the eye-holes with its heavy claws until it creates an opening. Then, it turns its body and uses its narrow back pincers to extract the white, edible part inside. I think this is one of the most fascinating examples of instinct I've ever heard of, as well as the structural adaptation between two seemingly unrelated things in nature, like a crab and a coconut tree. The Birgos is active during the day, but it’s said to visit the sea every night, probably to moisten its gills. The young are also hatched and live for a while on the coast. These crabs make deep burrows under tree roots, where they collect large amounts of coconut husk fibers to rest on like a bed. The Malays sometimes take advantage of this and gather the fibrous mass to use as junk. These crabs are quite edible; additionally, larger ones have a mass of fat under their tails, which can sometimes produce a quart of clear oil when melted. Some authors have claimed that the Birgos climbs coconut trees to steal the nuts, but I highly doubt this is possible; however, it would be much easier with the Pandanus 208. Mr. Liesk told me that on these islands, the Birgos only eats the nuts that have fallen to the ground.
Captain Moresby informs me that this crab inhabits the Chagos and Seychelle groups, but not the neighbouring Maldiva archipelago. It formerly abounded at Mauritius, but only a few small ones are now found there. In the Pacific, this species, or one with closely allied habits, is said 209 to inhabit a single coral island, north of the Society group. To show the wonderful strength of the front pair of pincers, I may mention, that Captain Moresby confined one in a strong tin-box, which had held biscuits, the lid being secured with wire; but the crab turned down the edges and escaped. In turning down the edges, it actually punched many small holes quite through the tin!
Captain Moresby tells me that this crab lives in the Chagos and Seychelles islands, but not in the nearby Maldives. It used to be plentiful in Mauritius, but now only a few small ones are found there. In the Pacific, this species, or one with very similar habits, is said 209 to inhabit a single coral island, north of the Society Islands. To demonstrate the impressive strength of its front pincers, I should mention that Captain Moresby trapped one in a sturdy tin box that previously held biscuits, with the lid secured by wire; however, the crab bent the edges and managed to escape. While doing this, it actually punched several small holes right through the tin!
I was a good deal surprised by finding two species of coral of the genus Millepora (M. complanata and alcicornis), possessed of the power of stinging. The stony branches or plates, when taken fresh from the water, have a harsh feel and are not slimy, although possessing a strong and disagreeable smell. The stinging property seems to vary in different specimens: when a piece was pressed or rubbed on the tender skin of the face or arm, a pricking sensation was usually caused, which came on after the interval of a second, and lasted only for a few minutes. One day, however, by merely touching my face with one of the branches, pain was instantaneously caused; it increased as usual after a few seconds, and remaining sharp for some minutes, was perceptible for half an hour afterwards. The sensation was as bad as that from a nettle, but more like that caused by the Physalia or Portuguese man-of-war. Little red spots were produced on the tender skin of the arm, which appeared as if they would have formed watery pustules, but did not. M. Quoy mentions this case of the Millepora; and I have heard of stinging corals in the West Indies. Many marine animals seem to have this power of stinging: besides the Portuguese man-of-war, many jelly-fish, and the Aplysia or sea-slug of the Cape de Verd Islands, it is stated in the voyage of the Astrolabe, that an Actinia or sea-anemone, as well as a flexible coralline allied to Sertularia, both possess this means of offence or defence. In the East Indian sea, a stinging sea-weed is said to be found.
I was quite surprised to find two species of coral from the genus Millepora (M. complanata and M. alcicornis) that have the ability to sting. The stony branches or plates, when taken fresh from the water, have a rough texture and are not slimy, though they have a strong and unpleasant smell. The stinging ability seems to vary among different specimens: when a piece was pressed or rubbed on the sensitive skin of my face or arm, it would usually cause a pricking sensation, starting after a second and lasting only a few minutes. One day, however, just touching my face with one of the branches instantly caused pain; it intensified after a few seconds and was notably sharp for several minutes, lingering for half an hour afterward. The sensation was as painful as that from a nettle, but more like the sting from the Physalia or Portuguese man-of-war. Little red spots appeared on the sensitive skin of my arm, looking as if they might develop into watery pustules, but they did not. M. Quoy mentions this case of the Millepora, and I've also heard about stinging corals in the West Indies. Many marine animals appear to have this stinging ability: alongside the Portuguese man-of-war, there are many jellyfish and the Aplysia or sea-slug from the Cape Verde Islands. It's mentioned in the voyage of the Astrolabe that an Actinia or sea-anemone, as well as a flexible coral related to Sertularia, possess similar means of offense or defense. In the East Indian Sea, a stinging seaweed is said to be found.
Two species of fish, of the genus Scarus, which are common here, exclusively feed on coral: both are coloured of a splendid bluish-green, one living invariably in the lagoon, and the other amongst the outer breakers. Mr. Liesk assured us, that he had repeatedly seen whole shoals grazing with their strong bony jaws on the tops of the coral branches: I opened the intestines of several, and found them distended with yellowish calcareous sandy mud. The slimy disgusting Holuthuriae (allied to our star-fish), which the Chinese gourmands are so fond of, also feed largely, as I am informed by Dr. Allan, on corals; and the bony apparatus within their bodies seems well adapted for this end. These Holuthuriae, the fish, the numerous burrowing shells, and nereidous worms, which perforate every block of dead coral, must be very efficient agents in producing the fine white mud which lies at the bottom and on the shores of the lagoon. A portion, however, of this mud, which when wet resembled pounded chalk, was found by Professor Ehrenberg to be partly composed of siliceous-shielded infusoria.
Two species of fish from the genus Scarus, which are common here, only eat coral: both are beautifully colored in a vibrant bluish-green, with one living consistently in the lagoon and the other among the outer breakers. Mr. Liesk assured us that he had seen large groups grazing with their strong bony jaws on the tops of the coral branches. I opened the intestines of several and found them filled with yellowish calcareous sandy mud. The slimy, unpleasant Holuthuriae (related to our starfish), which Chinese food lovers enjoy, also feed heavily on corals; Dr. Allan informed me that their internal bony structure is well-suited for this purpose. These Holuthuriae, the fish, the many burrowing shells, and nereid worms that burrow into every block of dead coral must be very effective in creating the fine white mud that sits at the bottom and on the shores of the lagoon. However, some of this mud, which resembled ground chalk when wet, was found by Professor Ehrenberg to be partly made up of siliceous-shielded infusoria.
April 12th.—In the morning we stood out of the lagoon on our passage to the Isle of France. I am glad we have visited these islands: such formations surely rank high amongst the wonderful objects of this world. Captain Fitz Roy found no bottom with a line 7200 feet in length, at the distance of only 2200 yards from the shore; hence this island forms a lofty submarine mountain, with sides steeper even than those of the most abrupt volcanic cone. The saucer-shaped summit is nearly ten miles across; and every single atom, 2010 from the least particle to the largest fragment of rock, in this great pile, which however is small compared with very many other lagoon-islands, bears the stamp of having been subjected to organic arrangement. We feel surprise when travellers tell us of the vast dimensions of the Pyramids and other great ruins, but how utterly insignificant are the greatest of these, when compared to these mountains of stone accumulated by the agency of various minute and tender animals! This is a wonder which does not at first strike the eye of the body, but, after reflection, the eye of reason.
April 12th.—In the morning, we sailed out of the lagoon on our way to the Isle of France. I'm glad we visited these islands; their formations certainly rank among the most impressive sights in the world. Captain Fitz Roy couldn’t find the bottom with a 7200-foot line, just 2200 yards from the shore; so this island is basically a towering underwater mountain, with sides even steeper than the most dramatic volcanic cone. The flat-topped summit is nearly ten miles wide, and every single piece, 2010 from the tiniest grain to the largest chunk of rock in this massive structure—which is, however, relatively small compared to many other lagoon islands—shows signs of organic arrangement. We’re amazed when travelers talk about the huge size of the Pyramids and other great ruins, but how completely trivial these are when compared to these stone mountains built up by various tiny and delicate creatures! This is a wonder that doesn’t immediately catch the eye, but after some thought, it becomes clear to the mind.
I will now give a very brief account of the three great classes of coral-reefs; namely, Atolls, Barrier, and Fringing-reefs, and will explain my views 2011 on their formation. Almost every voyager who has crossed the Pacific has expressed his unbounded astonishment at the lagoon-islands, or as I shall for the future call them by their Indian name of atolls, and has attempted some explanation. Even as long ago as the year 1605, Pyrard de Laval well exclaimed, "C'est
I will now give a very brief overview of the three major types of coral reefs: Atolls, Barrier, and Fringing reefs, and I will explain my views 2011 on how they form. Almost every traveler who has crossed the Pacific has expressed their amazement at the lagoon islands, which I will now refer to by their Indian name, atolls, and has tried to offer some explanation. Even back in 1605, Pyrard de Laval exclaimed, "C'est
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une merveille de voir chacun de ces atollons, environne d'un grand banc de pierre tout autour, n'y ayant point d'artifice humain." The accompanying sketch of Whitsunday Island in the Pacific, copied from, Capt. Beechey's admirable Voyage, gives but a faint idea of the singular aspect of an atoll: it is one of the smallest size, and has its narrow islets united together in a ring. The immensity of the ocean, the fury of the breakers, contrasted with the lowness of the land and the smoothness of the bright green water within the lagoon, can hardly be imagined without having been seen.
It’s a wonder to see each of these atolls, surrounded all around by a large reef, with no signs of human interference." The accompanying sketch of Whitsunday Island in the Pacific, taken from Capt. Beechey's remarkable Voyage, gives only a limited idea of the unique appearance of an atoll: it is one of the smallest in size, with its narrow islets connected in a ring. The vastness of the ocean, the intensity of the waves, contrasted with the low land and the calm, bright green water in the lagoon, is hard to imagine without having experienced it firsthand.
The earlier voyagers fancied that the coral-building animals instinctively built up their great circles to afford themselves protection in the inner parts; but so far is this from the truth, that those massive kinds, to whose growth on the exposed outer shores the very existence of the reef depends, cannot live within the lagoon, where other delicately-branching kinds flourish. Moreover, on this view, many species of distinct genera and families are supposed to combine for one end; and of such a combination, not a single instance can be found in the whole of nature. The theory that has been most generally received is, that atolls are based on submarine craters; but when we consider the form and size of some, the number, proximity, and relative positions of others, this idea loses its plausible character: thus Suadiva atoll is 44 geographical miles in diameter in one line, by 34 miles in another line; Rimsky is 54 by 20 miles across, and it has a strangely sinuous margin; Bow atoll is 30 miles long, and on an average only 6 in width; Menchicoff atoll consists of three atolls united or tied together. This theory, moreover, is totally inapplicable to the northern Maldiva atolls in the Indian Ocean (one of which is 88 miles in length, and between 10 and 20 in breadth), for they are not bounded like ordinary atolls by narrow reefs, but by a vast number of separate little atolls; other little atolls rising out of the great central lagoon-like spaces. A third and better theory was advanced by Chamisso, who thought that from the corals growing more vigorously where exposed to the open sea, as undoubtedly is the case, the outer edges would grow up from the general foundation before any other part, and that this would account for the ring or cup-shaped structure. But we shall immediately see, that in this, as well as in the crater-theory, a most important consideration has been overlooked, namely, on what have the reef-building corals, which cannot live at a great depth, based their massive structures?
The early explorers believed that coral-building animals instinctively created their large circles to protect themselves in the inner areas; however, this is far from the truth. The massive types, which are critical for the growth on the exposed outer shores, cannot survive in the lagoon, where other delicate branching types thrive. Additionally, this perspective suggests that many species from different genera and families are working together toward a single goal, but there isn’t a single example of such a collaboration in all of nature. The theory that is most widely accepted is that atolls are formed on underwater craters; however, when we look at the shape and size of some, as well as the number, closeness, and arrangement of others, this idea starts to lose its convincing nature. For instance, Suadiva atoll is 44 geographical miles in diameter in one direction and 34 miles in another; Rimsky is 54 by 20 miles across with a strangely wavy edge; Bow atoll is 30 miles long and averages only 6 miles wide; and Menchicoff atoll consists of three atolls that are connected or tied together. Moreover, this theory doesn't apply at all to the northern Maldiva atolls in the Indian Ocean (one of which is 88 miles long and between 10 and 20 miles wide), as they aren’t surrounded like typical atolls by narrow reefs but instead by a large number of small separate atolls, with more little atolls emerging from the large, central lagoon-like areas. A third and better theory was proposed by Chamisso, who suggested that since corals grow more vigorously when exposed to the open sea, as is clearly the case, the outer edges would develop from the general base before any other part, which would explain the ring or cup-shaped structure. However, we will soon see that in this theory, as well as the crater theory, an important consideration has been ignored: on what do the reef-building corals, which can’t survive at great depths, base their massive structures?
Numerous soundings were carefully taken by Captain Fitz Roy on the steep outside of Keeling atoll, and it was found that within ten fathoms, the prepared tallow at the bottom of the lead, invariably came up marked with the impression of living corals, but as perfectly clean as if it had been dropped on a carpet of turf; as the depth increased, the impressions became less numerous, but the adhering particles of sand more and more numerous, until at last it was evident that the bottom consisted of a smooth sandy layer: to carry on the analogy of the turf, the blades of grass grew thinner and thinner, till at last the soil was so sterile, that nothing sprang from it. From these observations, confirmed by many others, it may be safely inferred that the utmost depth at which corals can construct reefs is between 20 and 30 fathoms. Now there are enormous areas in the Pacific and Indian Ocean, in which every single island is of coral formation, and is raised only to that height to which the waves can throw up fragments, and the winds pile up sand. Thus Radack group of atolls is an irregular square, 520 miles long and 240 broad; the Low Archipelago is elliptic-formed, 840 miles in its longer, and 420 in its shorter axis: there are other small groups and single low islands between these two archipelagoes, making a linear space of ocean actually more than 4000 miles in length, in which not one single island rises above the specified height. Again, in the Indian Ocean there is a space of ocean 1500 miles in length, including three archipelagoes, in which every island is low and of coral formation. From the fact of the reef-building corals not living at great depths, it is absolutely certain that throughout these vast areas, wherever there is now an atoll, a foundation must have originally existed within a depth of from 20 to 30 fathoms from the surface. It is improbable in the highest degree that broad, lofty, isolated, steep-sided banks of sediment, arranged in groups and lines hundreds of leagues in length, could have been deposited in the central and profoundest parts of the Pacific and Indian Oceans, at an immense distance from any continent, and where the water is perfectly limpid. It is equally improbable that the elevatory forces should have uplifted throughout the above vast areas, innumerable great rocky banks within 20 to 30 fathoms, or 120 to 180 feet, of the surface of the sea, and not one single point above that level; for where on the whole surface of the globe can we find a single chain of mountains, even a few hundred miles in length, with their many summits rising within a few feet of a given level, and not one pinnacle above it? If then the foundations, whence the atoll-building corals sprang, were not formed of sediment, and if they were not lifted up to the required level, they must of necessity have subsided into it; and this at once solves the difficulty. For as mountain after mountain, and island after island, slowly sank beneath the water, fresh bases would be successively afforded for the growth of the corals. It is impossible here to enter into all the necessary details, but I venture to defy 2012 any one to explain in any other manner how it is possible that numerous islands should be distributed throughout vast areas—all the islands being low—all being built of corals, absolutely requiring a foundation within a limited depth from the surface.
Numerous soundings were carefully taken by Captain Fitz Roy on the steep outside of Keeling atoll. It was found that within ten fathoms, the prepared tallow at the bottom of the lead always came up marked with the impression of living corals, but it was as clean as if it had been dropped on a carpet of turf. As the depth increased, the impressions became less frequent, but the adhering particles of sand became more numerous, until it was clear that the bottom was made up of a smooth sandy layer. To continue the analogy of the turf, the blades of grass grew thinner until the soil was so barren that nothing could grow from it. From these observations, confirmed by many others, we can safely conclude that the deepest depth at which corals can build reefs is between 20 and 30 fathoms. There are vast areas in the Pacific and Indian Ocean where every single island is made of coral and only rises to the height that waves can throw up fragments and winds can pile up sand. For example, the Radack group of atolls is an irregular square, 520 miles long and 240 miles wide; the Low Archipelago has an elliptical shape, measuring 840 miles along its longer axis and 420 miles on its shorter axis. There are other small groups and single low islands between these two archipelagos, creating a linear stretch of ocean over 4000 miles long where not one island rises above that defined height. In the Indian Ocean, there’s a stretch of ocean 1500 miles long, including three archipelagos, where every island is low and made of coral. Since reef-building corals do not thrive at great depths, it’s clear that throughout these vast areas, wherever there is now an atoll, a foundation must have originally existed at a depth of 20 to 30 fathoms from the surface. It's highly unlikely that broad, towering, isolated, steep-sided banks of sediment, organized in groups and lines hundreds of leagues long, could have formed in the central and deepest parts of the Pacific and Indian Oceans, far from any continent, where the water is crystal clear. It’s also unlikely that uplifting forces could have raised countless rocky banks within 20 to 30 fathoms (or 120 to 180 feet) from the sea surface, without producing a single point above that level. Where on Earth can we find a single chain of mountains, even a few hundred miles long, with multiple peaks rising just a few feet from a specific level, and not one peak above it? If the foundations from which the atoll-building corals originated weren't formed of sediment, and if they weren't lifted to the necessary height, they must have subsided into that level, which explains the situation. As mountain after mountain, and island after island, gradually sank below the water, new bases would be provided for coral growth. It’s impossible to cover all the necessary details here, but I challenge anyone to explain in any other way how numerous islands can be spread throughout such vast areas—all the islands being low—all built of corals, which absolutely require a foundation within a limited depth from the surface.
Before explaining how atoll-formed reefs acquire their peculiar structure, we must turn to the second great class, namely, Barrier-reefs. These either extend in straight lines in front of the shores of a continent or of a large island, or they encircle smaller islands; in both cases, being separated from the land by a broad and rather deep channel of water, analogous to the lagoon within an atoll. It is remarkable how little attention has been paid to encircling barrier-reefs; yet they are truly wonderful structures. The following sketch represents part of the barrier encircling the island of Bolabola in the Pacific, as seen from one of the central peaks. In this instance the whole line of reef has been converted into land; but usually a snow-white line of great breakers, with only here and there a single low islet crowned with cocoa-nut trees, divides the dark heaving waters of the ocean from the light-green expanse of the lagoon-channel. And the quiet waters of this channel generally bathe a fringe of low alluvial soil, loaded with the most beautiful productions of the tropics, and lying at the foot of the wild, abrupt, central mountains.
Before explaining how atoll-formed reefs gain their unique structure, we need to look at the second major type: barrier reefs. These extend in straight lines in front of the shores of a continent or a large island, or they surround smaller islands; in both cases, they are separated from the land by a wide and relatively deep channel of water, similar to the lagoon within an atoll. It's surprising how little attention has been given to encircling barrier reefs; yet they are truly amazing structures. The following sketch shows part of the barrier surrounding the island of Bolabola in the Pacific, as viewed from one of the central peaks. In this case, the entire line of reef has been turned into land; but usually, a bright white line of heavy waves, with only a few low islets topped with coconut trees, divides the dark, rolling waters of the ocean from the light green expanse of the lagoon channel. The calm waters of this channel typically wash against a strip of low alluvial soil, filled with the most beautiful tropical plants, lying at the base of the wild, steep central mountains.
Encircling barrier-reefs are of all sizes, from three miles to no less than forty-four miles in diameter; and that which fronts one side, and encircles both ends, of New Caledonia, is 400 miles long. Each reef includes one, two, or several rocky islands of various heights; and in one instance, even as many as twelve separate islands. The reef runs at a greater or less distance from the included land; in the Society archipelago generally from one to three or four miles; but at Hogoleu the reef is 20 miles on the southern side, and 14 miles on the opposite or northern side, from the included islands. The depth within the lagoon-channel also varies much; from 10 to 30 fathoms may be taken as an average; but at Vanikoro there are spaces no less than 56 fathoms or 363 feet deep. Internally the reef either slopes gently into the lagoon-channel, or ends in a perpendicular wall sometimes between two and three hundred feet under water in height: externally the reef rises, like an atoll, with extreme abruptness out of the profound depths of the ocean.
Barrier reefs come in a range of sizes, from three miles to as much as forty-four miles in diameter; the one that borders one side and wraps around both ends of New Caledonia is 400 miles long. Each reef contains one, two, or several rocky islands at different heights; in one case, there are even twelve separate islands. The reef is situated at varying distances from the land it encircles; in the Society archipelago, this distance is generally between one to four miles, but at Hogoleu, the reef is 20 miles on the southern side and 14 miles on the northern side from the islands. The depth within the lagoon channel also varies widely; an average would be from 10 to 30 fathoms, but at Vanikoro, there are areas that reach up to 56 fathoms or 363 feet deep. Inside the reef, the bottom slopes gently into the lagoon channel, or it drops off in a vertical wall, sometimes between two and three hundred feet underwater; on the outside, the reef rises sharply, like an atoll, from the deep ocean below.

What can be more singular than these structures? We see an island, which may be compared to a castle situated on the summit of a lofty submarine mountain, protected by a great wall of coral-rock, always steep externally and sometimes internally, with a broad level summit, here and there breached by a narrow gateway, through which the largest ships can enter the wide and deep encircling moat.
What could be more unique than these formations? We see an island that resembles a castle perched on top of a tall underwater mountain, surrounded by a massive coral wall that's steep on the outside and sometimes steep on the inside too, having a wide flat top, occasionally interrupted by a narrow entrance that allows even the largest ships to access the vast and deep moat that encircles it.
As far as the actual reef of coral is concerned, there is not the smallest difference, in general size, outline, grouping, and even in quite trifling details of structure, between a barrier and an atoll. The geographer Balbi has well remarked, that an encircled island is an atoll with high land rising out of its lagoon; remove the land from within, and a perfect atoll is left.
When it comes to the coral reef itself, there’s basically no difference in size, shape, arrangement, or even in small structural details between a barrier reef and an atoll. As the geographer Balbi pointed out, an island surrounded by water is an atoll with high land emerging from its lagoon; take away the land inside, and you’re left with a perfect atoll.
But what has caused these reefs to spring up at such great distances from the shores of the included islands? It cannot be that the corals will not grow close to the land; for the shores within the lagoon-channel, when not surrounded by alluvial soil, are often fringed by living reefs; and we shall presently see that there is a whole class, which I have called Fringing Reefs from their close attachment to the shores both of continents and of islands. Again, on what have the reef-building corals, which cannot live at great depths, based their encircling structures? This is a great apparent difficulty, analogous to that in the case of atolls, which has generally been overlooked. It will be perceived more clearly by inspecting the following sections which are real ones, taken in north and south lines, through the islands with their barrier-reefs, of Vanikoro, Gambier, and Maurua; and they are laid down, both vertically and horizontally, on the same scale of a quarter of an inch to a mile.
But what has caused these reefs to form so far from the shores of the included islands? It can't be that corals won't grow close to the land; the shores within the lagoon-channel, when not surrounded by sediment, are often lined with living reefs. We will soon see that there's a whole category I've called Fringing Reefs because they are closely attached to the shores of both continents and islands. Also, how have the reef-building corals, which can’t survive at great depths, constructed their surrounding structures? This presents a significant problem, similar to that of atolls, which is often overlooked. This will become clearer when we look at the following sections, which are actual sections taken in north and south lines through the islands with their barrier-reefs of Vanikoro, Gambier, and Maurua; they are presented, both vertically and horizontally, on the same scale of a quarter of an inch to a mile.

It should be observed that the sections might have been taken in any direction through these islands, or through many other encircled islands, and the general features would have been the same. Now, bearing in mind that reef-building coral cannot live at a greater depth than from 20 to 30 fathoms, and that the scale is so small that the plummets on the right hand show a depth of 200 fathoms, on what are these barrier-reefs based? Are we to suppose that each island is surrounded by a collar-like submarine ledge of rock, or by a great bank of sediment, ending abruptly where the reef ends?
It should be noted that the sections could have been taken in any direction through these islands or through many other surrounding islands, and the overall features would have remained the same. Now, keeping in mind that reef-building coral can't survive at depths greater than 20 to 30 fathoms, and that the scale is so small that the depths shown on the right are 200 fathoms, what are these barrier reefs resting on? Should we assume that each island is surrounded by a collar-like underwater ledge of rock, or by a large bank of sediment that drops off sharply where the reef ends?
If the sea had formerly eaten deeply into the islands, before they were protected by the reefs, thus having left a shallow ledge round them under water, the present shores would have been invariably bounded by great precipices, but this is most rarely the case. Moreover, on this notion, it is not possible to explain why the corals should have sprung up, like a wall, from the extreme outer margin of the ledge, often leaving a broad space of water within, too deep for the growth of corals. The accumulation of a wide bank of sediment all round these islands, and generally widest where the included islands are smallest, is highly improbable, considering their exposed positions in the central and deepest parts of the ocean. In the case of the barrier-reef of New Caledonia, which extends for 150 miles beyond the northern point of the islands, in the same straight line with which it fronts the west coast, it is hardly possible to believe that a bank of sediment could thus have been straightly deposited in front of a lofty island, and so far beyond its termination in the open sea. Finally, if we look to other oceanic islands of about the same height and of similar geological constitution, but not encircled by coral-reefs, we may in vain search for so trifling a circumambient depth as 30 fathoms, except quite near to their shores; for usually land that rises abruptly out of water, as do most of the encircled and non-encircled oceanic islands, plunges abruptly under it. On what then, I repeat, are these barrier reefs based? Why, with their wide and deep moat-like channels, do they stand so far from the included land? We shall soon see how easily these difficulties disappear.
If the sea had once eroded the islands deeply before they were protected by reefs, leaving a shallow underwater shelf around them, the current shores would usually be marked by steep cliffs, but this is rarely the case. Additionally, this idea doesn’t explain why corals have grown up, like a wall, from the outer edge of the shelf, often leaving a large area of water inside that’s too deep for corals to thrive. It seems highly unlikely that a wide bank of sediment could accumulate around these islands, especially since they are located in the central and deepest parts of the ocean. Take the barrier reef of New Caledonia, for instance, which stretches for 150 miles beyond the northern tip of the islands, aligned with the west coast—it’s hard to believe that a bank of sediment could be deposited so straight in front of a tall island and so far beyond its edge in the open sea. Finally, if we look at other oceanic islands of similar height and geological makeup that aren’t surrounded by coral reefs, we can find no such shallow depth as 30 fathoms except very close to their shores; generally, land that rises steeply from the water, like most of these oceanic islands, drops off sharply underwater. So, what are these barrier reefs based on, then? Why do they, with their wide and deep channel-like spaces, stand so far from the land inside? We will soon see how easily these issues can be resolved.
We come now to our third class of Fringing-reefs, which will require a very short notice. Where the land slopes abruptly under water, these reefs are only a few yards in width, forming a mere ribbon or fringe round the shores: where the land slopes gently under the water the reef extends further, sometimes even as much as a mile from the land; but in such cases the soundings outside the reef always show that the submarine prolongation of the land is gently inclined. In fact, the reefs extend only to that distance from the shore, at which a foundation within the requisite depth from 20 to 30 fathoms is found. As far as the actual reef is concerned, there is no essential difference between it and that forming a barrier or an atoll: it is, however, generally of less width, and consequently few islets have been formed on it. From the corals growing more vigorously on the outside, and from the noxious effect of the sediment washed inwards, the outer edge of the reef is the highest part, and between it and the land there is generally a shallow sandy channel a few feet in depth. Where banks or sediments have accumulated near to the surface, as in parts of the West Indies, they sometimes become fringed with corals, and hence in some degree resemble lagoon-islands or atolls, in the same manner as fringing-reefs, surrounding gently sloping islands, in some degree resemble barrier-reefs.
We now turn to our third type of fringing reefs, which I’ll keep brief. Where the land drops steeply underwater, these reefs are only a few yards wide, forming a narrow ribbon or fringe along the shores. Where the land slopes more gently underwater, the reef extends further, sometimes up to a mile from the shore; however, in these cases, the depths outside the reef consistently indicate that the submerged extension of the land has a gentle slope. In reality, the reefs only extend as far from the shore as is needed to reach a suitable foundation at depths of 20 to 30 fathoms. In terms of the reef itself, there’s no significant difference between it and those that form barriers or atolls; it’s typically narrower and, as a result, fewer islets have developed on it. The outer edge of the reef, where corals grow more vigorously and where sediment washed in creates issues, is the highest part, and there’s usually a shallow sandy channel a few feet deep between it and the land. In areas where banks or sediments have built up close to the surface, like parts of the West Indies, they may sometimes be fringed with corals, which makes them somewhat resemble lagoon islands or atolls, just as fringing reefs around gently sloping islands somewhat resemble barrier reefs.

No theory on the formation of coral-reefs can be considered satisfactory which does not include the three great classes. We have seen that we are driven to believe in the subsidence of those vast areas, interspersed with low islands, of which not one rises above the height to which the wind and waves can throw up matter, and yet are constructed by animals requiring a foundation, and that foundation to lie at no great depth. Let us then take an island surrounded by fringing-reefs, which offer no difficulty in their structure; and let this island with its reefs, represented by the unbroken lines in the woodcut, slowly subside. Now, as the island sinks down, either a few feet at a time or quite insensibly, we may safely infer, from what is known of the conditions favourable to the growth of coral, that the living masses, bathed by the surf on the margin of the reef, will soon regain the surface. The water, however, will encroach little by little on the shore, the island becoming lower and smaller, and the space between the inner edge of the reef and the beach proportionately broader. A section of the reef and island in this state, after a subsidence of several hundred feet, is given by the dotted lines. Coral islets are supposed to have been formed on the reef; and a ship is anchored in the lagoon-channel. This channel will be more or less deep, according to the rate of subsidence, to the amount of sediment accumulated in it, and to the growth of the delicately branched corals which can live there. The section in this state resembles in every respect one drawn through an encircled island: in fact, it is a real section (on the scale of .517 of an inch to a mile) through Bolabola in the Pacific. We can now at once see why encircling barrier-reefs stand so far from the shores which they front. We can also perceive, that a line drawn perpendicularly down from the outer edge of the new reef, to the foundation of solid rock beneath the old fringing-reef, will exceed by as many feet as there have been feet of subsidence, that small limit of depth at which the effective corals can live:—the little architects having built up their great wall-like mass, as the whole sank down, upon a basis formed of other corals and their consolidated fragments. Thus the difficulty on this head, which appeared so great, disappears.
No theory about how coral reefs form can be considered complete without including the three main categories. We've established that we must accept the sinking of those vast areas, scattered with low islands, none of which rise above the height that wind and waves can disperse materials, yet are built by living organisms that need a base, which shouldn't be too deep. So, let’s consider an island surrounded by fringing reefs, which are straightforward in their structure; imagine this island and its reefs, shown by the solid lines in the illustration, gradually sinking. As the island sinks, either by a few feet at a time or imperceptibly, we can confidently assume, based on what we know about the conditions favorable for coral growth, that the living coral structures along the edge of the reef will soon reach the surface again. However, the water will gradually creep further onto the shore, making the island lower and smaller, and the space between the inner edge of the reef and the beach will widen accordingly. A section of the reef and island in this condition, after sinking by several hundred feet, is illustrated by the dotted lines. Coral islets are believed to have formed on the reef, and a ship is moored in the lagoon channel. The depth of this channel will vary depending on the rate of sinking, the amount of sediment accumulated in it, and the growth of the delicate branched corals that can survive there. This section looks exactly like one drawn through a surrounding island: in fact, it represents a real section (on a scale of .517 of an inch to a mile) through Bolabola in the Pacific. We can now immediately understand why barrier reefs are positioned so far from the shores they face. We can also see that if we draw a vertical line down from the outer edge of the new reef to the solid rock foundation beneath the old fringing reef, it will be several feet deeper than the threshold for the corals to thrive, as these tiny builders created their massive wall-like structure while the whole system sank down, on a base made of other corals and their consolidated remnants. Thus, the challenge regarding this issue, which once seemed substantial, vanishes.
If, instead of an island, we had taken the shore of a continent fringed with reefs, and had imagined it to have subsided, a great straight barrier, like that of Australia or New Caledonia, separated from the land by a wide and deep channel, would evidently have been the result.
If, instead of an island, we had chosen the coast of a continent lined with reefs, and imagined it had sunk, a huge straight barrier, similar to that of Australia or New Caledonia, would clearly have formed, separated from the land by a wide and deep channel.
Let us take our new encircling barrier-reef, of which the section is now represented by unbroken lines, and which, as I have said, is a real section through Bolabola, and let it go on subsiding. As the barrier-reef slowly sinks down, the corals will go on vigorously growing upwards; but as the island sinks, the water will gain inch by inch on the shore—the separate mountains first forming separate islands within
Let’s take our new surrounding barrier reef, represented here by solid lines, which, as I mentioned, is a true section through Bolabola, and let it continue to sink. As the barrier reef slowly goes down, the corals will keep growing upward vigorously; however, as the island sinks, the water will gradually encroach on the shore—first turning the separate mountains into separate islands within.
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one great reef—and finally, the last and highest pinnacle disappearing. The instant this takes place, a perfect atoll is formed: I have said, remove the high land from within an encircling barrier-reef, and an atoll is left, and the land has been removed. We can now perceive how it comes that atolls, having sprung from encircling barrier-reefs, resemble them in general size, form, in the manner in which they are grouped together, and in their arrangement in single or double lines; for they may be called rude outline charts of the sunken islands over which they stand. We can further see how it arises that the atolls in the Pacific and Indian Oceans extend in lines parallel to the generally prevailing strike of the high islands and great coast-lines of those oceans. I venture, therefore, to affirm, that on the theory of the upward growth of the corals during the sinking of the land, 2013 all the leading features in those wonderful structures, the lagoon-islands or atolls, which have so long excited the attention of voyagers, as well as in the no less wonderful barrier-reefs, whether encircling small islands or stretching for hundreds of miles along the shores of a continent, are simply explained.
one great reef—and finally, the last and highest peak disappearing. The moment this happens, a perfect atoll is created: I have mentioned, take away the high land from within a surrounding barrier-reef, and an atoll remains, with the land removed. We can now understand how atolls, which have developed from surrounding barrier-reefs, are similar to them in overall size, shape, the way they are grouped, and their arrangement in single or double lines; they can be seen as rough outlines of the sunken islands beneath them. We can also see how atolls in the Pacific and Indian Oceans align in lines that are parallel to the general direction of the high islands and major coastlines of those oceans. Therefore, I assert that based on the theory of the upward growth of corals during the sinking of the land, 2013 all the key characteristics of those remarkable structures, the lagoon-islands or atolls, which have long fascinated travelers, as well as the equally remarkable barrier-reefs, whether surrounding small islands or extending for hundreds of miles along the shores of a continent, are easily explained.
It may be asked, whether I can offer any direct evidence of the subsidence of barrier-reefs or atolls; but it must be borne in mind how difficult it must ever be to detect a movement, the tendency of which is to hide under water the part affected. Nevertheless, at Keeling atoll I observed on all sides of the lagoon old cocoa-nut trees undermined and falling; and in one place the foundation-posts of a shed, which the inhabitants asserted had stood seven years before just above high-water mark, but now was daily washed by every tide: on inquiry I found that three earthquakes, one of them severe, had been felt here during the last ten years. At Vanikoro, the lagoon-channel is remarkably deep, scarcely any alluvial soil has accumulated at the foot of the lofty included mountains, and remarkably few islets have been formed by the heaping of fragments and sand on the wall-like barrier reef; these facts, and some analogous ones, led me to believe that this island must lately have subsided and the reef grown upwards: here again earthquakes are frequent and very severe. In the Society archipelago, on the other hand, where the lagoon-channels are almost choked up, where much low alluvial land has accumulated, and where in some cases long islets have been formed on the barrier-reefs—facts all showing that the islands have not very lately subsided—only feeble shocks are most rarely felt. In these coral formations, where the land and water seem struggling for mastery, it must be ever difficult to decide between the effects of a change in the set of the tides and of a slight subsidence: that many of these reefs and atolls are subject to changes of some kind is certain; on some atolls the islets appear to have increased greatly within a late period; on others they have been partially or wholly washed away. The inhabitants of parts of the Maldiva archipelago know the date of the first formation of some islets; in other parts, the corals are now flourishing on water-washed reefs, where holes made for graves attest the former existence of inhabited land. It is difficult to believe in frequent changes in the tidal currents of an open ocean; whereas, we have in the earthquakes recorded by the natives on some atolls, and in the great fissures observed on other atolls, plain evidence of changes and disturbances in progress in the subterranean regions.
One might wonder if I can provide any direct evidence of the sinking of barrier reefs or atolls; however, it’s important to remember how challenging it is to detect a movement that tends to hide the affected area underwater. Still, at Keeling Atoll, I noticed old coconut trees on all sides of the lagoon being undermined and falling over; and in one spot, the foundation posts of a shed, which the locals claimed had been standing just above high-water mark for seven years, were now being washed by the tide every day. Upon investigation, I found that three earthquakes, one of them severe, had occurred here in the last decade. At Vanikoro, the lagoon channel is remarkably deep, with very little alluvial soil gathering at the base of the tall surrounding mountains, and very few islets formed from piles of debris and sand on the barrier reef; these observations, along with some similar ones, led me to believe that this island has recently sunk and the reef has grown upwards: again, earthquakes are common and quite severe here. In contrast, in the Society Archipelago, where the lagoon channels are almost blocked, significant low alluvial land has formed, and in some cases, long islets have developed on the barrier reefs—indicating that these islands have not recently sunk—only mild tremors are occasionally felt. In these coral formations, where land and water seem to be in constant competition, it’s always difficult to distinguish between the effects of changes in tidal patterns and slight sinking: it's clear that many of these reefs and atolls undergo some kind of change; on some atolls, the islets appear to have significantly increased recently; while on others, they have been partially or completely washed away. The people in certain parts of the Maldives know when some islets were first formed; elsewhere, corals are now thriving on eroded reefs, where grave holes indicate that land was once inhabited. It’s hard to believe there are frequent changes in the tidal currents of an open ocean; however, we have records of earthquakes noted by locals on some atolls, and the large cracks seen on other atolls provide clear evidence of ongoing changes and disturbances happening underground.
It is evident, on our theory, that coasts merely fringed by reefs cannot have subsided to any perceptible amount; and therefore they must, since the growth of their corals, either have remained stationary or have been upheaved. Now, it is remarkable how generally it can be shown, by the presence of upraised organic remains, that the fringed islands have been elevated: and so far, this is indirect evidence in favour of our theory. I was particularly struck with this fact, when I found, to my surprise, that the descriptions given by MM. Quoy and Gaimard were applicable, not to reefs in general as implied by them, but only to those of the fringing class; my surprise, however, ceased when I afterwards found that, by a strange chance, all the several islands visited by these eminent naturalists, could be shown by their own statements to have been elevated within a recent geological era.
It’s clear, based on our theory, that coasts only surrounded by reefs couldn’t have sunk by any noticeable amount; therefore, since their corals have been growing, they must have either stayed the same or risen. What’s interesting is how we can generally demonstrate, through the presence of raised organic remains, that these fringing islands have gone up in elevation: and this provides indirect support for our theory. I was especially surprised to discover that the descriptions given by MM. Quoy and Gaimard applied not to reefs in general, as they suggested, but only to the fringing kind; my surprise faded, though, when I later realized that, by a curious coincidence, all the various islands visited by these distinguished naturalists could be shown, based on their own findings, to have been uplifted during a recent geological period.
Not only the grand features in the structure of barrier-reefs and of atolls, and to their likeness to each other in form, size, and other characters, are explained on the theory of subsidence—which theory we are independently forced to admit in the very areas in question, from the necessity of finding bases for the corals within the requisite depth—but many details in structure and exceptional cases can thus also be simply explained. I will give only a few instances. In barrier-reefs it has long been remarked with surprise, that the passages through the reef exactly face valleys in the included land, even in cases where the reef is separated from the land by a lagoon-channel so wide and so much deeper than the actual passage itself, that it seems hardly possible that the very small quantity of water or sediment brought down could injure the corals on the reef. Now, every reef of the fringing class is breached by a narrow gateway in front of the smallest rivulet, even if dry during the greater part of the year, for the mud, sand, or gravel, occasionally washed down kills the corals on which it is deposited. Consequently, when an island thus fringed subsides, though most of the narrow gateways will probably become closed by the outward and upward growth of the corals, yet any that are not closed (and some must always be kept open by the sediment and impure water flowing out of the lagoon-channel) will still continue to front exactly the upper parts of those valleys, at the mouths of which the original basal fringing-reef was breached.
Not only do the major features in the structure of barrier reefs and atolls, along with their similarities in shape, size, and other characteristics, get explained by the subsidence theory—which we have to accept in the very areas we’re discussing due to the need to find foundations for the corals at the necessary depth—but many structural details and unusual cases can also be easily clarified. Here are just a few examples. It has long been noted with surprise that the openings in the reef directly face valleys in the land inside, even when the reef is separated from the land by a lagoon channel that is much wider and deeper than the actual passage, making it seem almost impossible for the small amount of water or sediment that comes down to harm the corals on the reef. Every reef in the fringing category has a narrow opening in front of the smallest stream, even if it’s dry for most of the year, because the mud, sand, or gravel that sometimes washes down damages the corals it lands on. So, when an island with a fringing reef sinks, most of the narrow openings will likely close up due to the outward and upward growth of the corals. However, any openings that stay open (and some must remain open due to the sediment and polluted water flowing from the lagoon channel) will continue to align perfectly with the upper parts of the valleys where the original basal fringing reef was breached.
We can easily see how an island fronted only on one side, or on one side with one end or both ends encircled by barrier-reefs, might after long-continued subsidence be converted either into a single wall-like reef, or into an atoll with a great straight spur projecting from it, or into two or three atolls tied together by straight reefs—all of which exceptional cases actually occur. As the reef-building corals require food, are preyed upon by other animals, are killed by sediment, cannot adhere to a loose bottom, and may be easily carried down to a depth whence they cannot spring up again, we need feel no surprise at the reefs both of atolls and barriers becoming in parts imperfect. The great barrier of New Caledonia is thus imperfect and broken in many parts; hence, after long subsidence, this great reef would not produce one great atoll 400 miles in length, but a chain or archipelago of atolls, of very nearly the same dimension with those in the Maldiva archipelago. Moreover, in an atoll once breached on opposite sides, from the likelihood of the oceanic and tidal currents passing straight through the breaches, it is extremely improbable that the corals, especially during continued subsidence, would ever be able again to unite the rim; if they did not, as the whole sank downwards, one atoll would be divided into two or more. In the Maldiva archipelago there are distinct atolls so related to each other in position, and separated by channels either unfathomable or very deep (the channel between Ross and Ari atolls is 150 fathoms, and that between the north and south Nillandoo atolls is 200 fathoms in depth), that it is impossible to look at a map of them without believing that they were once more intimately related. And in this same archipelago, Mahlos-Mahdoo atoll is divided by a bifurcating channel from 100 to 132 fathoms in depth, in such a manner, that it is scarcely possible to say whether it ought strictly to be called three separate atolls, or one great atoll not yet finally divided.
We can easily see how an island that has land on only one side or one side with its ends surrounded by barrier reefs might, after a long period of sinking, turn into either a single wall-like reef, an atoll with a large straight spur extending from it, or two or three atolls connected by straight reefs—all of which are real possibilities. Since reef-building corals need food, are eaten by other animals, can be harmed by sediment, cannot attach to loose bottoms, and can be taken down to depths from which they can't recover, it's not surprising that the reefs around atolls and barriers can become imperfect in some areas. The massive barrier reef of New Caledonia is imperfect and fragmented in many places; thus, after a long period of sinking, this great reef would more likely create a chain or archipelago of atolls similar in size to those in the Maldives, rather than a single big atoll 400 miles long. Additionally, if an atoll is broken on opposite sides, due to oceanic and tidal currents likely flowing straight through the breaks, it's highly unlikely that the corals, especially during ongoing sinking, would ever reunite the rim; if they don't, as the entire structure sinks, one atoll could split into two or more. In the Maldives, there are distinct atolls that are positioned in relation to each other and separated by channels that are either unfathomable or very deep (the channel between Ross and Ari atolls is 150 fathoms deep, and the channel between the north and south Nillandoo atolls is 200 fathoms deep), making it impossible to look at a map without believing they were once more closely connected. In the same archipelago, Mahlos-Mahdoo atoll is divided by a branching channel from 100 to 132 fathoms deep, to the extent that it’s hard to determine whether it should be considered three separate atolls or one large atoll that hasn't fully separated yet.
I will not enter on many more details; but I must remark that the curious structure of the northern Maldiva atolls receives (taking into consideration the free entrance of the sea through their broken margins) a simple explanation in the upward and outward growth of the corals, originally based both on small detached reefs in their lagoons, such as occur in common atolls, and on broken portions of the linear marginal reef, such as bounds every atoll of the ordinary form. I cannot refrain from once again remarking on the singularity of these complex structures—a great sandy and generally concave disk rises abruptly from the unfathomable ocean, with its central expanse studded, and its edge symmetrically bordered with oval basins of coral-rock just lipping the surface of the sea, sometimes clothed with vegetation, and each containing a lake of clear water!
I won't go into too many details, but I have to point out that the unique structure of the northern Maldiva atolls can be simply explained by the upward and outward growth of the corals. This growth is originally based on small, detached reefs in their lagoons, similar to those found in typical atolls, and on broken parts of the linear marginal reef that borders every standard atoll. I can't help but highlight the uniqueness of these complex structures—a large, sandy, and usually concave disk rises sharply from the deep ocean, with its central area dotted and its edge symmetrically framed by oval coral-rock basins that barely touch the sea's surface, sometimes covered in vegetation, and each containing a lake of clear water!
One more point in detail: as in the two neighbouring archipelagoes corals flourish in one and not in the other, and as so many conditions before enumerated must affect their existence, it would be an inexplicable fact if, during the changes to which earth, air, and water are subjected, the reef-building corals were to keep alive for perpetuity on any one spot or area. And as by our theory the areas including atolls and barrier-reefs are subsiding, we ought occasionally to find reefs both dead and submerged. In all reefs, owing to the sediment being washed out of the lagoon-channel to leeward, that side is least favourable to the long-continued vigorous growth of the corals; hence dead portions of reef not unfrequently occur on the leeward side; and these, though still retaining their proper wall-like form, are now in several instances sunk several fathoms beneath the surface. The Chagos group appears from some cause, possibly from the subsidence having been too rapid, at present to be much less favourably circumstanced for the growth of reefs than formerly: one atoll has a portion of its marginal reef, nine miles in length, dead and submerged; a second has only a few quite small living points which rise to the surface, a third and fourth are entirely dead and submerged; a fifth is a mere wreck, with its structure almost obliterated. It is remarkable that in all these cases, the dead reefs and portions of reef lie at nearly the same depth, namely, from six to eight fathoms beneath the surface, as if they had been carried down by one uniform movement. One of these "half-drowned atolls," so called by Capt. Moresby (to whom I am indebted for much invaluable information), is of vast size, namely, ninety nautical miles across in one direction, and seventy miles in another line; and is in many respects eminently curious. As by our theory it follows that new atolls will generally be formed in each new area of subsidence, two weighty objections might have been raised, namely, that atolls must be increasing indefinitely in number; and secondly, that in old areas of subsidence each separate atoll must be increasing indefinitely in thickness, if proofs of their occasional destruction could not have been adduced. Thus have we traced the history of these great rings of coral-rock, from their first origin through their normal changes, and through the occasional accidents of their existence, to their death and final obliteration.
One more detailed point: just like in the two neighboring archipelagos where coral thrives in one but not the other, many of the previously mentioned conditions must influence their survival. It would be strange if, amid the changes affecting earth, air, and water, the reef-building corals could survive indefinitely in any one location. Given our theory that areas containing atolls and barrier reefs are sinking, we should occasionally find reefs that are both dead and submerged. In all reefs, because sediment is washed out of the lagoon channel to the leeward side, that side is the least favorable for the long-term healthy growth of corals. Therefore, dead sections of reef often appear on the leeward side; these still maintain their usual wall-like shape but in several cases are now several fathoms below the surface. The Chagos group seems, for some reason, possibly due to rapid subsidence, to be currently much less suitable for reef growth than it was in the past: one atoll has a nine-mile-long section of its marginal reef that is dead and submerged; another has only a few tiny living patches that reach the surface, while a third and fourth are completely dead and submerged; a fifth is barely recognizable, with its structure almost gone. It's notable that in all these instances, the dead reefs and sections of reef are found at almost the same depth, specifically between six to eight fathoms below the surface, as if they had all sunk in a uniform movement. One of these "half-drowned atolls," as Captain Moresby (to whom I owe much valuable information) described it, is vast, measuring ninety nautical miles across in one direction and seventy miles in another, and is very interesting in many ways. According to our theory, new atolls should often form in each new subsiding area, but two major objections could have been raised: that the number of atolls must be increasing indefinitely, and that in older subsiding areas, each individual atoll must also be growing endlessly in thickness, unless evidence of their occasional destruction has been provided. Thus, we have traced the history of these great rings of coral rock, from their initial development through their regular changes and the occasional accidents of their existence, to their demise and final erasure.
In my volume on "Coral Formations" I have published a map, in which I have coloured all the atolls dark-blue, the barrier-reefs pale-blue, and the fringing reefs red. These latter reefs have been formed whilst the land has been stationary, or, as appears from the frequent presence of upraised organic remains, whilst it has been slowly rising: atolls and barrier-reefs, on the other hand, have grown up during the directly opposite movement of subsidence, which movement must have been very gradual, and in the case of atolls so vast in amount as to have buried every mountain-summit over wide ocean-spaces. Now in this map we see that the reefs tinted pale and dark-blue, which have been produced by the same order of movement, as a general rule manifestly stand near each other. Again we see, that the areas with the two blue tints are of wide extent; and that they lie separate from extensive lines of coast coloured red, both of which circumstances might naturally have been inferred, on the theory of the nature of the reefs having been governed by the nature of the earth's movement. It deserves notice that in more than one instance where single red and blue circles approach near each other, I can show that there have been oscillations of level; for in such cases the red or fringed circles consist of atolls, originally by our theory formed during subsidence, but subsequently upheaved; and on the other hand, some of the pale-blue or encircled islands are composed of coral-rock, which must have been uplifted to its present height before that subsidence took place, during which the existing barrier-reefs grew upwards.
In my book on "Coral Formations," I've included a map where I've colored all the atolls dark blue, the barrier reefs light blue, and the fringing reefs red. The fringing reefs formed while the land remained stable or, as indicated by the frequent presence of elevated organic remains, during a slow rise. In contrast, atolls and barrier reefs developed during the opposite process of sinking, which must have been very gradual, and in the case of atolls, extensive enough to cover every mountain peak across wide ocean areas. This map shows that the reefs shaded light and dark blue, which resulted from the same type of movement, generally appear close to each other. Additionally, the regions with the two blue shades are large, and they are separated from extensive stretches of coastline shaded red. Both of these observations could logically be inferred from the theory that the characteristics of the reefs are influenced by the nature of the earth's movements. It's worth noting that in several cases where single red and blue circles are close together, I can demonstrate that there have been changes in elevation. In these instances, the red or fringing circles are atolls that, according to our theory, formed during subsidence but were later raised. On the other hand, some of the pale blue or encircled islands are made of coral rock, which must have been lifted to its current height before that subsidence occurred, during which the existing barrier reefs grew upwards.
Authors have noticed with surprise, that although atolls are the commonest coral-structures throughout some enormous oceanic tracts, they are entirely absent in other seas, as in the West Indies: we can now at once perceive the cause, for where there has not been subsidence, atolls cannot have been formed; and in the case of the West Indies and parts of the East Indies, these tracts are known to have been rising within the recent period. The larger areas, coloured red and blue, are all elongated; and between the two colours there is a degree of rude alternation, as if the rising of one had balanced the sinking of the other. Taking into consideration the proofs of recent elevation both on the fringed coasts and on some others (for instance, in South America) where there are no reefs, we are led to conclude that the great continents are for the most part rising areas: and from the nature of the coral-reefs, that the central parts of the great oceans are sinking areas. The East Indian archipelago, the most broken land in the world, is in most parts an area of elevation, but surrounded and penetrated, probably in more lines than one, by narrow areas of subsidence.
Authors have been surprised to find that while atolls are the most common coral structures in some vast ocean regions, they are completely absent in others, like the West Indies. We can immediately see the reason why: atolls can only form where there has been subsidence, and the West Indies and parts of the East Indies are known to have been rising in recent times. The larger areas, marked in red and blue, are all elongated, and between the two colors, there’s an uneven alternation, as if the rise of one area has balanced the sinking of another. Considering the evidence of recent elevation along the fringed coasts and in other places (like South America), where there are no reefs, we conclude that most of the great continents are rising areas. In contrast, the nature of the coral reefs suggests that the central parts of the vast oceans are sinking areas. The East Indian archipelago, the most fragmented land in the world, is mostly an area of elevation, but it is surrounded and penetrated, likely in multiple ways, by narrow areas of subsidence.
I have marked with vermilion spots all the many known active volcanos within the limits of this same map. Their entire absence from every one of the great subsiding areas, coloured either pale or dark blue, is most striking and not less so is the coincidence of the chief volcanic chains with the parts coloured red, which we are led to conclude have either long remained stationary, or more generally have been recently upraised. Although a few of the vermilion spots occur within no great distance of single circles tinted blue, yet not one single active volcano is situated within several hundred miles of an archipelago, or even small group of atolls. It is, therefore, a striking fact that in the Friendly archipelago, which consists of a group of atolls upheaved and since partially worn down, two volcanos, and perhaps more, are historically known to have been in action. On the other hand, although most of the islands in the Pacific which are encircled by barrier-reefs, are of volcanic origin, often with the remnants of craters still distinguishable, not one of them is known to have ever been in eruption. Hence in these cases it would appear, that volcanos burst forth into action and become extinguished on the same spots, accordingly as elevatory or subsiding movements prevail there. Numberless facts could be adduced to prove that upraised organic remains are common wherever there are active volcanos; but until it could be shown that in areas of subsidence, volcanos were either absent or inactive, the inference, however probable in itself, that their distribution depended on the rising or falling of the earth's surface, would have been hazardous. But now, I think, we may freely admit this important deduction.
I’ve marked with red dots all the known active volcanoes on this map. Their complete absence from all the major sinking areas, colored either light or dark blue, is very noticeable. It’s also interesting that the main volcanic chains coincide with the areas marked in red, which suggests they have either stayed still for a long time or have recently risen. While a few of the red dots are not too far from the blue circles, not a single active volcano is located within several hundred miles of any archipelago or even a small group of atolls. It’s quite remarkable that in the Friendly archipelago, which is made up of a group of atolls that have been uplifted and partially eroded, two volcanoes, and possibly more, are historically known to have erupted. On the flip side, although most of the islands in the Pacific surrounded by barrier reefs are of volcanic origin, often showing remnants of craters, none of them have ever been reported to erupt. This suggests that volcanoes become active and then go extinct in the same locations, depending on whether uplifting or sinking movements are occurring there. Many examples could be given to show that uplifted organic remains are common wherever there are active volcanoes; however, until it could be proven that volcanoes were either absent or inactive in sinking areas, the idea, though plausible, that their distribution relied on the rising or falling of the earth's surface could be risky to conclude. But now, I believe we can confidently embrace this significant conclusion.
Taking a final view of the map, and bearing in mind the statements made with respect to the upraised organic remains, we must feel astonished at the vastness of the areas, which have suffered changes in level either downwards or upwards, within a period not geologically remote. It would appear also, that the elevatory and subsiding movements follow nearly the same laws. Throughout the spaces interspersed with atolls, where not a single peak of high land has been left above the level of the sea, the sinking must have been immense in amount. The sinking, moreover, whether continuous, or recurrent with intervals sufficiently long for the corals again to bring up their living edifices to the surface, must necessarily have been extremely slow. This conclusion is probably the most important one which can be deduced from the study of coral formations;—and it is one which it is difficult to imagine how otherwise could ever have been arrived at. Nor can I quite pass over the probability of the former existence of large archipelagoes of lofty islands, where now only rings of coral-rock scarcely break the open expanse of the sea, throwing some light on the distribution of the inhabitants of the other high islands, now left standing so immensely remote from each other in the midst of the great oceans. The reef-constructing corals have indeed reared and preserved wonderful memorials of the subterranean oscillations of level; we see in each barrier-reef a proof that the land has there subsided, and in each atoll a monument over an island now lost. We may thus, like unto a geologist who had lived his ten thousand years and kept a record of the passing changes, gain some insight into the great system by which the surface of this globe has been broken up, and land and water interchanged.
Looking at the map one last time and remembering the comments made about the raised organic remains, we can’t help but be amazed by the vast areas that have experienced changes in elevation, either sinking or rising, within a relatively recent geological timeframe. It also seems that these upward and downward movements follow similar patterns. Across the regions filled with atolls, where not a single high land peak remains above sea level, the amount of sinking must have been enormous. Furthermore, whether this sinking was continuous or happened in cycles with long enough breaks for corals to build their living structures back to the surface, it must have occurred very slowly. This conclusion is likely the most significant one we can draw from studying coral formations, and it's hard to imagine how we could have reached this insight otherwise. I also can’t overlook the chance that there once were large archipelagoes of tall islands where now only rings of coral rock barely break the sea's surface, shedding some light on how the inhabitants of other high islands are now so distantly separated in the vast oceans. The reef-building corals have certainly created and preserved remarkable records of the underground shifts in level; each barrier reef stands as proof that land has subsided there, and each atoll serves as a monument for an island now vanished. Thus, similar to a geologist who has lived through ten thousand years and kept track of the changing landscape, we can gain some understanding of the grand system that has reshaped the surface of our planet, alternating land and water.
CHAPTER XXI — MAURITIUS TO ENGLAND
Mauritius, beautiful appearance of—Great crateriform ring of Mountains—Hindoos—St. Helena—History of the changes in the Vegetation—Cause of the extinction of Land-shells—Ascension—Variation in the imported Rats—Volcanic Bombs—Beds of Infusoria—Bahia—Brazil—Splendour of Tropical Scenery—Pernambuco—Singular Reef—Slavery—Return to England—Retrospect on our Voyage.
Mauritius, stunning sight of—Great crater-like ring of Mountains—Hindus—St. Helena—History of changes in Vegetation—Reason for the extinction of Land-shells—Ascension—Variation in imported Rats—Volcanic Bombs—Layers of Infusoria—Bahia—Brazil—Beauty of Tropical Scenery—Pernambuco—Unique Reef—Slavery—Return to England—Reflection on our Voyage.
APRIL 29th.—In the morning we passed round the northern end of Mauritius, or the Isle of France. From this point of view the aspect of the island equalled the expectations raised by the many well-known descriptions of its beautiful scenery. The sloping plain of the Pamplemousses, interspersed with houses, and coloured by the large fields of sugar-cane of a bright green, composed the foreground. The brilliancy of the green was the more remarkable because it is a colour which generally is conspicuous only from a very short distance. Towards the centre of the island groups of wooded mountains rose out of this highly cultivated plain; their summits, as so commonly happens with ancient volcanic rocks, being jagged into the sharpest points. Masses of white clouds were collected around these pinnacles, as if for the sake of pleasing the stranger's eye. The whole island, with its sloping border and central mountains, was adorned with an air of perfect elegance: the scenery, if I may use such an expression, appeared to the sight harmonious.
APRIL 29th.—In the morning, we sailed around the northern tip of Mauritius, also known as the Isle of France. From this vantage point, the view of the island met the expectations set by many famous descriptions of its stunning landscape. The gently rolling plain of Pamplemousses, dotted with houses and vibrant fields of bright green sugarcane, made up the foreground. The intensity of the green was especially striking because it's a color that usually stands out only up close. In the center of the island, clusters of wooded mountains rose from this well-tended plain, their peaks, as is typical with ancient volcanic formations, sharply pointed. Swathes of white clouds gathered around these peaks, seemingly just to please the eyes of visitors. The entire island, with its gently sloping borders and central mountains, exuded a sense of perfect elegance: the scenery, if I may say so, appeared to be in harmony.
I spent the greater part of the next day in walking about the town and visiting different people. The town is of considerable size, and is said to contain 20,000 inhabitants; the streets are very clean and regular. Although the island has been so many years under the English Government, the general character of the place is quite French: Englishmen speak to their servants in French, and the shops are all French; indeed, I should think that Calais or Boulogne was much more Anglified. There is a very pretty little theatre, in which operas are excellently performed. We were also surprised at seeing large booksellers' shops, with well-stored shelves;—music and reading bespeak our approach to the old world of civilization; for in truth both Australia and America are new worlds.
I spent most of the next day walking around town and visiting different people. The town is quite large, reportedly with 20,000 residents; the streets are very clean and organized. Even though the island has been under English rule for many years, the overall vibe of the place feels very French: English people talk to their servants in French, and all the shops are French; in fact, I’d say Calais or Boulogne feel much more Anglicized. There’s a charming little theater where operas are performed impressively well. We were also surprised to see large bookstores with well-stocked shelves; music and reading signal our connection to the old world of civilization because, in reality, both Australia and America are new worlds.
The various races of men walking in the streets afford the most interesting spectacle in Port Louis. Convicts from India are banished here for life; at present there are about 800, and they are employed in various public works. Before seeing these people, I had no idea that the inhabitants of India were such noble-looking figures. Their skin is extremely dark, and many of the older men had large mustaches and beards of a snow-white colour; this, together with the fire of their expression, gave them quite an imposing aspect. The greater number had been banished for murder and the worst crimes; others for causes which can scarcely be considered as moral faults, such as for not obeying, from superstitious motives, the English laws. These men are generally quiet and well-conducted; from their outward conduct, their cleanliness, and faithful observance of their strange religious rites, it was impossible to look at them with the same eyes as on our wretched convicts in New South Wales.
The different races of people walking in the streets provide the most fascinating scene in Port Louis. Convicts from India are exiled here for life; currently, there are about 800 of them, and they work on various public projects. Before seeing these individuals, I had no idea that the people of India were such impressive figures. Their skin is very dark, and many of the older men have large mustaches and snow-white beards; this, combined with the intensity of their expressions, gave them a striking presence. Most had been exiled for murder and serious crimes; others for reasons that hardly seem like moral failings, like refusing to obey English laws due to superstitious beliefs. These men are generally calm and well-behaved; based on their demeanor, cleanliness, and devoted practice of their unique religious rituals, it was impossible to view them the same way as we do with our unfortunate convicts in New South Wales.
May 1st.—Sunday. I took a quiet walk along the sea-coast to the north of the town. The plain in this part is quite uncultivated; it consists of a field of black lava, smoothed over with coarse grass and bushes, the latter being chiefly Mimosas. The scenery may be described as intermediate in character between that of the Galapagos and of Tahiti; but this will convey a definite idea to very few persons. It is a very pleasant country, but it has not the charms of Tahiti, or the grandeur of Brazil. The next day I ascended La Pouce, a mountain so called from a thumb-like projection, which rises close behind the town to a height of 2,600 feet. The centre of the island consists of a great platform, surrounded by old broken basaltic mountains, with their strata dipping seawards. The central platform, formed of comparatively recent streams of lava, is of an oval shape, thirteen geographical miles across, in the line of its shorter axis. The exterior bounding mountains come into that class of structures called Craters of Elevation, which are supposed to have been formed not like ordinary craters, but by a great and sudden upheaval. There appears to me to be insuperable objections to this view: on the other hand, I can hardly believe, in this and in some other cases, that these marginal crateriform mountains are merely the basal remnants of immense volcanos, of which the summits either have been blown off, or swallowed up in subterranean abysses.
May 1st.—Sunday. I went for a quiet walk along the coastline to the north of the town. This area is pretty wild; it consists of a field of black lava, covered with coarse grass and bushes, mostly Mimosas. The scenery is something between the Galapagos and Tahiti; however, that won’t really mean much to most people. It’s a nice place, but it doesn’t have the allure of Tahiti or the grandeur of Brazil. The next day, I hiked La Pouce, a mountain named for its thumb-like shape, which rises just behind the town to a height of 2,600 feet. The center of the island has a large platform surrounded by old, broken basalt mountains, with their layers sloping towards the sea. This central platform, made up of relatively recent lava flows, is oval-shaped and measures about thirteen geographical miles across at its shorter axis. The surrounding mountains are classified as Craters of Elevation, which are believed to have formed differently than regular craters, through a massive and sudden uplift. However, I think there are serious objections to this theory; on the other hand, I can hardly believe that these outer crater-like mountains are just the remaining bases of enormous volcanoes, of which the peaks were either blown off or submerged in deep underground chasms.
From our elevated position we enjoyed an excellent view over the island. The country on this side appears pretty well cultivated, being divided into fields and studded with farm-houses. I was, however, assured that of the whole land, not more than half is yet in a productive state; if such be the case, considering the present large export of sugar, this island, at some future period when thickly peopled, will be of great value. Since England has taken possession of it, a period of only twenty-five years, the export of sugar is said to have increased seventy-five fold. One great cause of its prosperity is the excellent state of the roads. In the neighbouring Isle of Bourbon, which remains under the French government, the roads are still in the same miserable state as they were here only a few years ago. Although the French residents must have largely profited by the increased prosperity of their island, yet the English government is far from popular.
From our high vantage point, we had a great view of the island. The land on this side seems pretty well farmed, with fields and dotted with farmhouses. However, I was told that only about half of the land is currently productive; if that's true, considering the current large sugar exports, this island will be highly valuable in the future when it's more populated. Since England took control of it just twenty-five years ago, sugar exports are said to have increased seventy-five times. A major reason for its success is the excellent condition of the roads. In the nearby Isle of Bourbon, which is still under French control, the roads are just as terrible as they were here a few years back. Even though the French residents have likely benefited from their island's growth, the English government isn't very popular.
3rd.—In the evening Captain Lloyd, the Surveyor-general, so well known from his examination of the Isthmus of Panama, invited Mr. Stokes and myself to his country-house, which is situated on the edge of Wilheim Plains, and about six miles from the Port. We stayed at this delightful place two days; standing nearly 800 feet above the sea, the air was cool and fresh, and on every side there were delightful walks. Close by, a grand ravine has been worn to a depth of about 500 feet through the slightly inclined streams of lava, which have flowed from the central platform.
3rd.—In the evening, Captain Lloyd, the Surveyor-General, who is well-known for his work on the Isthmus of Panama, invited Mr. Stokes and me to his country house, which is located on the edge of Wilheim Plains, about six miles from the Port. We spent two delightful days at this place; situated nearly 800 feet above sea level, the air was cool and fresh, and there were lovely walking paths all around. Nearby, a massive ravine has been carved to a depth of about 500 feet by the slightly sloped streams of lava that have flowed from the central platform.
5th.—Captain Lloyd took us to the Riviere Noire, which is several miles to the southward, that I might examine some rocks of elevated coral. We passed through pleasant gardens, and fine fields of sugar-cane growing amidst huge blocks of lava. The roads were bordered by hedges of Mimosa, and near many of the houses there were avenues of the mango. Some of the views, where the peaked hills and the cultivated farms were seen together, were exceedingly picturesque; and we were constantly tempted to exclaim, "How pleasant it would be to pass one's life in such quiet abodes!" Captain Lloyd possessed an elephant, and he sent it half way with us, that we might enjoy a ride in true Indian fashion. The circumstance which surprised me most was its quite noiseless step. This elephant is the only one at present on the island; but it is said others will be sent for.
5th.—Captain Lloyd took us to the Riviere Noire, which is several miles to the south, so I could check out some elevated coral rocks. We passed through lovely gardens and fields of sugar cane growing among huge blocks of lava. The roads were lined with Mimosa hedges, and near many houses, there were rows of mango trees. Some views, where the peaked hills and cultivated farms were visible together, were incredibly picturesque; we often found ourselves thinking, "How nice it would be to spend our lives in such peaceful homes!" Captain Lloyd had an elephant, and he sent it partway with us so we could experience a ride in true Indian style. What surprised me the most was how quietly it walked. This elephant is currently the only one on the island, but it's said that more will be brought in.
May 9th.—We sailed from Port Louis, and, calling at the Cape of Good Hope, on the 8th of July, we arrived off St. Helena. This island, the forbidding aspect of which has been so often described, rises abruptly like a huge black castle from the ocean. Near the town, as if to complete nature's defence, small forts and guns fill up every gap in the rugged rocks. The town runs up a flat and narrow valley; the houses look respectable, and are interspersed with a very few green trees. When approaching the anchorage there was one striking view: an irregular castle perched on the summit of a lofty hill, and surrounded by a few scattered fir-trees, boldly projected against the sky.
May 9th.—We set sail from Port Louis, and after stopping at the Cape of Good Hope, we arrived off St. Helena on July 8th. This island, which has been described as forbidding, rises sharply from the ocean like a giant black castle. Close to the town, small forts and cannons fill in every gap in the rugged rocks, adding to nature's defenses. The town stretches up a flat and narrow valley; the houses appear respectable and are scattered with a few green trees. As we approached the anchorage, one striking view stood out: an irregular castle perched on top of a tall hill, surrounded by a few scattered fir trees, boldly standing against the sky.
The next day I obtained lodgings within a stone's throw of Napoleon's tomb; 211 it was a capital central situation, whence I could make excursions in every direction. During the four days I stayed here, I wandered over the island from morning to night, and examined its geological history. My lodgings were situated at a height of about 2000 feet; here the weather was cold and boisterous, with constant showers of rain; and every now and then the whole scene was veiled in thick clouds.
The next day I found a place to stay just a short walk from Napoleon's tomb; 211 it was a great central location, which allowed me to make trips in every direction. During the four days I was there, I explored the island from morning to night and studied its geological history. My place was about 2000 feet up; the weather was cold and rough, with frequent rain showers, and every now and then the entire scene was covered in thick clouds.
Near the coast the rough lava is quite bare: in the central and higher parts, feldspathic rocks by their decomposition have produced a clayey soil, which, where not covered by vegetation, is stained in broad bands of many bright colours. At this season, the land moistened by constant showers, produces a singularly bright green pasture, which lower and lower down, gradually fades away and at last disappears. In latitude 16 degs., and at the trifling elevation of 1500 feet, it is surprising to behold a vegetation possessing a character decidedly British. The hills are crowned with irregular plantations of Scotch firs; and the sloping banks are thickly scattered over with thickets of gorse, covered with its bright yellow flowers. Weeping-willows are common on the banks of the rivulets, and the hedges are made of the blackberry, producing its well-known fruit. When we consider that the number of plants now found on the island is 746, and that out of these fifty-two alone are indigenous species, the rest having been imported, and most of them from England, we see the reason of the British character of the vegetation. Many of these English plants appear to flourish better than in their native country; some also from the opposite quarter of Australia succeed remarkably well. The many imported species must have destroyed some of the native kinds; and it is only on the highest and steepest ridges that the indigenous Flora is now predominant.
Near the coast, the rough lava is pretty much bare: in the central and higher areas, feldspathic rocks have broken down to create a clayey soil, which, where it isn't covered by plants, shows off broad bands of bright colors. Right now, with constant showers keeping the land moist, there's a strikingly bright green pasture that gradually fades away and eventually disappears further down. At latitude 16 degrees, and at a modest elevation of 1,500 feet, it's surprising to see vegetation that feels distinctly British. The hills are topped with uneven patches of Scotch pines, and the sloping banks are thick with gorse bushes, vibrant with bright yellow flowers. Weeping willows line the streams, and the hedges consist of blackberry brambles, producing their famous fruit. Considering that there are 746 plant species currently on the island, and only fifty-two of those are native, with the rest being imported—most of them from England—it’s clear why the vegetation feels British. Many of these English plants seem to thrive even better than they do back home, and some that come from Australia also do exceptionally well. The numerous imported species have likely led to the decline of some native plants, so it's only in the highest and steepest areas that the indigenous flora still stands out.
The English, or rather Welsh character of the scenery, is kept up by the numerous cottages and small white houses; some buried at the bottom of the deepest valleys, and others mounted on the crests of the lofty hills. Some of the views are striking, for instance that from near Sir W. Doveton's house, where the bold peak called Lot is seen over a dark wood of firs, the whole being backed by the red water-worn mountains of the southern coast. On viewing the island from an eminence, the first circumstance which strikes one, is the number of the roads and forts: the labour bestowed on the public works, if one forgets its character as a prison, seems out of all proportion to its extent or value. There is so little level or useful land, that it seems surprising how so many people, about 5000, can subsist here. The lower orders, or the emancipated slaves, are I believe extremely poor: they complain of the want of work. From the reduction in the number of public servants owing to the island having been given up by the East Indian Company, and the consequent emigration of many of the richer people, the poverty probably will increase. The chief food of the working class is rice with a little salt meat; as neither of these articles are the products of the island, but must be purchased with money, the low wages tell heavily on the poor people. Now that the people are blessed with freedom, a right which I believe they value fully, it seems probable that their numbers will quickly increase: if so, what is to become of the little state of St. Helena?
The English, or rather Welsh, character of the scenery is maintained by the many cottages and small white houses; some tucked away in the deepest valleys, and others perched on the tops of tall hills. Some of the views are impressive, like the one from near Sir W. Doveton's house, where the striking peak called Lot is visible over a dark forest of fir trees, all backed by the red, weathered mountains of the southern coast. When looking at the island from a high point, the first thing that stands out is the number of roads and forts: the effort put into public works, if one forgets its history as a prison, seems completely out of proportion to its size or value. There is so little flat or useful land that it’s surprising how so many people, about 5,000, can live here. The lower class, or freed slaves, I believe are extremely poor: they complain about the lack of work. With the reduction in the number of public servants due to the island being turned over by the East Indian Company, and the subsequent emigration of many wealthier individuals, poverty is likely to increase. The main food of the working class is rice with a bit of salted meat; since neither of these items is produced on the island and must be bought with money, low wages are a heavy burden for the poor. Now that the people are blessed with freedom, a right that I believe they truly value, it seems likely that their numbers will quickly grow: if so, what will happen to the small state of St. Helena?
My guide was an elderly man, who had been a goatherd when a boy, and knew every step amongst the rocks. He was of a race many times crossed, and although with a dusky skin, he had not the disagreeable expression of a mulatto. He was a very civil, quiet old man, and such appears the character of the greater number of the lower classes. It was strange to my ears to hear a man, nearly white and respectably dressed, talking with indifference of the times when he was a slave. With my companion, who carried our dinners and a horn of water, which is quite necessary, as all the water in the lower valleys is saline, I every day took long walks.
My guide was an older man who had been a goatherd as a child and knew every path among the rocks. He came from a mixed heritage, and even though his skin was darker, he didn’t have the unpleasant look of a mixed-race person. He was a very polite, quiet old man, which seems to be typical for most people from lower social classes. It sounded strange to me to hear a man, who was almost white and dressed well, casually talking about his time as a slave. With my companion, who carried our lunches and a horn of water—which we really needed since all the water in the lower valleys is salty—we took long walks every day.
Beneath the upper and central green circle, the wild valleys are quite desolate and untenanted. Here, to the geologist, there were scenes of high interest, showing successive changes and complicated disturbances. According to my views, St. Helena has existed as an island from a very remote epoch: some obscure proofs, however, of the elevation of the land are still extant. I believe that the central and highest peaks form parts of the rim of a great crater, the southern half of which has been entirely removed by the waves of the sea: there is, moreover, an external wall of black basaltic rocks, like the coast-mountains of Mauritius, which are older than the central volcanic streams. On the higher parts of the island, considerable numbers of a shell, long thought to be a marine species occur imbedded in the soil.
Beneath the upper and central green circle, the wild valleys are quite barren and uninhabited. For geologists, this area presents scenes of great interest, illustrating successive changes and complex disruptions. In my opinion, St. Helena has been an island for a very long time; however, some unclear evidence of land elevation still exists. I think the central and highest peaks are parts of the rim of a large crater, the southern half of which has completely eroded away due to ocean waves. Additionally, there’s an outer wall of black basalt rocks, similar to the coastal mountains of Mauritius, which are older than the central volcanic flows. On the higher parts of the island, a significant number of shells, long believed to be marine species, can be found embedded in the soil.
It proved to be a Cochlogena, or land-shell of a very peculiar form; 212 with it I found six other kinds; and in another spot an eighth species. It is remarkable that none of them are now found living. Their extinction has probably been caused by the entire destruction of the woods, and the consequent loss of food and shelter, which occurred during the early part of the last century.
It turned out to be a Cochlogena, or land snail with a very unique shape; 212 I also found six other types, and in another location, an eighth species. It's surprising that none of them are still alive today. Their extinction was likely caused by the complete destruction of the forests and the resulting loss of food and shelter that happened in the early part of the last century.
The history of the changes, which the elevated plains of Longwood and Deadwood have undergone, as given in General Beatson's account of the island, is extremely curious. Both plains, it is said in former times were covered with wood, and were therefore called the Great Wood. So late as the year 1716 there were many trees, but in 1724 the old trees had mostly fallen; and as goats and hogs had been suffered to range about, all the young trees had been killed. It appears also from the official records, that the trees were unexpectedly, some years afterwards, succeeded by a wire grass which spread over the whole surface. 213 General Beatson adds that now this plain "is covered with fine sward, and is become the finest piece of pasture on the island." The extent of surface, probably covered by wood at a former period, is estimated at no less than two thousand acres; at the present day scarcely a single tree can be found there. It is also said that in 1709 there were quantities of dead trees in Sandy Bay; this place is now so utterly desert, that nothing but so well attested an account could have made me believe that they could ever have grown there. The fact, that the goats and hogs destroyed all the young trees as they sprang up, and that in the course of time the old ones, which were safe from their attacks, perished from age, seems clearly made out. Goats were introduced in the year 1502; eighty-six years afterwards, in the time of Cavendish, it is known that they were exceedingly numerous. More than a century afterwards, in 1731, when the evil was complete and irretrievable, an order was issued that all stray animals should be destroyed. It is very interesting thus to find, that the arrival of animals at St. Helena in 1501, did not change the whole aspect of the island, until a period of two hundred and twenty years had elapsed: for the goats were introduced in 1502, and in 1724 it is said "the old trees had mostly fallen." There can be little doubt that this great change in the vegetation affected not only the land-shells, causing eight species to become extinct, but likewise a multitude of insects.
The history of the changes that the elevated plains of Longwood and Deadwood have gone through, as detailed in General Beatson's account of the island, is quite fascinating. Both plains were once covered with trees and were referred to as the Great Wood. As recently as 1716, there were many trees, but by 1724, most of the old trees had fallen. Since goats and hogs were allowed to roam freely, all the young trees had been killed. Official records also show that, unexpectedly, a few years later, the trees were replaced by a type of wire grass that spread across the entire area. 213 General Beatson notes that now this plain "is covered with fine sward and has become the best pasture on the island." The area that was probably once forested is estimated to be at least two thousand acres; today, hardly a single tree can be found there. It is said that in 1709 there were a lot of dead trees in Sandy Bay; now, this place is so completely deserted that only a well-documented account could have made me believe trees could ever have existed there. The fact that the goats and hogs destroyed all the young trees as they grew, while the older ones, safe from their attacks, eventually died of age, is clearly established. Goats were introduced in 1502, and by eighty-six years later, during the time of Cavendish, it was known that they were extremely numerous. More than a century later, in 1731, when the damage was irreparable, an order was issued to eliminate all stray animals. It's interesting to note that the arrival of animals on St. Helena in 1501 didn't completely change the island's landscape until two hundred and twenty years had passed: goats were introduced in 1502, and by 1724, it was noted that "most of the old trees had fallen." There's little doubt that this significant change in vegetation affected not only the land snails, causing eight species to go extinct, but also a wide variety of insects.
St. Helena, situated so remote from any continent, in the midst of a great ocean, and possessing a unique Flora, excites our curiosity. The eight land-shells, though now extinct, and one living Succinea, are peculiar species found nowhere else. Mr. Cuming, however, informs me that an English Helix is common here, its eggs no doubt having been imported in some of the many introduced plants. Mr. Cuming collected on the coast sixteen species of sea-shells, of which seven, as far as he knows, are confined to this island. Birds and insects, 214 as might have been expected, are very few in number; indeed I believe all the birds have been introduced within late years. Partridges and pheasants are tolerably abundant; the island is much too English not to be subject to strict game-laws. I was told of a more unjust sacrifice to such ordinances than I ever heard of even in England. The poor people formerly used to burn a plant, which grows on the coast-rocks, and export the soda from its ashes; but a peremptory order came out prohibiting this practice, and giving as a reason that the partridges would have nowhere to build.
St. Helena, located so far from any continent in the middle of a vast ocean and home to unique plant life, piques our interest. The eight land-shells, though now extinct, along with one living Succinea, are species found nowhere else. However, Mr. Cuming tells me that a common English Helix is present here, likely its eggs having been brought in with some of the many introduced plants. Mr. Cuming collected sixteen species of sea shells along the coast, seven of which, as far as he knows, are exclusive to this island. Birds and insects, as one might expect, are very few in number; in fact, I believe all the birds have been introduced in recent years. Partridges and pheasants are fairly common; the island is decidedly too English to be free from strict game laws. I heard of a more unfair sacrifice to such regulations than I have ever encountered even in England. The local people used to burn a plant that grows on the coastal rocks and export the soda from its ashes, but a strict order came out banning this practice, claiming it was because the partridges would have nowhere to nest.
In my walks I passed more than once over the grassy plain bounded by deep valleys, on which Longwood stands. Viewed from a short distance, it appears like a respectable gentleman's country-seat. In front there are a few cultivated fields, and beyond them the smooth hill of coloured rocks called the Flagstaff, and the rugged square black mass of the Barn. On the whole the view was rather bleak and uninteresting. The only inconvenience I suffered during my walks was from the impetuous winds. One day I noticed a curious circumstance; standing on the edge of a plain, terminated by a great cliff of about a thousand feet in depth, I saw at the distance of a few yards right to windward, some tern, struggling against a very strong breeze, whilst, where I stood, the air was quite calm. Approaching close to the brink, where the current seemed to be deflected upwards from the face of the cliff, I stretched out my arm, and immediately felt the full force of the wind: an invisible barrier, two yards in width, separated perfectly calm air from a strong blast.
During my walks, I crossed the grassy plain surrounded by deep valleys where Longwood is located more than once. From a short distance away, it looks like a respectable gentleman's country house. In front, there are a few cultivated fields, and beyond them lies the smooth hill of colorful rocks known as the Flagstaff, along with the rugged, square black mass of the Barn. Overall, the view was pretty bleak and uninteresting. The only annoyance I faced during my walks was the strong winds. One day, I noticed something interesting; standing at the edge of a plain that dropped off into a cliff about a thousand feet deep, I saw a tern struggling against a strong breeze just a few yards away in the wind's direction, while the air where I stood was completely calm. When I moved closer to the edge, where the wind seemed to be pushed upwards from the cliff face, I reached out my arm and instantly felt the full force of the wind: an invisible barrier, two yards wide, perfectly divided the calm air from the strong gusts.
I so much enjoyed my rambles among the rocks and mountains of St. Helena, that I felt almost sorry on the morning of the 14th to descend to the town. Before noon I was on board, and the Beagle made sail.
I really enjoyed my walks among the rocks and mountains of St. Helena that I felt a bit sad on the morning of the 14th when I had to go down to the town. Before noon, I was on board, and the Beagle set sail.
On the 19th of July we reached Ascension. Those who have beheld a volcanic island, situated under an arid climate, will at once be able to picture to themselves the appearance of Ascension. They will imagine smooth conical hills of a bright red colour, with their summits generally truncated, rising separately out of a level surface of black rugged lava. A principal mound in the centre of the island, seems the father of the lesser cones. It is called Green Hill: its name being taken from the faintest tinge of that colour, which at this time of the year is barely perceptible from the anchorage. To complete the desolate scene, the black rocks on the coast are lashed by a wild and turbulent sea.
On July 19th, we arrived at Ascension. Those who have seen a volcanic island in a dry climate can easily picture what Ascension looks like. They can imagine smooth, conical hills in bright red, usually with flat tops, rising from a flat expanse of black, jagged lava. A main mound in the center of the island seems like the parent of the smaller cones. It's called Green Hill; its name comes from the faintest hint of that color, which is hardly noticeable from where we anchored this time of year. To complete the bleak scene, the black rocks along the coast are battered by a wild and choppy sea.
The settlement is near the beach; it consists of several houses and barracks placed irregularly, but well built of white freestone. The only inhabitants are marines, and some negroes liberated from slave-ships, who are paid and victualled by government. There is not a private person on the island. Many of the marines appeared well contented with their situation; they think it better to serve their one-and-twenty years on shore, let it be what it may, than in a ship; in this choice, if I were a marine, I should most heartily agree.
The settlement is close to the beach; it consists of several houses and barracks built irregularly but well from white freestone. The only residents are marines and some freed blacks from slave ships, who are paid and supplied by the government. There are no private citizens on the island. Many of the marines seemed quite happy with their situation; they believe it’s better to serve their twenty-one years on land, whatever it may be, rather than on a ship. If I were a marine, I would completely agree with this choice.
The next morning I ascended Green Hill, 2840 feet high, and thence walked across the island to the windward point. A good cart-road leads from the coast-settlement to the houses, gardens, and fields, placed near the summit of the central mountain. On the roadside there are milestones, and likewise cisterns, where each thirsty passer-by can drink some good water. Similar care is displayed in each part of the establishment, and especially in the management of the springs, so that a single drop of water may not be lost: indeed the whole island may be compared to a huge ship kept in first-rate order. I could not help, when admiring the active industry, which had created such effects out of such means, at the same time regretting that it had been wasted on so poor and trifling an end. M. Lesson has remarked with justice, that the English nation would have thought of making the island of Ascension a productive spot, any other people would have held it as a mere fortress in the ocean.
The next morning, I climbed Green Hill, which is 2,840 feet high, and then walked across the island to the windward point. A good road connects the coastal settlement to the houses, gardens, and fields located near the summit of the central mountain. Along the roadside, there are mile markers and cisterns where any thirsty traveler can drink some fresh water. Similar attention is given to every part of the establishment, especially in managing the springs, ensuring that not a single drop of water is wasted: in fact, the whole island can be compared to a well-maintained ship. I couldn’t help but admire the industrious efforts that transformed such limited resources into impressive results, while also feeling regret that this hard work was spent on such a meager and insignificant purpose. M. Lesson rightly pointed out that the English would have thought of turning the island of Ascension into a productive place, while any other nation would have viewed it merely as a fortress in the ocean.
Near this coast nothing grows; further inland, an occasional green castor-oil plant, and a few grasshoppers, true friends of the desert, may be met with. Some grass is scattered over the surface of the central elevated region, and the whole much resembles the worse parts of the Welsh mountains. But scanty as the pasture appears, about six hundred sheep, many goats, a few cows and horses, all thrive well on it. Of native animals, land-crabs and rats swarm in numbers. Whether the rat is really indigenous, may well be doubted; there are two varieties as described by Mr. Waterhouse; one is of a black colour, with fine glossy fur, and lives on the grassy summit, the other is brown-coloured and less glossy, with longer hairs, and lives near the settlement on the coast. Both these varieties are one-third smaller than the common black rat (M. rattus); and they differ from it both in the colour and character of their fur, but in no other essential respect. I can hardly doubt that these rats (like the common mouse, which has also run wild) have been imported, and, as at the Galapagos, have varied from the effect of the new conditions to which they have been exposed: hence the variety on the summit of the island differs from that on the coast. Of native birds there are none; but the guinea-fowl, imported from the Cape de Verd Islands, is abundant, and the common fowl has likewise run wild. Some cats, which were originally turned out to destroy the rats and mice, have increased, so as to become a great plague. The island is entirely without trees, in which, and in every other respect, it is very far inferior to St. Helena.
Near this coast, nothing grows; further inland, you might find an occasional green castor-oil plant and a few grasshoppers, the true friends of the desert. Some grass is scattered across the central elevated region, resembling the worse parts of the Welsh mountains. Yet, despite the sparse pasture, about six hundred sheep, many goats, and a few cows and horses all thrive well on it. The native animals include masses of land-crabs and rats. It's questionable whether the rat is truly native; there are two types as described by Mr. Waterhouse. One is black with fine glossy fur, living on the grassy summit, while the other is brown, less glossy, with longer hairs, and resides near the coastal settlement. Both types are about one-third smaller than the common black rat (M. rattus) and differ only in fur color and texture. I have no doubt that these rats (like the common mouse, which has also gone feral) were brought here and, similar to what happened in the Galapagos, have adapted to the new conditions, leading to the variation on the island's summit compared to the coast. There are no native birds, but the guinea-fowl, imported from the Cape Verde Islands, is plentiful, and the common fowl has also gone wild. Some cats, originally released to control the rat and mouse population, have multiplied and become a significant nuisance. The island is completely devoid of trees, making it very much inferior to St. Helena in every respect.
One of my excursions took me towards the S. W. extremity of the island. The day was clear and hot, and I saw the island, not smiling with beauty, but staring with naked hideousness. The lava streams are covered with hummocks, and are rugged to a degree which, geologically speaking, is not of easy explanation. The intervening spaces are concealed with layers of pumice, ashes and volcanic tuff. Whilst passing this end of the island at sea, I could not imagine what the white patches were with which the whole plain was mottled; I now found that they were seafowl, sleeping in such full confidence, that even in midday a man could walk up and seize hold of them. These birds were the only living creatures I saw during the whole day. On the beach a great surf, although the breeze was light, came tumbling over the broken lava rocks.
One of my trips took me toward the southwestern tip of the island. The day was clear and hot, and I saw the island, not smiling with beauty, but glaring with raw ugliness. The lava flows are covered with mounds and are rugged to a degree that’s hard to explain geologically. The spaces in between are hidden under layers of pumice, ash, and volcanic tuff. As I passed this end of the island by sea, I couldn’t figure out what the white patches were that dotted the entire plain; I later found out they were seabirds, sleeping so trustingly that even at midday, a person could walk up and grab them. These birds were the only living creatures I saw all day. On the beach, there was a big surf, even though the breeze was light, crashing over the broken lava rocks.
The geology of this island is in many respects interesting. In several places I noticed volcanic bombs, that is, masses of lava which have been shot through the air whilst fluid, and have consequently assumed a spherical or pear-shape. Not only their external form, but, in several cases, their internal structure shows in a very curious manner that they have revolved in their aerial course. The internal structure of one of these bombs, when broken, is represented very accurately in the woodcut. The central part is coarsely cellular, the cells decreasing in size towards the exterior; where there is a shell-like case about the third of an inch in thickness, of compact stone, which again is overlaid by the outside crust of finely cellular lava. I think there can be little doubt, first that the external crust cooled rapidly in the state in which we now see it; secondly, that the still fluid lava within, was packed by the centrifugal force, generated by the revolving of the bomb, against the external cooled crust, and so produced the solid shell of stone; and lastly, that the centrifugal force, by relieving the pressure in the more central parts of the bomb, allowed the heated vapours to expand their cells, thus forming the coarse cellular mass of the centre.
The geology of this island is quite fascinating in many ways. In several places, I noticed volcanic bombs, which are blobs of lava that were thrown into the air while still molten, giving them a spherical or pear-like shape. Not only their outer shape but also, in some cases, their internal structure shows in a very interesting way that they spun during their flight. The internal structure of one of these bombs, when broken, is shown very accurately in the illustration. The center is coarsely cellular, with the cells getting smaller toward the outside, where there is a shell-like casing about a third of an inch thick, made of compact stone, which is then covered by an outer layer of finely cellular lava. I believe there is little doubt that, first, the outer crust cooled quickly in the state we see it now; second, that the still-molten lava inside was pushed by the centrifugal force generated by the bomb's spinning against the outer cooled crust, creating the solid shell of stone; and finally, that this centrifugal force, by relieving the pressure in the more central parts of the bomb, allowed the heated vapors to expand their cells, forming the coarse cellular mass in the center.

A hill, formed of the older series of volcanic rocks, and which has been incorrectly considered as the crater of a volcano, is remarkable from its broad, slightly hollowed, and circular summit having been filled up with many successive layers of ashes and fine scoriae. These saucer-shaped layers crop out on the margin, forming perfect rings of many different colours, giving to the summit a most fantastic appearance; one of these rings is white and broad, and resembles a course round which horses have been exercised; hence the hill has been called the Devil's Riding School. I brought away specimens of one of the tufaceous layers of a pinkish colour and it is a most extraordinary fact, that Professor Ehrenberg 215 finds it almost wholly composed of matter which has been organized: he detects in it some siliceous-shielded fresh-water infusoria, and no less than twenty-five different kinds of the siliceous tissue of plants, chiefly of grasses. From the absence of all carbonaceous matter, Professor Ehrenberg believes that these organic bodies have passed through the volcanic fire, and have been erupted in the state in which we now see them. The appearance of the layers induced me to believe that they had been deposited under water, though from the extreme dryness of the climate I was forced to imagine, that torrents of rain had probably fallen during some great eruption, and that thus a temporary lake had been formed into which the ashes fell. But it may now be suspected that the lake was not a temporary one. Anyhow, we may feel sure, that at some former epoch the climate and productions of Ascension were very different from what they now are. Where on the face of the earth can we find a spot, on which close investigation will not discover signs of that endless cycle of change, to which this earth has been, is, and will be subjected?
A hill made up of older volcanic rocks, which has been mistakenly thought to be the crater of a volcano, stands out because of its wide, slightly bowl-shaped, circular top that has been filled with many layers of ash and fine scoria over time. These saucer-shaped layers are visible at the edges, forming perfect rings in various colors, giving the top a striking look; one of these rings is white and wide, resembling a track used for horse training, leading to the hill being called the Devil's Riding School. I collected samples from one of the pinkish tufaceous layers, and it's quite remarkable that Professor Ehrenberg 215 finds it almost entirely made up of organized matter: he identifies some siliceous-shielded freshwater microorganisms and at least twenty-five different types of siliceous plant tissues, mostly from grasses. Since there is no carbonaceous material present, Professor Ehrenberg believes these organic remains went through volcanic fire and were ejected in the form we see now. The look of the layers led me to think they were laid down in water, though due to the extremely dry climate, I had to consider that there may have been heavy rains during a major eruption that created a temporary lake into which the ashes fell. However, it may now be suspected that the lake was not temporary. In any case, we can be certain that at some point in the past, the climate and life on Ascension were very different from what they are today. Where on Earth can we find a location that doesn’t show signs of the ongoing cycle of change that this planet has experienced, is experiencing, and will continue to experience?
On leaving Ascension, we sailed for Bahia, on the coast of Brazil, in order to complete the chronometrical measurement of the world. We arrived there on August 1st, and stayed four days, during which I took several long walks. I was glad to find my enjoyment in tropical scenery had not decreased from the want of novelty, even in the slightest degree. The elements of the scenery are so simple, that they are worth mentioning, as a proof on what trifling circumstances exquisite natural beauty depends.
Upon leaving Ascension, we set sail for Bahia, on the coast of Brazil, to finish the chronometric measurement of the world. We arrived on August 1st and stayed for four days, during which I went on several long walks. I was happy to discover that my enjoyment of tropical scenery hadn't diminished in the slightest due to the lack of novelty. The elements of the scenery are so simple that they are worth mentioning as evidence of how delicate circumstances can influence exquisite natural beauty.
The country may be described as a level plain of about three hundred feet in elevation, which in all parts has been worn into flat-bottomed valleys. This structure is remarkable in a granitic land, but is nearly universal in all those softer formations of which plains are usually composed. The whole surface is covered by various kinds of stately trees, interspersed with patches of cultivated ground, out of which houses, convents, and chapels arise. It must be remembered that within the tropics, the wild luxuriance of nature is not lost even in the vicinity of large cities: for the natural vegetation of the hedges and hill-sides overpowers in picturesque effect the artificial labour of man. Hence, there are only a few spots where the bright red soil affords a strong contrast with the universal clothing of green. From the edges of the plain there are distant views either of the ocean, or of the great Bay with its low-wooded shores, and on which numerous boats and canoes show their white sails. Excepting from these points, the scene is extremely limited; following the level pathways, on each hand, only glimpses into the wooded valleys below can be obtained. The houses I may add, and especially the sacred edifices, are built in a peculiar and rather fantastic style of architecture. They are all whitewashed; so that when illumined by the brilliant sun of midday, and as seen against the pale blue sky of the horizon, they stand out more like shadows than real buildings.
The country can be described as a flat plain about three hundred feet above sea level, which has been eroded into gently sloping valleys. This feature is unusual in a granite region but is common in the softer formations typically found in plains. The entire area is covered with various types of majestic trees, mixed with patches of farmland where houses, convents, and chapels emerge. It's important to note that within the tropics, the lushness of nature remains vibrant even near large cities; the natural vegetation of the hedges and hills often overshadows the artificial efforts of people in terms of beauty. As a result, there are only a few areas where the stark red soil stands out against the sea of green. From the edges of the plain, you can see distant views of the ocean or the vast bay with its low wooded shores, dotted with boats and canoes displaying their white sails. Apart from these viewpoints, the landscape is quite limited; along the flat paths, you can only catch glimpses of the wooded valleys below. I should also mention that the houses, especially the sacred buildings, are designed in a unique and somewhat whimsical architectural style. They're all whitewashed, so when lit by the bright midday sun and set against the pale blue sky on the horizon, they appear more like shadows than actual structures.
Such are the elements of the scenery, but it is a hopeless attempt to paint the general effect. Learned naturalists describe these scenes of the tropics by naming a multitude of objects, and mentioning some characteristic feature of each. To a learned traveller this possibly may communicate some definite ideas: but who else from seeing a plant in an herbarium can imagine its appearance when growing in its native soil? Who from seeing choice plants in a hothouse, can magnify some into the dimensions of forest trees, and crowd others into an entangled jungle? Who when examining in the cabinet of the entomologist the gay exotic butterflies, and singular cicadas, will associate with these lifeless objects, the ceaseless harsh music of the latter, and the lazy flight of the former,—the sure accompaniments of the still, glowing noon-day of the tropics? It is when the sun has attained its greatest height, that such scenes should be viewed: then the dense splendid foliage of the mango hides the ground with its darkest shade, whilst the upper branches are rendered from the profusion of light of the most brilliant green. In the temperate zones the case is different—the vegetation there is not so dark or so rich, and hence the rays of the declining sun, tinged of a red, purple, or bright yellow color, add most to the beauties of those climes.
Such are the elements of the scenery, but it's a futile effort to capture the overall effect. Knowledgeable naturalists describe these tropical scenes by listing numerous objects and highlighting a unique feature of each. This might convey some clear ideas to an experienced traveler, but who can truly imagine how a plant looks growing in its natural environment just by seeing it in an herbarium? Who, after viewing select plants in a greenhouse, can envision some as towering forest trees while picturing others tangled in a dense jungle? Who, while looking at exotic butterflies and unique cicadas in an entomologist's collection, can connect these lifeless specimens with the constant harsh sound of the latter and the lazy flight of the former—the unmistakable sounds of a hot midday in the tropics? These scenes should be seen when the sun is at its highest: at this time, the lush, splendid foliage of the mango tree casts the ground in deep shade, while the upper branches glow with an incredibly bright green from the abundance of light. In contrast, the situation is different in temperate zones—there, the vegetation is neither as dark nor as rich, so the rays of the setting sun, tinged with red, purple, or bright yellow, enhance the beauty of those regions.
When quietly walking along the shady pathways, and admiring each successive view, I wished to find language to express my ideas. Epithet after epithet was found too weak to convey to those who have not visited the intertropical regions, the sensation of delight which the mind experiences. I have said that the plants in a hothouse fail to communicate a just idea of the vegetation, yet I must recur to it. The land is one great wild, untidy, luxuriant hothouse, made by Nature for herself, but taken possession of by man, who has studded it with gay houses and formal gardens. How great would be the desire in every admirer of nature to behold, if such were possible, the scenery of another planet! yet to every person in Europe, it may be truly said, that at the distance of only a few degrees from his native soil, the glories of another world are opened to him. In my last walk I stopped again and again to gaze on these beauties, and endeavoured to fix in my mind for ever, an impression which at the time I knew sooner or later must fail. The form of the orange-tree, the cocoa-nut, the palm, the mango, the tree-fern, the banana, will remain clear and separate; but the thousand beauties which unite these into one perfect scene must fade away: yet they will leave, like a tale heard in childhood, a picture full of indistinct, but most beautiful figures.
As I strolled quietly along the shaded paths, taking in each successive view, I wished I could find the right words to express my thoughts. Every word I came up with felt too weak to convey the joy one feels when experiencing the intertropical regions. I’ve mentioned that plants in greenhouses don’t truly represent the kind of vegetation one finds there, but I’ll refer back to it. The land is like a massive, untamed, lush greenhouse created by Nature herself but claimed by humans, who have dotted it with colorful houses and manicured gardens. Every nature lover would yearn to see the scenery of another planet if they could, yet it’s true that just a few degrees away from their homeland, the wonders of another world are open to them. During my last walk, I stopped repeatedly to admire these beauties, trying to lock in my mind forever an image that I knew would inevitably fade. The shapes of the orange tree, coconut palm, mango, tree fern, and banana will stay clear and distinct; however, the thousands of beauties that merge them into one perfect scene will slip away, leaving behind, like a story heard in childhood, a vision filled with fuzzy yet incredibly beautiful figures.
August 6th.—In the afternoon we stood out to sea, with the intention of making a direct course to the Cape de Verd Islands. Unfavourable winds, however, delayed us, and on the 12th we ran into Pernambuco,—a large city on the coast of Brazil, in latitude 8 degs. south. We anchored outside the reef; but in a short time a pilot came on board and took us into the inner harbour, where we lay close to the town.
August 6th.—In the afternoon, we set out to sea, planning to head directly for the Cape Verde Islands. However, unfavorable winds held us back, and on the 12th we arrived in Pernambuco—a large city on the coast of Brazil, situated at 8 degrees south latitude. We anchored outside the reef, but soon a pilot came on board and guided us into the inner harbor, where we were positioned close to the town.
Pernambuco is built on some narrow and low sand-banks, which are separated from each other by shoal channels of salt water. The three parts of the town are connected together by two long bridges built on wooden piles. The town is in all parts disgusting, the streets being narrow, ill-paved, and filthy; the houses, tall and gloomy. The season of heavy rains had hardly come to an end, and hence the surrounding country, which is scarcely raised above the level of the sea, was flooded with water; and I failed in all my attempts to take walks.
Pernambuco is built on narrow, low sandbanks, separated by shallow saltwater channels. The town consists of three main areas connected by two long bridges made of wooden piles. Overall, the town is unpleasant, with narrow, poorly paved, and dirty streets; the houses are tall and dreary. The heavy rain season had just ended, so the surrounding land, which is barely above sea level, was flooded, and I couldn’t manage to go for any walks.
The flat swampy land on which Pernambuco stands is surrounded, at the distance of a few miles, by a semicircle of low hills, or rather by the edge of a country elevated perhaps two hundred feet above the sea. The old city of Olinda stands on one extremity of this range. One day I took a canoe, and proceeded up one of the channels to visit it; I found the old town from its situation both sweeter and cleaner than that of Pernambuco. I must here commemorate what happened for the first time during our nearly five years' wandering, namely, having met with a want of politeness. I was refused in a sullen manner at two different houses, and obtained with difficulty from a third, permission to pass through their gardens to an uncultivated hill, for the purpose of viewing the country. I feel glad that this happened in the land of the Brazilians, for I bear them no good will—a land also of slavery, and therefore of moral debasement. A Spaniard would have felt ashamed at the very thought of refusing such a request, or of behaving to a stranger with rudeness. The channel by which we went to and returned from Olinda, was bordered on each side by mangroves, which sprang like a miniature forest out of the greasy mud-banks. The bright green colour of these bushes always reminded me of the rank grass in a church-yard: both are nourished by putrid exhalations; the one speaks of death past, and the other too often of death to come.
The flat, swampy land where Pernambuco is located is surrounded, a few miles away, by a semicircle of low hills, or rather, by the edge of land that rises about two hundred feet above sea level. The old city of Olinda sits at one end of this range. One day I took a canoe and traveled up one of the channels to visit it; I found the old town to be both more pleasant and cleaner than Pernambuco. I must mention that, for the first time in nearly five years of wandering, I experienced a lack of politeness. I was met with a sullen refusal at two different houses, and at a third, I barely got permission to walk through their gardens to an uncultivated hill to take in the view of the area. I'm actually glad this happened in Brazil, as I have no good feelings toward the place—a country also marked by slavery, and thus moral degradation. A Spaniard would have felt ashamed at the mere thought of denying such a request or being rude to a stranger. The channel we took to go to and come back from Olinda was lined on both sides with mangroves, which grew like a miniature forest out of the muddy banks. The bright green color of these bushes always reminded me of the thick grass in a graveyard: both are fed by decaying smells; one signifies death that has already occurred, and the other too often hints at death that is yet to come.
The most curious object which I saw in this neighbourhood, was the reef that forms the harbour. I doubt whether in the whole world any other natural structure has so artificial an appearance. 216 It runs for a length of several miles in an absolutely straight line, parallel to, and not far distant from, the shore. It varies in width from thirty to sixty yards, and its surface is level and smooth; it is composed of obscurely stratified hard sandstone. At high water the waves break over it; at low water its summit is left dry, and it might then be mistaken for a breakwater erected by Cyclopean workmen. On this coast the currents of the sea tend to throw up in front of the land, long spits and bars of loose sand, and on one of these, part of the town of Pernambuco stands. In former times a long spit of this nature seems to have become consolidated by the percolation of calcareous matter, and afterwards to have been gradually upheaved; the outer and loose parts during this process having been worn away by the action of the sea, and the solid nucleus left as we now see it. Although night and day the waves of the open Atlantic, turbid with sediment, are driven against the steep outside edges of this wall of stone, yet the oldest pilots know of no tradition of any change in its appearance. This durability is much the most curious fact in its history: it is due to a tough layer, a few inches thick, of calcareous matter, wholly formed by the successive growth and death of the small shells of Serpulae, together with some few barnacles and nulliporae. These nulliporae, which are hard, very simply-organized sea-plants, play an analogous and important part in protecting the upper surfaces of coral-reefs, behind and within the breakers, where the true corals, during the outward growth of the mass, become killed by exposure to the sun and air. These insignificant organic beings, especially the Serpulae, have done good service to the people of Pernambuco; for without their protective aid the bar of sandstone would inevitably have been long ago worn away and without the bar, there would have been no harbour.
The most interesting object I saw in this area was the reef that creates the harbor. I doubt that any other natural formation in the entire world looks so artificial. 216 It stretches for several miles in a perfectly straight line, running parallel to and not far from the shore. Its width varies from thirty to sixty yards, and its surface is flat and smooth; it's made of hard sandstone that is vaguely layered. When the tide is high, waves crash over it; at low tide, its top is exposed, and it could easily be mistaken for a breakwater built by giant workers. On this coast, the currents bring up long stretches and bars of loose sand in front of the land, and part of the town of Pernambuco is built on one of these. In the past, a long sand spit like this seems to have compacted due to the filtering of calcareous material, and then it was gradually pushed up; during this process, the outer, loose parts were worn away by the sea, leaving the solid core as we see it now. Even though the waves of the open Atlantic, muddy with sediment, constantly crash against the steep outer edges of this stone wall, the oldest pilots have no record of any changes in its appearance. This durability is the most fascinating aspect of its history: it’s due to a tough layer, just a few inches thick, of calcareous material formed entirely by the repeated growth and death of tiny shells from Serpulae, along with a few barnacles and nulliporae. These nulliporae, which are hard, simply structured sea plants, play a crucial role in protecting the upper parts of coral reefs, behind and within the breaking waves, where true corals die from exposure to sun and air during their outward growth. These small organisms, especially the Serpulae, have greatly benefited the people of Pernambuco; without their protective help, the sandstone bar would have likely eroded away long ago, and without the bar, there would be no harbor.
On the 19th of August we finally left the shores of Brazil. I thank God, I shall never again visit a slave-country. To this day, if I hear a distant scream, it recalls with painful vividness my feelings, when passing a house near Pernambuco, I heard the most pitiable moans, and could not but suspect that some poor slave was being tortured, yet knew that I was as powerless as a child even to remonstrate. I suspected that these moans were from a tortured slave, for I was told that this was the case in another instance. Near Rio de Janeiro I lived opposite to an old lady, who kept screws to crush the fingers of her female slaves. I have stayed in a house where a young household mulatto, daily and hourly, was reviled, beaten, and persecuted enough to break the spirit of the lowest animal. I have seen a little boy, six or seven years old, struck thrice with a horse-whip (before I could interfere) on his naked head, for having handed me a glass of water not quite clean; I saw his father tremble at a mere glance from his master's eye. These latter cruelties were witnessed by me in a Spanish colony, in which it has always been said, that slaves are better treated than by the Portuguese, English, or other European nations. I have seen at Rio de Janeiro a powerful negro afraid to ward off a blow directed, as he thought, at his face. I was present when a kind-hearted man was on the point of separating forever the men, women, and little children of a large number of families who had long lived together. I will not even allude to the many heart-sickening atrocities which I authentically heard of;—nor would I have mentioned the above revolting details, had I not met with several people, so blinded by the constitutional gaiety of the negro as to speak of slavery as a tolerable evil. Such people have generally visited at the houses of the upper classes, where the domestic slaves are usually well treated, and they have not, like myself, lived amongst the lower classes. Such inquirers will ask slaves about their condition; they forget that the slave must indeed be dull, who does not calculate on the chance of his answer reaching his master's ears.
On August 19th, we finally left Brazil's shores. Thank God, I will never visit a country that allows slavery again. Even now, if I hear a distant scream, it painfully reminds me of when I passed a house near Pernambuco and heard the most heartbreaking moans, making me suspect that a poor slave was being tortured, yet I felt as helpless as a child to protest. I believed those moans came from a tortured slave because I had heard of a similar situation before. Near Rio de Janeiro, I lived across from an old woman who used screws to crush the fingers of her female slaves. I stayed in a house where a young mulatto was insulted, beaten, and tormented daily enough to break the spirit of even the most downtrodden creature. I once saw a little boy, six or seven years old, struck three times with a horse-whip (before I could step in) on his bare head for giving me a glass of water that wasn't quite clean. I watched his father tremble at just a glance from his master. These cruel acts occurred in a Spanish colony, which people often claim treats slaves better than the Portuguese, English, or other European nations. In Rio de Janeiro, I saw a strong black man too afraid to defend himself from a blow aimed at his face. I witnessed a kind-hearted man nearly separating men, women, and little children from families who had lived together for a long time. I won’t even mention the many heartbreaking atrocities I heard about; I only bring up these horrifying details because I've met several people so blinded by the apparent cheerfulness of black individuals that they refer to slavery as a tolerable evil. These people often visit the homes of the upper class, where domestic slaves are generally treated well, and they haven't, like me, lived among the lower classes. Such inquirers ask slaves about their conditions, forgetting that a slave must be quite dull not to understand the risk of their answer reaching their master’s ears.
It is argued that self-interest will prevent excessive cruelty; as if self-interest protected our domestic animals, which are far less likely than degraded slaves, to stir up the rage of their savage masters. It is an argument long since protested against with noble feeling, and strikingly exemplified, by the ever-illustrious Humboldt. It is often attempted to palliate slavery by comparing the state of slaves with our poorer countrymen: if the misery of our poor be caused not by the laws of nature, but by our institutions, great is our sin; but how this bears on slavery, I cannot see; as well might the use of the thumb-screw be defended in one land, by showing that men in another land suffered from some dreadful disease. Those who look tenderly at the slave owner, and with a cold heart at the slave, never seem to put themselves into the position of the latter; what a cheerless prospect, with not even a hope of change! picture to yourself the chance, ever hanging over you, of your wife and your little children—those objects which nature urges even the slave to call his own—being torn from you and sold like beasts to the first bidder! And these deeds are done and palliated by men, who profess to love their neighbours as themselves, who believe in God, and pray that his Will be done on earth! It makes one's blood boil, yet heart tremble, to think that we Englishmen and our American descendants, with their boastful cry of liberty, have been and are so guilty: but it is a consolation to reflect, that we at least have made a greater sacrifice, than ever made by any nation, to expiate our sin.
It’s argued that self-interest will keep excessive cruelty in check; as if self-interest really cares for our domestic animals, which are much less likely than degraded slaves to provoke the anger of their brutal owners. This is a point that has long been passionately opposed, notably by the ever-illustrious Humboldt. People often try to defend slavery by comparing the state of slaves to that of our poorer citizens: if the suffering of our poor is caused not by the laws of nature, but by our systems, we have a serious problem; but I don’t see how this relates to slavery. It would be just as absurd to justify using a thumbscrew in one place by showing that people in another area suffer from some horrifying disease. Those who look sympathetically at the slave owner but coldly at the slave never seem to put themselves in the slave’s shoes; just imagine the bleak outlook, with no hope for change! Picture the constant fear of your wife and young children—those who nature urges even the slave to claim as his own—being ripped away from you and sold like livestock to the highest bidder! And these atrocities are carried out and excused by people who claim to love their neighbors as themselves, who believe in God, and pray for His Will to be done on earth! It makes your blood boil, yet your heart tremble, to realize that we English and our American descendants, with our loud claims of liberty, have been and continue to be so culpable. But it's comforting to think that we at least have made a greater sacrifice than any nation ever has to atone for our sin.
On the last day of August we anchored for the second time at Porto Praya in the Cape de Verd archipelago; thence we proceeded to the Azores, where we stayed six days. On the 2nd of October we made the shore, of England; and at Falmouth I left the Beagle, having lived on board the good little vessel nearly five years.
On the last day of August, we anchored for the second time at Porto Praya in the Cape Verde archipelago. From there, we headed to the Azores, where we spent six days. On October 2nd, we reached the shores of England, and in Falmouth, I left the Beagle after spending almost five years on board the good little vessel.
Our Voyage having come to an end, I will take a short retrospect of the advantages and disadvantages, the pains and pleasures, of our circumnavigation of the world. If a person asked my advice, before undertaking a long voyage, my answer would depend upon his possessing a decided taste for some branch of knowledge, which could by this means be advanced. No doubt it is a high satisfaction to behold various countries and the many races of mankind, but the pleasures gained at the time do not counterbalance the evils. It is necessary to look forward to a harvest, however distant that may be, when some fruit will be reaped, some good effected.
Our journey has come to an end, and I want to take a moment to reflect on the pros and cons, the joys and hardships, of our trip around the world. If someone asked for my advice before taking a long voyage, my response would depend on whether they have a strong interest in a specific field of knowledge that they could explore through this experience. Sure, it’s incredibly satisfying to see different countries and the diverse people who inhabit them, but the enjoyment experienced during the trip doesn’t outweigh the downsides. It’s important to look ahead to a future reward, no matter how far off it may be, when some benefit will be realized and some good achieved.
Many of the losses which must be experienced are obvious; such as that of the society of every old friend, and of the sight of those places with which every dearest remembrance is so intimately connected. These losses, however, are at the time partly relieved by the exhaustless delight of anticipating the long wished-for day of return. If, as poets say, life is a dream, I am sure in a voyage these are the visions which best serve to pass away the long night. Other losses, although not at first felt, tell heavily after a period: these are the want of room, of seclusion, of rest; the jading feeling of constant hurry; the privation of small luxuries, the loss of domestic society and even of music and the other pleasures of imagination. When such trifles are mentioned, it is evident that the real grievances, excepting from accidents, of a sea-life are at an end. The short space of sixty years has made an astonishing difference in the facility of distant navigation. Even in the time of Cook, a man who left his fireside for such expeditions underwent severe privations. A yacht now, with every luxury of life, can circumnavigate the globe. Besides the vast improvements in ships and naval resources, the whole western shores of America are thrown open, and Australia has become the capital of a rising continent. How different are the circumstances to a man shipwrecked at the present day in the Pacific, to what they were in the time of Cook! Since his voyage a hemisphere has been added to the civilized world.
Many of the losses you go through are pretty clear, like losing the company of old friends and not being able to see the places tied to your fondest memories. However, these losses are somewhat eased by the endless joy of looking forward to the long-awaited day of returning. If, as poets say, life is a dream, then on a journey, these are the visions that help pass the long nights. Other losses, while not immediately felt, weigh heavily after a while: the lack of space, privacy, and rest; the tiring sense of constant rush; missing out on little luxuries; the absence of home life, and even missing music and other imaginative pleasures. When we talk about these small things, it's clear that the main complaints of a life at sea, aside from accidents, are over. In just sixty years, there has been a remarkable change in the ease of long-distance travel. Even in Cook’s time, anyone leaving home for such journeys faced serious hardships. Now, a yacht equipped with all the comforts of life can sail around the world. Along with the huge advancements in ships and naval resources, the entire western coastline of America is now accessible, and Australia has become the hub of a growing continent. The situation for someone shipwrecked in the Pacific today is so different compared to Cook's time! Since his voyage, a whole hemisphere has been added to the civilized world.
If a person suffer much from sea-sickness, let him weigh it heavily in the balance. I speak from experience: it is no trifling evil, cured in a week. If, on the other hand, he take pleasure in naval tactics, he will assuredly have full scope for his taste. But it must be borne in mind, how large a proportion of the time, during a long voyage, is spent on the water, as compared with the days in harbour. And what are the boasted glories of the illimitable ocean. A tedious waste, a desert of water, as the Arabian calls it. No doubt there are some delightful scenes. A moonlight night, with the clear heavens and the dark glittering sea, and the white sails filled by the soft air of a gently blowing trade-wind, a dead calm, with the heaving surface polished like a mirror, and all still except the occasional flapping of the canvas. It is well once to behold a squall with its rising arch and coming fury, or the heavy gale of wind and mountainous waves. I confess, however, my imagination had painted something more grand, more terrific in the full-grown storm. It is an incomparably finer spectacle when beheld on shore, where the waving trees, the wild flight of the birds, the dark shadows and bright lights, the rushing of the torrents all proclaim the strife of the unloosed elements. At sea the albatross and little petrel fly as if the storm were their proper sphere, the water rises and sinks as if fulfilling its usual task, the ship alone and its inhabitants seem the objects of wrath. On a forlorn and weather-beaten coast, the scene is indeed different, but the feelings partake more of horror than of wild delight.
If someone struggles a lot with seasickness, they should really think it through. I speak from experience: it’s not a minor inconvenience that goes away in a week. On the flip side, if they enjoy naval tactics, they'll definitely have plenty of that. But it's important to remember how much of a long voyage is spent at sea compared to the days in port. And what about the so-called glories of the endless ocean? It’s really just a vast wasteland, a water desert, as an Arab would say. Sure, there are some beautiful sights. A moonlit night with clear skies, a dark, glimmering sea, and white sails filled with the soft breeze of a gentle trade wind; a dead calm where the water is smooth like a mirror, and all you hear is the occasional flap of the sails. It's worthwhile to witness a squall with its rising arch and impending fury, or a strong gale with towering waves. However, I admit my imagination had envisioned something more grand and terrifying in a full-blown storm. It's an infinitely more impressive sight from the shore, where the swaying trees, the frantic flight of birds, the stark shadows and bright lights, and the rushing torrents all signal the chaos of unleashed nature. At sea, the albatross and little petrel seem to thrive in the storm, the water rises and falls as if it’s just doing its job, while the ship and its crew appear to be the sole targets of anger. On a desolate, battered coastline, the scene feels quite different, leaning more towards horror than wild excitement.
Let us now look at the brighter side of the past time. The pleasure derived from beholding the scenery and the general aspect of the various countries we have visited, has decidedly been the most constant and highest source of enjoyment. It is probable that the picturesque beauty of many parts of Europe exceeds anything which we beheld. But there is a growing pleasure in comparing the character of the scenery in different countries, which to a certain degree is distinct from merely admiring its beauty. It depends chiefly on an acquaintance with the individual parts of each view. I am strongly induced to believe that as in music, the person who understands every note will, if he also possesses a proper taste, more thoroughly enjoy the whole, so he who examines each part of a fine view, may also thoroughly comprehend the full and combined effect. Hence, a traveller should be a botanist, for in all views plants form the chief embellishment. Group masses of naked rock, even in the wildest forms, and they may for a time afford a sublime spectacle, but they will soon grow monotonous. Paint them with bright and varied colours, as in Northern Chile, they will become fantastic; clothe them with vegetation, they must form a decent, if not a beautiful picture.
Let’s now focus on the positive aspects of our past experiences. The joy we’ve gained from taking in the scenery and overall vibe of the various countries we've visited has been by far the most consistent and enjoyable part. It's likely that the stunning beauty of many regions in Europe surpasses anything we’ve seen before. However, there’s a growing satisfaction in comparing the characteristics of landscapes in different countries, which is somewhat different from just appreciating their beauty. This appreciation mainly comes from getting to know the individual elements of each view. I firmly believe that just like in music, a person who understands every note will enjoy the whole piece more if they have good taste, the same applies to someone who examines each part of a beautiful landscape; they can also fully grasp the overall effect. Therefore, a traveler should have some knowledge of botany, as plants are the main enhancement in all views. Just grouping masses of bare rock, even in their most dramatic forms, may provide a breathtaking sight for a while, but they will quickly feel dull. If you paint them with bright, varied colors like in Northern Chile, they’ll turn into something fantastical; if you cover them with vegetation, they will create a decent, if not beautiful, picture.
When I say that the scenery of parts of Europe is probably superior to anything which we beheld, I except, as a class by itself, that of the intertropical zones. The two classes cannot be compared together; but I have already often enlarged on the grandeur of those regions. As the force of impressions generally depends on preconceived ideas, I may add, that mine were taken from the vivid descriptions in the Personal Narrative of Humboldt, which far exceed in merit anything else which I have read. Yet with these high-wrought ideas, my feelings were far from partaking of a tinge of disappointment on my first and final landing on the shores of Brazil.
When I say that the scenery in parts of Europe is probably better than anything we saw, I should note that the scenery of the intertropical zones stands apart. The two cannot be compared; however, I have often talked about the grandeur of those regions. Since the impact of impressions usually depends on our preconceived ideas, I should mention that mine were influenced by the vivid descriptions in the Personal Narrative of Humboldt, which far surpass anything else I've read. Despite these elevated expectations, I was not at all disappointed when I first and last arrived on the shores of Brazil.
Among the scenes which are deeply impressed on my mind, none exceed in sublimity the primeval forests undefaced by the hand of man; whether those of Brazil, where the powers of Life are predominant, or those of Tierra del Fuego, where Death and decay prevail. Both are temples filled with the varied productions of the God of Nature:—no one can stand in these solitudes unmoved, and not feel that there is more in man than the mere breath of his body. In calling up images of the past, I find that the plains of Patagonia frequently cross before my eyes; yet these plains are pronounced by all wretched and useless. They can be described only by negative characters; without habitations, without water, without trees, without mountains, they support merely a few dwarf plants. Why, then, and the case is not peculiar to myself, have these arid wastes taken so firm a hold on my memory? Why have not the still more level, the greener and more fertile Pampas, which are serviceable to mankind, produced an equal impression? I can scarcely analyze these feelings: but it must be partly owing to the free scope given to the imagination. The plains of Patagonia are boundless, for they are scarcely passable, and hence unknown: they bear the stamp of having lasted, as they are now, for ages, and there appears no limit to their duration through future time. If, as the ancients supposed, the flat earth was surrounded by an impassable breadth of water, or by deserts heated to an intolerable excess, who would not look at these last boundaries to man's knowledge with deep but ill-defined sensations?
Among the scenes that are deeply etched in my memory, none are more awe-inspiring than the untouched primeval forests; whether they are in Brazil, where life thrives, or in Tierra del Fuego, where death and decay reign. Both are sacred spaces filled with the diverse creations of Nature's God: no one can stand in these remote areas unmoved and not feel that there is more to humanity than just the breath in our bodies. As I recall images from the past, I often picture the plains of Patagonia, even though everyone describes these plains as bleak and unproductive. They can only be described in terms of what they're lacking: no homes, no water, no trees, no mountains, just a few scraggly plants. So why have these barren lands made such a lasting impression on my memory? Why haven't the flatter, greener, and more fertile Pampas, which are useful to people, left an equal impact? I can hardly break down these feelings, but it must partly be due to the freedom it gives to my imagination. The plains of Patagonia feel endless, barely traversable, and therefore largely unexplored: they seem to have existed just as they are for ages, and there doesn't seem to be any limit to how long they will last in the future. If, as the ancients believed, the flat earth was surrounded by an impassable expanse of water or by deserts scorched to unbearable temperatures, who wouldn't gaze upon these last frontiers of human knowledge with profound yet vague emotions?
Lastly, of natural scenery, the views from lofty mountains, through certainly in one sense not beautiful, are very memorable. When looking down from the highest crest of the Cordillera, the mind, undisturbed by minute details, was filled with the stupendous dimensions of the surrounding masses.
Lastly, when it comes to natural scenery, the views from high mountains, while not beautiful in the traditional sense, are truly unforgettable. Gazing down from the highest peak of the Cordillera, free from small details, the mind was overwhelmed by the immense scale of the surrounding landscapes.
Of individual objects, perhaps nothing is more certain to create astonishment than the first sight in his native haunt of a barbarian—of man in his lowest and most savage state. One's mind hurries back over past centuries, and then asks, could our progenitors have been men like these?—men, whose very signs and expressions are less intelligible to us than those of the domesticated animals; men, who do not possess the instinct of those animals, nor yet appear to boast of human reason, or at least of arts consequent on that reason. I do not believe it is possible to describe or paint the difference between savage and civilized man. It is the difference between a wild and tame animal: and part of the interest in beholding a savage, is the same which would lead every one to desire to see the lion in his desert, the tiger tearing his prey in the jungle, or the rhinoceros wandering over the wild plains of Africa.
Of individual objects, nothing is more likely to spark astonishment than the first encounter with a barbarian in their natural habitat—seeing a person in their most primitive and savage form. One's thoughts race back through centuries, asking, could our ancestors really have been like this?—individuals whose gestures and expressions are less understandable to us than those of domesticated animals; individuals who lack the instincts of those animals and seem to have neither human reason nor the skills that come with it. I don’t think it’s possible to fully describe or illustrate the difference between savage and civilized humans. It’s the same as the difference between a wild and a tame animal: part of the fascination in witnessing a savage is similar to the desire to see a lion in the wild, a tiger hunting its prey in the jungle, or a rhinoceros roaming the untamed plains of Africa.
Among the other most remarkable spectacles which we have beheld, may be ranked, the Southern Cross, the cloud of Magellan, and the other constellations of the southern hemisphere—the water-spout—the glacier leading its blue stream of ice, overhanging the sea in a bold precipice—a lagoon-island raised by the reef-building corals—an active volcano—and the overwhelming effects of a violent earthquake. These latter phenomena, perhaps, possess for me a peculiar interest, from their intimate connection with the geological structure of the world. The earthquake, however, must be to every one a most impressive event: the earth, considered from our earliest childhood as the type of solidity, has oscillated like a thin crust beneath our feet; and in seeing the laboured works of man in a moment overthrown, we feel the insignificance of his boasted power.
Among the other most remarkable sights we've seen, we can include the Southern Cross, the Magellanic Clouds, and the other constellations of the southern hemisphere—the waterspout—the glacier flowing with its blue stream of ice, towering above the sea on a sheer cliff—a lagoon island formed by coral reefs—an active volcano—and the overwhelming effects of a severe earthquake. These latter events hold a special interest for me because of their close connection to the Earth's geological structure. The earthquake, in particular, is an incredibly striking event for everyone: the earth, which we’ve always known since childhood as the epitome of solidity, shakes like a fragile crust beneath our feet; and witnessing the hard work of humans being instantly toppled makes us realize the futility of our claimed strength.
It has been said, that the love of the chase is an inherent delight in man—a relic of an instinctive passion. If so, I am sure the pleasure of living in the open air, with the sky for a roof and the ground for a table, is part of the same feeling, it is the savage returning to his wild and native habits. I always look back to our boat cruises, and my land journeys, when through unfrequented countries, with an extreme delight, which no scenes of civilization could have created. I do not doubt that every traveller must remember the glowing sense of happiness which he experienced, when he first breathed in a foreign clime, where the civilized man had seldom or never trod.
It’s been said that the love of the chase is a natural joy in humans—a leftover from an instinctive passion. If that’s true, I’m convinced that the joy of living outdoors, with the sky as our ceiling and the ground as our table, is part of the same feeling; it’s like the wild man returning to his natural ways. I always think back to our boat trips and my land journeys through remote areas with a deep sense of pleasure that no urban experience could match. I’m sure every traveler remembers the incredible happiness they felt when they first stepped into a foreign land, where few, if any, civilized people had ever been.
There are several other sources of enjoyment in a long voyage, which are of a more reasonable nature. The map of the world ceases to be a blank; it becomes a picture full of the most varied and animated figures. Each part assumes its proper dimensions: continents are not looked at in the light of islands, or islands considered as mere specks, which are, in truth, larger than many kingdoms of Europe. Africa, or North and South America, are well-sounding names, and easily pronounced; but it is not until having sailed for weeks along small portions of their shores, that one is thoroughly convinced what vast spaces on our immense world these names imply.
There are several other sources of enjoyment on a long journey that are more reasonable. The map of the world stops being blank; it becomes a lively picture filled with colorful and diverse features. Each area takes on its true size: continents aren’t seen as if they were just islands, nor are islands reduced to tiny dots that are actually larger than many European countries. Africa, or North and South America, are names that sound good and are easy to say; but it’s only after sailing for weeks along small sections of their coastlines that you really understand how vast these areas are in our enormous world.
From seeing the present state, it is impossible not to look forward with high expectations to the future progress of nearly an entire hemisphere. The march of improvement, consequent on the introduction of Christianity throughout the South Sea, probably stands by itself in the records of history. It is the more striking when we remember that only sixty years since, Cook, whose excellent judgment none will dispute, could foresee no prospect of a change. Yet these changes have now been effected by the philanthropic spirit of the British nation.
From the current situation, it's hard not to look ahead with great hope for the future development of nearly an entire hemisphere. The advancement brought about by the spread of Christianity throughout the South Sea is likely unmatched in the history books. This becomes even more remarkable when we recall that only sixty years ago, Cook, whose good judgment nobody can challenge, saw no chance for any change. Yet, these changes have now come about through the charitable spirit of the British nation.
In the same quarter of the globe Australia is rising, or indeed may be said to have risen, into a grand centre of civilization, which, at some not very remote period, will rule as empress over the southern hemisphere. It is impossible for an Englishman to behold these distant colonies, without a high pride and satisfaction. To hoist the British flag, seems to draw with it as a certain consequence, wealth, prosperity, and civilization.
In the same part of the world, Australia is emerging, or can be said to have emerged, as a major center of civilization that, in the not-so-distant future, will dominate as the queen of the southern hemisphere. It's hard for a British person to look at these distant colonies without feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. Raising the British flag seems to inevitably bring wealth, prosperity, and civilization.
In conclusion, it appears to me that nothing can be more improving to a young naturalist, than a journey in distant countries. It both sharpens, and partly allays that want and craving, which, as Sir J. Herschel remarks, a man experiences although every corporeal sense be fully satisfied. The excitement from the novelty of objects, and the chance of success, stimulate him to increased activity. Moreover, as a number of isolated facts soon become uninteresting, the habit of comparison leads to generalization. On the other hand, as the traveller stays but a short time in each place, his descriptions must generally consist of mere sketches, instead of detailed observations. Hence arises, as I have found to my cost, a constant tendency to fill up the wide gaps of knowledge, by inaccurate and superficial hypotheses.
In conclusion, I believe that nothing benefits a young naturalist more than traveling to distant countries. It both sharpens and partially satisfies that desire, which, as Sir J. Herschel points out, a person feels even when all physical senses are fully engaged. The thrill of new experiences and the possibility of success motivate him to be more active. Additionally, since many isolated facts can quickly become dull, the habit of comparing them leads to generalizations. However, because the traveler spends only a short time in each location, his descriptions often consist of mere outlines rather than detailed observations. This results, as I've learned the hard way, in a constant tendency to fill in significant gaps in knowledge with inaccurate and superficial theories.
But I have too deeply enjoyed the voyage, not to recommend any naturalist, although he must not expect to be so fortunate in his companions as I have been, to take all chances, and to start, on travels by land if possible, if otherwise, on a long voyage. He may feel assured, he will meet with no difficulties or dangers, excepting in rare cases, nearly so bad as he beforehand anticipates. In a moral point of view, the effect ought to be, to teach him good-humoured patience, freedom from selfishness, the habit of acting for himself, and of making the best of every occurrence. In short, he ought to partake of the characteristic qualities of most sailors. Travelling ought also to teach him distrust; but at the same time he will discover, how many truly kind-hearted people there are, with whom he never before had, or ever again will have any further communication, who yet are ready to offer him the most disinterested assistance.
But I have enjoyed the journey too much not to recommend it to any naturalist, even though he shouldn't expect to be as lucky with his companions as I was. He should take all risks and start traveling by land if he can; if not, then on a long voyage. He can be assured that he will face no difficulties or dangers, except in rare cases, nearly as bad as he anticipates. Morally, the experience should teach him cheerful patience, a lack of selfishness, the ability to think for himself, and to make the best of every situation. In short, he should embody the typical qualities of most sailors. Traveling should also teach him to be cautious, but at the same time, he will discover how many truly kind-hearted people there are who, although he may never see them again, are still ready to offer him genuine help.
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10 (return)
[ I must take this
opportunity of returning my sincere thanks to Mr. Bynoe, the surgeon of
the Beagle, for his very kind attention to me when I was ill at
Valparaiso.]
10 (return)
[ I want to take this chance to sincerely thank Mr. Bynoe, the surgeon of the Beagle, for his incredibly kind care when I was sick in Valparaiso.]
11 (return)
[ I state this on the
authority of Dr. E. Dieffenbach, in his German translation of the first
edition of this Journal.]
11 (return)
[ I say this based on the authority of Dr. E. Dieffenbach, in his German translation of the first edition of this Journal.]
12 (return)
[ The Cape de Verd Islands
were discovered in 1449. There was a tombstone of a bishop with the date
of 1571; and a crest of a hand and dagger, dated 1497.]
12 (return)
[ The Cape Verde Islands were discovered in 1449. There was a tombstone of a bishop with the date of 1571, and a crest featuring a hand and dagger, dated 1497.]
13 (return)
[ I must take this
opportunity of acknowledging the great kindness with which this
illustrious naturalist has examined many of my specimens. I have sent
(June, 1845) a full account of the falling of this dust to the Geological
Society.]
13 (return)
[ I want to take this chance to thank this renowned naturalist for the kindness he has shown in examining many of my specimens. I sent a complete account of this dust falling to the Geological Society in June 1845.]
14 (return)
[ So named according to
Patrick Symes's nomenclature.]
14 (return)
[ Named after Patrick Symes's terminology.]
15 (return)
[ See Encyclop. of Anat.
and Physiol., article Cephalopoda]
15 (return)
[ See Encyclop. of Anat. and Physiol., article Cephalopoda]
16 (return)
[ Mr. Horner and Sir David
Brewster have described (Philosophical Transactions, 1836, p. 65) a
singular "artificial substance resembling shell." It is deposited in fine,
transparent, highly polished, brown-coloured laminae, possessing peculiar
optical properties, on the inside of a vessel, in which cloth, first
prepared with glue and then with lime, is made to revolve rapidly in
water. It is much softer, more transparent, and contains more animal
matter, than the natural incrustation at Ascension; but we here again see
the strong tendency which carbonate of lime and animal matter evince to
form a solid substance allied to shell.]
16 (return)
[ Mr. Horner and Sir David Brewster have described (Philosophical Transactions, 1836, p. 65) a unique "artificial substance that looks like shell." It forms in fine, transparent, highly polished, brown-colored layers with special optical properties, inside a container where cloth, first treated with glue and then with lime, spins quickly in water. It is much softer, more transparent, and has more organic material than the natural layers found at Ascension; but here we again see the strong tendency of carbonate of lime and organic matter to create a solid material similar to shell.]
17 (return)
[ Pers. Narr., vol. v., pt.
1., p. 18.]
17 (return)
[ Pers. Narr., vol. v., pt. 1., p. 18.]
18 (return)
[ M. Montagne, in Comptes
Rendus, etc., Juillet, 1844; and Annal. des Scienc. Nat., Dec. 1844]
18 (return)
[ M. Montagne, in Comptes
Rendus, etc., July, 1844; and Ann. of Nat. Sciences, Dec. 1844]
19 (return)
[ M. Lesson (Voyage de la
Coquille, tom. i., p. 255) mentions red water off Lima, apparently
produced by the same cause. Peron, the distinguished naturalist, in the
Voyage aux Terres Australes, gives no less than twelve references to
voyagers who have alluded to the discoloured waters of the sea (vol. ii.
p. 239). To the references given by Peron may be added, Humboldt's Pers.
Narr., vol. vi. p. 804; Flinder's Voyage, vol. i. p. 92; Labillardiere,
vol. i. p. 287; Ulloa's Voyage; Voyage of the Astrolabe and of the
Coquille; Captain King's Survey of Australia, etc.]
19 (return)
[ M. Lesson (Voyage de la Coquille, vol. i., p. 255) mentions red water off Lima, likely caused by the same phenomenon. Peron, the notable naturalist, in Voyage aux Terres Australes, cites twelve accounts from travelers who commented on the discolored waters of the sea (vol. ii. p. 239). In addition to Peron's references, there are also Humboldt's Personal Narrative, vol. vi. p. 804; Flinder's Voyage, vol. i. p. 92; Labillardière, vol. i. p. 287; Ulloa's Voyage; Voyage of the Astrolabe and of the Coquille; Captain King's Survey of Australia, etc.]
21 (return)
[ Venda, the Portuguese
name for an inn.]
21 (return)
[ Venda, the Portuguese term for an inn.]
22 (return)
[ Annales des Sciences
Naturelles for 1833.]
22 (return)
[ Annales des Sciences
Naturelles for 1833.]
23 (return)
[ I have described and
named these species in the Annals of Nat. Hist., vol. xiv. p. 241.]
23 (return)
[ I have described and named these species in the Annals of Nat. Hist., vol. xiv. p. 241.]
24 (return)
[ I am greatly indebted to
Mr. Waterhouse for his kindness in naming for me this and many other
insects, and giving me much valuable assistance.]
24 (return)
[ I'm very grateful to Mr. Waterhouse for his kindness in identifying this and many other insects for me, and for providing me with a lot of valuable help.]
25 (return)
[ Kirby's Entomology, vol.
ii. p. 317.]
25 (return)
[ Kirby's Entomology, vol. ii. p. 317.]
26 (return)
[ Mr. Doubleday has lately
described (before the Entomological Society, March 3rd, 1845) a peculiar
structure in the wings of this butterfly, which seems to be the means of
its making its noise. He says, "It is remarkable for having a sort of drum
at the base of the fore wings, between the costal nervure and the
subcostal. These two nervures, moreover, have a peculiar screw-like
diaphragm or vessel in the interior." I find in Langsdorff's travels (in
the years 1803-7, p. 74) it is said, that in the island of St. Catherine's
on the coast of Brazil, a butterfly called Februa Hoffmanseggi, makes a
noise, when flying away, like a rattle.]
26 (return)
[ Mr. Doubleday recently described (to the Entomological Society on March 3rd, 1845) a unique structure in the wings of this butterfly, which seems to be how it produces sound. He notes, "It is notable for having a kind of drum at the base of the forewings, between the costal nervure and the subcostal. Additionally, these two nervures have a distinctive screw-like diaphragm or vessel inside." I found in Langsdorff's travels (from 1803-7, p. 74) that it mentions a butterfly called Februa Hoffmanseggi on the island of St. Catherine's off the coast of Brazil, which makes a rattling noise when it flies away.]
27 (return)
[ I may mention, as a
common instance of one day's (June 23rd) collecting, when I was not
attending particularly to the Coleoptera, that I caught sixty-eight
species of that order. Among these, there were only two of the Carabidae,
four Brachelytra, fifteen Rhyncophora, and fourteen of the Chrysomelidae.
Thirty-seven species of Arachnidae, which I brought home, will be
sufficient to prove that I was not paying overmuch attention to the
generally favoured order of Coleoptera.]
27 (return)
[ I should mention, as a typical example from one day (June 23rd) of collecting, when I wasn’t focusing specifically on beetles, that I collected sixty-eight species from that group. Among these, there were only two from the Carabidae family, four Brachelytra, fifteen Rhyncophora, and fourteen from the Chrysomelidae family. The thirty-seven species of Arachnidae that I brought home will be enough to show that I wasn’t paying too much attention to the usually favored group of beetles.]
28 (return)
[ In a MS. in the British
Museum by Mr. Abbott, who made his observations in Georgia; see Mr. A.
White's paper in the "Annals of Nat. Hist.," vol. vii. p. 472. Lieut.
Hutton has described a sphex with similar habits in India, in the "Journal
of the Asiatic Society," vol. i. p. 555.]
28 (return)
[ In a manuscript at the British Museum by Mr. Abbott, who made his observations in Georgia; see Mr. A. White's article in the "Annals of Nat. Hist.," vol. vii. p. 472. Lieutenant Hutton has described a sphex with similar behaviors in India, in the "Journal of the Asiatic Society," vol. i. p. 555.]
29 (return)
[ Don Felix Azara (vol. i.
p. 175), mentioning a hymenopterous insect, probably of the same genus,
says he saw it dragging a dead spider through tall grass, in a straight
line to its nest, which was one hundred and sixty-three paces distant. He
adds that the wasp, in order to find the road, every now and then made
"demi-tours d'environ trois palmes."]
29 (return)
[ Don Felix Azara (vol. i. p. 175), referring to a type of hymenopterous insect, likely from the same genus, mentions seeing it pull a dead spider through tall grass in a straight line to its nest, which was one hundred and sixty-three paces away. He notes that the wasp would occasionally make "half-turns of about three spans" to help it find the way.]
32 (return)
[ Maclaren, art. "America,"
Encyclop. Brittann.]
32 (return)
[ Maclaren, art. "America," Encyclop. Britann.]
33 (return)
[ Azara says, "Je crois que
la quantite annuelle des pluies est, dans toutes ces contrees, plus
considerable qu'en Espagne."—Vol. i. p. 36.]
33 (return)
[ Azara says, "I believe that the annual amount of rainfall in all these regions is greater than in Spain."—Vol. i. p. 36.]
34 (return)
[ In South America I
collected altogether twenty-seven species of mice, and thirteen more are
known from the works of Azara and other authors. Those collected by myself
have been named and described by Mr. Waterhouse at the meetings of the
Zoological Society. I must be allowed to take this opportunity of
returning my cordial thanks to Mr. Waterhouse, and to the other gentleman
attached to that Society, for their kind and most liberal assistance on
all occasions.]
34 (return)
[ In South America, I collected a total of twenty-seven species of mice, and thirteen more are documented in the works of Azara and other authors. The species I collected have been named and described by Mr. Waterhouse at the meetings of the Zoological Society. I would like to take this opportunity to express my heartfelt thanks to Mr. Waterhouse and the other gentlemen associated with that Society for their generous and consistent support on all occasions.]
35 (return)
[ In the stomach and
duodenum of a capybara which I opened I found a very large quantity of a
thin yellowish fluid, in which scarcely a fibre could be distinguished.
Mr. Owen informs me that a part of the oesophagus is so constructed that
nothing much larger than a crowquill can be passed down. Certainly the
broad teeth and strong jaws of this animal are well fitted to grind into
pulp the aquatic plants on which it feeds.]
35 (return)
[In the stomach and duodenum of a capybara that I examined, I found a significant amount of a thin, yellowish fluid, where hardly any fibers could be seen. Mr. Owen tells me that part of the esophagus is designed so that nothing much larger than a quill pen can pass through. Clearly, the wide teeth and powerful jaws of this animal are well-suited to grind up the aquatic plants it eats.]
36 (return)
[ At the R. Negro, in
Northern Patagonia, there is an animal of the same habits, and probably a
closely allied species, but which I never saw. Its noise is different from
that of the Maldonado kind; it is repeated only twice instead of three or
four times, and is more distinct and sonorous; when heard from a distance
it so closely resembles the sound made in cutting down a small tree with
an axe, that I have sometimes remained in doubt concerning it.]
36 (return)
[ At the R. Negro, in Northern Patagonia, there's an animal with similar habits, likely a closely related species, but I never saw it. Its sound is different from the Maldonado variety; it repeats only twice instead of three or four times, and it's clearer and more resonant. When heard from afar, it closely resembles the sound of chopping down a small tree with an axe, leaving me sometimes uncertain about it.]
37 (return)
[ Philosoph. Zoolog., tom.
i. p. 242.]
37 (return)
[ Philosoph. Zoolog., vol. i, p. 242.]
38 (return)
[ Magazine of Zoology and
Botany, vol. i. p. 217.]
38 (return)
[ Magazine of Zoology and Botany, vol. i. p. 217.]
39 (return)
[ Read before the Academy
of Sciences in Paris. L'Institut, 1834, p. 418.]
39 (return)
[ Read before the Academy of Sciences in Paris. L'Institut, 1834, p. 418.]
310 (return)
[ Geolog. Transact. vol.
ii. p. 528. In the Philosoph. Transact. (1790, p. 294) Dr. Priestly has
described some imperfect siliceous tubes and a melted pebble of quartz,
found in digging into the ground, under a tree, where a man had been
killed by lightning.]
310 (return)
[ Geolog. Transact. vol. ii. p. 528. In the Philosoph. Transact. (1790, p. 294) Dr. Priestly described some incomplete siliceous tubes and a melted quartz pebble found while digging in the ground under a tree where a man had been struck by lightning.]
311 (return)
[ Annals de Chimie et de
Physique, tom. xxxvii. p. 319.]
311 (return)
[ Annals of Chemistry and Physics, vol. xxxvii. p. 319.]
41 (return)
[ The corral is an
enclosure made of tall and strong stakes. Every estancia, or farming
estate, has one attached to it.]
41 (return)
[The corral is a fenced area made of tall, sturdy posts. Every ranch or farming estate has one connected to it.]
42 (return)
[ The hovels of the Indians
are thus called.]
42 (return)
[ This is what the homes of the Indigenous people are called.]
43 (return)
[ Report of the Agricult.
Chem. Assoc. in the Agricult. Gazette, 1845, p. 93.]
43 (return)
[ Report of the Agricult. Chem. Assoc. in the Agricult. Gazette, 1845, p. 93.]
44 (return)
[ Linnaean Trans., vol. xi.
p. 205. It is remarkable how all the circumstances connected with the
salt-lakes in Siberia and Patagonia are similar. Siberia, like Patagonia,
appears to have been recently elevated above the waters of the sea. In
both countries the salt-lakes occupy shallow depressions in the plains; in
both the mud on the borders is black and fetid; beneath the crust of
common salt, sulphate of soda or of magnesium occurs, imperfectly
crystallized; and in both, the muddy sand is mixed with lentils of gypsum.
The Siberian salt-lakes are inhabited by small crustaceous animals; and
flamingoes (Edin. New Philos. Jour., Jan 1830) likewise frequent them. As
these circumstances, apparently so trifling, occur in two distant
continents, we may feel sure that they are the necessary results of a
common cause— See Pallas's Travels, 1793 to 1794, pp. 129 - 134.]
44 (return)
[ Linnaean Trans., vol. xi. p. 205. It's interesting how the conditions surrounding the salt lakes in Siberia and Patagonia are alike. Like Patagonia, Siberia seems to have recently risen above sea level. In both regions, the salt lakes are situated in shallow depressions on the plains; in both areas, the mud at the edges is black and smelly; beneath the layer of common salt, there is imperfectly crystallized sodium sulfate or magnesium sulfate; and in both, the muddy sand contains lentils of gypsum. The Siberian salt lakes are home to small crustaceans, and flamingos (Edin. New Philos. Jour., Jan 1830) also gather there. Since these seemingly minor details appear in two far-apart continents, we can confidently say they are the result of a shared cause— See Pallas's Travels, 1793 to 1794, pp. 129 - 134.]
45 (return)
[ I am bound to express in
the strongest terms, my obligation to the government of Buenos Ayres for
the obliging manner in which passports to all parts of the country were
given me, as naturalist of the Beagle.]
45 (return)
[ I must strongly express my gratitude to the government of Buenos Aires for the friendly way in which they provided me with passports to travel all around the country as a naturalist on the Beagle.]
46 (return)
[ This prophecy has turned
out entirely and miserably wrong. 1845.]
46 (return)
[ This prophecy has ended up completely and disastrously incorrect. 1845.]
47 (return)
[ Voyage dans l'Amerique
Merid. par M. A. d'Orbigny. Part. Hist. tom. i. p. 664.]
47 (return)
[Journey through South America by M. A. d'Orbigny. Historical Part vol. i. p. 664.]
51 (return)
[ Since this was written,
M. Alcide d'Orbingy has examined these shells, and pronounces them all to
be recent.]
51 (return)
[ Since this was written, M. Alcide d'Orbingy has looked into these shells and states that they are all recent.]
52 (return)
[ M. Aug. Bravard has
described, in a Spanish work ('Observaciones Geologicas,' 1857), this
district, and he believes that the bones of the extinct mammals were
washed out of the underlying Pampean deposit, and subsequently became
embedded with the still existing shells; but I am not convinced by his
remarks. M. Bravard believes that the whole enormous Pampean deposit is a
sub-aerial formation, like sand-dunes: this seems to me to be an untenable
doctrine.]
52 (return)
[M. Aug. Bravard described this area in a Spanish work ('Observaciones Geologicas,' 1857) and thinks the bones of extinct mammals were washed out of the underlying Pampean deposit and then embedded with the still-existing shells; however, I'm not convinced by his comments. M. Bravard believes that the entire massive Pampean deposit is a structure formed above ground, like sand dunes: I find this belief to be unsustainable.]
53 (return)
[ Principles of Geology,
vol. iv. p. 40.]
53 (return)
[ Principles of Geology, vol. iv. p. 40.]
54 (return)
[ This theory was first
developed in the Zoology of the Voyage of the Beagle, and subsequently in
Professor Owen's Memoir on Mylodon robustus.]
54 (return)
[ This theory was first developed in the Zoology of the Voyage of the Beagle, and later in Professor Owen's Memoir on Mylodon robustus.]
55 (return)
[ I mean this to exclude
the total amount which may have been successively produced and consumed
during a given period.]
55 (return)
[ I mean this to exclude the total amount that may have been produced and consumed over a specific period.]
56 (return)
[ Travels in the Interior
of South Africa, vol. ii. p. 207]
56 (return)
[Travels in the Interior of South Africa, vol. ii. p. 207]
57 (return)
[ The elephant which was
killed at Exeter Change was estimated (being partly weighed) at five tons
and a half. The elephant actress, as I was informed, weighed one ton less;
so that we may take five as the average of a full-grown elephant. I was
told at the Surry Gardens, that a hippopotamus which was sent to England
cut up into pieces was estimated at three tons and a half; we will call it
three. From these premises we may give three tons and a half to each of
the five rhinoceroses; perhaps a ton to the giraffe, and half to the bos
caffer as well as to the elan (a large ox weighs from 1200 to 1500
pounds). This will give an average (from the above estimates) of 2.7 of a
ton for the ten largest herbivorous animals of Southern Africa. In South
America, allowing 1200 pounds for the two tapirs together, 550 for the
guanaco and vicuna, 500 for three deer, 300 for the capybara, peccari, and
a monkey, we shall have an average of 250 pounds, which I believe is
overstating the result. The ratio will therefore be as 6048 to 250, or 24
to 1, for the ten largest animals from the two continents.]
57 (return)
[The elephant that was killed at Exeter Change was estimated (partly based on weight) to be five and a half tons. The elephant actress, as I was told, weighed one ton less; so we can consider five tons as the average weight for a full-grown elephant. I heard at the Surry Gardens that a hippopotamus, which was sent to England in pieces, was estimated to weigh three and a half tons; let's round that down to three. From this, we can estimate three and a half tons for each of the five rhinoceroses, maybe a ton for the giraffe, and half a ton for both the bos caffer and the elan (a large ox weighs between 1200 and 1500 pounds). This gives an average of 2.7 tons for the ten largest herbivorous animals in Southern Africa. In South America, if we estimate 1200 pounds for the two tapirs combined, 550 for the guanaco and vicuna, 500 for three deer, and 300 for the capybara, peccary, and a monkey, we get an average of 250 pounds, which I believe is an overestimation. So, the ratio will be 6048 to 250, or 24 to 1, for the ten largest animals from the two continents.]
58 (return)
[ If we suppose the case of
the discovery of a skeleton of a Greenland whale in a fossil state, not a
single cetaceous animal being known to exist, what naturalist would have
ventured conjecture on the possibility of a carcass so gigantic being
supported on the minute crustacea and mollusca living in the frozen seas
of the extreme North?]
58 (return)
[ If we imagine finding a skeleton of a Greenland whale as a fossil, with no living cetaceans known to exist, what naturalist would have dared to guess that such a massive carcass could survive on the tiny crustaceans and mollusks living in the icy waters of the far North?]
59 (return)
[ See Zoological Remarks to
Capt. Back's Expedition, by Dr. Richardson. He says, "The subsoil north of
latitude 56 degs. is perpetually frozen, the thaw on the coast not
penetrating above three feet, and at Bear Lake, in latitude 64 degs., not
more than twenty inches. The frozen substratum does not of itself destroy
vegetation, for forests flourish on the surface, at a distance from the
coast."]
59 (return)
[ See Zoological Remarks to Capt. Back's Expedition, by Dr. Richardson. He mentions, "The ground beneath the surface north of latitude 56 degrees is always frozen, with the thaw on the coast reaching only about three feet deep, and at Bear Lake, in latitude 64 degrees, it barely goes more than twenty inches. The frozen layer doesn’t necessarily kill vegetation, as forests thrive on the surface, away from the coast."]
510 (return)
[ See Humboldt, Fragments
Asiatiques, p. 386: Barton's Geography of Plants: and Malte Brun. In the
latter work it is said that the limit of the growth of trees in Siberia
may be drawn under the parallel of 70 degs.]
510 (return)
[ See Humboldt, Fragments
Asiatiques, p. 386: Barton's Geography of Plants: and Malte Brun. In the
latter work, it states that the boundary for tree growth in Siberia
can be marked at the latitude of 70 degrees.]
512 (return)
[ A Gaucho assured me
that he had once seen a snow-white or Albino variety, and that it was a
most beautiful bird.]
512 (return)
[ A Gaucho told me that he once saw a snow-white or albino version, and that it was a really beautiful bird.]
513 (return)
[ Burchell's Travels,
vol. i. p. 280.]
513 (return)
[ Burchell's Travels, vol. i. p. 280.]
515 (return)
[ Lichtenstein, however,
asserts (Travels, vol. ii. p. 25) that the hens begin sitting when they
have laid ten or twelve eggs; and that they continue laying, I presume, in
another nest. This appears to me very improbable. He asserts that four or
five hens associate for incubation with one cock, who sits only at night.]
515 (return)
[Lichtenstein, however, claims (Travels, vol. ii. p. 25) that hens start sitting on their eggs after they’ve laid ten or twelve of them; and that they keep laying, I guess, in another nest. I find this very unlikely. He also states that four or five hens come together to incubate with one rooster, who only sits on them at night.]
516 (return)
[ When at the Rio Negro,
we heard much of the indefatigable labours of this naturalist. M. Alcide
d'Orbigny, during the years 1825 to 1833, traversed several large portions
of South America, and has made a collection, and is now publishing the
results on a scale of magnificence, which at once places himself in the
list of American travellers second only to Humboldt.]
516 (return)
[ While at the Rio Negro, we heard a lot about the tireless work of this naturalist. M. Alcide d'Orbigny traveled through several large areas of South America from 1825 to 1833, collecting samples and is now publishing the results on an impressive scale, which places him among American explorers, second only to Humboldt.]
517 (return)
[ Account of the
Abipones, A.D. 1749, vol. i. (English Translation) p. 314]
517 (return)
[ Account of the Abipones, A.D. 1749, vol. i. (English Translation) p. 314]
518 (return)
[ M. Bibron calls it T.
crepitans.]
518 (return)
[ M. Bibron refers to it as T. crepitans.]
519 (return)
[ The cavities leading
from the fleshy compartments of the extremity, were filled with a yellow
pulpy matter, which, examined under a microscope, presented an
extraordinary appearance. The mass consisted of rounded, semi-transparent,
irregular grains, aggregated together into particles of various sizes. All
such particles, and the separate grains, possessed the power of rapid
movement; generally revolving around different axes, but sometimes
progressive. The movement was visible with a very weak power, but even
with the highest its cause could not be perceived. It was very different
from the circulation of the fluid in the elastic bag, containing the thin
extremity of the axis. On other occasions, when dissecting small marine
animals beneath the microscope, I have seen particles of pulpy matter,
some of large size, as soon as they were disengaged, commence revolving. I
have imagined, I know not with how much truth, that this granulo-pulpy
matter was in process of being converted into ova. Certainly in this
zoophyte such appeared to be the case.]
519 (return)
[The cavities leading from the fleshy parts of the limb were filled with a yellow, pulpy substance, which, when examined under a microscope, showed an astonishing appearance. The mass was made up of rounded, semi-transparent, irregular grains clumped together in particles of various sizes. All these particles and individual grains were capable of rapid movement; they usually revolved around different axes but sometimes moved forward. The movement was visible even at low magnification, but even at the highest level, the cause could not be identified. It was very different from the circulation of the fluid in the elastic bag containing the thin end of the axis. At other times, while dissecting small marine animals under the microscope, I’ve noticed that particles of pulpy matter, some quite large, began to revolve as soon as they were released. I have speculated, though I cannot say how accurate it is, that this granulo-pulpy matter was in the process of turning into eggs. Certainly, in this zoophyte, that seemed to be the case.]
520 (return)
[ Kerr's Collection of
Voyages, vol. viii. p. 119.]
520 (return)
[ Kerr's Collection of Voyages, vol. viii. p. 119.]
521 (return)
[ Purchas's Collection of
Voyages. I believe the date was really 1537.]
521 (return)
[ Purchas's Collection of Voyages. I think the date was actually 1537.]
522 (return)
[ Azara has even doubted
whether the Pampas Indians ever used bows.]
522 (return)
[ Azara has even questioned whether the Pampas Indians ever used bows.]
61 (return)
[ I call these
thistle-stalks for the want of a more correct name. I believe it is a
species of Eryngium.]
61 (return)
[ I refer to these as thistle stalks since I don't have a better name. I think it's a type of Eryngium.]
63 (return)
[ Two species of Tinamus
and Eudromia elegans of A. d'Orbigny, which can only be called a partridge
with regard to its habits.]
63 (return)
[ Two species of Tinamus and Eudromia elegans of A. d'Orbigny, which can only be referred to as a partridge based on its behavior.]
64 (return)
[ History of the Abipones,
vol. ii. p. 6.]
64 (return)
[ History of the Abipones, vol. ii. p. 6.]
66 (return)
[ Fauna Boreali-Americana,
vol. i. p. 35.]
66 (return)
[ Fauna Boreali-Americana, vol. i. p. 35.]
67 (return)
[ See Mr. Atwater's account
of the Prairies, in Silliman's N. A. Journal, vol. i. p. 117.]
67 (return)
[ Check out Mr. Atwater's account of the Prairies in Silliman's N. A. Journal, vol. i. p. 117.]
69 (return)
[ M. A. d'Orbigny (vol. i.
p. 474) says that the cardoon and artichoke are both found wild. Dr.
Hooker (Botanical Magazine, vol. iv. p. 2862), has described a variety of
the Cynara from this part of South America under the name of inermis. He
states that botanists are now generally agreed that the cardoon and the
artichoke are varieties of one plant. I may add, that an intelligent
farmer assured me that he had observed in a deserted garden some
artichokes changing into the common cardoon. Dr. Hooker believes that
Head's vivid description of the thistle of the Pampas applies to the
cardoon, but this is a mistake. Captain Head referred to the plant, which
I have mentioned a few lines lower down, under the title of giant thistle.
Whether it is a true thistle I do not know; but it is quite different from
the cardoon; and more like a thistle properly so called.]
69 (return)
[M. A. d'Orbigny (vol. i. p. 474) mentions that the cardoon and artichoke can both be found growing wild. Dr. Hooker (Botanical Magazine, vol. iv. p. 2862) has described a variety of the Cynara from this area of South America, calling it inermis. He indicates that most botanists now agree that the cardoon and the artichoke are variations of the same plant. I can add that a knowledgeable farmer once told me he saw some artichokes turning into common cardoon in an abandoned garden. Dr. Hooker thinks that Head's detailed description of the Pampas thistle refers to the cardoon, but this is incorrect. Captain Head was talking about the plant I mentioned a few lines earlier, which he called giant thistle. Whether it’s actually a true thistle, I’m not sure; but it’s quite different from the cardoon and resembles a true thistle more closely.]
610 (return)
[ It is said to contain
60,000 inhabitants. Monte Video, the second town of importance on the
banks of the Plata, has 15,000.]
610 (return)
[ It's said to have 60,000 residents. Monte Video, the second most important town along the Plata, has 15,000.]
71 (return)
[ The bizcacha (Lagostomus
trichodactylus) somewhat resembles a large rabbit, but with bigger gnawing
teeth and a long tail; it has, however, only three toes behind, like the
agouti. During the last three or four years the skins of these animals
have been sent to England for the sake of the fur.]
71 (return)
[ The bizcacha (Lagostomus
trichodactylus) looks a bit like a large rabbit, but with bigger teeth for gnawing and a long tail; it also has only three toes on its back feet, similar to the agouti. In the past three or four years, the skins of these animals have been shipped to England for their fur.]
72 (return)
[ Journal of Asiatic Soc.,
vol. v. p. 363.]
72 (return)
[ Journal of Asiatic Soc., vol. v. p. 363.]
73 (return)
[ I need hardly state here
that there is good evidence against any horse living in America at the
time of Columbus.]
73 (return)
[I don't need to mention that there's solid evidence showing that no horses were living in America when Columbus arrived.]
74 (return)
[ Cuvier. Ossemens Fossils,
tom. i. p. 158.]
74 (return)
[Cuvier. Fossil Bones, vol. i. p. 158.]
75 (return)
[ This is the geographical
division followed by Lichtenstein, Swainson, Erichson, and Richardson. The
section from Vera Cruz to Acapulco, given by Humboldt in the Polit. Essay
on Kingdom of N. Spain will show how immense a barrier the Mexican
table-land forms. Dr. Richardson, in his admirable Report on the Zoology
of N. America read before the Brit. Assoc. 1836 (p. 157), talking of the
identification of a Mexican animal with the Synetheres prehensilis, says,
"We do not know with what propriety, but if correct, it is, if not a
solitary instance, at least very nearly so, of a rodent animal being
common to North and South America."]
75 (return)
[ This is the geographical division followed by Lichtenstein, Swainson, Erichson, and Richardson. The section from Vera Cruz to Acapulco, mentioned by Humboldt in the Political Essay on the Kingdom of North Spain, illustrates how significant a barrier the Mexican plateau is. Dr. Richardson, in his excellent Report on the Zoology of North America presented to the British Association in 1836 (p. 157), regarding the identification of a Mexican animal with the Synetheres prehensilis, states, "We do not know how valid this is, but if correct, it is, if not a unique case, at least very close to it, of a rodent species being found in both North and South America."]
76 (return)
[ See Dr. Richardson's
Report, p. 157; also L'Institut, 1837, p. 253. Cuvier says the kinkajou is
found in the larger Antilles, but this is doubtful. M. Gervais states that
the Didelphis crancrivora is found there. It is certain that the West
Indies possess some mammifers peculiar to themselves. A tooth of a
mastadon has been brought from Bahama; Edin. New Phil. Journ., 1826, p.
395.]
76 (return)
[ See Dr. Richardson's Report, p. 157; also L'Institut, 1837, p. 253. Cuvier claims that the kinkajou is found in the larger Antilles, but this is questionable. M. Gervais reports that the Didelphis crancrivora is found there. It's clear that the West Indies have some unique mammals. A tooth from a mastodon has been found in the Bahamas; Edin. New Phil. Journ., 1826, p. 395.]
77 (return)
[ See the admirable
Appendix by Dr. Buckland to Beechey's Voyage; also the writings of
Chamisso in Kotzebue's Voyage.]
77 (return)
[Check out the impressive Appendix by Dr. Buckland in Beechey's Voyage; also the works of Chamisso in Kotzebue's Voyage.]
78 (return)
[ In Captain Owen's
Surveying Voyage (vol. ii. p. 274) there is a curious account of the
effects of a drought on the elephants, at Benguela (west coast of Africa).
"A number of these animals had some time since entered the town, in a
body, to possess themselves of the wells, not being able to procure any
water in the country. The inhabitants mustered, when a desperate conflict
ensued, which terminated in the ultimate discomfiture of the invaders, but
not until they had killed one man, and wounded several others." The town
is said to have a population of nearly three thousand! Dr. Malcolmson
informs me that, during a great drought in India, the wild animals entered
the tents of some troops at Ellore, and that a hare drank out of a vessel
held by the adjutant of the regiment.]
78 (return)
[ In Captain Owen's Surveying Voyage (vol. ii. p. 274), there is an interesting account of how a drought affected the elephants in Benguela (on the west coast of Africa). "A group of these animals had recently entered the town in a large number to access the wells, as they couldn't find any water in the surrounding area. The townspeople gathered, leading to a fierce conflict that ended in the eventual defeat of the elephants, but not before one man was killed and several others were injured." The town is reported to have a population of nearly three thousand! Dr. Malcolmson tells me that during a severe drought in India, wild animals entered the tents of some troops at Ellore, and a hare even drank from a container held by the regiment's adjutant.]
710 (return)
[ These droughts to a
certain degree seem to be almost periodical; I was told the dates of
several others, and the intervals were about fifteen years.]
710 (return)
[ These droughts seem to happen almost regularly; I was given the dates of several others, and the gaps were roughly fifteen years.]
81 (return)
[ Mr. Waterhouse has drawn
up a detailed description of this head, which I hope he will publish in
some Journal.]
81 (return)
[Mr. Waterhouse has put together a detailed description of this head, and I hope he will publish it in some journal.]
82 (return)
[ A nearly similar
abnormal, but I do not know whether hereditary, structure has been
observed in the carp, and likewise in the crocodile of the Ganges:
Histoire des Anomalies, par M. Isid. Geoffroy St. Hilaire, tom. i. p.
244.]
82 (return)
[ A nearly identical abnormal structure has been seen in carp and also in the Ganges crocodile, though I'm not sure if it's hereditary: Histoire des Anomalies, par M. Isid. Geoffroy St. Hilaire, tom. i. p. 244.]
83 (return)
[ M. A. d'Orbigny has given
nearly a similar account of these dogs, tom. i. p. 175.]
83 (return)
[M. A. d'Orbigny has provided a nearly identical description of these dogs, vol. I, p. 175.]
84 (return)
[ I must express my
obligations to Mr. Keane, at whose house I was staying on the Berquelo,
and to Mr. Lumb at Buenos Ayres, for without their assistance these
valuable remains would never have reached England.]
84 (return)
[ I want to thank Mr. Keane, whose home I stayed at on the Berquelo, and Mr. Lumb in Buenos Ayres, because without their help, these important remains would never have made it to England.]
85 (return)
[ Lyell's Principles of
Geology, vol. iii. p. 63.]
85 (return)
[ Lyell's Principles of Geology, vol. iii. p. 63.]
86 (return)
[ The flies which
frequently accompany a ship for some days on its passage from harbour to
harbour, wandering from the vessel, are soon lost, and all disappear.]
86 (return)
[ The flies that often follow a ship for a few days during its journey from port to port, straying from the vessel, quickly get lost and vanish completely.]
87 (return)
[ Mr. Blackwall, in his
Researches in Zoology, has many excellent observations on the habits of
spiders.]
87 (return)
[ Mr. Blackwall, in his
Researches in Zoology, shares many great insights on spider behavior.]
88 (return)
[ An abstract is given in
No. IV. of the Magazine of Zoology and Botany.]
88 (return)
[You can find an abstract in No. IV of the Magazine of Zoology and Botany.]
89 (return)
[ I found here a species of
cactus, described by Professor Henslow, under the name of Opuntia Darwinii
(Magazine of Zoology and Botany, vol. i. p. 466), which was remarkable for
the irritability of the stamens, when I inserted either a piece of stick
or the end of my finger in the flower. The segments of the perianth also
closed on the pistil, but more slowly than the stamens. Plants of this
family, generally considered as tropical, occur in North America (Lewis
and Clarke's Travels, p. 221), in the same high latitude as here, namely,
in both cases, in 47 degs.]
89 (return)
[ I discovered a type of cactus here, identified by Professor Henslow as Opuntia Darwinii (Magazine of Zoology and Botany, vol. i. p. 466), which was notable for how the stamens reacted when I inserted either a stick or the tip of my finger into the flower. The parts of the flower also closed around the pistil, but they did so more slowly than the stamens. Plants from this family, usually thought to be tropical, can be found in North America (Lewis and Clarke's Travels, p. 221), in the same high latitude as here, specifically at 47 degrees.]
810 (return)
[ These insects were not
uncommon beneath stones. I found one cannibal scorpion quietly devouring
another.]
810 (return)
[ These insects were often found under stones. I discovered one cannibal scorpion quietly eating another.]
812 (return)
[ I have lately heard
that Capt. Sulivan, R.N., has found numerous fossil bones, embedded in
regular strata, on the banks of the R. Gallegos, in lat. 51 degs. 4'. Some
of the bones are large; others are small, and appear to have belonged to
an armadillo. This is a most interesting and important discovery.]
812 (return)
[ I recently heard that Captain Sulivan, R.N., has discovered many fossil bones, embedded in regular layers, along the banks of the R. Gallegos, at latitude 51 degrees 4'. Some of the bones are large, while others are small and seem to have belonged to an armadillo. This is a very interesting and significant discovery.]
813 (return)
[ See the excellent
remarks on this subject by Mr. Lyell, in his Principles of Geology.]
813 (return)
[ Check out the great comments on this topic by Mr. Lyell in his Principles of Geology.]
91 (return)
[ The desserts of Syria are
characterized, according to Volney (tom. i. p. 351), by woody bushes,
numerous rats, gazelles and hares. In the landscape of Patagonia, the
guanaco replaces the gazelle, and the agouti the hare.]
91 (return)
[Syria's desserts are noted, as Volney states (vol. i, p. 351), for their scrubby vegetation, many rats, gazelles, and hares. In Patagonia's landscape, the guanaco takes the place of the gazelle, and the agouti takes the place of the hare.]
92 (return)
[ I noticed that several
hours before any one of the condors died, all the lice, with which it was
infested, crawled to the outside feathers. I was assured that this always
happens.]
92 (return)
[ I observed that several hours before any of the condors died, all the lice infesting them crawled to the outer feathers. I was told that this always happens.]
93 (return)
[ London's Magazine of Nat.
Hist., vol. vii.]
93 (return)
[ London’s Magazine of Nat. Hist., vol. vii.]
94 (return)
[ From accounts published
since our voyage, and more especially from several interesting letters
from Capt. Sulivan, R. N., employed on the survey, it appears that we took
an exaggerated view of the badness of the climate on these islands. But
when I reflect on the almost universal covering of peat, and on the fact
of wheat seldom ripening here, I can hardly believe that the climate in
summer is so fine and dry as it has lately been represented.]
94 (return)
[From accounts published after our voyage, particularly several engaging letters from Capt. Sulivan, R. N., who was involved in the survey, it seems we might have overestimated how poor the climate is on these islands. However, when I consider the nearly constant presence of peat and the fact that wheat rarely ripens here, I find it hard to believe that the summer climate is as nice and dry as it has recently been described.]
95 (return)
[ Lesson's Zoology of the
Voyage of the Coquille, tom. i. p. 168. All the early voyagers, and
especially Bougainville, distinctly state that the wolf-like fox was the
only native animal on the island. The distinction of the rabbit as a
species, is taken from peculiarities in the fur, from the shape of the
head, and from the shortness of the ears. I may here observe that the
difference between the Irish and English hare rests upon nearly similar
characters, only more strongly marked.]
95 (return)
[ Lesson's Zoology of the
Voyage of the Coquille, vol. i, p. 168. All the early explorers, especially Bougainville, clearly state that the wolf-like fox was the only native animal on the island. The classification of the rabbit as a species is based on differences in the fur, the shape of the head, and the shortness of the ears. I should note that the distinction between the Irish and English hare is based on similar traits, but they are more pronounced.]
96 (return)
[ I have reason, however,
to suspect that there is a field- mouse. The common European rat and mouse
have roamed far from the habitations of the settlers. The common hog has
also run wild on one islet; all are of a black colour: the boars are very
fierce, and have great trunks.]
96 (return)
[However, I have reason to believe that there's a field mouse. The regular European rats and mice have moved far away from where the settlers live. The domestic pigs have also gone wild on one of the small islands; all of them are black: the male pigs are very aggressive and have large tusks.]
97 (return)
[ The "culpeu" is the Canis
Magellanicus brought home by Captain King from the Strait of Magellan. It
is common in Chile.]
97 (return)
[The "culpeu" is the Canis Magellanicus that Captain King brought back from the Strait of Magellan. It's common in Chile.]
98 (return)
[ Pernety, Voyage aux Isles
Malouines, p. 526.]
98 (return)
[ Pernety, Voyage to the Falkland Islands, p. 526.]
99 (return)
[ "Nous n'avons pas ete
moins saisis d'etonnement a la vue de l'innombrable quantite de pierres de
touts grandeurs, bouleversees les unes sur les autres, et cependent
rangees, comme si elles avoient ete amoncelees negligemment pour remplir
des ravins. On ne se lassoit pas d'admirer les effets prodigieux de la
nature."—Pernety, p. 526.]
99 (return)
[ "We were no less struck with astonishment at the sight of the countless stones of all sizes, piled haphazardly on top of each other, yet somehow arranged as if they had been carelessly stacked to fill in ravines. One couldn't help but marvel at the astonishing effects of nature."—Pernety, p. 526.]
910 (return)
[ An inhabitant of
Mendoza, and hence well capable of judging, assured me that, during the
several years he had resided on these islands, he had never felt the
slightest shock of an earthquake.]
910 (return)
[ A resident of Mendoza, and therefore quite able to judge, told me that during the several years he had lived on these islands, he had never experienced even the slightest tremor from an earthquake.]
911 (return)
[ I was surprised to
find, on counting the eggs of a large white Doris (this sea-slug was three
and a half inches long), how extraordinarily numerous they were. From two
to five eggs (each three- thousandths of an inch in diameter) were
contained in spherical little case. These were arranged two deep in
transverse rows forming a ribbon. The ribbon adhered by its edge to the
rock in an oval spire. One which I found, measured nearly twenty inches in
length and half in breadth. By counting how many balls were contained in a
tenth of an inch in the row, and how many rows in an equal length of the
ribbon, on the most moderate computation there were six hundred thousand
eggs. Yet this Doris was certainly not very common; although I was often
searching under the stones, I saw only seven individuals. No fallacy is
more common with naturalists, than that the numbers of an individual
species depend on its powers of propagation.]
911 (return)
[I was surprised to discover, when counting the eggs of a large white Doris (this sea slug was three and a half inches long), just how incredibly numerous they were. There were between two to five eggs (each three-thousandths of an inch in diameter) packed inside a small spherical case. These were arranged two deep in transverse rows, forming a ribbon. The ribbon was attached by its edge to the rock in an oval spiral. One I found measured nearly twenty inches in length and about ten inches in width. By counting how many balls were in a tenth of an inch in the row and how many rows were in an equal length of the ribbon, the most conservative estimate gave me six hundred thousand eggs. Yet this Doris was definitely not very common; even though I searched under the stones frequently, I only saw seven individuals. No misconception is more common among naturalists than the belief that the numbers of a particular species depend on its ability to reproduce.]
101 (return)
[ This substance, when
dry, is tolerably compact, and of little specific gravity: Professor
Ehrenberg has examined it: he states (Konig Akad. der Wissen: Berlin, Feb.
1845) that it is composed of infusoria, including fourteen polygastrica,
and four phytolitharia. He says that they are all inhabitants of
fresh-water; this is a beautiful example of the results obtainable through
Professor Ehrenberg's microscopic researches; for Jemmy Button told me
that it is always collected at the bottoms of mountain-brooks. It is,
moreover, a striking fact that in the geographical distribution of the
infusoria, which are well known to have very wide ranges, that all the
species in this substance, although brought from the extreme southern
point of Tierra del Fuego, are old, known forms.]
101 (return)
[ This substance, when dry, is fairly compact and has low specific gravity. Professor Ehrenberg has studied it and reports (Konig Akad. der Wissen: Berlin, Feb. 1845) that it consists of tiny organisms, including fourteen types of polygastrica and four types of phytolitharia. He notes that they all live in fresh water, which is a great example of what can be discovered through Professor Ehrenberg's microscopic research. Jemmy Button mentioned to me that it is often found at the bottoms of mountain brooks. Additionally, it’s interesting that in the geographical range of infusoria, which are known to have broad distributions, all the species in this substance, despite coming from the far southern tip of Tierra del Fuego, are old, recognized forms.]
102 (return)
[ One day, off the East
coast of Tierra del Fuego, we saw a grand sight in several spermaceti
whales jumping upright quite out of the water, with the exception of their
tail-fins. As they fell down sideways, they splashed the water high up,
and the sound reverberated like a distant broadside.]
102 (return)
[ One day, off the East coast of Tierra del Fuego, we witnessed an amazing sight as several sperm whales leaped straight up out of the water, leaving only their tail fins submerged. When they fell sideways, they created huge splashes, and the noise echoed like distant cannon fire.]
103 (return)
[ Captain Sulivan, who,
since his voyage in the Beagle, has been employed on the survey of the
Falkland Islands, heard from a sealer in (1842?), that when in the western
part of the Strait of Magellan, he was astonished by a native woman coming
on board, who could talk some English. Without doubt this was Fuega
Basket. She lived (I fear the term probably bears a double interpretation)
some days on board.]
103 (return)
[ Captain Sulivan, who since his trip on the Beagle has been working on mapping the Falkland Islands, heard from a seal hunter in 1842 that while he was in the western part of the Strait of Magellan, he was amazed when a native woman came on board who could speak some English. Without a doubt, this was Fuega Basket. She lived (I worry this term might be interpreted in more than one way) on board for several days.]
111 (return)
[ The south-westerly
breezes are generally very dry. January 29th, being at anchor under Cape
Gregory: a very hard gale from W. by S., clear sky with few cumuli;
temperature 57 degs., dew-point 36 degs.,—difference 21 degs. On
January 15th, at Port St. Julian: in the morning, light winds with much
rain, followed by a very heavy squall with rain,—settled into heavy
gale with large cumuli,—cleared up, blowing very strong from S.S.W.
Temperature 60 degs., dew-point 42 degs.,—difference 18 degs.]
111 (return)
[ The south-west winds are usually quite dry. On January 29th, while anchored under Cape Gregory: a strong gale came from W. by S., clear sky with a few clouds; temperature 57°F, dew point 36°F,—difference 21°F. On January 15th, at Port St. Julian: in the morning, light winds with a lot of rain, followed by a heavy squall with rain,—settled into a strong gale with large clouds,—cleared up, blowing very hard from S.S.W. Temperature 60°F, dew point 42°F,—difference 18°F.]
112 (return)
[ Rengger, Natur. der
Saeugethiere von Paraguay. S. 334.]
112 (return)
[ Rengger, Nature of the Mammals of Paraguay. p. 334.]
113 (return)
[ Captain Fitz Roy
informs me that in April (our October), the leaves of those trees which
grow near the base of the mountains change colour, but not those on the
more elevated parts. I remember having read some observations, showing
that in England the leaves fall earlier in a warm and fine autumn than in
a late and cold one, The change in the colour being here retarded in the
more elevated, and therefore colder situations, must be owing to the same
general law of vegetation. The trees of Tierra del Fuego during no part of
the year entirely shed their leaves.]
113 (return)
[ Captain Fitz Roy informs me that in April (our October), the leaves of the trees at the base of the mountains change color, but not those at higher elevations. I recall reading some observations that showed in England the leaves fall earlier in warm, sunny autumns than in late, cold ones. The delayed color change in the higher, colder areas must be due to the same general principle of plant growth. The trees in Tierra del Fuego never completely lose their leaves at any time of the year.]
114 (return)
[ Described from my
specimens and notes by the Rev. J. M. Berkeley, in the Linnean
Transactions (vol. xix. p. 37), under the name of Cyttaria Darwinii; the
Chilean species is the C. Berteroii. This genus is allied to Bulgaria.]
114 (return)
[Based on my specimens and notes from Rev. J. M. Berkeley, in the Linnean Transactions (vol. xix. p. 37), referred to as Cyttaria Darwinii; the Chilean species is C. Berteroii. This genus is related to Bulgaria.]
115 (return)
[ I believe I must except
one alpine Haltica, and a single specimen of a Melasoma. Mr. Waterhouse
informs me, that of the Harpalidae there are eight or nine species—the
forms of the greater number being very peculiar; of Heteromera, four or
five species; of Rhyncophora, six or seven; and of the following families
one species in each: Staphylinidae, Elateridae, Cebrionidae,
Melolonthidae. The species in the other orders are even fewer. In all the
orders, the scarcity of the individuals is even more remarkable than that
of the species. Most of the Coleoptera have been carefully described by
Mr. Waterhouse in the Annals of Nat. Hist.]
115 (return)
[ I think I need to mention one alpine Haltica and one Melasoma specimen. Mr. Waterhouse tells me that there are about eight or nine species of Harpalidae, most of which have very unique forms; four or five species of Heteromera; six or seven species of Rhyncophora; and one species each from the following families: Staphylinidae, Elateridae, Cebrionidae, and Melolonthidae. The species in the other groups are even fewer. Overall, the low number of individuals is even more notable than the number of species. Most of the Coleoptera have been thoroughly described by Mr. Waterhouse in the Annals of Nat. Hist.]
116 (return)
[ Its geographical range
is remarkably wide; it is found from the extreme southern islets near Cape
Horn, as far north on the eastern coast (according to information given me
by Mr. Stokes) as lat. 43 degs.,—but on the western coast, as Dr.
Hooker tells me, it extends to the R. San Francisco in California, and
perhaps even to Kamtschatka. We thus have an immense range in latitude;
and as Cook, who must have been well acquainted with the species, found it
at Kerguelen Land, no less than 140 degs. in longitude.]
116 (return)
[ Its geographical range is incredibly broad; it can be found from the far southern islands near Cape Horn all the way north along the eastern coast (according to information I received from Mr. Stokes) up to latitude 43 degrees. However, on the western coast, as Dr. Hooker informed me, it stretches to the San Francisco River in California, and possibly even to Kamchatka. This gives us a vast range in latitude; and since Cook, who was likely very familiar with the species, discovered it at Kerguelen Land, which is no less than 140 degrees in longitude.]
117 (return)
[ Voyages of the
Adventure and Beagle, vol. i. p. 363.—It appears that sea-weed grows
extremely quick.—Mr. Stephenson found (Wilson's Voyage round
Scotland, vol. ii. p. 228) that a rock uncovered only at spring-tides,
which had been chiselled smooth in November, on the following May, that
is, within six months afterwards, was thickly covered with Fucus digitatus
two feet, and F. esculentus six feet, in length.]
117 (return)
[ Voyages of the Adventure and Beagle, vol. i. p. 363.—It seems that seaweed grows very quickly.—Mr. Stephenson discovered (Wilson's Voyage around Scotland, vol. ii. p. 228) that a rock exposed only at spring tides, which had been smoothed in November, was densely covered with Fucus digitatus two feet long and F. esculentus six feet long by the following May, just six months later.]
118 (return)
[ With regard to Tierra
del Fuego, the results are deduced from the observations of Capt. King
(Geographical Journal, 1830), and those taken on board the Beagle. For the
Falkland Islands, I am indebted to Capt. Sulivan for the mean of the mean
temperature (reduced from careful observations at midnight, 8 A.M., noon,
and 8 P.M.) of the three hottest months, viz., December, January, and
February. The temperature of Dublin is taken from Barton.]
118 (return)
[ Regarding Tierra del Fuego, the results come from the observations made by Capt. King (Geographical Journal, 1830) and those recorded on the Beagle. For the Falkland Islands, I am grateful to Capt. Sulivan for the average temperature (calculated from careful observations at midnight, 8 A.M., noon, and 8 P.M.) of the three warmest months, namely December, January, and February. The temperature for Dublin is sourced from Barton.]
119 (return)
[ Agueros, Descrip. Hist.
de la Prov. de Chiloe, 1791, p. 94.]
119 (return)
[ Agueros, Descrip. Hist. de la Prov. de Chiloe, 1791, p. 94.]
1110 (return)
[ See the German
Translation of this Journal; and for the other facts, Mr. Brown's Appendix
to Flinders's Voyage.]
1110 (return)
[ See the German Translation of this Journal; and for the other facts, check Mr. Brown's Appendix to Flinders's Voyage.]
1111 (return)
[ On the Cordillera of
central Chile, I believe the snow- line varies exceedingly in height in
different summers. I was assured that during one very dry and long summer,
all the snow disappeared from Aconcagua, although it attains the
prodigious height of 23,000 feet. It is probable that much of the snow at
these great heights is evaporated rather than thawed.]
1111 (return)
[ In the Cordillera of central Chile, I think the snow line changes significantly in height from one summer to the next. I was told that during a particularly dry and long summer, all the snow melted off Aconcagua, even though it reaches an impressive height of 23,000 feet. It's likely that a lot of the snow at these high altitudes evaporates instead of just melting.]
1112 (return)
[ Miers's Chile, vol.
i. p. 415. It is said that the sugar-cane grew at Ingenio, lat. 32 to 33
degs., but not in sufficient quantity to make the manufacture profitable.
In the valley of Quillota, south of Ingenio, I saw some large date palm
trees.]
1112 (return)
[ Miers's Chile, vol. i. p. 415. It's said that sugar cane grew at Ingenio, between lat. 32 and 33 degrees, but not in enough quantity to make production worthwhile. In the valley of Quillota, south of Ingenio, I saw some large date palm trees.]
1113 (return)
[ Bulkeley's and
Cummin's Faithful Narrative of the Loss of the Wager. The earthquake
happened August 25, 1741.]
1113 (return)
[ Bulkeley's and Cummin's Detailed Account of the Loss of the Wager. The earthquake occurred on August 25, 1741.]
1114 (return)
[ Agueros, Desc. Hist.
de Chiloe, p. 227.]
1114 (return)
[Agueros, Desc. Hist. de Chiloe, p. 227.]
1115 (return)
[ Geological
Transactions, vol. vi. p. 415.]
1115 (return)
[ Geological
Transactions, vol. vi. p. 415.]
1116 (return)
[ I have given details
(the first, I believe, published) on this subject in the first edition,
and in the Appendix to it. I have there shown that the apparent exceptions
to the absence of erratic boulders in certain countries, are due to
erroneous observations; several statements there given I have since found
confirmed by various authors.]
1116 (return)
[ I've provided details (the first, I think, published) on this topic in the first edition and in the appendix. I've shown that the supposed exceptions to the absence of erratic boulders in certain countries are the result of mistaken observations; several claims I made there have since been confirmed by various authors.]
1117 (return)
[ Geographical Journal,
1830, pp. 65, 66.]
1117 (return)
[ Geographical Journal, 1830, pp. 65, 66.]
1118 (return)
[ Richardson's Append.
to Back's Exped., and Humboldt's Fragm. Asiat., tom. ii. p. 386.]
1118 (return)
[ Richardson's Append.
to Back's Exped., and Humboldt's Fragm. Asiat., vol. ii, p. 386.]
1119 (return)
[ Messrs. Dease and
Simpson, in Geograph. Journ., vol. viii. pp. 218 and 220.]
1119 (return)
[ Mr. Dease and Mr. Simpson, in the Geographical Journal, vol. viii, pp. 218 and 220.]
1120 (return)
[ Cuvier (Ossemens
Fossiles, tom. i. p. 151), from Billing's Voyage.]
1120 (return)
[ Cuvier (Fossil Remains, vol. i. p. 151), from Billing's Voyage.]
1121 (return)
[ In the former edition
and Appendix, I have given some facts on the transportal of erratic
boulders and icebergs in the Atlantic Ocean. This subject has lately been
treated excellently by Mr. Hayes, in the Boston Journal (vol. iv. p. 426).
The author does not appear aware of a case published by me (Geographical
Journal, vol. ix. p. 528) of a gigantic boulder embedded in an iceberg in
the Antarctic Ocean, almost certainly one hundred miles distant from any
land, and perhaps much more distant. In the Appendix I have discussed at
length the probability (at that time hardly thought of) of icebergs, when
stranded, grooving and polishing rocks, like glaciers. This is now a very
commonly received opinion; and I cannot still avoid the suspicion that it
is applicable even to such cases as that of the Jura. Dr. Richardson has
assured me that the icebergs off North America push before them pebbles
and sand, and leave the submarine rocky flats quite bare; it is hardly
possible to doubt that such ledges must be polished and scored in the
direction of the set of the prevailing currents. Since writing that
Appendix, I have seen in North Wales (London Phil. Mag., vol. xxi. p. 180)
the adjoining action of glaciers and floating icebergs.]
1121 (return)
[In the previous edition and Appendix, I shared some information about how erratic boulders and icebergs are transported in the Atlantic Ocean. Recently, Mr. Hayes wrote an excellent piece on this topic in the Boston Journal (vol. iv. p. 426). However, it seems he is not aware of a case I published (Geographical Journal, vol. ix. p. 528) about a massive boulder found in an iceberg in the Antarctic Ocean, likely situated over one hundred miles from any land, and potentially much farther. In the Appendix, I thoroughly examined the likelihood (at that time not widely considered) of icebergs, when stranded, grooving and polishing rocks, similar to glaciers. This has since become a widely accepted view; I still can't shake the feeling that it might also apply to cases like that of the Jura. Dr. Richardson informed me that the icebergs off North America carry pebbles and sand with them and leave the underwater rocky flats completely exposed; it's hard to doubt that those ledges must be polished and scored in the direction of the prevailing currents. Since writing that Appendix, I have observed the combined effects of glaciers and floating icebergs in North Wales (London Phil. Mag., vol. xxi. p. 180).]
121 (return)
[ Caldeleugh, in
Philosoph. Transact. for 1836.]
121 (return)
[ Caldeleugh, in
Philosoph. Transact. for 1836.]
122 (return)
[ Annales des Sciences
Naturelles, March, 1833. M. Gay, a zealous and able naturalist, was then
occupied in studying every branch of natural history throughout the
kingdom of Chile.]
122 (return)
[ Annales des Sciences
Naturelles, March, 1833. M. Gay, a dedicated and skilled naturalist, was then focused on exploring every aspect of natural history across the kingdom of Chile.]
123 (return)
[ Burchess's Travels,
vol. ii. p. 45.]
123 (return)
[ Burchess's Travels, vol. ii. p. 45.]
124 (return)
[ It is a remarkable
fact, that Molina, though describing in detail all the birds and animals
of Chile, never once mentions this genus, the species of which are so
common, and so remarkable in their habits. Was he at a loss how to
classify them, and did he consequently think that silence was the more
prudent course? It is one more instance of the frequency of omissions by
authors, on those very subjects where it might have been least expected.]
124 (return)
[It's surprising that Molina, despite providing detailed descriptions of all the birds and animals in Chile, never mentions this genus, whose species are so common and have such unique behaviors. Was he unsure about how to classify them, and did he think it was safer to stay silent? This is yet another example of how often authors omit topics where we might least expect it.]
131 (return)
[ Horticultural
Transact., vol. v. p. 249. Mr. Caldeleugh sent home two tubers, which,
being well manured, even the first season produced numerous potatoes and
an abundance of leaves. See Humboldt's interesting discussion on this
plant, which it appears was unknown in Mexico,—in Polit. Essay on
New Spain, book iv. chap. ix.]
131 (return)
[ Horticultural
Transact., vol. v. p. 249. Mr. Caldeleugh sent back two tubers, which,
when well fertilized, produced a lot of potatoes and plenty of leaves in
the first season. Check out Humboldt's fascinating discussion on this
plant, which seems to have been unknown in Mexico,—in Polit. Essay on
New Spain, book iv. chap. ix.]
132 (return)
[ By sweeping with my
insect-net, I procured from these situations a considerable number of
minute insects, of the family of Staphylinidae, and others allied to
Pselaphus, and minute Hymenoptera. But the most characteristic family in
number, both of individuals and species, throughout the more open parts of
Chiloe and Chonos is that of Telephoridae.]
132 (return)
[ By sweeping with my insect net, I collected a significant number of tiny insects from these areas, including those from the Staphylinidae family, as well as others related to Pselaphus and small Hymenoptera. However, the most distinctive family in terms of both the number of individuals and species across the more open areas of Chiloe and Chonos is the Telephoridae.]
133 (return)
[ It is said that some
rapacious birds bring their prey alive to their nests. If so, in the
course of centuries, every now and then, one might escape from the young
birds. Some such agency is necessary, to account for the distribution of
the smaller gnawing animals on islands not very near each other.]
133 (return)
[ It’s said that some greedy birds bring their prey back to their nests while it’s still alive. If that’s true, then over the years, now and then, one of those prey animals could escape from the young birds. Some process must exist to explain the distribution of smaller gnawing animals on islands that aren’t very close to each other.]
134 (return)
[ I may mention, as a
proof of how great a difference there is between the seasons of the wooded
and the open parts of this coast, that on September 20th, in lat. 34
degs., these birds had young ones in the nest, while among the Chonos
Islands, three months later in the summer, they were only laying, the
difference in latitude between these two places being about 700 miles.]
134 (return)
[ I should point out, as evidence of the significant difference between the wooded and open areas of this coast, that on September 20th, at 34 degrees latitude, these birds had chicks in their nests, while in the Chonos Islands, three months later in the summer, they were just starting to lay eggs, with the difference in latitude between these two locations being about 700 miles.]
141 (return)
[ M. Arago in L'Institut,
1839, p. 337. See also Miers's Chile, vol. i. p. 392; also Lyell's
Principles of Geology, chap. xv., book ii.]
141 (return)
[M. Arago in L'Institut, 1839, p. 337. See also Miers's Chile, vol. i. p. 392; also Lyell's Principles of Geology, chap. xv., book ii.]
142 (return)
[ For a full account of
the volcanic phenomena which accompanied the earthquake of the 20th, and
for the conclusions deducible from them, I must refer to Volume V. of the
Geological Transactions.]
142 (return)
[ For a complete description of the volcanic activity that accompanied the earthquake on the 20th, and for the conclusions that can be drawn from it, I refer you to Volume V of the Geological Transactions.]
151 (return)
[ Scoresby's Arctic
Regions, vol. i. p. 122.]
151 (return)
[ Scoresby's Arctic
Regions, vol. i. p. 122.]
152 (return)
[ I have heard it
remarked in Shropshire that the water, when the Severn is flooded from
long-continued rain, is much more turbid than when it proceeds from the
snow melting in the Welsh mountains. D'Orbigny (tom. i. p. 184), in
explaining the cause of the various colours of the rivers in South
America, remarks that those with blue or clear water have there source in
the Cordillera, where the snow melts.]
152 (return)
[ I've heard people say in Shropshire that the water from the Severn is much murkier when it's flooded from extended rainfall than when it flows from the melting snow in the Welsh mountains. D'Orbigny (vol. i, p. 184), while explaining why rivers in South America have different colors, notes that those with blue or clear water originate in the Cordillera, where the snow melts.]
153 (return)
[ Dr. Gillies in Journ.
of Nat. and Geograph. Science, Aug., 1830. This author gives the heights
of the Passes.]
153 (return)
[ Dr. Gillies in Journ. of Nat. and Geograph. Science, Aug., 1830. This author provides the elevations of the passes.]
154 (return)
[ This structure in
frozen snow was long since observed by Scoresby in the icebergs near
Spitzbergen, and, lately, with more care, by Colonel Jackson (Journ. of
Geograph. Soc., vol. v. p. 12) on the Neva. Mr. Lyell (Principles, vol.
iv. p. 360) has compared the fissures by which the columnar structure
seems to be determined, to the joints that traverse nearly all rocks, but
which are best seen in the non- stratified masses. I may observe, that in
the case of the frozen snow, the columnar structure must be owing to a
"metamorphic" action, and not to a process during deposition.]
154 (return)
[ This structure in frozen snow was observed long ago by Scoresby in the icebergs near Spitzbergen, and more recently, with greater attention, by Colonel Jackson (Journ. of Geograph. Soc., vol. v. p. 12) on the Neva. Mr. Lyell (Principles, vol. iv. p. 360) has compared the cracks that seem to create the columnar structure to the joints that run through nearly all rocks, although they are most noticeable in non-stratified formations. I would like to point out that in the case of frozen snow, the columnar structure is due to a "metamorphic" action, rather than a process that occurs during deposition.]
155 (return)
[ This is merely an
illustration of the admirable laws, first laid down by Mr. Lyell, on the
geographical distribution of animals, as influenced by geological changes.
The whole reasoning, of course, is founded on the assumption of the
immutability of species; otherwise the difference in the species in the
two regions might be considered as superinduced during a length of time.]
155 (return)
[ This is just an example of the remarkable principles, originally established by Mr. Lyell, regarding how animals are distributed geographically as affected by geological changes. The entire argument, of course, is based on the belief that species do not change; otherwise, the differences in species between the two regions could be seen as having developed over a long period.]
161 (return)
[ Vol. iv. p. 11, and
vol. ii. p. 217. For the remarks on Guayaquil, see Silliman's Journ., vol.
xxiv. p. 384. For those on Tacna by Mr. Hamilton, see Trans. of British
Association, 1840. For those on Coseguina see Mr. Caldcleugh in Phil.
Trans., 1835. In the former edition I collected several references on the
coincidences between sudden falls in the barometer and earthquakes; and
between earthquakes and meteors.]
161 (return)
[ Vol. iv. p. 11, and
vol. ii. p. 217. For the notes on Guayaquil, see Silliman's Journ., vol.
xxiv. p. 384. For the notes on Tacna by Mr. Hamilton, see Trans. of British
Association, 1840. For the information on Coseguina, see Mr. Caldcleugh in Phil.
Trans., 1835. In the previous edition, I gathered several references about the
connections between sudden drops in the barometer and earthquakes; as well as
between earthquakes and meteors.]
162 (return)
[ Observa. sobre el Clima
de Lima, p. 67.—Azara's Travels, vol. i. p. 381.—Ulloa's
Voyage, vol. ii. p. 28.—Burchell's Travels, vol. ii. p. 524.—Webster's
Description of the Azores, p. 124.—Voyage a l'Isle de France par un
Officer du Roi, tom. i. p. 248.—Description of St. Helena, p. 123.]
162 (return)
[ Observa. about the Climate of Lima, p. 67.—Azara's Travels, vol. i. p. 381.—Ulloa's Voyage, vol. ii. p. 28.—Burchell's Travels, vol. ii. p. 524.—Webster's Description of the Azores, p. 124.—Voyage to the Isle of France by a King's Officer, vol. i. p. 248.—Description of St. Helena, p. 123.]
163 (return)
[ Temple, in his travels
through Upper Peru, or Bolivia, in going from Potosi to Oruro, says, "I
saw many Indian villages or dwellings in ruins, up even to the very tops
of the mountains, attesting a former population where now all is
desolate." He makes similar remarks in another place; but I cannot tell
whether this desolation has been caused by a want of population, or by an
altered condition of the land.]
163 (return)
[ Temple, during his travels through Upper Peru, or Bolivia, while traveling from Potosi to Oruro, says, "I saw many Indian villages or homes in ruins, reaching even to the tops of the mountains, proving there was once a population where now everything is deserted." He makes similar comments elsewhere; but I can't say whether this desolation is due to a lack of people or a changed condition of the land.]
164 (return)
[ Edinburgh, Phil.
Journ., Jan., 1830, p. 74; and April, 1830, p. 258—also Daubeny on
Volcanoes, p. 438; and Bengal Journ., vol. vii. p. 324.]
164 (return)
[ Edinburgh, Phil. Journ., Jan., 1830, p. 74; and April, 1830, p. 258—also Daubeny on Volcanoes, p. 438; and Bengal Journ., vol. vii. p. 324.]
165 (return)
[ Political Essay on the
Kingdom of New Spain, vol. iv. p. 199.]
165 (return)
[Political Essay on the Kingdom of New Spain, vol. iv. p. 199.]
166 (return)
[ A similar interesting
case is recorded in the Madras Medical Quart. Journ., 1839, p. 340. Dr.
Ferguson, in his admirable Paper (see 9th vol. of Edinburgh Royal Trans.),
shows clearly that the poison is generated in the drying process; and
hence that dry hot countries are often the most unhealthy.]
166 (return)
[ A similar interesting case is noted in the Madras Medical Quarterly Journal, 1839, p. 340. Dr. Ferguson, in his excellent paper (see 9th vol. of Edinburgh Royal Transactions), clearly shows that the poison is produced during the drying process; therefore, dry hot countries are often the most unhealthy.]
171 (return)
[ The progress of
research has shown that some of these birds, which were then thought to be
confined to the islands, occur on the American continent. The eminent
ornithologist, Mr. Sclater, informs me that this is the case with the
Strix punctatissima and Pyrocephalus nanus; and probably with the Otus
Galapagoensis and Zenaida Galapagoensis: so that the number of endemic
birds is reduced to twenty- three, or probably to twenty-one. Mr. Sclater
thinks that one or two of these endemic forms should be ranked rather as
varieties than species, which always seemed to me probable.]
171 (return)
[ Research has revealed that some of these birds, once believed to be exclusive to the islands, are also found on the American continent. The well-known ornithologist, Mr. Sclater, informs me that this applies to the Strix punctatissima and Pyrocephalus nanus; and likely to the Otus Galapagoensis and Zenaida Galapagoensis as well. This means the number of endemic birds is down to twenty-three, or possibly twenty-one. Mr. Sclater thinks that one or two of these endemic forms should be considered more as varieties than species, which always seemed probable to me.]
172 (return)
[ This is stated by Dr.
Gunther (Zoolog. Soc. Jan 24th, 1859) to be a peculiar species, not known
to inhabit any other country.]
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[ Dr. Gunther stated (Zoolog. Soc. Jan 24th, 1859) that this is a unique species, not found in any other country.]
173 (return)
[ Voyage aux Quatre Iles
d'Afrique. With respect to the Sandwich Islands, see Tyerman and Bennett's
Journal, vol. i. p. 434. For Mauritius, see Voyage par un Officier, etc.,
part i. p. 170. There are no frogs in the Canary Islands (Webb et
Berthelot, Hist. Nat. des Iles Canaries). I saw none at St. Jago in the
Cape de Verds. There are none at St. Helena.]
173 (return)
[ Voyage to the Four Islands of Africa. For information about the Sandwich Islands, refer to Tyerman and Bennett's Journal, vol. i. p. 434. For Mauritius, see Voyage by an Officer, etc., part i. p. 170. There are no frogs in the Canary Islands (Webb and Berthelot, Hist. Nat. des Iles Canaries). I didn't see any at St. Jago in the Cape Verde Islands. There are also none at St. Helena.]
174 (return)
[ Ann. and Mag. of Nat.
Hist., vol. xvi. p. 19.]
174 (return)
[ Ann. and Mag. of Nat. Hist., vol. xvi. p. 19.]
175 (return)
[ Voyage in the U. S.
ship Essex, vol. i. p. 215.]
175 (return)
[ Journey on the U.S. ship Essex, vol. i. p. 215.]
176 (return)
[ Linn. Trans., vol. xii.
p. 496. The most anomalous fact on this subject which I have met with is
the wildness of the small birds in the Arctic parts of North America (as
described by Richardson, Fauna Bor., vol. ii. p. 332), where they are said
never to be persecuted. This case is the more strange, because it is
asserted that some of the same species in their winter-quarters in the
United States are tame. There is much, as Dr. Richardson well remarks,
utterly inexplicable connected with the different degrees of shyness and
care with which birds conceal their nests. How strange it is that the
English wood- pigeon, generally so wild a bird, should very frequently
rear its young in shrubberies close to houses!]
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[ Linn. Trans., vol. xii. p. 496. The most unusual fact I’ve come across on this topic is the wildness of small birds in the Arctic regions of North America (as described by Richardson, Fauna Bor., vol. ii. p. 332), where they are claimed to never face persecution. This situation is even stranger because some of the same species are said to be tame in their winter habitats in the United States. There is a lot, as Dr. Richardson aptly notes, that is completely puzzling about the different levels of skittishness and caution birds show when hiding their nests. It’s curious that the English wood-pigeon, usually such a wild bird, often raises its young in bushes right beside houses!]
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[ It is remarkable how
the same disease is modified in different climates. At the little island
of St. Helena the introduction of scarlet fever is dreaded as a plague. In
some countries, foreigners and natives are as differently affected by
certain contagious disorders as if they had been different animals; of
which fact some instances have occurred in Chile; and, according to
Humboldt, in Mexico (Polit. Essay, New Spain, vol. iv.).]
191 (return)
[ It's interesting how the same disease can change in different climates. On the small island of St. Helena, the arrival of scarlet fever is feared like a plague. In some places, foreigners and locals are impacted by certain contagious illnesses as if they were completely different species; this has been observed in Chile, and according to Humboldt, in Mexico (Polit. Essay, New Spain, vol. iv.).]
192 (return)
[ Narrative of Missionary
Enterprise, p. 282.]
192 (return)
[ Narrative of Missionary Enterprise, p. 282.]
193 (return)
[ Captain Beechey (chap.
iv., vol. i.) states that the inhabitants of Pitcairn Island are firmly
convinced that after the arrival of every ship they suffer cutaneous and
other disorders. Captain Beechey attributes this to the change of diet
during the time of the visit. Dr. Macculloch (Western Isles, vol. ii. p.
32) says: "It is asserted, that on the arrival of a stranger (at St.
Kilda) all the inhabitants, in the common phraseology, catch a cold." Dr.
Macculloch considers the whole case, although often previously affirmed,
as ludicrous. He adds, however, that "the question was put by us to the
inhabitants who unanimously agreed in the story." In Vancouver's Voyage,
there is a somewhat similar statement with respect to Otaheite. Dr.
Dieffenbach, in a note to his translation of the Journal, states that the
same fact is universally believed by the inhabitants of the Chatham
Islands, and in parts of New Zealand. It is impossible that such a belief
should have become universal in the northern hemisphere, at the Antipodes,
and in the Pacific, without some good foundation. Humboldt (Polit. Essay
on King of New Spain, vol. iv.) says, that the great epidemics of Panama
and Callao are "marked" by the arrival of ships from Chile, because the
people from that temperate region, first experience the fatal effects of
the torrid zones. I may add, that I have heard it stated in Shropshire,
that sheep, which have been imported from vessels, although themselves in
a healthy condition, if placed in the same fold with others, frequently
produce sickness in the flock.]
193 (return)
[ Captain Beechey (chap. iv., vol. i.) mentions that the people of Pitcairn Island are firmly convinced that after every ship arrives, they experience skin issues and other ailments. Captain Beechey believes this is due to the change in their diet during the ship's visit. Dr. Macculloch (Western Isles, vol. ii. p. 32) remarks, "It's said that when a stranger arrives (in St. Kilda), all the residents, as they commonly say, catch a cold." Dr. Macculloch finds this whole idea, though often stated before, to be absurd. However, he notes that "we asked the locals, and they all agreed with the story." In Vancouver's Voyage, there is a similar claim regarding Otaheite. Dr. Dieffenbach, in a note to his translation of the Journal, says that the same belief is widely held by the people of the Chatham Islands and in some regions of New Zealand. It seems improbable that such a belief could become widespread in the northern hemisphere, in the Antipodes, and in the Pacific without some solid basis. Humboldt (Polit. Essay on King of New Spain, vol. iv.) states that major epidemics in Panama and Callao are "triggered" by the arrival of ships from Chile, as the people from that temperate region first suffer the severe effects of the tropical climates. I can also mention that I've heard it said in Shropshire that sheep imported from ships, although healthy themselves, often cause illness in the flock if they are kept in the same pen with others.]
194 (return)
[ Travels in Australia,
vol. i. p. 154. I must express my obligation to Sir T. Mitchell, for
several interesting personal communications on the subject of these great
valleys of New South Wales.]
194 (return)
[ Travels in Australia,
vol. i. p. 154. I want to thank Sir T. Mitchell for sharing several interesting personal insights about these vast valleys of New South Wales.]
195 (return)
[ I was interested by
finding here the hollow conical pitfall of the lion-ant, or some other
insect; first a fly fell down the treacherous slope and immediately
disappeared; then came a large but unwary ant; its struggles to escape
being very violent, those curious little jets of sand, described by Kirby
and Spence (Entomol., vol. i. p. 425) as being flirted by the insect's
tail, were promptly directed against the expected victim. But the ant
enjoyed a better fate than the fly, and escaped the fatal jaws which lay
concealed at the base of the conical hollow. This Australian pitfall was
only about half the size of that made by the European lion-ant.]
195 (return)
[ I was intrigued to find the hollow conical pitfall of the lion-ant, or some other insect. First, a fly fell down the treacherous slope and immediately vanished; then a large but careless ant followed. Its frantic attempts to escape were intense, and those curious little jets of sand, mentioned by Kirby and Spence (Entomol., vol. i. p. 425) as being flicked by the insect's tail, were quickly aimed at the expected target. However, the ant had a better outcome than the fly and managed to avoid the deadly jaws hidden at the bottom of the conical pit. This Australian pitfall was only about half the size of the one created by the European lion-ant.]
196 (return)
[ Physical Description of
New South Wales and Van Diemen's Land, p. 354.]
196 (return)
[ Physical Description of New South Wales and Van Diemen's Land, p. 354.]
201 (return)
[ These Plants are
described in the Annals of Nat. Hist., vol. i., 1838, p. 337.]
201 (return)
[ These plants are described in the Annals of Natural History, vol. 1, 1838, p. 337.]
202 (return)
[ Holman's Travels, vol.
iv. p. 378.]
202 (return)
[ Holman's Travels, vol. iv. p. 378.]
203 (return)
[ Kotzebue's First
Voyage, vol. iii. p. 155.]
203 (return)
[ Kotzebue's First Voyage, vol. iii. p. 155.]
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[ The thirteen species
belong to the following orders:—In the Coleoptera, a minute Elater;
Orthoptera, a Gryllus and a Blatta; Hemiptera, one species; Homoptera,
two; Neuroptera a Chrysopa; Hymenoptera, two ants; Lepidoptera nocturna, a
Diopaea, and a Pterophorus (?); Diptera, two species.]
204 (return)
[ The thirteen species belong to the following orders:—In the Beetles, a tiny Click Beetle; in the Grasshoppers, a Cricket and a Cockroach; in the True Bugs, one species; in the Sap-Sucking Bugs, two; in the Lacewings, a Lacewing; in the Ants, two ants; in the Night-flying Moths, a Moth from the genus Diopaea, and a Moth from the family Pterophoridae (?); in the Flies, two species.]
205 (return)
[ Kotzebue's First
Voyage, vol. iii. p. 222.]
205 (return)
[ Kotzebue's First Voyage, vol. iii. p. 222.]
206 (return)
[ The large claws or
pincers of some of these crabs are most beautifully adapted, when drawn
back, to form an operculum to the shell, nearly as perfect as the proper
one originally belonging to the molluscous animal. I was assured, and as
far as my observations went I found it so, that certain species of the
hermit-crab always use certain species of shells.]
206 (return)
[ The large claws or pincers of some of these crabs are beautifully designed to fit snugly over the shell when pulled back, creating an almost perfect cover, similar to the original one of the mollusk. I was told, and my observations confirmed it, that specific species of hermit crabs always choose certain types of shells.]
207 (return)
[ Some natives carried by
Kotzebue to Kamtschatka collected stones to take back to their country.]
207 (return)
[ Some locals brought by Kotzebue to Kamchatka gathered stones to take back home.]
208 (return)
[ See Proceedings of
Zoological Society, 1832, p. 17.]
208 (return)
[ See Proceedings of Zoological Society, 1832, p. 17.]
209 (return)
[ Tyerman and Bennett.
Voyage, etc. vol. ii. p. 33.]
209 (return)
[ Tyerman and Bennett. Voyage, etc. vol. ii. p. 33.]
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[ I exclude, of course,
some soil which has been imported here in vessels from Malacca and Java,
and likewise, some small fragments of pumice, drifted here by the waves.
The one block of greenstone, moreover, on the northern island must be
excepted.]
2010 (return)
[ I'm excluding, of course, some soil that has been brought here in containers from Malacca and Java, as well as some small pieces of pumice that washed up here with the waves. The one block of greenstone, also, on the northern island should be excluded.]
2011 (return)
[ These were first read
before the Geological Society in May, 1837, and have since been developed
in a separate volume on the "Structure and Distribution of Coral Reefs."]
2011 (return)
[ These were first presented to the Geological Society in May, 1837, and have since been expanded into a separate volume on the "Structure and Distribution of Coral Reefs."]
2012 (return)
[ It is remarkable that
Mr. Lyell, even in the first edition of his "Principles of Geology,"
inferred that the amount of subsidence in the Pacific must have exceeded
that of elevation, from the area of land being very small relatively to
the agents there tending to form it, namely, the growth of coral and
volcanic action.]
2012 (return)
[It's impressive that Mr. Lyell, even in the first edition of his "Principles of Geology," concluded that the amount of subsidence in the Pacific must have been greater than that of elevation, since the land area is very small compared to the forces working to create it, namely, coral growth and volcanic activity.]
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[ It has been highly
satisfactory to me to find the following passage in a pamphlet by Mr.
Couthouy, one of the naturalists in the great Antarctic Expedition of the
United States:—"Having personally examined a large number of
coral-islands and resided eight months among the volcanic class having
shore and partially encircling reefs. I may be permitted to state that my
own observations have impressed a conviction of the correctness of the
theory of Mr. Darwin."- -The naturalists, however, of this expedition
differ with me on some points respecting coral formations.]
2013 (return)
[ I have been very pleased to find the following passage in a pamphlet by Mr. Couthouy, one of the naturalists from the great Antarctic Expedition of the United States:—"After personally examining a large number of coral islands and spending eight months among the volcanic types with shore and partially encircling reefs, I feel I can say that my own observations support Mr. Darwin's theory."—However, the naturalists from this expedition disagree with me on some aspects regarding coral formations.]
211 (return)
[ After the volumes of
eloquence which have poured forth on this subject, it is dangerous even to
mention the tomb. A modern traveller, in twelve lines, burdens the poor
little island with the following titles,—it is a grave, tomb,
pyramid, cemetery, sepulchre, catacomb, sarcophagus, minaret, and
mausoleum!]
211 (return)
[After all the eloquent discussions on this topic, it's risky to even bring up the tomb. A modern traveler summarizes the poor little island with the following terms in just twelve lines—it's a grave, tomb, pyramid, cemetery, sepulchre, catacomb, sarcophagus, minaret, and mausoleum!]
212 (return)
[ It deserves notice,
that all the many specimens of this shell found by me in one spot, differ
as a marked variety, from another set of specimens procured from a
different spot.]
212 (return)
[ It's worth noting that all the various samples of this shell I found in one location differ significantly as a distinct variety from another set of samples collected from a different location.]
213 (return)
[ Beatson's St. Helena.
Introductory chapter, p. 4.]
213 (return)
[ Beatson's St. Helena. Introductory chapter, p. 4.]
214 (return)
[ Among these few
insects, I was surprised to find a small Aphodius (nov. spec.) and an
Oryctes, both extremely numerous under dung. When the island was
discovered it certainly possessed no quadruped, excepting perhaps a mouse:
it becomes, therefore, a difficult point to ascertain, whether these
stercovorous insects have since been imported by accident, or if
aborigines, on what food they formerly subsisted. On the banks of the
Plata, where, from the vast number of cattle and horses, the fine plains
of turf are richly manured, it is vain to seek the many kinds of
dung-feeding beetles, which occur so abundantly in Europe. I observed only
an Oryctes (the insects of this genus in Europe generally feed on decayed
vegetable matter) and two species of Phanaeus, common in such situations.
On the opposite side of the Cordillera in Chiloe, another species of
Phanaeus is exceedingly abundant, and it buries the dung of the cattle in
large earthen balls beneath the ground. There is reason to believe that
the genus Phanaeus, before the introduction of cattle, acted as scavengers
to man. In Europe, beetles, which find support in the matter which has
already contributed towards the life of other and larger animals, are so
numerous that there must be considerably more than one hundred different
species. Considering this, and observing what a quantity of food of this
kind is lost on the plains of La Plata, I imagined I saw an instance where
man had disturbed that chain, by which so many animals are linked together
in their native country. In Van Diemen's Land, however, I found four
species of Onthophagus, two of Aphodius, and one of a third genus, very
abundantly under the dung of cows; yet these latter animals had been then
introduced only thirty-three years. Previous to that time the kangaroo and
some other small animals were the only quadrupeds; and their dung is of a
very different quality from that of their successors introduced by man. In
England the greater number of stercovorous beetles are confined in their
appetites; that is, they do not depend indifferently on any quadruped for
the means of subsistence. The change, therefore, in habits which must have
taken place in Van Diemen's Land is highly remarkable. I am indebted to
the Rev. F. W. Hope, who, I hope, will permit me to call him my master in
Entomology, for giving me the names of the foregoing insects.]
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[ Among these few insects, I was surprised to find a small Aphodius (nov. spec.) and an Oryctes, both very common under dung. When the island was discovered, it definitely had no quadrupeds, except maybe a mouse. This raises a complex question about whether these dung-eating insects were accidentally brought over or if the indigenous people had any different food sources. On the banks of the Plata, where the vast number of cattle and horses enrich the grasslands, I found it pointless to search for the many kinds of dung-feeding beetles that are so plentiful in Europe. I only spotted one Oryctes (which typically feeds on decayed plant matter in Europe) and two species of Phanaeus, which are usual in such areas. On the other side of the Cordillera in Chiloe, another species of Phanaeus is extremely abundant, burying cow dung in large balls underground. It's believed that the genus Phanaeus, before cattle were introduced, used to clean up after humans. In Europe, there are so many beetles that feed on matter that has already supported larger animals, that there must be well over a hundred different species. Considering this, and noting the significant amount of this food that's wasted on the plains of La Plata, I thought I saw an example where humans disrupted the natural connections among various animals in their native habitats. In Van Diemen's Land, however, I found four species of Onthophagus, two of Aphodius, and one from a third genus, all abundantly found under cow dung, even though these cows had only been introduced thirty-three years earlier. Before that, only kangaroos and a few other small animals existed, and their dung is very different from that of the cows brought in by people. In England, most dung beetles have specific food preferences, meaning they don't rely on any quadruped indiscriminately for food. Thus, the change in habits that must have occurred in Van Diemen's Land is quite remarkable. I owe thanks to the Rev. F. W. Hope, who I hope will allow me to call him my teacher in Entomology, for providing the names of the insects mentioned above.]
215 (return)
[ Monats. der Konig.
Akad. d. Wiss. zu Berlin. Vom April, 1845.]
215 (return)
[ Monthly. The King.
Academy of Sciences in Berlin. From April, 1845.]
216 (return)
[ I have described this
Bar in detail, in the Lond. and Edin. Phil. Mag., vol. xix. (1841), p.
257.]
216 (return)
[ I have described this Bar in detail in the London and Edinburgh Philosophical Magazine, volume 19 (1841), page 257.]
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