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Barney Blake, The Boy Privateer

Chapter 8 ROUND THE HORN-THE PATAGONIANS.

Word Count: 4074    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

e watching for us just outside the harbor, determined, if possible, to put a stop to further depredations on British commerce as far as we were concerned. But, on a stormy night in the early part

'-war. The night was so dark that you couldn't see your hand before your face. We just saw her

was immediately bawle

illes," sung out Captain

Hercu

rig

g our breaths, and w

as fired across our bows. But we kept straight on our way without paying the least attention to it. Another shot follo

ied our little captain, getting in considerab

trike her fair and broad in the starboard bow. We gave her one more compliment of a similar character, and then k

at work, as a consequence. It let up, however, when we had reached a latitude far down the coast. We here had the

avenue. There was more danger attended by this route than by the Horn, as it was quite probable that we should meet some armed vessel of the enemy. In view of this probability, Capta

est ship that floats. It is a wild and dreary scene. On both sides of the straits the character of the shore is eminently precipitous and inhospitable. The great cliffs of black granite rise from the wate

ess scenes, is one that can never be effaced. One of the first queries which one makes to himself is, "How can

en them, and away they went, vanishing inland. These South American ostriches are not quite so large as their brothers of tropical Africa; but they seem to be stronger. Their legs are much thicker, and their wings are so small as hardly to appear at all, being conc

ew strong during the night, and was so cold that we suffered considerably. The next morning a boat expedition was started, to obtain some wood. I was along, and

y cliffs on either side; and I felt a sensation of loneliness and awe creep over me as the ship was shut from our view. The very waters through which we glided appeared black and somber-there was nothing of the glad

human inhabitants for the first

s their brethren of Patagonia. In fact, they are rather below than abov

said, "they are incomprehensible; and as

i-subterraneous, and are partially dressed in th

days. One of the young lady Terra del Fuegans, who appeared to be quite a "belle" among her companions, took quite a fancy to me. She examined my hands with wonder, but, upon pushing up my sleeve and viewing the whiteness of my arm, she was much struck at my appearance, and greeted me with a torrent of questions in her native lingo, which must surpass the Chinese in incomprehensibility, I think. These people are not devoid of a certain frankness of expression, which commends them to the notice of the stranger. They have a mild, placid look, but, when angry, give tokens of the most furious tempers. They are armed with bows and arrows and rude spears, and live to a large extent upon fish and shell-fish. The latter are procurable in large numbers, and the former are

e comment of "waywoo nexel," which, by a free translation, may be rendered into "What is it good for?" "It is pretty, but wor

or crooked for a hook to hang dried fish on. And it was, therefore, far more val

had ever seen a ship, but, by some intuitive faculty, they seemed to conjecture that we hadn't come all the way from the other side of the world in the long boat-that there must be a vessel of lar

te a lad-to accompany us. He got in at the bow, we followed, and pushed off,

gradually wore off, and he began to clap his hands and utter wild exclamations at everything he saw. When on board of the ship, he danced about in perfect ecstasy. We had a great deal of fun with him, and the captain offered him a glass of

ed westward through the straits. In two days we arrived at the western extremity, w

d many animals on the rocks, I, together with several others, provided myself with

dreary sort of dingle or ravine, surrounded by frowning rocks and ragged trees. I hastened forward to secure my prey, but, just as I was bending down to pick it up, a deep growl startled me, and upon looking up I perceived a monstrous gray wolf, who was approaching me with a hungry and ferocious aspect. Almost immediately I perceived several more of the same ugly customers approaching

nd, on account of the lowness of the tree. I straddled the crotch, and my feet swung, at most, only six feet from terra firma, and there wasn't much chance of standing on my feet without dropping my gun. I was debating the grave question in my mind as to whether the wolves were spry enough to leap as high as my feet, when the biggest "varmint" among them dissolved all dubiousness on the subject by taking a short run and a

imagine anything more ridiculously lonesome and desolate than a Yankee tar treed in the middle of Terra del Fuego by a pack of unr

ammunition; and the idea occurred to me that, as the wolves were hungry, I ha

ieces-for many mouths make light work, as well as many hands. As soon as this was disposed of I shot another, which was also instantly devoured. So I went on, knocking them down as fast as I could reload, and rarely missing my aim. But the voracity of the infernal brutes seemed to have no end, and fresh squads kept coming in from every side, until I began to think that it wa

rovidence, they did at last hear me, and I was saved. I shall never forget the thrill of deep joy with which I heard their encouraging cheer, as they advanced to the rescue, over the summit of the eastern ridge. They numbered a dozen stout fellows, eac

volleys into the bewildered wolves, who now began to scatter in e

ntures; but they had to support me to the boat, as I was so weak from the cram

del Fuego. The next morning we sailed northw

e arrived at Wellington Island. This is a long, narrow, almost herbless island on the western coast, about midway between the Island of Chiloe and the western extremity of the Straits of Magellan. There is quite an archipelago here, th

es and guanacos (a wool-growing beast, a sort of Patagonian llama) that roam the wastes, many of which we saw, even on the coast, which is rocky and bold. You can't say much for the climate, even in antithesis to Terra del Fuego. It is simply, universally, equably wretched. It rains

ving them, which we were glad to improve. The coast of this remote region was not visited in those days, except at rare intervals. Some few adventurous naviga

qual to the Caucasian race in point of physique. As in the case of the Terra del Fuegans, the men and women dress alike, are of almost equal hight, and are with difficulty distinguished from each other. They dress in long, loose robes, reaching nearly to the feet. They are excellent horsemen, and skillful hunters with their spears. They are also expert with the bow and arrow. The principal game consists of horses (large herds of which range the country), ostriches and guanacos, which we have already described as being a species of llama. Besides these, there is a species of hare, several kinds of edible birds, and shellfish are most abundant on all parts of the coast. The latter is one of the principal articles of food, and the manner of obtaining the oysters, clams and mussels is excessively primitive. The women dive for them. As the climate is very cold, the p

o their brethren of the Cape. Their voices are sometimes of surprising sweetness, although the language they use is harsh and unmusical. They are usually of a mild and serene temperament, but, when thoroughly aroused, exhibit passions of an ungovernable

emporary occupation, less substantial than those of the Fuegans, but, from

of a useful character, for which they were duly grateful. In return, they

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