THE GRANARY OF THE REPUBLIC
The heart of Chile lies in the great central valley which extends south
from Santiago, through Concepción and beyond, for a distance of almost
six hundred miles. It lies between the Andes and the less lofty range
of mountains that follows the coast line. This used to be Chile almost,
but the development of the nitrate industry to the north has made that
section of much greater importance than formerly. The climate in this
valley is delightful, neither too cold nor too wet, and its nearness to
the charms of the capital has made it an attractive dwelling place for
the Chilenos for several centuries. The climate is very similar to that
of California. The same crops and fruits are raised in both places, and
the conditions of farming are also very much the same.
After leaving Santiago the railroad passes through numerous orchards
and extensive vineyards which grow around this proud city. Over the
fences of mud and stone trail the branches of peach trees, and along the
roads stretch eternal rows of solemn poplars and stiff clumps of the
eucalyptus. The waters of the Maipo ripple along near the track. There is
an appearance of enterprise and industry everywhere. Great carts drawn by
oxen, some of them with solid wheels like those of Pharaoh’s time, are
lined up at every station, as well as pack mules awaiting their burdens.
As a contrast a luxurious French or Italian automobile may be seen. Fine
_estancia_ buildings surrounded by vineyards loom up prominently along
the route, while, as a contrast, are the rude buildings inhabited by the
peons, which show absolutely no advance over centuries ago. There is the
same contrast in farming methods. Rude ploughs which merely scratch the
ground may be seen at work nearer to outfits which are strictly modern.
The valley varies in its outline, for in places the surrounding mountains
press in and diminish its width. Numerous streams which have their origin
in the Andes cut across it, and their milky-white waters restlessly
rush onward to the sea. Among these are the Cachopoal, Maraquito, the
Bueno, the Maule and the Claro (clear), whose waters are more transparent
than the others. The altitude becomes lower and the temperature
correspondingly warmer. On the eastern side the lofty volcanoes of Maipo
and its companions are plainly in sight. Cattle may be seen grazing on
the rougher lands, while great fields of wheat and other grains grow
in the more tillable portions. At the stations farther down girls, who
show by the darkened complexion their admixture with the Indians, offer
baskets of all shapes and sizes, from one the size of a pea, to the
passengers as souvenirs. In this admixture the natives have conquered the
would-be conquerors.
One of the most important places passed is Talca, which is one of the
largest cities of Chile. It has plenty of rainfall and is surrounded by
wheat farms. It has a very pretty plaza, and is ornamented with some
statuary brought from Peru at the time of the war with that country.
Two snow-clad volcanoes lift their hoary heads to the skies on the
eastern horizon, although at a considerable distance. It is situated at
a distance of about one hundred and fifty miles from the capital. The
streets are many of them lined with poplars, and magnolia trees lend
their fragrance. Vegetables and fruits grown here are of the finest, and
the inhabitants of Talca are able to live on the good things of life
after approved fashion.
As old as is this valley, there is still much undeveloped land in it.
This land is partly covered with the bramble or other scrub growth. The
only trees to be seen for hundreds of miles are those that have been
planted. Some of the soil is very rich, while some is stony and hard
to cultivate. Where irrigation has been developed the soil responds
readily to the hand of the agriculturalist. The silt carried down from
the mountains by the streams acts as a fertilizer when deposited on
the surface of the valley. South of the Bio-Bio River no irrigation is
employed, or is necessary. The coast range gradually becomes lower until
it disappears. Evergreen trees take the place of the common forms of
deciduous trees. The Rio Itata is quite an important stream, but all
the rivers of this valley fade in importance by the side of the famous
Bio-Bio. Up to 1884 this river was the frontier boundary, all the land
beyond being under the sway of the Araucanian Indians, who were a sturdy
and independent tribe. Many battles have been fought near this stream
with the Indians, who resisted Spain and the succeeding republic for more
than three hundred years. The iron horse has now crossed it and opened up
the regions beyond, although all of the southern section has a much newer
appearance than that on the other side of the river. The newer towns
remind one very much of the frontier communities in the United States.
Many of them are settlements of Europeans, and some of them have had
hard struggles for existence. Onward the route leads through Victoria,
Temuco, and Valdivia to Puerto Montt, a port and the last town of any
importance until Punta Arenas is reached. It is also beyond what might be
termed the valley proper. Nearly all of this region is extremely fertile,
and contains some of the richest land in the republic. It only needs
irrigation in the north, and a clearing of the forests in the southern
portions, to make it blossom with wheat and other valuable grains for
the support of mankind. From the orange groves of Santiago to the apple
orchards of Temuco this valley ought to be one immense garden.
[Illustration: A PLANTATION OWNER.]
This great central valley is parcelled out among large landowners, many
of whom own almost princely estates. As agriculture has always been
the chief occupation of the Chilenos, fully one-half of the population
being engaged in it, these estates have been held in the same family for
generations in many instances. A farm of a thousand acres is small, and
there are many which number thirty or forty thousand acres. Upon the
product of these broad acres the owner lives in luxury almost like the
feudal lords of old. Hundreds of peons work on the _haciendas_, just as
their forefathers did before them, and they really form a small army of
retainers, who used to be ready to fight the battles of the _hacendado_
at a moment’s call. Now they work for them for small wages, and are
always in debt. So long as they are indebted to the master they can be
compelled to remain and work it out.
Irrigation has been considerably developed in some parts. Each
_hacendado_ is a subscriber to or shareholder in an irrigation canal.
These have been constructed at a great expense and are protected by very
strict laws. They consist of main canals starting well up among the
hills, and are pierced by many small outlets, called _regadores_. Each
of these has an outlet of a fixed number of litres per second. The fields
are traversed by parallel and intersecting smaller channels, and the
water is thus conducted from place to place. Movable dams of canvas stop
the flow into these intersecting channels, so that the amount flowing can
be regulated as the needs require.
[Illustration: DRAWING AN AMERICAN THRESHER.]
It is seldom that one will see fences of wire or boards, for most of
the estates are hemmed in with walls of stone. The absence of barns
on the landscape is a striking feature, and the only buildings of any
size are the low, rambling structures which form the residence of the
_hacendado_, his _administrador_, and other heads. These usually consist
of one-storied buildings, which are built around a central _patio_,
and have wide porches floored with brick. The _patios_ are laid out
in pretty little gardens, in which the palm is sure to have its part
in the attempt at ornamentation. Great avenues of lofty trees usually
run out in every direction along the roads or irrigation channels. The
most of the estates are fairly well kept, for the Chileans are quite
progressive agriculturalists. One will find on many of these great farms
the very latest of farming implements, including steam or gasoline
tractors for certain phases of the work. Especially is this true of their
harvesting machinery, which includes the latest North American patterns.
But in one respect there are some antiquated features, and that is in
transportation. If animal power is employed it is almost invariably oxen,
and not horses or mules. They plough the ground, haul the timber, and
behind them the thousands of bushels of grain produced in this valley are
conveyed to market. These animals are yoked by the horns, which seems a
very cruel way to treat these humble but faithful servants of man. It
looks to the onlooker as though every jar of the great carts must give
pain to the oxen, and oftentimes their eyes seem almost darting from
their heads.
The vineyards of this valley cover thousands of acres, for the Chileans
drink wine as the Germans drink beer. A meal without the white or red
contents of a long-necked bottle would be incomplete. The vines are
dwarfed, and are planted in rows five or six feet apart. In many cases
they are trained upon wires, and the vineyards are not unlike those
in some parts of France. The abundance of a certain species of snail
is said to be one of the worst enemies of vitaculture. The Chilean
wines, both red and white, have quite a reputation, and the exports are
increasing each year.
The abundance of dogs about these Chilean _haciendas_ impresses the
traveller. The Chilenos are very fond of these animals, and everybody
seems to keep many of them. Most of them are obliged to forage for a
living. They naturally become rather unsavoury scavengers under such
circumstances. It is not advisable to approach a farm, especially at
night, without being accompanied by some one connected with the place,
as the dogs seem to consider it their duty to protect the household from
intrusion. Furthermore, the people living there are free to fire at any
unauthorized person, because of the prevalence of petty thieving.
Temuco is at a distance of a little less than five hundred miles from
Santiago. It is situated on the Cautin River, and is the capital of the
province of that name. Only thirty years old, this city already has a
population of twelve thousand, and covers about as much space as an
American town of the same size. Like an American town, also, its houses
are mostly of wood, a striking contrast to the older towns, farther down
the valley toward the capital. Although the temperature becomes quite
cold here at times the houses are built without chimneys, for the people
believe that fires are unhealthful. Churches, clubs and hotels have been
built, and there are saloons where almost pure alcohol is dished out to
the poor peons.
Back into the wilderness from here and other places the government has
pushed short spurs of railroads in order to open it up. The government
locates the stations and lays out the lots, which are sold at low prices
to actual settlers. The lands round about are sold at auction in good
sized blocks of fifteen hundred acres or more. This land will bring from
one to twelve dollars per hectare (about two and a quarter acres). A farm
of two thousand acres of choice land could probably be secured for five
thousand dollars in United States currency. The sales are generally made
upon the basis of one-third cash, and the balance is distributed over a
period of years. The only provision exacted by the government is that
the purchaser must fence in his newly-acquired possessions, but this is
oftentimes a great expense. This land when heavily stocked with cattle
is said to yield very good returns.
A few years ago every new immigrant was promised one hundred acres of
land, a team of oxen, a barrel of nails and enough boards to build
a small house. He was also advanced the money necessary for his
transportation. All of this had to be repaid, however, and the land alone
was the only actual gift. Under these terms many Germans were induced to
come to this land of promise. Many of these settlers have done well, and
some towns, such as Valdivia and Puerto Montt, are largely German cities.
The first German settlers arrived about 1850, and they continued to
come in considerable numbers for the next decade. The first emigrants
arrived in the German barque _Hermann_, after a journey of one hundred
and twenty days from Hamburg. She brought seventy men, ten women and five
children. They had been lured by the promises of an immigration agent who
described the country as flowing with milk and honey. When they arrived
everything was in hopeless confusion, for titles were uncertain and the
country was an almost unbroken forest. The colonists began work under
these discouraging conditions and the face of the country soon showed
alteration. Puerto Montt was founded, and a good road built through the
trackless and swampy woodland to Lake Llanquihue. The influx of Germans
has continued even to this day, and many will be found who can speak no
other tongue than that of the Vaderland.
On the journey from Santiago to Puerto Montt no less than a dozen
provinces are passed. Many of these are comparatively small, such as
O’Higgins, which is about the size of Delaware, to Llanquihue, which
corresponds with our own state of Indiana. Most of them run from the
Andes to the coast, but Arauco and Maule are purely coast provinces. The
names of the provinces in this section, and their order beginning with
the one adjoining the province of Santiago, are as follows:—O’Higgins,
Colchagua, Curico, Talca, Maule, Linares, Nuble, Concepción, Bio-Bio,
Arauco, Malleco, Cautin, Valdivia, and Llanquihue.
Along the coast between Puerto Montt and Valparaiso are several ports of
more or less importance. Among these are Constitucion, situated at the
mouth of the River Talcahuano, and Coronel. The latter is the Newcastle
of Chile, for it is in the midst of many coal mines. Many of these mines
run out under the Pacific for long distances. The seams of coal are from
three to five feet thick. They are under a strata of slate and shale,
which is so compact as to be absolutely water-tight. It is a strange
experience to run out in these mines, which form a veritable catacomb
of corridors and chambers, and realize that perhaps at that very moment
some of the great ocean steamers are majestically sailing the blue waters
directly over you. I know of no similar mines except those of Whitehaven,
England, where the galleries run out several miles under the sea and seem
to be headed for the Isle of Man.
Lota is also another mining town on this same bay, and is a town of
about fifteen thousand people. This city and Coronel are really twin
ports. Lota was founded by Matias Cousiño, who opened up the mines and
established smelter works in 1855. The company owns a large amount of
property and employs several thousand men. It furnishes huts, free
medical attendance, a church, schools and a hospital for its employees.
The sight of this town is the wonderful palace built by his widow,
which was constructed at a cost of many thousands of dollars. It is a
_château_ of white Italian marble, and stands in the centre of a French
landscape garden. There are ravines, fountains, statuary, arbours,
terraces, grottoes, artificial lakes and a small zoological exhibit on
the grounds. It blends French and English landscape gardening with some
original ideas. Few country homes in Europe can compare with it. It is
said that all the material was brought from France in the Señora Doña
Isadora Goyenecheo de Cousiño’s own ships, and the interior is adorned
with fine furniture and decorations by famous French artists. Cousiño
Park at Lota has become the pride of Chile.
By far the most important town is Concepción, also in the coal district,
and which is known as the southern capital. It has had many serious
struggles with the Indians, gaunt famine and the still more terrible
earthquake. It is really a fine city of about fifty thousand inhabitants.
The last serious earthquake occurred in 1835, when nearly the whole town
was destroyed. It is situated on the banks of the Bio-Bio River, and
has for its port Talcahuano at the mouth of that river. Talcahuano has
a splendid harbour, and is better protected than Valparaiso, as it is
sheltered by the island of Quiriquina. Whaling ships now leave it for the
Antarctic seas and bring back considerable oil and whalebone. There is
a factory here for the manufacture and refining of whale oil. It is the
Chilean Annapolis, as it is the principal naval harbour, with arsenals
and dockyards, and is also the site of a naval school. It will eventually
be the Pacific terminus of a transcontinental railroad running to Bahia
Blanca, in Argentina.
Concepción is the supply centre of Southern Chile, and does a large
wholesale business as well as some manufacturing on a small scale.
Quite a foreign colony is found there, and there are as good clubs and
hotels as in Valparaiso, its northern rival. It has forgotten all about
earthquakes and has risen above its former disasters. It is arranged very
much as other Chilean cities. There is an alameda bordered with poplars,
and there is a plaza. Lord Cochrane (pronounced Coch-rah-ne by the
Chileans), and Admiral O’Higgins are remembered in the nomenclature of
the streets. You can sit under municipal vines and fig-trees, or the pear
or cherry loaded with blossoms, if you happen to be there in September.
The markets are overflowing with fine vegetables, such as cauliflower,
lettuce, artichokes, carrots, radishes, potatoes, cabbage, etc., etc.
Indian faces are very numerous at the market and on the streets. Bands
play two or three nights in the week and the music is good. The flat
plain on which the town is situated is not especially beautiful, but
it gives unlimited opportunity for growth, and the Bio-Bio, especially
when at flood, is an impressive stream. The galvanized iron used so
extensively in construction does not add much to the beauty of the town.
As Southern Chile develops, Concepción becomes of greater and greater
importance, and it has a steady and healthy increase each year.
Osorno is a thriving city a little ways inland on a branch of the Rio
Bueno, and was a place of considerable importance in the Spanish days.
Corral is at the mouth of the river that leads back to Valdivia, a dozen
miles inland. It has a trade of considerable importance with the other
ports, and is distant from Valparaiso almost five hundred miles. The
coast is not so densely wooded as farther south, and the tide is not more
than one-fourth as high on the average. Puerto Montt is a prosperous
and progressive little town situated on Reloncavi Bay. It has a well
protected harbour and enjoys a considerable trade in lumber, wheat and
leather. The lofty Andes are plainly visible on a clear day, especially
the volcano Cabulco, which is only twenty-two miles distant. A half
century ago this port had a commerce of considerable value and was even
then exporting food products, although its population did not much exceed
a couple of thousand.
[Illustration: VIEW OF PUERTO MONTT.
Courtesy of Bulletin of the Pan American Union.]
There are innumerable islands, which lie close to the mainland, from
Puerto Montt to the Fuegian Archipelago. The largest of these is Chiloé,
which is a hundred miles long by from thirty to fifty miles in width.
It is generally considered to be one of the sloppiest islands in the
world, for that was the reputation the naturalist Darwin gave it, and his
opinion has been corroborated many times. Its length runs parallel to the
mainland, from which it is separated by a quite broad bay. The shores
are generally wild and rather inhospitable. If one lands any place,
excepting where a settler is located, the dense growth will be found
almost impenetrable, with all branches dripping with moisture, and only
an occasional sunbeam being able to push its way through the openings
in the evergreen shrubbery. Moss-covered bogs abound in which one may
sink to the waist in the mire. On this moist land everything grows with
wonderful rapidity that does not require a great amount of sunshine.
Moss, yards in length, and of great delicacy and beauty, hangs from the
branches, while ferns and polypodia scramble up the trunks. Beautifully
scalloped lichens, in brown and gold and lavender, decorate the fallen
trees wherever they can take hold, and fungi covers the larger trees.
Tough-fibred climbers of great length also decorate the trees. They are
oftentimes employed to tie up the fences instead of nails, and are also
used in weaving some of the beautiful baskets made by the natives. Brooms
made of it are likewise exported. This dense growth abounds everywhere,
with the exception of barren pampas which sometimes stretch for a quarter
of a mile or so. Cattle will sometimes wander into these thick meshes,
and no one but an Indian accustomed to the tangle can penetrate with
anything like facility in their efforts to find the recalcitrant animals.
Several thousand Indians dwell on this large island. They have been
semi-civilized for two or three centuries. They seem to have been less
warlike than the Araucanians on the mainland. Their clothing is modelled
somewhat after that of the _rotos_, for nearly all sport a white cotton
or linen shirt, which is oftentimes worn under the gaily-coloured
indigo-dyed _poncho_. The shoes are generally simply made of a piece of
raw oxhide fastened to the feet with thongs of leather. Their houses
are the very simplest of contrivances. The family that starves does so
only through indifference. Land is cheap and nature productive. Most of
them live near the seacoast or rivers, where fish are very abundant,
and edible wild-fowl of many kinds, including ducks, geese and pigeons,
are easy to capture. The forests yield a number of wild fruits and
vegetables. Among the wild fruits may be mentioned strawberries of a
delicious flavour, and a species of myrtle which bears a palatable
berry. The fruit of the luma, or kow-chow, is very abundant, and is
used in making a fermented liquor much used by the natives. They have
remained as poor as when the Spaniards came, and the population has
actually decreased in the last century. This island, as well as others,
was a feudal holding and the tyranny of the proprietors and abuses of
the merchants account for that. Justice and humanity were frequently
unknown terms. Churches are not wanting, for at one place nineteen can be
counted on islands and mainland when the weather is clear. The church is
always an important and conspicuous building in every community. A few
colonists, German, French and British, have located on this island, and
have succeeded in carving a home out of the wilderness if sufficiently
industrious. Nevertheless many of them have endured great hardships. The
Chilean government brought them over but had neglected to provide the
necessary roads.
Chiloé is the name of a province composed entirely of islands.
In addition to the large island just described, it includes the
archipelagoes of Chonos and Guaytecas, and embraces altogether no less
than a thousand islands. Many of them contain only a few inhabitants,
although the natural characteristics are similar to Chiloé itself. There
are several towns on Chiloé. One of them is Chacao, which, for two
hundred years, was the principal port. It was founded in 1567, but was
practically abandoned three hundred years later. Castro was the capital
until it was transferred to Ancud in 1834. These towns were plundered by
Dutch freebooters and also destroyed by earthquakes. Ancud is situated
pleasantly, but the bay seems to be filling up so that large vessels have
to anchor several miles out at sea. Lord Cochrane once attacked this town
and wrested it from the Spaniards. Living in this town is very cheap, for
the necessities of life can be purchased in the ample market at very low
prices. South of Ancud there is only one town of importance, Mellinca,
on the Guaytecas archipelago. With the exception of Punta Arenas it is
the most southerly settlement of any size in Chile. To-day it is much
less important than formerly, although still somewhat of a village with
probably less than a thousand population. The first establishment in
these towns is usually a distillery of aguardiente (brandy), and its
product is not a good friend of either native or settler.
The life both in air and water is very abundant. The sea is most lavish
in life of all kinds, and can furnish an almost exhaustless supply of
food for those living farther north. The robalo is a Chilean fish of fine
flavour. The corbina, which is as large as a good-sized cod, is another
good species. The pege-ruge is a sort of smelt, and the herrings abound
in countless numbers. Oyster beds too are numerous. They are all natural
beds, however, but systematic farming might make them as good as those
along our own Atlantic coast. Other mussels and edible crabs of several
species abound.
With such an abundance of sea life it is only natural that birds of the
fishing tribe should be plentiful. Huge pelicans, those dirty, unwieldy
birds, are attracted here by this abounding life. Cormorants are equally
numerous, as they are all along this coast. Penguins are also found
here. The grube, whose skin is in such demand, is also quite common.
The Antarctic goose is abundant, and the white gander on guard is a
rather beautiful black and white bird. He always occupies some prominent
rocky point, keeping watch and guard over his mate intent upon domestic
duties. Insect life is also very busy, and a red bee almost as large as
some humming-birds is especially characteristic of this region. It flies
rapidly and hovers around among the flowers almost like the humming-bird.
Opposite Chiloé, on the mainland, is the Palena River, the largest river
in Chile. The excessive rains and melting snows from the lofty peaks,
which are plainly visible when the mists have cleared away, keep the
banks filled with water. Every cloud that sweeps in from the Pacific
comes down in rain as soon as it encounters the mountains. The slopes
are dotted with wood clear up to the snow-line. The woods here, as well
as elsewhere, are seemingly impenetrable. There are many flowering trees
which add their beauty to the scene. A tall cane from which the Indians
used to make spears grows in great confusion almost everywhere. It grows
in great stools like giant bunches of rushes. The genii of vegetation
takes possession of the riches of the ground. The beautiful green of
the Chilean pine predominates. The mouth of the river is a stretch of
delta. Of course it cannot compare with the streams on the Atlantic
coast, but it is a striking river. Dancing mountain streams join it here
and there—sometimes with a leap from the hills, thus forming numerous
cascades. These white streaks of the cascades are visible on the mountain
slopes in many places. The mists keep shifting and shimmering around
the various peaks,—now revealing and again hiding the silent glens or
gullies. The abundance of wooding oftentimes almost overcomes the
beholder with the helplessness of humanity in such a region. The north
winds which bring the rains are usually warm, while the south winds which
blow up from the Antarctic regions are dry and cold. These and the west
winds, which have such a stretch of sea to blow over, bring the worst
storms, for they are not impeded for thousands of miles.
These facts lead one to speculate on the possibilities of timber
development in Chile. This republic probably contains almost as great
a proportion of wooded land as any country in the world. From the
Straits to Valdivia it is almost an unbroken forest. The trees are
sometimes almost covered with parasites. In places they are almost
matted together with the climbing bamboo, and at others they are covered
with soft cushions of the graceful liverworts and green mosses. In the
extreme southern part of the republic the trees become more stunted and
gnarled, and are not large enough to be of commercial value for lumber
purposes. This primeval forest probably extended along the coast as far
as Valparaiso, since that place was originally selected as a seaport
because the rich woods near at hand afforded material for shipbuilding.
Those forests have entirely disappeared. In the southern part of the
central valley they are being ruthlessly destroyed. It is simply cut
down and burned, while the republic as a whole imports hundreds of
thousands of dollars’ worth of timber products from other countries. It
is quite probable that an important lumber industry is still awaiting
development in Southern Chile. Much of it will certainly be valuable
for wood pulp if for nothing else, so that of the making of books and
periodicals there may still be no end. The dangerous nature of the coast
may make navigation perilous. The Pacific Ocean down there is not always
so pacific and peaceful as farther north. The change is felt soon after
leaving Valparaiso on the journey southward bound.
Chilean Patagonia, which stretches along the Pacific coast for five
hundred miles, is little known, but it is a region of wild beauty.
It is a perfect labyrinth of channels and islands, to which there is
an entrance at each end, and one near the centre through the Gulf of
Trinidad. These entrances are through narrow channels which are difficult
to find, as they are so similar to other channels which lead into
_cul-de-sacs_. Powerful currents and cross-currents rush through these
contracted channels, so that vessels have to make them at full speed or
run the risk of being dashed helplessly upon the rocky barriers. Once
within the enclosure, however, the waters are calm even when the most
violent storms rage outside. Terrific rains which are veritable deluges
frequently fall, and impenetrable mists at times enshroud everything. The
barometer moves up and down by leaps and bounds. Suddenly a rift will
appear in the clouds, denoting the breaking of the storm, and the blue
sky and bright sun will be revealed. Then the scenery becomes glorious
in its radiant beauty—an amphitheatre of overhanging mountains with
glittering snow-dad crests against a sky of dazzling blue. Then all about
will be seen little islets, covered with trees and bushes of brilliant
green and flowers of many hues.
In spite of the snow-clad mountains the temperature is usually not
extreme. The jungles will rival the Amazonian jungles. It is a perfect
compress of hollys, ferns, beeches, orchids, vines and countless thorny
bushes. It is indeed
“The silent wilderness,
Where the soul need not repress
Its music, lest it should not find
An echo in another’s mind.”
The surface is a spongy mass, and a foothold less than knee deep is rare.
This exuberant vegetation is caused by the excessive moisture which
is here precipitated. Flower-bearing bushes are numerous, and genuine
field daisies are as plentiful in places as on a New England meadow.
Cataracts are everywhere in sight and mark the mountain sides like long
white streaks. At times when the boat is near the shore their roar can be
heard. An occasional wreck may be sighted, but more of them lie unseen,
buried beneath countless fathoms of water, for the shore descends down
in an almost perpendicular line to fathomless depths. Few vessels thread
these narrows, but it is a sight never to be forgotten by one who has had
the privilege of making the trip.
The future of this great undeveloped region remains to be seen. At
present there are no inhabitants, except occasionally a stray settlement
of Indians. Exploring itself is no child’s play, and there are still
tracts of untrodden forest, although the government has had numerous
surveying parties in the field. The boundary commission has done a great
deal in making this territory better understood. It differs widely from
the broad reaches of pampa of Argentine Patagonia, where rain is scant
and desert stretches are not uncommon. When development has taken place
it may far exceed in fertility and wealth the eastern slopes, and the
broad leagues of rich plain between the Andes and the Atlantic Ocean.