Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1888-08-17
A SOUTH AMERICAN SCENE.
Inc treat salt Plains of the Interior
Troops of Flamingoes.

Inc treat salt Trims OF tnc inteflOr@
Troops of Flamingoes.
Twas 2 O'Clock in the afternoon; Loan
nee marched at the head of our little
troop. ooh, look! look at the snow!''
he exclaimed, at the moment when leav-
ing the valley of Condors, we were about
to enter the plain. Snow in the month
of March in the southern hemisphere
We thought our companion must have
had a sudden sunstroke; that would not
have been at all impossible, for the heat
in this valley was torrid-if n might
give the name valley to the large open
ing bordered with enormous rocks whose
broken fragments strewed the ground as
if to hinder us in our march, and keep
us longer in this cursed pass, where veg
citation is only represented by gigantic
lichens, whose silvery threads could
hardly be distinguished from the gray
ish mass of rock to which they chung.
"Are you crazy, Loannec, cried
Charles.
Dame, you can see for yourselves.
If that is not snow it certainly looks ex-
actly like it; though as you get closer it
is not cold at all"
The thermometer marked 70 degs.
Scarcely had we rejoined our comrade
when we uttered a simultaneous cry of
establishment. Right before us, bounded
only by the horizon, stretched IN i'm
mense plain of dazzling whiteness, whose
surface sparkled under the bright rays of
the sun. Any one would have sworn
that it was snow. Without uttering a
word, so overwhelming was our aston
,.l,.,.% ,-, ,,.,,o1 - Do,1-s- ,,,.l -,
air Of mute interrogation. Il have
found out what it is" cried Lawrence
lit Is cotton"
But where are the cotton pickers?'
"Ges, that is true-they are nowhere
to be seen"
The ''Vaquero" laughed in his sleeve;
he thoroughly enjoyed our astonlshment.
1--WE are about to enter the great salt
plains he said finally, when he thought
our patience had been sufficiently tested.
The salt plainsl Don Cabral had
spoken to us of them when we were dis
cussing our journey at the ~estancia of las
Jarrillas; but IL imagination had never
pictured any landscape as %grandiose in
its uniformity. As far as the eve could
reach, extended an ocean Of salt, white
and sparkling as nov Not a shadow
on this panorama, which reminded me
Of the immense steppes of Siberia, when
winter has spread her immaculate wind
ing sheet over that kingdom of death
and silence. Not a spot which could
break the monotonv. "Come-en-
courage continued Barlejo. lit is a
vile place to cross under the broiling sun,
which is hot enough to roast an OK, but
we must get over it before nightfall, for
even if we sacrifice our horses we could
not think of camping on the salt plains. "
And how far across this plain:"
about twelve miles"
Twelve miles. and u poor horses had
not been able to go out of a walk all the
morning. 1t was the only gait possible
in the valley of the Condors. Putting
spurs to our horses we started off at a
hard gallop. The gauchos allowed us to
take the lead. Our gallop did not last
long. As soon as their feet touched the
salt our horses stopped as if nailed to the
ground; under their feet the salt cracked
like snow. We could only go on step by
step. And twelve miles to make at this
pace, when we had hoped to clear the
plain at a gallop. The heat was suffocat-
ing-the reflection of this sea of salt SC
many times refined and purified by the
continual washing and dryings of rain
and wind blinded us. To complete oul
sufferings the north wind, that ~suffocat.
ing, e%nervating wind, began to blow. We
went painting through this furnace witt
nothing to freshen or mitigate the scorch-
ing heat. The last rays of the setting
sun tinged with a rosy hue this white
and naked landscape. Suddenly OF
our left appeared a mass of fiery
red, while before us a long line Of
vivid green was clearly defined agalnst
the whiteness of The salt. At the sam
moment the horses began to whinny-
they smelt the water. Their pace quick
ened under the stimulus of this hope o.
soon reaching fresh water, as only thos'
who have lived in the desert can under
stand. Water-we were 500 to reacl
the water-with voice and hand we en-
couraged the poor animals. We wer'
on the edge of the lagoon when at a wore
from our guide we stopped short. Thu
spectacle before us was indeed enough I,
make us halt. Issuing from a marsh il
; a line like veteran troops of infantry, tw,
or three thousand birds with excessivel,
. long necls and feet, the plumage on thei
= bodies of soft rose tint, n wings tn
F color of fire were advancing, calm, dig
nified, majestic. LOS ~Flamengos!" ex
claimed Barlejo, as we stepped on tn
ground, or rather on the salt.-Heni
4 Leturque in Detroit Free Press.