The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1898-10-23

IN the world. If you could take the
most picturesque parts of the Andes,
the H1malayas and the Alps, could sink
them up to their necks in dark blue
water and pull cloud masses down
with them into the sea and wrap their
rugged sides far UP from the water
edge with a wonderful mantle of green,
which is now brilliant in the sunlight,
now frosted snow and now so loaded
with ice that it lies in terraces up their
sides, you might have a faint idea of
some OF natures wonders in the Ma
gellan. -
ON A SOUTH, PACIFIC STEAMER.
But 1 despair of giving a vivid pic
Iure of our ride through this archipeI-
ago. 1t lasted three days, and it was
such series Of wonders that only
biograph Of the gods worked by their
own hands could paint them on the
retlna OF your imagination. All I shall
attempt is to take you with me
through some few places by a tran
script OF my notes made upon the
ground. We start in the bay of Coro-
mel. Our steamer, the Itauri, of the
Kosmos lint, bound for Hamburg via
the strait, lies in the harbor. She is
German ship of $500 tons, lighted
and heated by steam. Capt. Behr-
mann, her commander, is German. and
so are all the passengers, officers and
crew. We speak German at the table,
and are, in fact, a small slice of Ger
many in one Of the Quietest harbors of
the coast of Chile. I go to my cabin.
1t is No. II, and is as good a room as
that Of an Atlantic liner. The cooking
IS German. The meats are fresh. AS
L go down to dinner hear thessquaWk
of chicken. Our meats are carried
alive on board, so that later on we
shall listen to4the baa-ing of sheep, the
grunting of pigs and the cackIing of
geese mixed with the crunching of the
ice fields as the steamer makes it's way
through them. Before I pay the $40
which is my fare to Punta Arenas on
the Strait of Magellan I ask if the
ship will go via Smyths channel The
reply is yes. The Kosmos is the onIv
line that takes this route, the other
ships going through the strait prefer
ring to stand the storms which sweep
up along the west coast from Cape
HCrn to the narrow, dangerous, slow,
but more quiet, land-locked waters of
the PatagOnian coast. We shall have
to travel very slowly and must anchor
at night, but before we start let us
take look at our ship. What is the
cargo? 1t has 5000 tons of saltpeter
for Germany, 1000 barrels of Chilean
honey for different parts of Europe,
hundreds Of rolls of Chilean sole leather
for Russia and wheat and wine for
Punta Arenas and Montevideo. 1t is
now taking on 900 tons of coal. Brawnv
Chilean peasants are putting it into
the ship. They. stand in lighters or
nat boats and use shovels to throw
the coal up to the platforms under the
doors of the hold. Here other peasants
shovel it in. They%sw.ear as they work.
and we hear them still swearing and
heaVing as we go to fbed.
IN THE LAND-LOCKED SEAS.
We awake far out id the Pacific. The
steamer is rolling, the white caps are
dancing over the waves and awav off
to the eastward eve can make out the
faint blue line of south Chile. A day
later in storm and rain we steam past
the long, narrowfsland of Chloe. which
the government is trying to COLOMBO.
and on the evening of the third daV
we enter the wide gulf of Penos and
come to anchor at the entrance TO the
channel. The water is like a mill pond.
The steamer moves slowly We seem
to be in a great river rather than in
the ocean. We are sailing among the
clouds through the water-filled rayines
OF some of the greatest of the worlds
mountains. On our right are grass-cIad
islands. On our left are rugged RAG
ged peaks rising in all shapes out of
the sea. There is one clothed in green
WbIcn reminds you OF the pyramid of
Gh1zeh, and there is another which is
fair likeness of the smashed-nose
sphinx. In front the green hills are
climbing over one another like a troop
of giants playing leap frog, and farther
on they rise upward in fort-like walls
of green a thousand feet high, losing
themselves in that misty white cloud
which rests above them. The channel
narrows and widens. Now we are in
lakes surrounded by snow-capped
mountains, now in canons. Now we
sail by break in the mountain walls,