The daily morning journal and courier., 1902-01-06

One day when exploring in a new di- rection, we came upon most interest," ing find. A tall, slim stalk was grow ing from the moss; and it tok but small botanical knowledge to recognize one of the family of orchids. The blos- soming season was past, so we gath cred d number of bulbs. Some of these have already sent up green heads above the mould in one of the houses at Kew. Tn that particular forest was one glade by the outrunning of little brook where the ground was thick with or chids
 The Indians fear the Cordilleras hor- ribly, for they say that among them in the far-hidden retreats the Gualicho, the spirit of evil, makes his unholy home It is his voice that shakes the hills as he wells and shouts in his chos- en hiding places. But the less roman- lie truth is that their horses and bolea- dores would be of little use to them among the thick growth of tree stems. Besides, as I have said, there is prac- tically no game.
 Down upon the borders of the for ests. however, herds of cattle roam-- cattle grown fierce with long liberty. Huge -horned and shaggy -fronted, dan eerous beasts to face if wounded. The wild bull is a magnificent sporting beast and affords the only shooting in Patagonia: and, indeed, one of the few forms of shooting left in the world at the nresent day in which there is an element of danger. A lone animal IS nearly sure to show battle although d herd will clear out.
 Punas abound all over Patagonia, al- though 1t is the rarest thing in the world to be able to catch a glimpse Of one. Inside the Cordilleras we perpet- usllv found their tracks and their kills and at night they were continually wandering around the camp with their curious, catlike cry. This region is the chief habitat of certain red puma which is described by the Indians as being a species particularly fierce, ap- preaching red in color especially at the extremities. It is slightly smaller than the puma of the pampa, but to be found there on occasion. MT. Cattle, who was with me on this part of my expedition, killed 73 pumas in one year.
 The voices to be heard in the forests are always the great voices of nature.
 The high trees above us clamored perpetually in the west wind, distant crash told of the downfall of some pa triarch of the woods or the prolonged roar and rattle which rose far away echoed. as some glacier plunged into the Pacific.
 There was one thought which seldom left me in those green shaded solitudes. The light under the high dome of fo- Haze was like that of great cathe- dral. absymally vast, with. far aisles stretching to north and south that no human eye had ever seen.
 You read of virgin forests, but you must see to realize all the wording means No forms of speech can convey the unimag'nable impression of the truth. For days you see no living thing, you hear no human tones, nothing but the immense voices of the thunder, the glacier and the everlasting wind.
 In any of our countries shone upon by colder stars, legends would have clustered about and made more human these tremendous aisles. There the mind had nothing to ride forth upon. Silence aloofness from humanity, from organic life, solitude was there. And nature spoke only by the awful, unin- terpreted tongues of Gods clements TIesketh Pritchard in London Express.