Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1913-12-11
|FROM BARABOO
To BUCARAMANGA
Missionaries Given Severe
Tests as to Eating in
sSouth America.
WOULD NOT EAT CALDO
Chickens Almost Perish
From the Hardships Of
the Long Journey.
WOULD NOT EAT CALDO
PART V

| WC lCAS SAC CAuUC hb OCASa 0nAIN6
and clanbered up the perpendicular
sandstone cliffs to The level Of the viii
lage. 1t was at this place o year
ago that we suffered so much from
heat and room too small for our cots.
On this occasion the heat did not trou-
ble us so much as did our persistent
enemies-the mosquitoes. Through
out all these regions the heat is less
prostrating during the rainy seasons
than it is in the dry season.
We uisembarked just at nightfall.
When the chickens and baggage were
brought up from the hold we found
that they had suffered greatly from
the floods of rain which we endured
nearly every night that We passed on
the canoe. The trunks were all more
or less wet In spite of the fact that
they were all wrapped in heavy black
oilcloth. The detected looking fowls
seemed undecided whether TO succumb
to the foods at night aud the heat bY
day which they had undergone or to
make one more effort to live.
It was past the dinner hour Gt the
Inn to which We found our way that
night so we were not surprised to be
told that there was not much to be
had for meal. They could prepare
some ''caIdo" (broth) for Us.
But as their caldo is made of a
bowl of warm salted water with a
tablespoonful of lard in it, we declined
and lunched again out of our boxes
Having done this for week we reg
in practice. Hurrying up our beds
and nets we sought such sleep as wss
possible. Long before daylight we
were awakened by someone who was
apparently attempting to knock down
our street door. But it was only the
man from Bucaramanga with the sad
dies and mules for which Mr.. Will
liams had telegraph some days before.
He was merely trying to wake us he
said, to tell us that he had come.
Then ensued busy morning, get
ting all things in readiness for the last
stage of our journey, the four days
over the mountains. We had sent for
a peon with large basket. In this
basket we made little bed, covered
it with banana leaves as protection
from the sun and here we tucked our
little daughter. The peon carried the
basket strapped upon his back. New
ell rode his own little saddle with Mr..
Williams leading the burro by long
strap. The chickens were fastened
on the back of a mule and went bob
bing and dancing themselves over the
mountain trails much more gay in
appearance than in feeling, imagine.
The other baggage finally got itself
arranged upon the backs and sides of
seven other mules and the procession
was ready to move.
| Such ParIor
With such a calvacade as ours it
was impossible to make long or rapid
marches. Thus the first night found
us two leagues of really difficult road
from the inn where we were supposed
to pass the night. It was impossible,
at least for us, to think of attempting
to cling to those mountain sides, over
hanging q mountain torrent, in the
dark. SO we were obliged to seek
shelter where we could and get through
the night in any way possible. Our
poems urged us to stop at an inn that
Is very popular with mule-drivers.
They assured us that we could obtain
milk here, and that there was large
"parlor" which we could have to our
selves. The place appeared greatly
superior to others of Its ranks, and we
could see COWS, so we hoped that they
might not be mistaken about the
milk. We dismounted and were
shown into the "parlor." We found
il large room with no walls except
cane stuck along side by side like q
picket fence. On one side, separated
by such a wall, with an open door
+ way, was the dram-shop which the
. mule-drivers frequented until a late
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