In The Andes

A traveler in the heart of the Andes tells, in "Tropical America." how he reiieved his feelings when, havtng ascended the l'aramülos, he found himsclf at the summit, nine thousand feet above the sca level The scenery had increased in grandeur every honr since daybreak, and now two magnificent spectacles vrere to be enjoyed. The first was a broad view of the Cuyo valley, southward and eastward, with Mendoza, its shaded streets, its plazas and its suburban farms and vineyards direotly below us and so near that vrith a plass streets and houses could be identified. The second was an inspiring glimpse of the main Andean chain, now suddenly towering thousands of feet above us in the west. Tupungato, in solemn majesty, looked down upon us from the clouds. Thcn with a sharp turn in the bridlepath a hundred snow-clads wero revealed at once. It was a spectacle to fire the blood. I had no companion in sympathy with my enthusiasm, bnt the Chilean guide at least had ears to hear compliments showered upon his native mountains. Leapingf from the mulé I shouted: "Magriifico! Magnifico!" Then the Inadeqnacy of the unfamiliar Spanish tongue for expressing genuino Yankee feeling, I added: "Ilail Columbia! Ilallelujah!" A flush of patriotic pride illuminated the Chilean's face, and he repeated: "Magnifico!" There we stood in rapture, gazir.g at the Andean kings, with their snowy ermine falling from their stately shoulders.