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Late 1875. It was one of those rare days in December in which a soft breeze allowed one to dress elegantly without suffering the heat. A young man, barely 23 years old, waited impatiently to be received by one of Argentina’s most important men, Dr. Rufino de Elizalde, the Argentine Government’s Minister of Foreign Affairs. He wasn’t sure why he was there. His uncle, who was a friend of Dr. Elizalde, had told him of the Minister’s wish to have a meeting with him, but had not wanted to let him know the purpose of the meeting. He just told him to put on his best clothes and muster patience, since the Minister had an extremely tight schedule which usually meant that his visitors suffered long waits.

The young man had seen a waiter in his finest livery go by with a tray loaded with beverages and sundry morsels, so he believed the wait would be even longer than expected. When the door to the Minister’s office opened to let the waiter in he overheard the voices of several people. A grandfather clock against the wall across the room from him struck 4 o’clock. His appointment had been for 3:00 pm. He was not used to being idle, and having to wait hours on end put him in a bad mood; however, he had been warned that this would happen. When the waiter came out he stopped by him and said:

“Dr. Elizalde says he is sorry to have to make you wait, but for reasons of State the meeting has extended beyond the scheduled time. He asked me to offer you any food or drink you may desire since he will be delayed for a further half hour.”

The young man just asked for a glass of cool water, while he grumbled impatiently, unaware that the interview with Dr. Elizalde would change his life.

While he waited he tried to remember what his uncle had told him about the minister. He had already been the Minister of Foreign Affairs during Mitre’s presidency, and would have been the next president if it hadn’t been for the “crazy Sanjuanino”, as they called Sarmiento, who snatched it from him. The president who succeeded Sarmiento, Nicolás Avellaneda, needed Mitre´s support, so many of the latter’s followers had been given important positions in the Government. The presence of Rufino de Elizalde on Avellaneda’s cabinet was an unmistakable sign of Bartolomé Mitre’s (the most powerful politician in Buenos Aires) backing. The young man was not interested in politics and his uncle’s account baffled him. All he knew was that he was about to meet one of the most powerful men in the country.

He suddenly realised that time had gone by inadvertently and he had not drunk the water the waiter had left. When he reached out for the glass he was startled by the sound of the door opening. He expected to see the people that had been in the previous meeting file out, but all he saw in the doorway was a slim man, around fifty years of age, with thick sideburns, who smiled and addressed him in a pleasant though somewhat mocking tone:

“Francisco Pascasio Moreno, naturalist and explorer of remote and hidden lakes, come in, your Country needs you!”

Young Moreno opened his eyes wide and got up. He found the greeting rather amusing and it changed his mood. He gave the Minister a firm handshake and walked into the office expecting to find the people that had been there before him, but the room was empty.

“Surprised?” asked Elizalde.

“I thought that you were in a meeting with several people, and as I did not see them leave …”

“Aha! You are quite perceptive. You know, this office has a little secret which is very useful to politicians. It has two doors, each one with its own waiting room, so that visitors will not know who was there before them …”

“Or to allow you to leave without being seen by whoever is waiting for you.”

“Very good Francisco! That too. I will not deny having used that stratagem myself, ha, ha! Very well, let us go and sit in the armchairs; we will be more comfortable there.”

Moreno turned and looked around the room. It was large and rather crammed with furniture and ornaments. The walls were covered with magnificent wood panelling where pictures of personalities and battles hung. One in particular caught his eye.

“That’s the Battle of Caseros. I was there,” said the Minister, “when we defeated the Tyrant1.”

“Of course, February 3rd, 1852, almost 4 months before I was born.”

They both sat on the soft armchairs. Elizalde spread a map of the continent on the low table. Large portions of the map were marked with the words Terra Incognita, unexplored territory.

“Your uncle told me of your expedition in search of the Limay river headwaters. I understand that the lake that feeds it stretches into the Andes.”

“That is correct. The Indians call it Nahuel Huapi which in Mapuche language means ‘big lake’. One of its branches reaches as far as a pass they use to cross over into Chile.”

“Your uncle also told me you are a great naturalist, interested in geology and anthropology.”

“I see my uncle told you a lot about me. It is true; I am interested in science in general. I find anthropology to be one of its most fascinating fields. In this last expedition I found a cave that had been occupied by ancient Indians. There were paintings on the walls of the cave, and we found bones and arrowheads, probably from before the discovery of America. I also have a collection of skulls and Indian weapons from previous trips. The truth is I could talk for hours about exploring unknown territory, but I believe you didn’t summon me here to talk about this.”

“That is right, Francisco, you don’t mind my using your first name, do you? Actually I asked you to come to offer you the possibility of organizing an expedition that will be of great importance for our country’s future. What do you know about the Santa Cruz River?”

“Not much. Last year I sailed there with Carlos Berg, the naturalist, but we were only able to see the mouth of the river. The rest of my knowledge is from having read about the expedition led by FitzRoy and Darwin. I also know that Piedrabuena sent a group of adventurers who were the first to reach the lake which is the river’s headwater and that recently an expedition organized by the Navy managed to carry a boat up to the same lake.”

“Right, and a few days later a Chilean expedition reached the same place. If we don’t react soon, Chile will keep most of Patagonia, maybe even all of it. Look here, Francisco, Sarmiento’s government lost precious time. He did not know how to consolidate Argentine sovereignty over Patagonia and the Chileans took advantage of our lack of action. Our president, Dr. Avellaneda, has decided that the territorial expansion of Argentina is his most important State policy. While Alsina has been assigned the task of dealing with the Indian malón2, I was entrusted with asserting our rights over Patagonia.”

“But doctor, I don’t understand where I come in.”

“Let me give you some historical background so you can better understand the situation. The countries in South America were born from the remains of the Spanish Empire as continuators of its administrative jurisdictions. It is what is called the principle of Uti possidetis juris. Thus Argentina derives from the Virreinato del Río de la Plata (with the exception of Uruguay, Paraguay and Bolivia who did not join the May Revolution in which your famous ancestor Mariano Moreno participated) and Chile received what used to be the Capitanía General de Chile. It all would have been very simple, but, there always is a but, the good Spaniards never got down to delimiting the territories they had not explored and that were dominated by the Indians. Have a look at this map.”

They both bent over the copy of an ancient Spanish map.

“Look at these territories that were declared unknown: the Puna, Chaco and Patagonia. As there were no borders defined by the Spaniards, there were serious border disputes in these three territories. In Chaco we had a very serious dispute with Paraguay which was finally decided by a bloody war which was finally won by our then president, Mr. Bartolomé Mitre. In the Puna there is a potentially explosive situation involving us, Bolivia, Perú and Chile. And in Patagonia the dispute is with Chile. Our position is that the Andes should be the natural border between our countries, but Chile does not agree and they would like keep it all. If we don’t react, they will. So far they have been bolder than us. They founded Fort Bulnes and Punta Arenas while Argentina ‘slept’, which established a strong Chilean presence in the area, and most European powers will consider that they have better grounds for their claim.”

Moreno stared at the map with disbelief written all over his face. He could not believe that all this Terra incognita that he always considered Argentine territory could be lost. He noticed, however, that the tone and attitude of Elizalde was not that of one defeated. He was sure he had not been summoned to be told that it had all been lost.

“I imagine, Mr. Minister, that you have a plan and that, I cannot imagine how, I am part of it, right?”

“Right. There is a plan. There is a strategy that must be carried out exactly as planned for us to have a chance of retaining Patagonia. What I am about to disclose is strictly confidential. Together with President Avellaneda and Mitre we designed a plan to take advantage of a situation which is unique. It is our last chance and we must not squander it. There is a very tense situation between Chile on one side and Perú and Bolivia on the other over the Puna. We believe that in a relatively short time, two or three years, perhaps, there will be war over this territory. If Argentina were to join the war, Chile would surely be defeated. Chile cannot fight on two fronts, Patagonia and the Puna. Our plan is to escalate tension with Chile in the same measure as the tension with Perú and Bolivia does, thereby keeping the threat of a conflict on two fronts for Chile latent. What we want to achieve is to force Chile to try to resolve a possible conflict with Argentina before taking on Bolivia and Perú.”

“Then why is an expedition necessary if the plan is for Chile to relinquish its claim on Patagonia to avoid a conflict with Argentina?”

“One moment, not so fast.”

Elizalde got up and walked over to a cabinet from where he fetched a more modern map of southern Patagonia.

“I did not say that Chile would simply relinquish its claim. The plan is to get Chile to accept an international arbitration, which it does not want at this point because they know that as things stand now they can keep it all. In an arbitration one must prove and support one’s position. We must generate ‘sovereign actions’ that will allow us to uphold our claims that Argentina owns the region. That is why we must explore, name places, discover things, know and inhabit the territory. We must take advantage of the little time we have to generate all the ‘sovereign acts’ we can before the arbitration.”

“I get it … but doctor, why explore the Santa Cruz River, and not other parts of Patagonia that are easier to reach?”

“Take a good look at this map. Chile, by founding the town of Punta Arenas, has managed to control the Strait of Magellan. It is lost for us, there is no way we can recover it. What we can do is limit the Chilean presence by territorial pressure. That is, surround Punta Arenas with undisputedly Argentine territory. Our plan is to ‘Argentinize’ this land like pincers, advance quickly from the south and from the north. In the south we will create a settlement on the island of Tierra del Fuego, here,” he pointed at the south of the island, “is the Beagle Channel. Chile might control the passage between the Atlantic and Pacific through the Strait of Magellan, but we will control the Channel FitzRoy discovered. North of the Strait of Magellan, on the continent we already have a settlement on Pavón Island, but we must extend our presence to the foot of the Andes. If we manage to do this we will be in a very good position for the arbitration and thus limit Chilean presence on this side of the Andes to just Punta Arenas and the Strait of Magellan. Look here,” he said, tracing his finger over the area with a smile on his lips, “the whole of Patagonia east of the Andes and the whole, or most, of Tierra del Fuego will remain Argentine.”

The young Francisco Moreno.

Moreno was fascinated by the idea that such a daring plan existed to snatch most of this unexplored land from Chile practically at the last moment. He loved the idea of being a part of this plan but still couldn’t see how, or what, his contribution could be.

“Francisco, our offer is that you lead an expedition up the Santa Cruz River and reach the Andes.”

“But Dr. Elizalde, that was already achieved by Second Lieutenant Feilberg’s expedition. What can I contribute that has not been done already?”

Elizalde leaned back in his armchair. He then he sipped some water from the glass on the table next to it, taking his time to answer.

“My dear Moreno, you ask some incisive questions which oblige me to dwell on subjects I did not want to go into, but I can see that a person as intelligent as yourself needs, and deserves, to know all the details.”

He stood up, strolled over to the window and gazing into space, continued.

“As part of this strategy, in 1873 the Ministry of War assigned the Navy the task of organizing an expedition up the Santa Cruz River. This was entrusted to young Feilberg, who managed to reach the headwaters but he did not perform any sovereign act; nothing to prove he had actually been there. They did not draw any maps, did not discover anything new, it is as if they were never there at all. It is not that I don’t believe they were there, but during an arbitration hearing Chile could easily doubt the existence of the expedition and we would have nothing, absolutely nothing, to prove it really happened.”

Elizalde turned to look at Moreno and walked back to the armchair as he continued.

“Naturally, it was not Feilberg’s fault, it was the person who gave him his orders who was at fault … The military are as bad exploring as they are playing music, ha, ha! That was why President Avellaneda put the responsibility of this matter in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. We decided to change the style of the expedition completely. We need a naturalist who will discover places, bring home strange bones and rocks, that will describe the surroundings, draw maps and diagrams, in short, someone who can prove beyond any doubt that he was the first one to explore these places, and that our country knows and controls the land. When your uncle told me of your trip to the Limay headwaters I realized that you had exactly the profile we need.”

Moreno was afraid Elizalde would notice the rush of pride that came over him. To conceal it he gulped down some water and nearly choked. He tried to say something intelligent, but all he could manage was “And when do you think this expedition would take place?”

“The first thing we must consider is that it would have to be in summer since it is very cold down there, so I would believe it would be around November or December ’76.”

“I could do it as early as March or April.” When he finished saying it he felt like a presumptuous fool.

“I am sure you could, my good friend, but first we must do our homework, and regarding this, I have not told you everything yet.”

Moreno stared at him and thought “what else must I know?”

“We must keep in mind that all this will be sent to an arbitral commission which will be formed by European powers. Tell me Francisco, which power do you think will be leading this commission?”

“Before you talked about ‘homework’ and now you are examining me. I feel I’m back at school,” he joked. “I would say the leading power will be England.”

“Very good! That is why we must prepare to convince England. What usually happens during an arbitration is that the litigating parties will fabricate evidence about their rights and sovereignty, so the commission will mistrust every piece of evidence that is put before them. You must be aware that the British are particularly suspicious. So, Francisco, who would the British trust when analysing each country’s presentation?”

Moreno thought a while, he had no answer. “I suppose they might trust us more than the Chileans,” he ventured.

“Wrong, my friend. The British only trust the British. So to strengthen our position we must include someone British in our plan.

“I guess you have already thought of something,” said Moreno.

“We have. Concerning the southern branch of our pincers, we are negotiating with a small Anglican mission to have them acknowledge Argentine sovereign rights in Tierra del Fuego.”

“Thomas Bridges’ mission? The priest from Malvinas3?”

“The same,” answered Elizalde, “I see you know about them.”

“I’ve heard of him. There have been previous attempts by Anglicans to set up missions in the area but they all ended in disaster. The first one by FitzRoy and a second one led by a clergyman named Gardiner who died tragically. Bridges has, in some way, continued their work, but I would never have expected him to cooperate with Argentina.”

“The thing is, Francisco, that we are trying to seize the opportunities that come our way. Bridges has clashed with the Chileans several times, so he might think we are not as bad as they are. Furthermore, he has quarrelled with the people in the Malvinas so he is on his own. He is a very special sort of person, difficult to deal with but he is in need of a protective umbrella and he can sense that we can provide it. His priority is to protect the Indians and we are offering guarantees in that area … But that is the plan for the southern part of our pincers. The plan to involve someone British in the northern branch is a bit more complicated.” He gave Moreno a defiant look, “any ideas?”

Moreno could see that Elizalde was rather proud of having a well-thought-out plan, so he didn’t bother guessing.

“I don’t know why, but I get the impression that you already have some ideas.”

“Naturally,” said Elizalde, “but I’m going to give you a few clues so you can venture an answer.” He looked Moreno in the eye, “We want to involve an Englishman who has already been there and happens to be a world-renowned naturalist.”

“Darwin?!” Moreno exclaimed.

“Exactly. What can be better to support our position than having it endorsed by a scientist of such prestige who, also, already knows the area?”

“And why would Darwin want to get involved in this quarrel?”

“It is not as complicated as it appears to be. John Coghlan, the Irishman (at the club, I once called him English, by mistake, and he nearly threw his lit cigar in my face), is an engineer and he frequently contracts for the government. As his work often involves excavating, he has found several skeletons of long extinct animals. He has an arrangement with Darwin by which he sends him whatever he finds so that he may examine, catalogue and use them for his theories.”

“You may not know him,” he went on, “but John is quite a character. He got his engineering degree in France, and worked all over Europe before coming to Argentina, with a recommendation from none other than Baring Brothers. He built the warehouses at Catalinas4, laid down the tracks for several railway lines, built bridges, and sewer systems all over the Province of Buenos Aires. He is tireless and also loves exploring. He actually made quite an interesting trip up the Salado river. He has mellowed a bit since his wife died, however, but he still corresponds with Darwin, who even sent him a portrait with a personal dedication, which he had framed and hung in his library and proudly shows it to anyone who visits him.”

“I have seen Coghlan a couple of times but we haven’t been introduced. I did not know he corresponded with Darwin,” said Moreno with interest.

“But that is not all. Following my instructions John wrote to Darwin about this expedition we are planning to the place where he was forty years ago. Naturally he did not mention who would be leading it because at the time we had not decided that. In his letter he asked Darwin, based on his experience during the expedition with FitzRoy, if he could indicate where fossils could be found and offered to send him anything found during this trip.”

Robert FitzRoy wearing his Vice-Admiral uniform, by Francis Lane.

“And what did he answer?” asked Moreno anxiously.

“There has not been an answer yet, I expect it should arrive any time now.” Elizalde looked at his watch and jumped. “How time flies! Francisco, I thought that the best thing is for you to go directly to Coghlan’s house that is close by, at 25 de Mayo 135.

Moreno looked at him mockingly, “I still have not accepted.”

“You are right,” answered Elizalde, “but before you answer me, I want you to know that our plan includes the publishing of a book on the expedition with details of discoveries, places, and al related data. The book will be printed at the Government Print Shop and distributed all over the country and overseas too. Naturally, to conceal the plan behind it, it should concentrate on scientific data… Very well, Francisco, do you accept?”

“Of course I do!” answered Moreno, “I never dreamed I could have the fortune of being offered a job I want so badly to do.”

“Good. Now, before you leave, let’s go over it: you must organize an expedition which will go up the Santa Cruz River and not only find the headwater, but also explore all the area adjacent to the Andes. You must name mountains, rivers, lakes and anything you find. We need descriptions and diagrams. You must also look for, find and bring back fossils and samples of animals, plants, the weirder the better, find Indian paintings and also contact the local Indians. Finally you must involve Darwin in the results of the expedition.”

Elizalde looked at his watch again, drank a bit of water, and suddenly exclaimed, “I almost forgot! You must also find the marker Feilberg says he left at the river’s headwaters. It will help us ‘certify’ that Feilberg was there and thus prove we have been exploring the zone for several years.”

“What was the marker like?” asked Moreno.

“An overturned boat, an oar stuck in the ground with an Argentine flag.”

“Not a very good marker for that area. I don’t believe it survived the winds.”

“Probably not. The first storm must have blown the whole lot halfway across the steppe,” and added in a whisper, “if they ever were there in the first place.”

Elizalde got up, indicating that the meeting was over. Moreno fetched his hat. At the door he turned and said, “Doctor, what if I don’t find Feilberg’s marker?”

Elizalde looked at him in surprise, “Easy, if you don’t find it … you find it anyway.”

Seeing Moreno’s bewildered expression, he added, “I have a box where I keep a wind-torn flag which may be useful. Good afternoon, my friend.”

They shook hands and he closed the door.

Moreno was in a pensive mood as he walked towards John Coghlan’s house. He had just been offered to go on a trip that might change his life. Nearly fifty years earlier, something similar had happened to Charles Darwin. He had devoured several of the British naturalist’s works. He had read Darwin’s account of his voyage on the Beagle, with FitzRoy as Captain, thoroughly. In this book he had read the chapters related to the two years he spent on Argentine soil with special interest, and had gone over the report on the three-week expedition up the Santa Cruz River, which never reached the headwaters, several times. That story was what drove him, even as a teenager, to want to explore Argentine territory and to collect and classify fossils and animals. He liked to refer to himself as a ‘naturalist’ because he had learned the word and the meaning behind it through Charles Darwin’s work.

Charles Darwin in his old age.

He had also read the book with which Charles Darwin had created quite a commotion, On the Origin of Species. Over twenty years after his trip around the world on the Beagle, the British scientist used the evidence he had collected during this trip to contend, almost prove, that animals had not been created as they now exist, but had evolved, modifying according to the changing conditions on Earth, over thousands, maybe millions, of years. His theory rocked the world, dividing society into those who adhered to the biblical theory of creation, or ‘creationists’ and those who defended Darwin’s theory, known as ‘evolutionists’ or ‘Darwinians’. How many lifetime friends had fallen apart after arguing bitterly over these beliefs in well to do clubs, not only in London, but in all the great cities in the world, including Buenos Aires!

Darwin was not daunted by the effect his theory had on British society, and he went on to give the Bible another blow. He wrote a book in which he now claimed that not only animals, but Man himself had evolved from a lower form, such as monkeys. There was no room for Adam and Eve in Darwin´s world.

Apart from his theories on animal evolution, Darwin, as a geologist, explained that Earth’s topography is not static, but has been perpetually changing over millennia and is still changing. The manner in which an area changed was of great importance for a geologist, like Moreno, to understand the forces and the direction of these changes.

Moreno could not help noting certain similarities between himself and Darwin. “He was almost my age when he received the offer to participate in the most fantastic voyage he could imagine.” Suddenly the angry shout of a cab driver who had to make his horse swerve to avoid running over him startled Moreno and made him realize that he was very near John Coghlan’s house. The house was not pretentious, but you could see that Coghlan was far from destitute. He knocked at the door. A maid opened the door and escorted him to a dimly lit room. She whispered something that Moreno didn’t catch but he assumed she meant for him to wait there until his host came.

While he waited, he examined some of the many fossils and bones that were on display. As he approached the wall to look at one close up he noticed Darwin’s portrait, the one Elizalde had told him about. It had a handwritten inscription: “To my dear friend John Coghlan, whose valuable effort supporting my work deserves more than just this remembrance. Charles Darwin.”

A hoarse voice behind him said, in Spanish, “To my dear friend …”

Moreno interrupted him, “whose valuable effort supporting my work deserves more than just this remembrance. I Speak and read English, Mr…”

“Coghlan, John Coghlan. Please take a seat.” They shook hands and sat down. “How did you learn English? It is not that common in these lands,” he spoke with a heavy British accent.

“My mother taught me, she is from Irish stock. Thwaite is the name. Her father was a soldier in the British Army who came with the expeditionary forces that attempted to take Buenos Aires in 1806, and decided to stay here.”

“I’ve heard of many cases similar to your grandfather’s. The Irish soldiers found the place attractive, not only because the local society girls flirted with them, but also, being Catholics, they felt they could escape Anglican pressure and be able to practice their religion in freedom. Many chose to escape from the English as soon as they had a chance. I guess you know the type of relationship there is between the Irish and the English, my friend Moreno,” Francisco’s expression showed that he didn’t. “Ok, the English are like an elder brother who ill-treats us. At home we are constantly quarrelling, but when we are far from home we find we have a lot in common; I, for one, have countless English friends. However we Irish believe we are old enough to have our own home; that is, separated from the British Empire, but our big brother refuses to let us go.”

Coghlan was a large man who appeared to be a little over fifty years old. His thinning hair was going grey, but seemed to have been red once. He had a ruddy complexion with little veins criss-crossing under his skin, something found often in the British.

“Well, Moreno, you don’t look Irish but from what I heard of your travels, the Celtic blood is still alive in you since you have proven to be quite obstinate when it comes to achieving your objectives, are you not?”

The young man smiled, understanding it was a compliment.

“I take it that if you are here it is because you have had your meeting with Dr. Elizalde and accepted his offer, right?”

“Correct. I must add that not only am I flattered by the opportunity I am given to serve my country doing something that fascinates me, but also pleasantly surprised by the existence of such a detailed plan to protect our Patagonia. Dr. Elizalde told me of your relationship with Darwin and that you even wrote him to see if he would be interested in this expedition. Was there any response?”

“Unfortunately there was, and it was not good. Yesterday morning the British ship Arrow arrived in Buenos Aires and that same afternoon the mail it carried was distributed. In his letter Darwin says that as it is over forty years since he made that trip up the Santa Cruz River, there is little he can remember of it. He also says that he went through the notes he took at the time and considers there is not much useful information in them. In short, he does not seem to be very interested in this expedition. “

Suddenly Moreno felt that the whole plan was falling apart. The idea of involving a prominent Englishman in the plan was crumbling right at the start.

“How strange, I understood you had offered to send him any fossils we could find,” said Moreno, unable to hide his disappointment.

“I did, but in his answer he says that both the river bottom and the cliff walls were basaltic or of alluvial origin, and that this sort of rock does not contain fossils. He also mentions that at the current stage of his work he is interested in complete skeletons and not bits and pieces, and he does not believe your expedition could haul that amount of material.”

“So, is that it? The plan to involve an Englishman is lost?”

“Well, not quite,” said Coghlan, “in his letter he says that what would be of great help to the Argentine expedition is the geographic and geodesic data compiled by the Beagle. He says that that information was in FitzRoy’s possession, and since he had died, he would help us get in touch with FitzRoy’s cartographic assistant, John Lort Stokes.”

“A third-rate contact is not what we need, Mr. Coghlan,” said Moreno visibly crest-fallen.

Coghlan stood up and walked over to the library. He searched for a few minutes and finally picked a book from one of the shelves, returned and handed it to Moreno. He took it listlessly and read the title.

Discoveries in Australia; with an Account of the Coasts and Rivers Explored and Surveyed During the Voyage of the H.M.S. Beagle, in the Years 1837-38-39-40-41-42-43. By Command of the Lords Commissioners of the Admiralty.

Moreno looked at Coghlan inquisitively. “Take a look at the author,” said Coghlan. Moreno turned back to the book.

Author: John Lort Stokes.

“Stokes,” said Coghlan, “Vice-Admiral John Lort Stokes happens to be one of the most prominent members of the Admiralty. He is considered to be the most experienced British explorer alive. He was Captain of the Beagle on its third voyage where they explored the coasts of Australia and New Zealand. He is something of a living legend. He is our man. It is he we must write to and get him interested in our trip.”

He looked at Moreno whose face showed he did not have a clue of how to do that.

Coghlan added with pride, “Fortunately my friend Darwin has already done part of the work for us. He sent me a copy of the letter he sent to Stokes, in which he explains the scientific and exploratory nature of this expedition and asks him to assist us in any way he can. We could not hope for a better introduction! What we must do now is to write to Stokes right away. Let us get down to it right now, so we can take advantage of the fact that the Arrow is still moored, and will be returning directly to England. One of my staff will wait for us to finish writing the letter and will take it straight to the ship.”

Coghlan led Moreno to his desk, then fetched paper, pen and ink. Moreno sat down to write, but his mind was blank. He did not know what to say or how to begin. “What do I write?” he asked.

John Lort Stokes when promoted to Admiral, by Stephen Pearce.

“Tell him of your journey up the Limay river, your adventures with the Indians, your discoveries. Stokes is an adventurer himself so he will be delighted to read your first hand experiences. He will see you as an explorer in his own image. Then describe the expedition you are planning up the Santa Cruz River, which is no less than to continue the one he made with FitzRoy and Darwin forty years ago. Have you read the chronicles they wrote on that trip?”

“Only Darwin’s.”

“Perfect. Remind me to give you FitzRoy’s. They are more detailed than Darwin’s but also more tedious.” Then he added, “finally you should request his assistance. Ask him for all possible data he may have: maps, drawings, illustrations, coordinates, camping sites, etc.”

Moreno looked doubtful, “And do you believe he will give us any of this? Why would he do that?”

“He will do it if your letter tickles his fancy. If he sees in you the young Stokes, and senses that if you get as far as the Andes it will be as if he were there with you. Make him feel that your expedition is the continuation of the one he formed part of forty years ago. It all depends on your writing skills, my dear Moreno … excite him … I’ll help you with the English spelling, that is a little tricky.”

They worked for hours, night crept in and they continued writing in the gloom, choosing every word carefully. Finally, in the wee hours of the morning, still not altogether satisfied with the final result, they finished it and it was sent directly to the Arrow that would take it to London where it would be delivered by hand at the Admiralty to one of the living legends of the Royal Navy, the greatest explorer of Australia and New Zealand, Tierra del Fuego, the Galapagos Islands and other faraway places around the World and, above all, friend and assistant of Robert FitzRoy and Charles Darwin: Vice-Admiral John Lort Stokes.