Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Volume 11, No. 23, February, 1873

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Various. Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Volume 11, No. 23, February, 1873

SEARCHING FOR THE QUININE-PLANT IN PERU

CONCLUDING PAPER

A GLANCE AT THE SITE AND ANTIQUITIES OF ATHENS

COMMONPLACE

PROBATIONER LEONHARD; OR, THREE NIGHTS IN THE HAPPY VALLEY

CHAPTER IV. THE TEST—WITH MENTAL RESERVATIONS

CHAPTER V. SISTER BENIGNA

CHAPTER VI. THE MEN OF SPENERSBERG

CHAPTER VII. THE BOOK

CHAPTER VIII. CONFERENCE MEETING

CHAPTER IX. WILL THE ARCHITECT HAVE EMPLOYMENT?

COUNTRY-HOUSE LIFE IN ENGLAND

THE FOREST OF ARDEN

JACK, THE REGULAR

OBSERVATIONS AND ADVENTURES IN SUBMARINE DIVING

CONFIDENTIAL

GLIMPSES OF JOHN CHINAMAN

A WINTER REVERIE

"PASSPORTS, GENTLEMEN!"

OUR MONTHLY GOSSIP

THE CORNWALLIS FAMILY

NOVELTIES IN ETHNOLOGY

THE STEAM-WHISTLE

SIAMESE NEWS

MADISON AS A TEMPERANCE MAN

NOTES

LITERATURE OF THE DAY

Books Received

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Early on a brilliant morning, with baggage repacked, and the lessening amount of provisions more firmly strapped on the shoulders of the Indians, the explorers left their pleasant site on the banks of the Maniri. The repose allowed to the bulk of the party during the absence of their Bolivian companions had been wholesome and refreshing. The success of the bark-hunters in their search for cinchonas had cheered all hearts, and the luxurious supper of dried mutton and chuno arranged for them on their return gave a reminiscence of splendor to the thatched hut on the banks of the stream. This edifice, the last of civilized construction they expected to see, had the effect of a home in the wilderness. The bivouac there had been enjoyed with a sentiment of tranquil carelessness. Little did the travelers think that savage eyes had been peeping through the forest upon their fancied security, and that the wild people of the valleys who were to work them all kinds of mischief were upon their track from this station forth.

The enormous fire kindled for breakfast mingled with the stain of sunrise to cast a glow upon their departure. Across the vale of the Cconi, as though a pair of sturdy porters had arisen to celebrate their leavetaking, the cones of Patabamba caught the first rays of the sun and held them aloft like hospitable torches. These huge forms, soldered together at the waist like Chang and Eng, and clothed with shaggy woods up to the top, had been the guardian watchers over their days in the ajoupa at Maniri. The sun just rising empurpled their double cones, while the base and the surrounding landscape were washed with the neutral tints of twilight.

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These enigmas always carry the day. The apparatus of march was once more set in motion toward the adjacent water-sheds. After a considerable journey—rewarded, it must be said, with a succession of cinchona discoveries—they halted near a clearing in the forest, where large heaps of stones and pebbles, arranged in semicircles, attracted their attention. The cascarilleros explained this appearance as due to former arrangements for gold-washing in an old river-bed, the San Gavan or the Ayapata, that had now changed its locality.

While examining the unusual appearance an abominable clamor burst from the woods around, and a band of Siriniris appeared, led by a lusty ruffian crowned with oriole feathers, whom the travelers recognized as having been among their previous acquaintances.

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