Idle Days in Patagonia

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. The wind had blown a gale all night, and I had been hourly expecting that the tumbling, storm vexed Old steamer, in which I had taken passage to the Rio Negro, would turn over once for all and settle down beneath th...