At last, seeing the balls cut and strike the trees, they ran away, and we were left in peace and quietness.

During the former voyage the Fuegians were here very troublesome, and to frighten them a rocket was fired at night over their wigwams; it answered effectually, and one of the officers told me that the clamour first raised, and the barking of the dogs, was quite ludicrous in contrast with the profound silence which in a minute or two afterwards prevailed.

The next morning not a single Fuegian was in the neighbourhood.
When the "Beagle" was here in the month of February, I started one morning at four o'clock to ascend Mount Tarn, which is 2600 feet high, and is the most elevated point in this immediate district.

We went in a boat to the foot of the mountain (but unluckily not to the best part), and then began our ascent.

The forest commences at the line of high-water mark, and during the first two hours I gave over all hopes of reaching the summit.