9/53 I daresay they were worthless vagabonds, but I never saw more miserable-looking ones. They had been living for some days on mussel-shells and berries, and their tattered clothes had been burnt by sleeping so near their fires. They had been exposed night and day, without any shelter, to the late incessant gales, with rain, sleet, and snow, and yet they were in good health. PATAGONIAN SPURS AND PIPE.) During our stay at Port Famine, the Fuegians twice came and plagued us. |