My reception at the encampment was quite civil, but I was told it was impossible that I could be allowed to enter the city.

I was very anxious about this, as I anticipated the "Beagle's" departure from the Rio Plata earlier than it took place.

Having mentioned, however, General Rosas's obliging kindness to me when at the Colorado, magic itself could not have altered circumstances quicker than did this conversation.

I was instantly told that though they could not give me a passport, if I chose to leave my guide and horses, I might pass their sentinels.

I was too glad to accept of this, and an officer was sent with me to give directions that I should not be stopped at the bridge.