There is one main range of hills, nearly two thousand feet in height, and composed of quartz rock, the rugged and barren crests of which gave us some trouble to cross.

On the south side we came to the best country for wild cattle; we met, however, no great number, for they had been lately much harassed.
In the evening we came across a small herd.

One of my companions, St.Jago by name, soon separated a fat cow; he threw the bolas, and it struck her legs, but failed in becoming entangled.

Then dropping his hat to mark the spot where the balls were left, while at full gallop he uncoiled his lazo, and after a most severe chase again came up to the cow, and caught her round the horns.

The other Gaucho had gone on ahead with the spare horses, so that St.Jago had some difficulty in killing the furious beast.