After a little more trouble we gained the peat, and then the bare slate rock.
A ridge connected this hill with another, distant some miles, and more lofty, so that patches of snow were lying on it.

As the day was not far advanced, I determined to walk there and collect plants along the road.

It would have been very hard work, had it not been for a well-beaten and straight path made by the guanacos; for these animals, like sheep, always follow the same line.

When we reached the hill we found it the highest in the immediate neighbourhood, and the waters flowed to the sea in opposite directions.

We obtained a wide view over the surrounding country: to the north a swampy moorland extended, but to the south we had a scene of savage magnificence, well becoming Tierra del Fuego.