He grunted a reply, and eyed me keenly from head to foot.

Then bursting into a volley of questions,--more than six Yankees could ask,--he wanted to know, first, where my ship was from, and how many days she had been coming.

Then he asked what I was doing here ashore so early in the morning.

"Your questions are easily answered," I replied; "my ship is from the moon, it has taken her a month to come, and she is here for a cargo of boys." But the intimation of this enterprise, had I not been on the alert, might have cost me dearly; for while I spoke this child of the campo coiled his lariat ready to throw, and instead of being himself carried to the moon, he was apparently thinking of towing me home by the neck, astern of his wild cayuse, over the fields of Uruguay.
The exact spot where I was stranded was at the Castillo Chicos, about seven miles south of the dividing-line of Uruguay and Brazil, and of course the natives there speak Spanish.

To reconcile my early visitor, I told him that I had on my ship biscuits, and that I wished to trade them for butter and milk.