At length kind fate sent the guides to our rescue and they led us off direct to the hotel.
This however brought only partial relief to our wants; we opened our mouths, and pointed down our throats.

So much was understood and a chicken instantly killed.

We laid our heads upon a table, feigning sleep, and were shown to a wretched room; but here all converse terminated.

Mr.
Lushington desired to ascend the Peak therefore it became necessary that we should hit upon some means of making them comprehend this; but all efforts were in vain.

At length they proposed to send for an interpreter, which was accordingly done; but he was at dinner, and could not then come.
At last the interpreter arrived, a Spanish Don who had been for some years resident in a mercantile house in New York; he was very dirty, but good-natured, and soon made the necessary arrangements for Mr.
Lushington; who for eight dollars was to be provided with a pony, a sumpter mule, provisions and guides, taken safely to the top of the Peak and brought back again; which I thought reasonable enough.
After these arrangements I managed to scrape some acquaintance with this Spanish gentleman, who told me to my great edification that I was in a notorious gambling house.