The report about the mule proved to be false, and when morning came, there was no sign that anything was the matter with him.
It was nine o'clock before we started on our journey in the morning.

We had three long hours of clambering up and down heavy slopes, and, much of the way, through a stream the bed of which was filled with slippery boulders and pebbles, over which the horses slipped and stumbled frightfully.

Our horses slid down small cascades, but, when we came to larger ones, we had to mount the banks by ugly bits of road, descending below the falls.

After much labor and weariness, we reached El Parian at noon.

Having rested through the hotter portion of the day, we took the road again at two.