Nov. 20. Foggy morning. Six o’clock packing for the lofty ridges where grows Araucaria imbricate. Last evening rode over to John Hunter’s, who has a saw-mill. Kindly gave up work to guide us to the forests I’ve so long wished to see. Hard but glorious day. Camped before sunset. Rode through magnificent forest of round-headed trees, some of them evergreens. Where soil is well watered the average height of the principal trees must exceed a hundred feet. Some nearly one hundred and fifty feet high. Our party consists of Mr. Smith, Mr. Williams, Mr. Hunter, myself, two Chilean packers, all well-mounted, well-clad and provisioned. After crossing many hilly ridges and streams, ferny and mossy and spacious meadows, came in full sight of a ridge 1000 feet high bordering the south side of a glacier meadow, the top of which was fringed with the long-sought-for Araucaria. Long scramble up the steep grassy slope and brush. One horse fell and rolled. Traced the ridge a mile or two, admiring, then descended long cane-covered S. slope to the bottom of another glacier meadow valley by the side of a brawling bouldery
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