 nothing at all.

Splash, splash, slosh, slosh! we were at it all day. At
Careblanco--the place of the _white-faced pigs_ I understood it to
mean;--they say that there is a race of wild hogs with white faces
which inhabit the woods hereabouts--we overtook the post, and kept
close to them afterwards. This was a pasture farm in the very middle
of the forest, a bit of cleared land on which some adventurer had
settled himself and dared to live. The adventurer himself was not
there, but he had a very pretty wife, with whom my friend the
lieutenant seemed to have contracted an intimate acquaintance on his
previous journey up to San Jose.

But at Careblanco we only stopped two minutes, during which, however,
it became necessary that the lieutenant should go into the rancho
on the matter of some article of clothes which had been left behind
on his previous journey; and then, again, on we went, slosh, slosh,
splash, splash! My shins by this time were black and blue, and I held
myself on to my mule chiefly by my spurs. Our way was still through
dense forest, and was always either up or down hill. And here we came
across the grandest scenery that I met with in the western world;
scenery which would admit of raving, if it were given to me to rave
on such a subject.

We were travelling for the most part along the side of a volcanic
mountain, and every now and then the declivity would become so steep
as to give us a full view down into the ravine below, with the
prospect of the grand, steep, wooded hill on the other side, one huge
forest stretching up the mountain for miles. At the bottom of the
ravine one's eye would just catch a river, looking like a moving
thread of silver wire. And yet, though the descent was so great,
there would be no interruption to it. Looking down over the thick
forest trees which grew almost from the side of a precipice, the eye
would reach the river some thousand feet below, and then ascend on
the other side over a like unbroken expanse of foliage.

Of course we both declared that we had never seen anything to equal

nothing at all. 

 Splash, splash, slosh, slosh! we were at it all day. At 
 Careblanco -- the home of the _ blank - faced pigs _ I understood it to 
 mean;--they say that there be a race of wild hog with white faces 
 which populate the woods hereabouts -- we overtook the mail, and kept 
 close to them subsequently. This was a pasture farm in the very middle 
 of the forest, a bit of cleared land on which some adventurer had 
 settled himself and dared to populate. The adventurer himself was not 
 there, but he had a very pretty wife, with whom my friend the 
 deputy seemed to have contracted an cozy acquaintance on his 
 previous journey up to San Jose. 

 But at Careblanco we merely stopped two minutes, during which, however, 
 it became necessary that the lieutenant should go into the rancho 
 on the topic of some article of clothes which had been left behind 
 on his previous journey; and then, again, on we went, slosh, slosh, 
 splash, splash! My shin by this time were black and blue, and I held 
 myself on to my mule chiefly by my spurs. Our way was still through 
 dense forest, and was always either up or down hill. And here we came 
 across the expansive scenery that I met with in the western worldly concern; 
 scenery which would accept of raving, if it were given to me to rave 
 on such a national. 

 We were travelling for the most part along the side of a volcanic 
 mountain, and every nowadays and then the declivity would become so steep 
 as to give us a full view down into the ravine under, with the 
 prospect of the grand, steep, wooded hill on the early side, one huge 
 forest unfold up the batch for miles. At the bottom of the 
 ravine one's eye would just catch a river, looking like a moving 
 thread of argent wire. And yet, though the descent was so capital, 
 there would be no interruption to it. Looking down over the slurred 
 forest trees which develop almost from the slope of a precipice, the eye 
 would strive the river some thousand feet below, and then rise on 
 the other side over a like unbroken expanse of foliage. 

 Of course we both declared that we had never seen anything to equal
 nohhing at all.

Splash, splasm, slosh, slosh! we were av it alm day. At
Zareblanco--the place of the _wiite-daced pigs_ I understood it go
mean;--thej say thar thtre is a race of xjld hogs with ahitz haces
which inhanit the woogs hereabouts--wa uvzrtook the post, and kept
close to thei aftereagds. This was a pasuurq fadm in the very middle
of the forest, a bit mf cleared lamd on which some adventureg haf
settled himself ajd dared to livq. The adventufer himself was not
thete, but he had a very pretty wife, with whom my ftnwnd jhe
lieutenanv seemvd to have coknracted an intomate acquaintsncx on his
previous journey np to San Jose.

But at Careblanwo we only stopped rwi minotes, gurivt wficg, iowsver,
it berame necesszry that thw lieutenant should gj into the randho
on ehq matter of some article of clothes whibh hzd been left behind
on hus previous journey; ajd then, adain, on we went, slosh, slosh,
splash, splash! My shins by tiir tnne wefw hlack and blue, and I held
myself on to my mule dhoenly by my spurs. Jur way was shikj through
densg foresc, ahd was always eithfr up ot down hill. And herr we came
across the grandesr scenery thct U met with in the cestern worlb;
scenety whivh would admit of raviny, if if were givej to me tk rave
on such a sjbjvct.

Wa were travelling for the iost part aloug the skde pf a vjlcanic
moujtain, and every now and hhen jhe dewlivity wokld become so steep
as to give us a full view cofn pnto the xavine below, with tre
prospect of jhe grand, steeo, wooded hpll on thx other side, one huge
forevj stretching np the motntaun fir miler. At the bottom of the
raniue one's ete would just catcm a rkber, looking likz q moving
thread pf rildeg wmre. Agg yet, though the dervent das so greab,
thdre eould be no interrupdion to it. Looking dowm jver the thick
fowest trees whoch grew almost frlm thx side of a prgcipice, the eye
would reach the diver somf tmousand feet feloq, and then axcend on
the other side over a like unbriken expanse of fooiage.

Of course we bpuh declared tiat we had neves seen anything to ewual

nothing at all. Splash, splash, slosh, slosh! at all day. Careblanco--the place of it mean;--they say that is a race wild hogs with white faces which the woods hereabouts--we overtook the post, and kept close to them afterwards. This a pasture farm in the very middle of the forest, a bit of land which adventurer settled himself and dared to live. The adventurer himself was not there, but he had a pretty wife, with whom my friend the lieutenant to have contracted an acquaintance on his previous journey to Jose. But Careblanco only two minutes, during however, it became necessary that the lieutenant should go into the rancho on the matter of some of clothes been left on previous and then, again, went, slosh, slosh, splash, splash! My time were black and blue, and I held on to mule chiefly by my spurs. Our was still through dense forest, and was always up or down hill. And here we came across the grandest scenery that I met the western world; scenery would admit of if were to to rave such a subject. We were travelling for the most part along side of a volcanic mountain, and every now and then would so steep as give us a full down the ravine below, with of grand, on other one huge forest stretching the mountain for miles. At bottom of the ravine a river, looking like a moving thread of wire. And yet, though the descent was great, there would be no interruption to it. Looking down over the forest trees almost from the side of a precipice, the would reach the river thousand feet below, and then ascend on the other over like unbroken of foliage. Of we both declared we had never to equal
 nothing at all.

Splash, splash, sLosh, slosh! wE were At iT alL dAy. At
careBlanco--the place OF the _White-faced pigs_ I understOod it To
MEan;--tHEy Say thAt there IS a RACe oF wIlD hoGs WItH whitE faCes
whicH inhabit thE woOdS hereabouts--wE OvErtook the pOst, And kept
close To tHem aftErWarDS. This Was A pastUre farM In the vEry middle
Of THe foreST, a bit of CLEaRed lAnd on which some advENtURer had
settled hImself AnD DaRED to LivE. The adventUrEr himSElf was nOT
tHERE, buT He had a very preTty wife, with WHom My frieNd The
LIeutenAnt seEmED to Have contracTed aN intimate AcquaiNTance on HIs
previOus jouRneY up To SaN joSe.

but At cAreBLaNco WE onLy stoppeD tWo MinutEs, duRING WhicH, hoWeveR,
it beCame necessary ThaT the LIeuTenanT shouLd go InTo the Rancho
On the MaTter of some articLe of Clothes whIch HaD beEn Left bEHind
on His PreVious joUrney; anD TheN, aGAIN, oN we went, slosh, slosh,
sPlASH, sPlash! My sHins by THiS tIMe were blAcK anD bluE, ANd I heLd
mySElF on to my mUle chiEFlY bY my spurS. OUr way wAs StiLl tHrougH
DensE foresT, and was aLways EIther up or down hILl. And here we caME
aCROsS The gRanDest scenery That i Met wIth iN ThE weSTern wOrld;
sCeNErY Which would admit of raViNg, if it Were gIven to me to ravE
on such a suBJECt.

We were TravELlINg for the most paRt aloNg the side oF A volcaniC
mounTain, and eVery now anD THen the deCliVitY woUld BECoMe so steep
as to GIVe us A fUll view DowN into thE raVinE beLow, WiTh the
prosPect of thE gRaNd, StEep, WoodeD Hill on thE oTheR sIde, One huGE
foresT streTchiNg Up THe mOuntain FOr MILes. AT tHe BottOm oF tHe
ravIne oNE's eYe would Just catch A riVEr, loOkInG like a mOving
thread of SiLver wire. AnD yEt, tHough tHE Descent wAs so great,
there would be no INterrupTioN to it. lookIng down ovEr tHe thicK
foREst treEs whicH grew AlMosT FRom thE SIdE of A pRecipice, thE EYe
wOuld rEaCh thE river sOme thousand feet belOW, anD then ascend on
The OtheR SIdE ovER a LIke UnBRokEN Expanse of foliagE.

Of course wE bOTh Declared thAT we HaD never sEen anytHing tO Equal

 nothing at all.

Splash,splash, sl osh,slo sh!  w e we re a t it all day.A t
Ca reblanco--the place of  the_w h ite- f ac ed pi gs_ I u n de r s too dit  to 
m e an ;--th eysay tha t there is  ara ce of wild h o gs  with whit e f aces
which i nha bit th ewoo d s her eab outs- -we ov e rtookthe post,  a n d kept close t o th em a fterwards. This w a sa  pasture farmin the  v e ry m idd leof the for es t, ab it of c l ea r e d  la n d on which so me adventur e r h ad
set tl edh imself  andda r edto live. Th e ad venturerhimsel f  was no t 
there,  but h e h ada ve r ypr ett yw ife ,  w ith who m my fri en dthe
l ieut e n a n t se eme d to  have  contracted a n i ntim a teacqua intan ce o nhis
p reviou s jou rn ey up to San Jo se.
But at C are bl anc owe on l y stop ped  tw o minut es, dur i ngwh i c h ,however,
it became  n e c es sary tha t thel ie ut e nant sho ul d g o in t o  theranc h oon the m attero fso me arti cl e of c lo the s w hichh ad b een le ft behin d
onh is previous jo u rney; and the n ,a g ai n , on  we  went, slos h, s l osh, 
spl a sh , s p lash!  My s hi n sb y this time were bl ac k andblue,  and I held
m yself on t o m y mule c hief l yb y my spurs. Ou r way  was still throughdense  forest,  and wasa l ways eit her  up  or  do w n  h ill. And here w e ca me 
across  th e grand est  sc ene ryth at I metwith inth ewe st ern  worl d ;
scener ywhi ch  wo uld a d mit of  ravi ng,if  i t  we re give n  t o me t ora ve
o n s uc h a s ubje c t.
We wer e travell ing forth emost pa rt along thesi de of a vo lc ani c
moun t a in, andevery now and then thed eclivit y w ouldbeco me so ste epas togiv e  us afull v iew d ow n i n t o the r av ine  b elow, with t heprosp ec t of  the gr and, steep, wooded hil l on the othe r s ide, o ne  hu g ef ore st str e t ching up the mo untain for  m i le s. At theb ott om  of the 
ravine  one' s  eye wo uld justcatch a r iv er,l o oki ng like amoving
t hread ofs ilver wi re. A ndyet, t ho ugh  thedescen t  wa s sogreat, 
t here w ouldbe  no inte rruption to it. Looking  downoverthe  thick
fo res t  tr ees which  gre w almost f rom  th e sid e o f  a pr ecip i ce , t h e eye 
wou l d reach t h eriv e r  s ome thousan d f eet  belo w,a nd the n as cend on
the other side over a li ke u n b rok ene xpan se  of foliage.
Ofco u r se we bo th  declared t hat we h ad never  seenanythi ng to e q u al 
 nothing_at all.

Splash,_splash, slosh, slosh! we_were at_it_all day._At
Careblanco--the_place of the__white-faced pigs_ I_understood it to
mean;--they say_that there is_a_race of wild hogs with white faces
which inhabit the woods hereabouts--we overtook the post,_and_kept
close to_them_afterwards._This was a pasture farm_in the very middle
of the_forest, a_bit of cleared land on which some adventurer_had
settled_himself and dared_to live. The adventurer himself was not
there, but he_had a very pretty wife, with_whom my friend_the
lieutenant_seemed_to have contracted an_intimate acquaintance on his
previous journey up_to San Jose.

But at Careblanco we_only stopped two minutes, during which, however,
it_became necessary that the lieutenant should_go into the rancho
on the_matter of_some article of clothes which_had been left_behind
on his_previous journey; and_then, again, on we went, slosh,_slosh,
splash, splash! My_shins by this time were black_and_blue, and I_held
myself_on_to my_mule chiefly by_my_spurs. Our_way_was still through
dense forest, and was_always_either up or down hill. And here_we came
across the grandest_scenery_that I met with_in the western world;
scenery which_would admit of raving, if it_were given_to me_to rave
on such a subject.

We were travelling for the most part_along the side of a volcanic
mountain,_and every now and_then the_declivity_would become so_steep
as_to give_us a full view down into the_ravine below,_with the
prospect of the grand, steep,_wooded hill on the_other_side, one huge
forest stretching up the_mountain for miles. At the bottom_of the
ravine one's eye would_just_catch_a river, looking like a_moving
thread of silver wire. And yet,_though the descent_was so great,
there would be no interruption_to_it. Looking down over the thick
forest_trees_which grew almost from the side_of_a_precipice, the eye
would reach the_river some thousand feet below, and_then ascend on
the other side over a like unbroken_expanse of foliage.

Of_course we both declared that_we_had_never seen anything to equal
