The Argosy — page 234: what you’re looking at

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Letters from Majorca. 217 They both lead downward, sir,” he said, and perhaps both meet at the end.” It was a sensible remark, pleasantly vague. We made a shot for it, and turned to the right. I was on the very verge of expiring from fatigue, and we had no remedy at hand. We had the mule and the paniers, but A. and B. had carried off all the flasks. As soon as we get back to England, I intend to have them prosecuted by the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. ‘There are crimes that cannot be passed over. ih ' {/y vA “ Wy — ae taare ; ; —— = v= = ip CLA AT - = ’ = =: - " \ ; — ————" : ' — wy = : ¥ ~— tn WM \ VAN \\\ ng > \ ) = ~=¥ 2... — “i ANCIENT OLIVE TREES. Our right road very soon proved a wrong one. It led us ina very short time into the narrow, broken pathway of a dried-up torrent. Anything more terrible in the way of walking you cannot imagine. It wound and twisted about like a snake in agony. Its ups and downs were far worse than the uncertainties of life. It was a series of crumbling stones and small rocks. Of secure foothold, there was none. Often it was so steep that we simply had to slide down to the next landing stage. We were rolling and tumbling about the whole time. The very conies themselves would often have been tempted to turn backwards. _ It was evident that we had lost our way, and turned out of the right track. Our only hope was that, as we were certainly descend- ing all the time, and as all roads lead to Rome, so in the end we should find ourselves in Soller, { COnnicloooKs (©)