This fox, more curious or more scientific, but less wise, than the generality of his brethren, is now mounted in the museum of the Zoological Society.
We stayed three days in this harbour, on one of which Captain Fitz Roy, with a party, attempted to ascend to the summit of San Pedro.
The woods here had rather a different appearance from those on the northern part of the island.

The rock, also, being micaceous slate, there was no beach, but the steep sides dipped directly beneath the water.

The general aspect in consequence was more like that of Tierra del Fuego than of Chiloe.

In vain we tried to gain the summit: the forest was so impenetrable, that no one who has not beheld it can imagine so entangled a mass of dying and dead trunks.
I am sure that often, for more than ten minutes together, our feet never touched the ground, and we were frequently ten or fifteen feet above it, so that the seamen as a joke called out the soundings.

At other times we crept one after another, on our hands and knees, under the rotten trunks.