Considering what they had undergone, I think they had kept a very good reckoning of time, for they had lost only four days.
DECEMBER 30, 1834.
We anchored in a snug little cove at the foot of some high hills, near the northern extremity of Tres Montes.

After breakfast the next morning a party ascended one of these mountains, which was 2400 feet high.

The scenery was remarkable.

The chief part of the range was composed of grand, solid, abrupt masses of granite, which appeared as if they had been coeval with the beginning of the world.

The granite was capped with mica-slate, and this in the lapse of ages had been worn into strange finger-shaped points.
These two formations, thus differing in their outlines, agree in being almost destitute of vegetation.