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60 NOTES OF A BOTANIST<br />

as the Cinchonas, some of which it sufficiently<br />

resembles in both leaves and flowers, but differs<br />

the<br />

generically in the seeds being wingless ; and<br />

bark, although slightly bitter, has none of the febrifugal<br />

and antiperiodic properties of the Cinchonas.<br />

<strong>The</strong>re had not been wanting people on the spot who<br />

warned Don Luis of his mistake ;<br />

but<br />

he was too<br />

opinionated to listen to them, and persevered to his<br />

disastrous overthrow.<br />

My host at Lamas was the venerable vicar,<br />

Padre Antonio Reategui, and he must needs have<br />

me stay all the following day with him ;<br />

but the<br />

time was not lost to me, for I botanised the whole<br />

hill-top, made a sketch of the curious town, and on<br />

the two evenings of my stay profited by the intelligent<br />

conversation of the Padre. It was from him<br />

I got the first trustworthy account of the mountain<br />

I was bent on visiting. A small colony had recently<br />

been established on the flanks of the Campana, con-<br />

sisting of an Indian named Chumbi and his family,<br />

and of his two sisters, their husbands and young<br />

children. To Chumbi the Padre gave me a letter<br />

of recommendation, and assured me I should find<br />

in his hut at least good shelter, and store of plantains<br />

to eat along with my charqui.<br />

Having lingered so long at Lamas,<br />

hasten over the remainder of the journey.<br />

I must<br />

On the<br />

22nd we reached Tabalosos, a small Indian village<br />

on the opposite side of the deep valley of the Mayo,<br />

and at about the same distance from Lamas as<br />

Tarapoto. At Tabalosos I passed the night in the<br />

house of some relations of Chumbi, my bed being<br />

merely a hide spread on the earthen floor, like those<br />

of the other inmates. <strong>The</strong> next day's journey was

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