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Updated: May 3, 2025
We could see the creatures, some of them being of great size, swimming about beneath the boat in all directions. It at once occurred to me that I should let Guest know, for we were getting short of provisions on board the Fray Bentos, and had been using native food pork, yams, and taro, to eke out our scanty store.
"A day sooner than I prophesied, Drake! Wish we had a glass, so that we could make out which it is. I am rather inclined to think it is the Fray Bentos it looks too big for the cutter. Anyway, whichever it is, she's becalmed; but even if there is not a breath of wind during the night, she'll be closer in in the morning, as the current is bound to set her along this way."
But it will be snug enough on the outer side of the island, where they won't dream of looking for it, and where we can use it whenever we like for we'll shift our camp down there to-day.... God knows how long we may have to live here if anything has happened to the Fray Bentos and the Francesca and so we must run no needless risks."
The population is about a million and a quarter eighteen to the square mile. The principal industry is stock raising. The country has something like nine million head of cattle and fifteen million head of sheep. The meat packing business is enormous for such a small country. Fray Bentos, a town near Montevideo, boasts of the largest establishment in the world for the preparation of beef extract.
The crashing of trees mingling with the demoniacal shriek of the hurricane, was enough to disturb the mind of the bravest; but my companion lay quietly beside the fire, smoking his pipe and talking to me as he would had we been seated at the supper table on board the Fray Bentos.
Some one handed me a tin of "bully beef," and I ripped the top off with the trusty hunting knife which had been my faithful companion on every expedition I had made into the unknown wilds of Canada for the past twenty years, and I finished that tin of beef with apologies to "Fray Bentos." In the afternoon I started down for the front line of trenches to see how they were getting along there. Capt.
Carrying the raft down to the water we quickly put on board the bundles of young coconuts, not deeming it worth while to bother with the old ones and the cooked birds, as we quite expected to be alongside the Fray Bentos within three hours at least, the sea being as calm as a mill-pond, and the raft very light.
I hailed him: "Good morning, Captain; where are your men?" "Taking it out in 'bunk, oh," he answered with a laugh. "I came on deck about two hours ago, and told them to turn in until four bells." "You'll ruin them for the Fray Bentos, sir," cried our mate with grumbling good-humour. "Why don't you start one of 'em at the galley fire for your coffee!"
"That is very kind of you, Captain Guest," he said; "but to tell you the exact truth, I don't know my own mind at this moment. I've a hazy sort of an idea that I'd like to keep the Fray Bentos company for a bit longer. I can outsail you in light winds and I really don't care what I do now. And if you can spare me a couple of hands, I could jog along in company with you indefinitely.
In 1889, when I first went there, there were thirty- two millions of horned cattle grazing on a thousand hills. Liebig's famous establishments at Fray Bentos, two hundred miles north of Montevideo, employs six hundred men, and kills one thousand bullocks a day. Uruguay has some good roads, and the land is wire-fenced in all directions.
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