Identifier: travelsamongstg00whym (find matches)
Title: Travels amongst the great Andes of the equator
Year: 1894 (1890s)
Authors: Whymper, Edward, 1840-1911
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Publisher: New York, Scribner
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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les in a direct line, but the distance by the railroad (as laid out) will be50 miles, and upon this section there will be a rise of 7727 feet. I have no information as to the direction in which it is proposed to carry thisline (after passing Sibambe) beyond that which is furnished in the Report from Mr.Alfred St. John (Quito, July 14, 1891), where it is stated that a French syndicatehas obtained a concession from the Equatorian Congress for the purpose of carryingthe railway from Chimbo to Riobamba, and eventually to Quito, but thus far theFrench financiers have been unable to raise the necessary funds. Should a satis-factory arrangement be made by the Equatorian Government with the bondholdersfor the settlement of the foreign debt, British capitalists might inquire into thefeasibility and probable profitableness of such an undertaking, but before embarkinginto it very sound guarantees should be exacted. The line has not yet arrived at Sibambe ; and, should it ever do so, it will come
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E. WILSON, DEL SELECTIONS FROM THE AUTHORS BEDROOM COLLECTION AT GUAYAQUIL. chap. xx. TROPICAL DREAMS. 391 We went by steam-launch from Yaguachi to Guayaquil andthere separated,—Campana returning to Quito via Bodegas, andthe Carrels going by steamer to Panama. During the next fort-night. I lived principally in the hotel called The Ninth of October;where, although in a certain sense solitary, I was never withoutcompany. The wonderful exuberance of life chased away drowsi-ness, and, when sleep came, ones very dreams were tropical.Droves of mice galloped about at night, and swarms of minuteants pervaded everything. The harsh gnawings of voracious ratswere subdued by the softer music of the tender mosquito. These,the indigenous inhabitants, were supplemented by a large float-ing population ; and, in all, I collected fifty species of vermin in asingle room. A few selections are given in the accompanyingplate from fmy bedfellows at Guayaquil.1 Eleven years have elapsed since our return to

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