EQUINE STUDY OF A MONOLITH
At Tiahuanacú. The horses stand on the floor of
a prehistoric temple.
From Tiahuanaco we went north over the sandy plain until we came to a hill, from the top
of which I had the first sight of Lake Titicaca. Its deep blue reflected the mountains in the
distance, and the dazzling white peaks to the east made a glorious background against the del-
icate blue sky.
We halted in a village called Guaqui, where the steamers arrive from Puno, the Peruvian
to be very small, but suffice it to say that modern steamers take twelve hours to make the trip
way to the Pacific port, Mollendo, they were dismantled and transported by rail up to Puno.
Here they were re-assembled for service on the lake, which is the highest navigable water in
the world, being some 11,400 feet above sea level.
A Bolivian regiment was stationed in Guaqui, and I spent a happy day as their guest. The
officers did everything to make my stay a pleasant one, and my horses were well looked after,
and in the evening a dance was arranged to which the few white girls of the village were in-
He wore a kind of boy scout uniform and on his left arm he had pinned an American flag.
Having saluted me in an exaggerated military style, he handed me a card on which his photo-