you yon cottage-like edifice, close to Pedro's old home, with the
rustic porch in front, and the well-stocked garden around? That is the
residence of the overseer of the silver-mine, Lawrence Armstrong,
Esquire. The residence as well as the garden is well-stocked; for we
have ventured to gallop with you over Time as well as Space--one result
being that there are at least three descendants of the Incas, (by the
mother's side), romping in the garden.

On that mound a little way on the other side of Pedro's cottage stands
another building. It resembles the home of Lawrence, but with enough of
difference to afford the charm of variety. It is the home of the fine
young Cornish youth who worked his way across the sea as a sailor, and
accompanied Pedro to the mountains. That trip effectually settled _his_
business, and resulted in the conversion of Mariquita into Mrs Ansty.
The change may not strike ordinary readers as being very romantic, but
it was attended with much felicity.

In the small clump of wood just behind Pedro's cottage--where you see
the lakelet or tarn glittering in the sunlight, and sending its infant
waters to brawl over the neighbouring precipices and scamper down the
valley--stands a group of huts. These form the homes of Ignacio, the
old hunter, and Spotted Tiger with his family. Ignacio, you see,--still
tough and straight, as though he had made up his mind to live and hunt
for ever--has a strange power of attracting men to him, and has induced
his Indian friend to forsake his old home in the low grounds and dwell
with him in the mountains. Of course Spotted Tiger has brought his wife
with him, and Leetle Cub, (no longer little), and all the other cubs,
including poor Manca, the sick girl, who--thanks to Dr Armstrong's
skill, and change of scene, and God's blessing on all--is no longer
sick, but, on the contrary, robust and grateful.

Strange to say, our English sportsman is living with Ignacio just now,
with several sporting friends. He has been back to England and out
again since we last saw him, and goes aw-ing all over the settlement
with as much nonchalance and latent vigour as ever--when not better
engaged with Ignacio and Spotted Tiger, and Leetle Cub, in the
mountains.

In Lawrence's garden, among the romping descendants of the Incas, (by
the mother's side), may be seen four whitey-brown creatures. These are
the children of Quashy and Susan. Two of them are little Quashys and
two are