faces, with the yellowish-brown skin and slanting eyes of the Malay
races. The eyes showed a great discoloration in the upper part of the
iris. They possessed straight hair, slightly inclined to curl at the end.
The nose was flattened at the root. They wore a few ornaments of feathers
on the head. Their clothing consisted of a loose gown not unlike a Roman
toga. The women were good-looking when very young.

The Campas claimed to be the direct descendants of the Incas. There is no
doubt that the Campas were practically the same tribe as the Antis, once
a most powerful tribe which inhabited an extensive territory to the north
and east of Cuzco. In fact, the eastern portion of the Inca country was
once called Anti-Suya. The Campas, or Antis, were formerly ferocious.
They are now quite tame, but still retain their cruel countenances,
resembling closely those of Polynesians and Malays.

We left that place on January 20th in drenching rain. The river was much
swollen, and formed a whirlpool of great magnitude just over some bad
rapids. We crossed from mountain-side to mountain-side, some 400 ft.
above the stream, in a sling car running along a wire rope. The car
consisted of two planks suspended on four pieces of telegraph wire. As
the sling had been badly constructed it did not run smoothly along the
cable. I had an unpleasant experience--everybody had who used that
conveyance--as I was going across from one side to the other of the
stream, a distance of some 200 metres or more. The ropes which were used
for pulling the car along got badly entangled when I had reached the
middle of the passage. The Indians and the Frenchman pulled with violent
jerks in order to disentangle them, and caused the car to swing and bump
to such an extent that it was all I could do to hold on and not be flung
out of it. Having been swung to and fro for the best part of an hour on
that primitive arrangement, I was able to proceed on the other side of
the stream. Fortunately we had taken the precaution of making the animals
cross over the river the previous evening, before it was in flood, or
else we should have been held up there for several days. Leaving the
Azupizu river, we followed the river Kintoliani, which joined the Azupizu
and formed with it a most formidable stream.

[Illustration: A Famous Inca Wall, Cuzco.

The various rocks fit so perfectly that no mortar was used to keep them
in place.]

The trail was at a great height, some 600