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The Baby’s Shoe

A Literally True Tale of Patagonia

by Walter Clarence


I presume most of my readers have heard of Patagonia, and the Straits of Magellan; but few, very few persons have really seen that coast, and land of utter desolation. Even among those “who go down to the sea in ships and do business in great waters,” there are comparatively very few who know more regarding this far southern locality than that Cape Horn is situated at its southern extremity, and that it is a disagreeable spot for navigators and mariners to pass in consequence of the stormy weather which prevails over the greatest portion of the year, and the intense cold that is experienced, except on rare occasions, even during the summer season. Masters of vessels usually give Cape Horn a wide birth—steering far to the southward, where the wind is generally more steady, and where they are not so liable to be caught by heavy squalls off the highlands. It is but seldom that those who “double Cape Horn,” as it is termed in nautical parlance, even sight the curved summit of the lofty rocks off Terra del Fuego, whence the appellation of Cape Horn is derived, and those see it only at a distance.  At one period it was thought that ships bound to the Pacific Ocean would save time, and avoid tempestuous weather and rough seas, by going through the narrow straits of Magellan, and I believe some few ships did take this course; but it was soon discovered that the navigation through the straits was tedious and fraught with numerous perils, on account of the fogs and variable currents which therein prevail, and the practice was discontinued, and of late years, so much of the commerce between the Atlantic and Pacific is carried on by means of steamships, aided by the railroad across the Isthmus of Darien, that the voyages around the cape are much less frequently undertaken than they… Read More