We next wished to get up to Cuzco, the ancient capital of the Incas, situated high up among the Andes; but we had no time to accomplish the journey.  We heard, however, of a very interesting place twenty-five miles to the south of Lima, on the coast.  It was the city and temple of Pachacamac, "the creator of the world," supposed to have been built in times long anterior to those of the Incas.  We had two days to spare before the ship was to sail, and the captain said we might visit the place.  The doctor, Jerry, and I, with a guide, a half Indian, set out, accordingly, at an early hour on horseback.  We were accompanied by Silva, who, from speaking Spanish perfectly, went as our interpreter. He was still ill, and weak from his wounds and his exposure on the wreck, but he begged so hard that he might go on shore, that the doctor could not refuse him.  He had won the regard of all by his respectful and unobtrusive manners, and had managed completely to obliterate the suspicions which the captain at first entertained of him.  The doctor told us during the ride more than I knew before about the country.  The early inhabitants were worshippers of Pachacamac, and when the Incas introduced the religion of the Sun, instead of destroying the faith they found existing, with an enlightened policy they allowed the temples of both to exist side by side.  Passing close to the lofty cliffs of the Morro Solar, we rode through a large sugar estate, and then across a sandy desert, with several lakes in it stocked with water-fowl, and soon afterwards, from the top of a gentle ascent, we saw before us the hill on which stands the remains of the once celebrated temple.  The mighty fane stood at the top of the hill, with terraces encircling it, and surrounding the base was the town.  Beyond were seen the blue waters of the Pacific rolling on the sandy shore.  We could not help feeling sad and awe-struck as we rode into the deserted city.  The walls were there, although many were battered down, but the roofs of all had disappeared. Passing through the town, we climbed up a height 400 feet above the sea, where the remains of the great temple were standing.  The walls surrounding the centre space are about twenty feet high, and we discovered even some of the vermilion paint with which they were adorned still adhering to them.  Below this wall were a succession of three broad terraces.  The interior shrine was entirely destroyed by Hernando Pizarro, when he was sent by his brother, at the suggestion of the Inca Atahuallpa, to collect the treasures which it was supposed to contain. The priests had got notice of his purpose, and flying, had concealed the greater portion of their wealth.  Disappointed in his expectations, Pizarro having stripped the shrine of all its gold and ornaments, levelled it with the ground.  The interiors of the larger portion of the houses were full of sand.