"Yes, you may all three go, if Mr McRitchie will take care of you," said the captain, laughing.  Fleming got leave to accompany us, as he had been unwell for some weeks, and the captain thought a trip on shore would do him good.  We found that there would be time to get right up among the mountains, where we hoped to find some good sport, our great ambition being to kill a guanaco--the name given to the llama in its wild state.  A number of boatmen good-naturedly helped us to land on the beach, with our guns and carpet-bags.  It was market-day; the market was full of vegetables and other provisions, and the place bore a very cheerful aspect.  We heard that, in spite of the want of level ground, the town has very rapidly improved in the last few years.  The country generally, since order has been established, has become prosperous. Everybody praises the climate, and perhaps there is not a finer in the world; for, although hot in summer, the air is dry and pure, and tempered by the sea-breeze, which regularly sets in every forenoon.  In the harbour were two or three old hulks, the remains of the fleet commanded by Lord Dundonald, when he performed one of his most gallant exploits--the cutting out of the _Esmeralda_ frigate, belonging to the Spaniards, from the port of Callao.  Fleming was with him, and told me all about it.