“Do you not tire of the solitude?”
“No. Each time I see new grandeur. Look over there. What is on that cliff?”
The three gazed in the direction he pointed.
“It seems to be a little animal about the size of a lamb,” said Ferguson.
“It’s an Andean bull.”
“But, surely, how can that be?”
“Because the cliff, which seems only a few hundred feet away, is thousands. In this rarefied air all distances and sizes are misleading.”
“What did this road cost?” Harvey asked.
“In money, no one knows exactly, unless it be the superintendent of public construction at Lima. Henry Meiggs took the contract in 1868 for $27,000,000, but the government has added many million dollars since then.”
“You say in money. What other cost has there been?”