"The yellow fever cemetery is there," he exclaimed, pointing with evident pride to a large square enclosure bristling with white crosses.
The degenerate creature was carrying a burlap sack which he dragged on the ground. Through a large hole in it, we saw red meat and the knee-cap of some animal.
"What have you got there?" I asked.
The degenerate pointed to the distant carcasses of mules rotting in the sun and above which soared carrion. Said he:
"I have just cut off a hock of mule."
"What for?"
"To eat. One must live, of course."
This disgusting habit of feeding on the carcasses of animals that have died a natural death or through disease is prevalent among the inhabitants of the arid zones of Peru and Northern Chile; where probably nowhere else on earth is the human race so degraded.
