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the trip was tiring but we reached Ancud in due time.  The autocarril is no more than a nine passenger station wagon mounted on steel wheels and running on a railroad track.  The one and only hotel in Ancud is the Plaza and it is the worst yet.  It has all the inconveniences imaginable - the bathroom was filthy, the toilet out of order, no mirror for shaving, the bowl and pitcher in the rooms was dirty - but there were no bedbugs.  After 

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[[caption]] Escuela Práctica de Agricultura, Ancud. [[/caption]]

dropping our bags in our room, we went to the Escuela to meet the director, René Prado Solís.  He was very pleasant and took us over the building and grounds.  There are two types of agricultural education given in Chile - the usual courses in the universities leading to the degree of Ingeniero Agrónomo, open to students who have finished in the colegios, and the Escuelas Prácticas, giving practical training in farm practices to boys with little or no formal education.  At Ancud there was a dairy barn but it was not in any sense a model dairy and several acres in crops common to the region.  The plantings were well cared for and seemed to be flourishing.  All about the school were araucarias, sometimes singly and sometimes in rows.  Raúl met a friend who was invited to dinner with us at the hotel.  He said good night early and we went to bed.  At least the bed was clean and comfortable and I had a good night.

Feb. 23. We were up at 7, packed our two small bags and went to the boat.  The Lemuy is less than half as large as the Chacao and a little dirtier.  There being no wharf at Ancud, we were lightered out to the Lemuy (108 tons nett).  Since the trip was to be entirely by day, we had