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With the encryption key, the NSA discover that Nikoladze has been using a network of unconventional relays to communicate with Georgian military cells. Tracing the full relay network back to the Chinese embassy in Yangon, Myanmar, Fisher is sent in discreetly to investigate. Fisher discovers from captured U.S. soldiers and high-ranking Chinese diplomats that Nikoladze is working alongside a rogue collective of Chinese soldiers led by General Kong Feirong, after rescuing them from being executed on a live web broadcast. After killing Grinko in a firefight when he attempts to kill the Americans and Chinese, Fisher moves to capture Feirong for information on Nikoladze's location. After preventing him from committing suicide in a drunken stupor, Feirong reveals that Nikoladze had fled back to Georgia in order to activate a device codenamed "The Ark".

Thus gained over by petty favors from the all-powerful dictator, thenegroes formed a corps of zealous spies and adherents of Rosas, whosesecret observations were carried on in the very midst of the familieswhom he suspected. They also formed a brigade of excellent troops, onwhose fidelity he was able to rely at all times.

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The woman in our caravan, of whom I have spoken before, on this dayfell and drove a splinter into her foot; and, as she could not extractit, I offered my services as medico. As I was successful, sheseemed overwhelmed with gratitude, and from that time she was almostthe only friend that I had among the people of the troop.

His hair hung in long black locks, excelled in jettiness only by thoseof Facundo, my cook. His toilet was attended to at such times as thesame operations were necessary for the comfort of his dog Choco, whenmaster and animal shared the use of the same toilet articles. I mightwrite a treatise upon his comb, in which I could speak of its decayedand broken parts; of its lusty and lively inhabitants that playedhide-and-seek between the teeth; of a brawny, lively creature from thehair of Don Manuel struggling for mastery with another from the shaggycoat of dog Choco.

While crossing the pampas I occasionally noticed that the water of someof the streams was brackish, but as we approached the Andes the waterof the rivers was pure, and free from salt. The San Juan and MendozaRivers, both of which may be called great torrents, bring down alluvialmud in their currents; but I never was able to detect any salineproperties either in the mud or water. The natives, however, haveassured me that there are many salt mines in the Andes.

I learned from these friends that the northern passes that led toCopiapo and Coquimbo were buried in the snow, and that, on thefirst-named road, a party of[Pg 278] eight arrieros, while latelyattempting to cross into Chili, had been frozen to death. The Coquimboroad was said to be equally as bad, for there eleven experiencedguides had just fallen victims to a fierce snow storm in the valleysof the Andes. The two southern passes of Uspallata and Portillo weremore elevated than the two northern ones, but were much shorter. ThePortillo could not be passed by man. The mail road of Uspallata was theone fixed upon by me as the most practicable; and though the courierreported the loss of two young Chilenos, who probably had been sweptaway by the mountain torrent, I believed that, having been reared ina New England climate, whose winters are rigorous, I could bear thehardships of the cold better than the native guides themselves.

On Saturday, November 10 (the last spring month of that latitude), Ibade adieu to the family, and started on the road to the city. DonGuillermo accompanied me to the river, that was swollen by the floodsfrom the valleys of the Andes, and went roaring along its coursewith a fearful rapidity. At the banks of the torrent my friend bademe farewell, charging me to be faithful to the promise I had madehim, namely, that I would endeavor to find out the residence of hissurviving relations, whom he had left sixteen years before in NorthAmerica, during which time he had not heard one word of their welfareor whereabouts. I promised again, and said farewell, and left him;it was necessary for me to cross the river, and I at once spurred myhorse into the torrent, and began to ford; fortunately, the animal wassure-footed and strong, and we landed safely on the opposite shore.

Again the valley was blocked up by a spur of the sierra, called theParamilla, the second one crossed since leaving the hamlet of ElDurazno. The sides were steep, and Don Fernando cautioned me againstwalking, observing that riding kept the puna (a peculiar effectproduced by inhaling rarefied air) at a distance. The summit of theParamilla was buried in a[Pg 297] deep drift of snow, through which we forcedour animals at considerable risk; for their exertions to keep a footingalmost overtasked their strength. Sometimes falling into concealedholes, they floundered in the great drift until our own services werenecessary to rescue them from injury. Finally, a passage was effected,and we wound down the west side to the banks of the torrent in thevicinity of the third snow hut. The color of the water had changed froma muddy hue to dark red, and it seemed to rush along more impetuouslythan at the entrance of the valley. The many little streams that fellover the precipices along the road were colorless; therefore I judgedthat either the bed of the torrent, or its source, gave to the waterits peculiar color; and it may be of interest to state in this place,that, as far as I could learn, all the rivers that descend into theArgentine Republic, on the east side of the Andes, are of a deep mudcolor, holding in suspension alluvial mud; while upon the Chili, orwest side of the Andes, the waters are clear and colorless.

While feeling our way along, old Yellow-skin, my horse, fell throughthe crust into a torrent that flowed into the river, leaving mestanding upon the broken edges of the hole. The guides pulled me fromthe chasm, and beat the old horse until he became excited to such adegree as to crawl out of his bath with a vigor that satisfied us hewould live to reach the open country. 2ff7e9595c