Georges Clemenceau, South America To-day
“ I strain my eyes to discern some features of the country: a dismantled forest is dying in the dust; some lean cattle are grazing, on clay apparently; enormous cactuses, like trees; flocks of small white birds with pink beaks, known as "widows" (viudas) ; and, from time to time, the beauty of a flight of cackling parrots, making in the sunlight flashes of emerald in the dusty air.The Marseillaise! the Tricolor! the Governor, the French colony!—this is Tucuman's reception of me. ”
