His heart was breaking. He fell ill; for three days he remained in the wagon, with a coverlet over him, fighting a fever, and seeing no one except the capataz, who came to give him his drink and feel his pulse. And then he believed that he was lost, and invoked his mother in despair, calling her a hundred times by name: "O my mother! my mother! Help me! Come to me, for I am dying! Oh, my poor mother, I shall never see you again! My poor mother, who will find me dead beside the way!" And he folded his hands over his bosom and prayed.

他心要碎了，终于大病，连发了三日的热，拉些什么当做被盖了卧在车里。除“头脑’有时来递汤水给他或是替他按脉搏外，谁都不去顾着他。他自以为快死了，反复地叫母亲：“母亲！母亲！救救我！快到我这里来！我快要死了！母亲啊！不能再见了啊！母亲！我快要死在路旁了！”他将两手交叉在胸前祈祷。

Then he grew better, thanks to the care of the capataz, and recovered; but with his recovery arrived the most terrible day of his journey, the day on which he was to be left to his own devices. They had been on the way for more than two weeks; when they arrived at the point where the road to Tucuman parted from that which leads to Santiago dell'Estero, the capataz announced to him that they must separate. He gave him some instructions with regard to the road, tied his bag on his shoulders in a manner which would not annoy him as he walked, and, breaking off short, as though he feared that he should be affected, he bade him farewell. The boy had barely time to kiss him on one arm. The other men, too, who had treated him so harshly, seemed to feel a little pity at the sight of him left thus alone, and they made signs of farewell to him as they moved away. And he returned the salute with his hand, stood watching the convoy until it was lost to sight in the red dust of the plain, and then set out sadly on his road.

从此以后，病渐减退，又得了“头脑”的善遇，遂恢复原状。病虽好了，这旅行中最难过的日子也到了。他就要下车独自步行。车行了两星期多，现在已到了杜克曼和山契可·代·莱斯德洛分路的地方。“头脑”说了声再会，指了路径，又替他将在包搁在肩上，使他行路便当些，一时好像起了怜悯之心，接着即和他告别，弄得玛尔可想在“头脑”手上接吻的工夫都没有。要对那一向虐待他的人夫告别原是痛心的事，他们也都举手回答。到走开的时候也一一向他们招呼，玛尔可目送他们一队在红土的平野上消失了，才蹒跚地独自登上旅程。

One thing, on the other hand, comforted him a little from the first. After all those days of travel across that endless plain, which was forever the same, he saw before him a chain of mountains very high and blue, with white summits, which reminded him of the Alps, and gave him the feeling of having drawn near to his own country once more. They were the Andes, the dorsal spine of the American continent, that immense chain which extends from Tierra del Fuego to the glacial sea of the Arctic pole, through a hundred and ten degrees of latitude. And he was also comforted by the fact that the air seemed to him to grow constantly warmer; and this happened, because, in ascending towards the north, he was slowly approaching the tropics. At great distances apart there were tiny groups of houses with a petty shop; and he bought something to eat. He encountered men on horseback; every now and then he saw women and children seated on the ground, motionless and grave, with faces entirely new to him, of an earthen hue, with oblique eyes and prominent cheek-bones, who looked at him intently, and accompanied him with their gaze, turning their heads slowly like automatons. They were Indians.

旅行中有一事使他的心有所安慰。在荒凉无边的荒野过了几日，前面却看见高而且青的山峰，顶上和阿尔卑斯山一样地积着白雪。一见到此，如见到了故乡意大利。这山属于安第斯山脉，为美洲大陆的脊梁，南从契拉·代尔·费俄，北至北冰洋，像连锁似的纵直看，南北跨着一百十度的纬度。日日向北进行，渐和热带接近，空气逐步温暖，也使他觉得愉悦。路上时逢村落，他在那小店中买食物充饥。有时也逢到骑马的人，又有时见妇女或小孩坐在地上注视他。他们脸色黑得像上一样，眼睛斜竖，额骨高突，都是印第安人。