After refreshing ourselves with a cup of tea we set out for Sorata, distant about six leagues.
Sorata, a volcanic peak in the Bolivian Andes, 21,470 ft. in height.
Miss Merril turned and looked at him as he sat on the Sorata's counter in the navy cap, and a smile crept into her eyes.
In 1781 Sorata was destroyed and the gold country virtually abandoned.
The Sorata went to sea again next morning, and one night a week later she bore up for Vancouver before a westerly breeze.
Next morning he stood on his bridge watching the Sorata slide out of harbor.
Then I was only accompanied by two Indians—no white people—and was travelling towards Sorata.
Then, luckily, my men turned up, and I was able to continue my journey to Sorata.
The man who left it on board the Sorata privately discharged himself from one of the Pacific squadron.