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Rethinking the Andes–Amazonia Divide
Nowhere on Earth is there an ecological transformation so swift and so extreme as between the snow-line of the high Andes and the tropical rainforest of Amazonia. The different disciplines that research the human past in South America have long tended to treat these two great subzones of the continent as self-contained enough to be taken independently of each other. Objections have repeatedly been raised, however, to warn against imagining too sharp a divide between the people and societies of the Andes and Amazonia, when there are also clear indications of significant connections and transitions between them. Rethinking the Andes–Amazonia Divide brings together archaeologists, linguists, ...
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The Andes
The Andes is the longest continental mountain range in the world and was home to one of the great ancient civilizationsthe Incas. This fascinating book describes the geological makeup and history of the Andes mountain range. The Andes' connection to the cultures and ways of life of the people in South America who live in its shadow is also explored.
Vicuña
The vicuña is a small camelid that lives in the high alpine areas of the Andes--prized for its extraordinarily soft and fine wool--that has been long threatened with extinction. This book tells the story of the vicuña, its natural habitat, and the complexities of its existence and the efforts to save it.
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Across the Andes
Example in this ebook CHAPTER I OLD PANAMA, AGAMEMNON, AND THE GENIAL PICAROON It was in Panama—the old Panama—and in front of the faded and blistered hotel that I met him again. A bare-footed, soft-voiced mozo had announced that a person, a somebody, was awaiting me below. Down in the broken-tiled lobby a soured, saffron clerk pointed scornfully to the outside. Silhouetted against the hot shimmer that boiled up from the street was a jaunty figure in a native, flapping muslin jacket, native rope-soled shoes, and dungaree breeches, carefully rolling a cigarette from a little bag of army Durham. It turned and, from beneath the frayed brim of a native hat, there beamed upon me the genial as...
