Saludos Amigos Page #3

All those warnings

came back to him now:

the treacherous crosscurrents,

the sudden storms.

Climb above the storm, Pedro!

Never mind the mail!

Let it go! Let it go!

Forget the mail!

Climb, Pedro! Climb!

Look out!

Climb, Pedro! Climb!

Get above the storm!

I know you can make it!

Drop the mail!

Youve got to save yourself!

More altitude!

25,000's all you need!

Up! Up!

Gun your motor! Now just a little more

and youll be in the clear!

Climb, Pedro! Climb!

Good boy!

Good boy!

I knew you could make it!

Youre all right now.

Just level off

and head straight for home.

He's out of gas.

Pedro! Pedro!

He's gone.

Back at the home field...

Pedro's parents

searched the skies in vain.

They knew that he couldnt

have held out this long.

Their brave little son was gone...

another martyr to the mail service.

Poor little fella.

His first flight.

It's too bad

it had to end this way.

What was that?

I wonder if it...

No, it couldnt be.

Wait! It is! It's Pedro!

Pedro! Petey boy!

Are you all right?

Well, dont ask me how he did it.

It wasnt exactly

a three-point landing...

but he did fulfil his mission.

He brought the mail through.

The mail,

that all-important cargo.

"Having wonderful time.

Wish you were... " Mmm.

Well, it might have been important.

And he did bring in the mail.

And so, the papa plane,

the mama plane...

and little Pedro

flew happily ever after.

Sailing eastward from Chile,

we cross the Argentine pampas...

just millions of acres

of rich grazing land...

the third largest city

in the Western Hemisphere.

Buenos Aires is a beautiful city.

This is the plaza de Mayo,

one of its delightful parks;

the Teatro Colon,

home of the opera;

and the stately Congress building,

centre of Argentinas government.

The tallest building

in South America...

the Edificio Cavanaugh.

Yes, they were really

impressed with the big city...

but impressive, too,

was the lure of the pampas...

and the Argentine gaucho

as painted by F. Molina Campos.

The party were guests

at his ranch studio...

where Senor Campos paints the gaucho...

with amazing detail and humour.

Seeing these pictures made them

more anxious than ever...

to meet these caballeros

in person.

And they lived up to their pictures.

A real Wild West show...

but just part

of the day's work for a gaucho.

Sketching these paisanos

in action was no easy ob.

But they did manage to get a good

look at the gaucho's equipment.

Silver coins decorate his belt,

or tirador.

The sheepskin saddle.

Soft horsehide boots.

This garment's called a chiri.

Here the visitors

were treated to an asado.

choice cuts of meat;

mate, the Argentine tea;

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