BOLIVAR began to travel about the country, which was reverting quietly to peace, to agriculture, and to work. He went into the peasants' houses and entered into their schemes. He had had his own farms rebuilt and went sometimes to visit his farmers, for he had no longer time to deal with the cattle-raising himself.
He had often thought of making the ascent of Mount Chimborazo., which was at that time believed to be the highest spot on earth. With Manuela he set off for Quito, taking only a few devoted servants. From Quito he went to Chimborazo and climbed to more than sixty-eight hundred metres altitude. That night, carried away by the spirit of poetry, he wrote his celebrated 'Delirium,' where he found once more all the romantic side of his character, romanticism which wars and material cares had not been able to quench:
'Wrapped about in a rainbow, I came to the regions whence the river Orinoco bears its magnificent tribute to the god of waters. I had seen the unknown sources of the Amazon and I was fain to mount to the summit of the universe. I traced the footprints of La Condamine and Humboldt; my daring made me follow them; nothing could stop me. I reached the frozen heights. Until that day no human being had set foot upon the dazzling coronet with which Eter-