Our camps have ranged through all 

 varieties of scene, from the flat, sandy, 

 desert abomination, to the beautiful 

 sheltered spot with towering cliffs of 

 ^■aricolored sandstone overshadowing it. 

 There have been springs and streams of 

 water in places, and drought has been 

 our lot in others. I am reminded of a 

 time when we had more water than we 

 needed. It was one evening when we 

 wei'c moving camp. The day had been 

 fine, l)ut as we were loading the last of 

 our things on the wagon, there came up 

 one of those sudden thunder storms 

 common to the region in summer and 

 fall. Soon the pitchy darkness was re- 

 lieved only by the continual sheets of 

 lightning. By the time \vc reached our 

 destination, a rock-shelter camp, most 

 of us were drenched to the skin. The 

 usually dry arroyo between tlie rock 

 shelter and the place where a careless 

 driver had dumped our lieloiigings, had 

 become an impassable torrent, so that 

 we were obligred to huddU^ in the cave 



until midnight, before our bedding 

 (fortunately protected by heavy can- 

 vas) could be rescued. 



The first summer the work of the 

 expedition was can-icMl on along lines 

 that necessitated camps of a more or 

 less permanent nature, as compared 

 with those of the season just closed. 

 The rock-shelter kitchen at San Cri.^to- 

 bal — which Senator Pankey, the owner 

 of the "81,000 acre ranch" on which it 

 was situated, persisted somewhat to our 

 confusion in dubbing "Honeymoon 

 Camp" — became quite like home before 

 it was finally abandoned. Our -work- 

 men, all ^lexicans, soon became old 

 friends and we found them waiting for 

 our return the next season to resume 

 ^vork for us. Most of them spoke no 

 English and were a happy-go-lucky set, 

 being quite content apparently with to- 

 day's frijoles and black coffee, with no 

 thought for the morrow. They no doubt 

 had their opinion of folks who would 

 spend so much time and money digging 

 holes in the ground and collecting 

 worthless bits of bone and pottery, 

 but they were polite enough to keep 

 it to themselves. Old "Socrates" was 

 so named by the head of the expedition 

 because of his great knowledge of every- 

 thing on earth or in the heavens above. 

 No question could be put to him that 

 he was not prepared to answer, and he 

 had a name and a use for every plant 

 that grew in the vicinity. All this past 

 summer we drank a wild tea recom- 

 mended by him and found it good. He 

 had stories of l)uriod treasure, supposed 

 to be well guarded l)y the Indians: and 

 he wanted a chance to dig in the old 

 church ruin at San Marcos, but when 

 there later on, his natural aversion to 

 hard labor overcame his greed for gold. 

 One young fellow brought into camp 

 his wife (a mere girl of about fifteen 

 3'ears) and baby, with all tlieir personal 



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