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relief soon after daybreak to learn that 

 the "padron" had been sighted on the 

 opposite bank near a Mexican house. 

 Soon he was in camp, reciting adven- 

 tures of a compass gone wrong because 

 of water in it, of a lost trail, and, after 

 continual wandering through the day 

 and into the night, an uncomfortable 



seemed to have about all they could 

 pull. There was snow on this moun- 

 tain, too ; and while I will not say that 

 I walked barefooted over it, as some one 

 has intimated, yet I must admit that 

 my worn footgear by this time was not 

 such as to yield much protection. 



It was not manv davs before we were 



Digging for spoils. — Work witli pick and shovel is not ordinarily considered attractive, but there is 

 a fascination about delving in a buried house with the hope of unearthing a choice piece of pottery, that 

 makes one forget the labor involved 



time passed in an adobe hut trying to 

 dodge leaks in the broken roof. 



Hot baths and sunshine soon effaced 

 the memory of this disaster, and it was 

 not until we were ready to resume our 

 travels and found poor Daisy disabled 

 that we began to wonder if our good 

 luck had left us. But the walking over 

 the rocky road was not bad and we 

 trudged gaily onward. Of course there 

 was the wagon, but the horses alwavs 



obliged to leave the lamed pony along 

 the way with a Mexican friend of the 

 driver's, since from lack of proper at- 

 tention, combined with having to travel 

 every day, her injury had grown worse 

 instead of better. As a final disaster, 

 the kingbolt of the wagon lu'oke off 

 short as we were crossing a deep gully 

 one day, with no blacksmith shop inside 

 of thirty miles. Having by tliis time 

 grown somewhat philosophical, we sat 



