THE QUAIL OF MESQUITE CANYON 
I 
NE afternoon in the southwestern part 
of our country a strange procession 
might have been seen moving slowly 
along a very rough and stony trail. First came 
a flock of sheep followed by a tanned and poorly 
dressed man on horseback. Behind him was a 
covered wagon driven by a tired-looking woman 
on whose head was pinned an old cowboy hat. 
At her side sat a little girl about ten years of 
age. From their appearance it was clear tiat 
they had come far, and during their journey 
had camped many nights on the desert and 
ridden many days through its scorching sun. 
Now they had left the flat country and were 
slowly winding their way up Mesquite (Méskét) 
Canyon, which les in one of the many small 
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