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all temptation, I poured it out on the ground. Every 

 bit of i3aj)er, cotton, and string was treasured, while 

 pins and candle-ends were treasures to be eloquently 

 argued over. 



As we rode slowly to the station, the birds seemed to 

 gather in greater numbers than I had seen them at 

 any time before, and the air was filled with the calls 

 of quail, and the cries of parrots and yellow fly- 

 catchers. 



The kindness of our Mexican friend and his family 

 sinks deep into our hearts. Hospitality and kindness 

 suffer nothing because dealt out from beneath a som- 

 brero. 



Wherever we have made camp, there was always 

 some one, a half-grown boy generally, who, seizing the 

 opportunity of our visit, came from the nearest village 

 and made himself so useful to us that we were glad to 

 teach him a little English and help his eager and 

 ambitious spirit to some knowledge of the outside 

 world. 



At this last place, Maria Dolores, a daughter of our 

 Mexican host, was the brightest and most intelligent 

 of this class of Mexicans whom we had met. It was 

 remarkable how readily she learned English words and 

 phrases. She became very fond of Sefiorita, and at 

 parting, pressed upon her her choicest gift, some dulces 

 made of the organ cactus. Her sorrowful Adios ! 



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