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Arisachi," deserted by its original owners. It is 

 worked by Tarimari Indians and owned now by 

 some one whose name we could not find out. We 

 tried to buy cattle, for we had had no fresh meat 

 for several days; but any we pointed out could not 

 be bought, no owner could be found. I told Van 

 Horn, our best shot, to pick out the fattest yearling 

 he could find, and we would pay the owner if he 

 came forward. The beast was no sooner shot than 

 a man claimed the price. By the time we had 

 dressed the animal, and packed the four quarters 

 on our meat mules, no vestige was seen of the dead 

 animal — entrails, head, etc., being carried off by 

 the Indians. 



From this rancho we had to leave our beautiful 

 stream for a mountain pass, and the first precipice 

 we ascended cost Watkinson his horse; the poor 

 brute had no bones broken, but was so lame from 

 his fall, that we had to leave him behind. There 

 was plenty of grass and water in the valley near 

 which he fell and we hoped he would be found 

 and cared for, not eaten, as among these Indians is 

 the rule when horses or mules are broken down or 

 injured. In places our road was almost impassable, 

 but we reached the top of the first hill and had a 

 view of the next, about three times higher. We 

 could see very distinctly the zig-zag line of our 

 road, in the red clay between the rocks and stones, 

 and foresaw hard work for ourselves and our 



