Hunting in Many Lands 



night, when I turned around and saw a pale 

 column of smoke rising above the crest of the 

 ridge against the evening sky. 



At once we marched around the ridge, and, 

 as we rose over the divide, we saw the whole 

 hillside flaming with signal fires. Our dear 

 old Anastasio had become alarmed and set fire 

 to fifteen or twenty dead mescals in different 

 places to guide us home. God bless a good 

 Indian ! 



With vast content we prepared and ate a 

 luxurious supper. Anastasio, however, fear- 

 ing that he might be hungry in the night, im- 

 paled all the ribs of one side of the ram on a 

 pole and planted it in a slanting position over 

 the fire. Thus he was enabled to put in his 

 time during his wakeful moments, and face 

 the prospect of a remote breakfast without 

 discouragement. 



The next day, I spent the morning in wash- 

 ing, resting, and cutting spikes out of my legs. 

 Anastasio packed in the second small ram, 

 and ate ribs and slept. Then, in the after- 

 noon, we got the rest of the big fellow down. 

 Anastasio, to make his load lighter, smashed off 

 the shanks with a stone, althouorh he carried 

 a knife in his belt — a striking trick of heredity. 



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