To the Gulf of Cortez 



and knotted the fragments into a strong, pli- 

 able cord. 



In two days we were again in the Trinidad 

 Valley, and in two days more — one of them 

 passed in facing a cold, driving storm, of great 

 violence — we had reached our old friend, Don 

 Manuel Murillo, at El Rayo. Here we lay 

 over a day to rest the animals, and Don 

 Manuel again played the part of a good angel 

 in letting us have some hay. 



I tried a shot at a duck on a little pond. 

 The shot was a costly success. The duck 

 died, but I had to wade for his remains 

 through many yards of frozen mud and dirty 

 water. The duck, though lean, was tender. 

 My last hunt was for deer at El Rayo, with 

 a boy of Don Manuel's for guide. Toward 

 noon I saw two deer and shot them. I do not 

 at present know just how to class them. The 

 tail is that of the ordinary mule-deer, or black- 

 tail, of Colorado and Montana, but there is no 

 white patch on the rump. 



The most of the deer in Lower, as well as 

 in Southern, California have little white on 

 their rumps, as in these specimens, but the 

 upper surface of the tail is generally dark. 

 The majority of the animals also are smaller 



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