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that water was near, and at five o'clock in the 

 evening came upon some hollow rocks holding 

 pools of half putrid, cow-defiled rainwater. 

 The horses drank and we drank and made our 

 camp. 



It was past noon the following day when 

 we rode into Winslow, and a great relief it was 

 for the poor horses' sake, for since leaving 

 Ramer's Ranch they had eaten little. Our first 

 care was to place them in a convenient corral, 

 feed them well on rolled barley and good al- 

 falfa hay, and then seek quarters for ourselves. 

 We were to stay here several days to give the 

 animals ample time to recuperate and get in 

 condition to cross the three hundred miles of 

 desert lying between Winslow and Kanab, 

 Utah. 



We registered at the Navajo Hotel, said to 

 be the best in town, excepting of course Har- 

 vey's Railroad Hotel. We were too fough 

 looking for the conventional guests at Harvey's. 

 Without coats, for instance, one is not admitted 

 to his dining room, though no question is raised 

 in connection with the lunch counter at the 

 station. The Navajo Hotel, however, had very 

 comfortable rooms, well cared for, and a bath- 

 room, and we were well content to stop there. 

 Several unique signs were posted here and 



