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each hat, and two or three silver ornaments, 

 they were dressed like cowboys, and both 

 picturesquely and appropriately. Their orna 

 mented saddles were of Navajo make. 



The second day s march \vas long. At one 

 point we dropped into and climbed out of a 

 sheer-sided canyon some tw r elve hundred feet 

 deep. The trail, which zigzagged up and down 

 the rocky walls, had been made by the Navajos. 

 After we had led our horses down into the 

 canyon, and were lunching by a spring, we 

 were followed by several Indians driving large 

 flocks of goats and sheep. They came down 

 the trail at a good rate, many of them riding 

 instead of leading their horses. One rather 

 comely squaw attracted our attention. She 

 was riding a weedy, limber-legged brood-mare, 

 followed by a foal. The mare did not look as 

 if it would be particularly strong even on the 

 level; yet the well-dressed squaw, holding be 

 fore her both her baby and her long sticks for 

 blanket-weaving, and with behind her another 

 child and a small roll of things which included a 

 black umbrella, ambled down among the broken 

 rocks with entire unconcern, and joked cheerily 

 with us as she passed. 



The night was lovely, and the moon, nearly 

 full, softened the dry harshness of the land, 



