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cool, and now, tired from his successful effort, 

 he waited a while to rest, before returning. He 

 seated himself on the nearest boulder, took from 

 his pouch his paper and tobacco, and leisurely 

 rolled the inevitable cigarette with which the 

 Mexican passes every moment of quiet and many 

 of action. He described the whole process of 

 making the cigarette, striking the light, and his 

 enjoyment of the first whiffs of the consoling 

 weed. 



Every man, and especially every Mexican who 

 lives in this part of the world, is a practical geol- 

 ogist and mineralogist, and one of the most 

 natural actions is to break and chip away bits of 

 any rock near at hand, to see what mineral proper- 

 ties, if any, it may possess. After rolling his ciga- 

 rette, mechanically Castro did what I have seen him 

 do many times. Reaching down he grasped the 

 nearest fragment of rock, and began to chip away 

 a corner of the boulder on which he sat. The 

 first bit that was broken from it disclosed a mass 

 of silver. 



At that moment, before he had time to ex- 

 amine the treasure further, some slight noise 

 awoke him, and he knew it was all a dream. But 

 he was now really awake. Going to the door 

 as he had done in his dream, he perceived by the 

 situation of the stars in the heavens that the day 

 was not far distant, and he resolved to fulfil every 



