dies, wrapped in comforters and blank- 

 ets, and bound with buckskin to the 

 branches near the trunk, fifteen or 

 twenty feet from the ground, too high 

 for coyotes, too tight for vultures. But 

 what caught our attention as we 

 dropped into the gully was one of the 

 bundles that had slipped from its fas- 

 tenings and was hanging by a thong. 



It needed but a tug to pull it to the 

 ground. Burfield supplied that tug, 

 and we all got a shock when the 

 wrappings, dislodged by the fall, parted 

 at one end and disclosed the face of a 

 mummy. I had retreated to the other 

 end of the little dip, not caring to wit- 

 ness some awful spectacle of disinte- 

 gration; but a mummy — no museum- 

 cased specimen, labelled ' hands off,' but 

 a real mummy of one's own finding 

 — was worth a few shudders to examine. 



