MESSING AROUND IN MEXICO 



us think that some day this region will witness 

 boring activities, but actual exploration was 

 out of the question. 



Overboard went the skiff and the speed 

 boat when we finally came to anchor, and we 

 landed to arrange a trip into the mountains 

 for big-horn sheep. The population of Los 

 Angeles Bay consists of two families, and their 

 houses nestle close to a spring that supplies 

 the only drinking water within many miles. 

 Both families are always out of provisions. 

 Sefior McDonough is the leading citizen, but 

 he doesn't pronounce it that way. He is a 

 real Mexican, and he calls himself "Mad- 

 done." 



Maddone was away, but the other half of the 

 adult male population trooped down to the 

 beach, and to him we made known our desires. 

 We needed burros to convey us into the local 

 Alps, and we were in a hurry to get them. He 

 agreed that time was the essence of this under- 

 taking, and promised to hasten forthwith, or 

 even sooner, to the vague rancho of a vaguer 

 friend, where there were beasts of burden by 

 the thousand, or, at least, by the hundred. 

 To be conservative, there were not less than 

 a dozen. Anyhow, he was a man of energy; 



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