MESSING AROUND IN MEXICO 



aborigine's idea of a practical joke, but, be 

 that as it may, I have no desire to again visit 

 the Sens. I have had so much practice that 

 I can tell nearly every time when I'm not 

 wanted. A nice time was had by all, to be 

 sure; but in view of the chill with which our 

 actual departure was enveloped, I have lost 

 interest in the spiritual progress or material 

 good of those Indians. I hope Salisbury's 

 collars chafe them. 



Salisbury's sheep country lay to the north 

 of Tiburon, but we had cruised seven hundred 

 miles since leaving Guaymas and our gasoline 

 was short. Another norther was blowing, 

 too, and, inasmuch as some of our party had 

 to get home, we reluctantly headed back. 



As I write this there are items in the daily 

 press about Mexico a revival of resentment 

 at fresh outrages in the Tampico and other 

 districts, renewed mutterings about interven- 

 tion. I cannot believe, in view of our past 

 policy, that the United States will intervene 

 not, at least, with armed troops. I may be 

 wrong frequently I am. Even before this 

 sees print, something may happen to draw 

 our military forces across the border. But it 

 is unlikely. It is doubtful, moreover, if that 



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