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time as they disappeared wildly ahead of us 

 into the darkness. Simultaneously, almost, 

 an expression from the rear seat caused us 

 to turn round, just in time to see the old lady 

 faint away. After giving her a good drink 

 of old JNIonongahela we had the satisfaction 

 of seeing her spirits speedily revive, and soon 

 everything was lovely again; and we all de- 

 cided that the incident was but a lark of two 

 tipsy JNIexican cowboys. 



Indeed, it was not long before the spirits 

 began to manifest themselves with musical ef- 

 fect, and the sweetness of the desert air was 

 disturbed by the old lady and her daughter 

 enchanting the company with a song entitled 

 ■"T is my Bonny Blue-eyed Scotch Lassie Jean. 

 Song succeeded song, until sometime in the 

 wee hours of the morn we arrived at our point 

 of destination by the stage. 



After a couple of hours' needed rest, the 

 hunter was again on the road toward the happy 

 hunting ground selected by him for the trip — ■ 

 from early dawn until midnight crossing two 

 ridges of the Sierra Madre in a two-horse 

 buggy, with nothing of great interest along 



