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A Buffalo Hunt in Northern Mexico. 



A MAGUEY FIELD. 



trees scarce vigorous enough to cover their nakedness with the sug- 

 gestion of foliage, he gazes off over them all, who ever saw a horizon 

 with a span so very, very wide ? If he looks higher to the sky, nay into 

 it, how the blue inverted bowl widens and deepens as the clear eye 

 shears on, on, through depths to other depths immeasurable ! And 

 looking, lo ! out of them, by some deft magic, — out of the remove of 

 horizon or the added depths of sky, illusions most likely of atmos- 

 phere absolutely purified, or out of them all, it may be, — the En- 

 chanter evolves for me all the effects of space. Did it the same for 

 him ? And did he feel them as I did ? 



We came at length to a body of water, in the Mexican, an esta7ique ; 

 in English, a pond. Off a little way a herd of sheep and goats, 



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