dles, 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. 
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