122 Recreations of a Sportsman 



coming and going, balancing the heavy ollas on 

 their heads. 



The car was a constant source of wonder. 

 When we went up the single street children, 

 pigs, and chickens fled to the adobes, the elders 

 crowded the blue and yellow doorways, while the 

 dogs of varied types flew at us with every demon- 

 stration of rage and resentment. 



Muchobanipo was surrounded by a mesquite 

 forest, and as we dropped down to the sea, the 

 cactus forest grew less and less dense, disap- 

 pearing as we rolled into a little town, of four 

 or five homes of the characteristic Yaqui type, 

 artistic, and constructed on the admirable plan 

 that it was easier to let the wind blow dust and 

 sand completely through a house than to pile 

 up against it. Here, the well was a little laguna 

 surrounded by willows, cotton wood (alamo), 

 and big mesquite trees. I could not catch the 

 name so called it Lagunabampo. It is safe, 

 when in doubt along the Kio Mayo country, to 

 add " bampo." The major-domo, the chief of 

 Lagunabampo, was a Yaqui of gigantic pro- 

 portions, who lined up his entire family around 

 the trackless ferro carril and was photographed. 

 Race suicide need not be feared at Laguna- 

 bampo. 



The homes of these people were flat, rect- 

 angular structures ten or fifteen feet long, made 

 by thrusting four or more mesquite poles into 



