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the ground, building up the sides with reed, 

 cactus slats, bamboo, or mesquite, the top cov- 

 ered with brush; there was always a ramada or 

 piazza and here the family lived. In one, swung 

 an attractive baby in a native hammock, beneath 

 which, tethered to a root, was a little spotted 

 pig, evidently, a pet, with several hairless dogs, 

 others with hair, and with evident prejudices 

 against Americanos. In none of these houses 

 was there any evidence of beds or bedclothes; 

 mats constructed of woven fibre were leaning 

 against the walls, and these were beds, and the 

 poorer classes, despite the cool nights, which 

 prevail here, are not embarrassed by any of the 

 encumbrances of civilization; the single serape, 

 which every man possesses, performs innumer- 

 able duties. 



From Lagunabampo it was but a few miles 

 to the town of Tobari, which at the present time 

 boasts of but one family of Yaquis, who looked 

 upon us and our ferro carril as a menace, a 

 feeling their half coyote dogs shared. We 

 camped directly on the bay (Porto de Tobari), 

 really a series of inlets affording anchorage for 

 vessels of fair size. The inlet opposite was a 

 quarter of a mile wide, then came a long low 

 island or peninsula, with the outer bay a mile 

 wide, then another long island, in its turn bi- 

 sected by a charming laguna, across which, from 

 the outer beach, came the roar and splendid 



