130 Recreation's of a Sportsman 



met occasional Yaquis or a train of burros com- 

 ing in from the Bacatete, the drivers solemnly 

 saluting: 



" Como esta Yd. senors" " Adios senors" 

 every Indian with serape over the shoulder, and 

 with some dominant color about him, that 

 seems to fit into the peculiar aura of greens 

 about every person and thing. 



There was no particular landmark to go by. 

 Hechos, pitahayas, big mesquites with great 

 wood-rat nests high in the branches, now and then 

 clumps of palo verde, from which the attention 

 would be taken by the paper trees and their red 

 blossoms, and again the yellow blossoms of the 

 palo verde against the purple tints of distant 

 mountains. Then we would pass clumps of 

 beautiful ironwood, covered with brilliant lav- 

 ender blossoms. Everything was spines, or 

 claws, and even the noises were peculiar to the 

 cactus forest. A great white-tailed or rumped 

 hare, with ears eight inches long, loped along 

 ahead, and numbers of Mexican eagles caracaras 

 left a large pitahaya, and flew clumsily on, and 

 through the forest in places came the wara, war a, 

 ward, of some mysterious bird, a dominant note 

 of a strange region. Green and red parrots flew 

 across the trail with harsh cries and heavy flight, 

 then sweet as the note of a lute would come 

 chut chut yano yano soi, soi, net somel twit towit 

 boro tweto, the melody of the sweetest songster 



