A Desert Fishing Pool 391 



suddenly dropped behind the furnace-like hills, 

 and an ebony night seemed to shut in; and then, 

 as I passed over a sand dune, there rose on the 

 air ye gods and fishes ! the voice of one Caruso 

 literally crying in the wilderness. It is the 

 unexpected which always happens, and here, far 

 out on the desert, was a miner's tent, its sole 

 furnishing being a burro and a talking machine; 

 the latter was in vigorous action, drowning the 

 mournful sound of the Salton Sea, and as it ran 

 down the burro took up the refrain, arousing a 

 distant coyote, who imitated successfully a dozen 

 of his tribe, and presto ! the desert was awake. 



