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there is no wagon road here, nor have we seen one 
since we left the California road at Agua prieta. The 
country admits of nothing but mule paths; and whatlittle 
transportation there is, is carried on the backs of mules. 
Yet, with a guide, we managed to push our way with 
my carriage and six mule wagons through this defile, 
by cutting away the bushes and following the bed of 
the stream. Had there been any falls in this perpen- 
dicular cafion, we should have been in a sad predica- 
ment ; but fortunately the descent of the river was very 
gentle, creating only a slight ripple here and there. 
Deer and turkeys were frequently seen, but there were 
So many places of concealment, that on the first alarm 
they eluded our search, and none were killed. After 
leaving the caiion a valley opened upon us, still hem- 
med in by mountains; this we followed about nine 
miles, and encamped near a cluster of adobe houses, 
which bears the name of Chinapi. Distance travelled 
about twenty-two miles. 
Just before reaching this place we met some Mexi- 
cans, from whom we inquired the distance. Wishing 
also to obtain some information relative to the products 
and population of the country, we asked, ‘‘ How many 
people are there in Chinapi?” The reply was, “ Bas- 
tante,” Enough. ‘‘How many are enough?” “Quden 
sabe?” Who knows? In my intercourse and jour- 
heyings with the lower class of Mexicans, these same 
replies have been given to me a hundred times. Had 
I asked if the place contained five hundred people, the 
answer would probably have been, ‘‘ Quisas,” Perhaps. 
But when they don’t know what to answer, the universal 
Teply is, ‘Quien sabe.” The proper expression, “No se,” 
