4 NEW TRACKS IN NORTH AMERICA, 
of the Rio Grande valley. In a direct line it is sixty-three 
miles from Santa Fé. A few groves and solitary cotton-woe i 
trees give a degree of shade to the place, but beyond this it 
might be a brick-yard as seen at a distance. Distance he re 
certainly does not lend enchantment to the view, for on close 
inspection every house is found to possess a garden well 
filled with peaches, apples, plums of every description, and 
vines bearing most delicious grapes. Then, as one approaches, 
fields of Indian corn pop up on all sides, having been hidd en 
from view by the lowness of their position ; and, lastly, in 
the centre of the town, a very inviting church, with twi 
spires, adds greatly to the appearance of the plaza, i 
The little American colony here received us most hospitably. 
_ In the evening all sat together, a party of nearly a dozen, in 
the large cool room of one of the resident merchants, and 
enjoyed a social chat whilst full justice was done to the 
flowing bowl. 
Money-making is, of course, the great desideratum which 
attracts the white man to so out-of-the-way a country, 
from home, and often also from all that is dear to him. Once 
here, he cares little what he does provided it pays. 
most entertaining man of the evening at Albuquerque was @ 
young Southerner, who kept us in roars of laughter with hi 
droll stories, while he did the honours 
the most delightful ease and good breeding. At parting, 
told us that we should be called early next morning to visib 
Some of the fruit gardens and take an early breakfast— 
‘Breaktast No. 1—of grapes and peaches. ‘You must come 
of the evening with 
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