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chief proprietor in the Pinos Altos Mines. He lives here 
with his wife and daughter, and has made his house celebrated 
for its well-filled table and delicious dairy produce. I almost 
blush with shame when I think of the amount of true animal 
enjoyment which half-a-dozen “square meals” gave me at Ojo 
Caliente. My readers, however, who have travelled long 1 
the wilds, and lived month after month on anything thé 
would satisfy the desire for food, will, I am sure, forgive 
gluttony. 
The garden, irrigated from the hot spring, supplied thi 
table with fresh vegetables, amongst which tomatoes and th 
delicate Gumbo pod (for our hosts were Southerners, and ha 
brought it from the land of cotton) were most worthy 0 
notice. The butter was faultless, and told as much for the 
richness of its pasturage as for the skill of the fair daughter o 
our host. A housekeeper, either in London or New York. 
country, when he feels no doubt that he will become a rich 
man. He has several springs on his property, besides Ojo 
Caliente, around which he can irrigate a good deal of ve y 
productive soil. The grazing is unlimited, and, curious 0 
relate, the Indians have not as yet “run off” any of his stoc sd 
Colton here rejoined our party, and found in my tent a 
hearty welcome and a vacant space. He had gone from Fort 
Craig down to La Mesilla to procure guides, during which 
trip he traversed the “Jornada del Muerto,” or journey a” 
death, as the road across the arid plain which lies at the 
back of the Sierra del Caballo is called by the Mexicans — 
In a distance of eighty miles permanent water is only one 
