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he magic transformations into which all surrounding objects 
lave been changed. So complete is the delusion, that I have 
ft en remarked to a companion, as we watched the horsemen 
; I ead of us dashing through the midst of a phantom lake, in 
hich waves, shadows, spray, and sunlight were all por- 
rayed to perfection, “‘ How is it possible thus to disbelieve 
me’s senses in broad daylight ?” 
_ Barney Station is 4,211 feet above the sea, which is about 
he average height of the entire plateau. During the two 
jays’ march from our camp at the foot of the mountains we 
ad descended 2,000 feet. 
, q The sun was setting, and I was just taking a striking 
“ticture of desolation, or rather a photograph of Barney 
tation in ruins, when two strange objects appeared in sight. 
the one developed as it approached into a most dilapidated 
nd old-fashioned coach, the other into an equally shaky 
pring-cart, and both were drawn by mules; two ladies occu- 
died the former and half-a-dozen armed soldiers the latter 
‘ehicle. The gentlemen of the party, four in number, rode 
n each side of the coach, and completed the travelling 
outfit.” 
", Between the Rio Gila and the Mexican boundary, Arizona 
Doasts of possessing one town, Tucson, on the Santa Cruz 
er, now, I believe, the capital of the territory. This was 
destination of one of the fair travellers, a very pretty girl 
sixteen, in whose veins the fiery blood of Spain had been 
ened, but not obliterated, by union with that of our own ; 
was returning with her father, an American, having just 
ompleted her education at St. Louis. Her companion was 
n her way to join her husband at Fort Bowie, and to share 
h him the anxieties and solitude of a post which guards 
most dangerous pass In Arizona—Apache Pass. We 
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