CHAPTER XIV. 
THE RAINY SEASON 
By June we had worked north along the west side 
until we reached a point level with Sawyer’s Peak, 
where we began. This completed the horseshoe 
shaped southern portion of the baseline from which 
we had cruised the whole south end of the range. 
So we packed up and moved over the divide once 
more to jibe with our first work and work north from 
there along the east slope. 
These runs were anything but pleasant. The east 
side, rougher and less heavily timbered than the 
western half of the Range, was for that the more 
difficult to cruise, and the region that we now went 
through seemed worse than any place we had en- 
countered thus far. But we were becoming thor- 
oughly hardened and accustomed to expect a pretty 
severe grind each day; we were getting into the 
swing of the work and reeling off the long, brushy 
runs with infinitely less effort than in the begin- 
ning. 
We first tackled North Percha Creek watershed, 
then came a hateful little cliff bordered canyon called 
Cave Creek, and finally, about the middle of the 
month, we reached Cub Canyon. Ahead, less than 
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