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sary for me to feed these two birds by hand. All 

 I had to do was to bring a few live grasshoppers 

 at intervals to the cage. The mocking-bird would 

 first supply the needs of the two orioles, and after 

 he was assured by their quiet that they were no 

 longer hungry, he would attend to his own wants. 



We lived practically in the open air during the 

 entire year; for at all seasons, with the mercury 

 either at 20° or 90° Fahrenheit, the crisp, dry air 

 made vigorous exercise a delight. Seldom a day 

 passed without a brisk ride across the foot-hills to 

 some remote canon, or a gallop on the open mesas. 

 Hours in the saddle brought no sense of fatigue. 



Distant trips to the summit of the Catalinas 

 entailed somewhat elaborate preparations, a pack 

 train of burros, and the equipment and provisions 

 for a stay of several days. However, securely 

 fastened to the aparejo, on the steepest part of a 

 trail, one or more of the burros was sure to slip 

 his burden under his belly. Then followed much 

 vigorous language from the vaquero, and groans 

 and lamentations on the part of the aggravating 

 donkey, during the readjustment. On our own 

 saddles various latigoes held in place not only 

 blankets and extra clothing, but the tin kettle, 

 coffee-pot, and frying-pan that were part of the 

 accoutrement. 



Slowly the journey was made, "poco,poco,poco" 

 in the expressive language of the Mexican. Strung 



