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Several of this party were sick, particularly women 
and children. On hearing this, I stopped to give Dr. — 
Webb an opportunity to visit and prescribe for them. 
The Doctor had done the same for other parties which 
we found were unprovided with medicines, or any of 
the comforts required in their condition. The con- 
stant rains they had been exposed to, with no protec- 
tion but their wagons, had caused much sickness 
among them; and it was pitiful to see these poor ema- 
ciated and suffering creatures lying beneath the trees, 
resting a day or two, until they could recover strength 
enough to proceed. 
In my former journey through Sonora, we stopped 
at San Lazaro, a large deserted hacienda, with ex- 
tensive orchards and fertile grounds around it. Leavy- 
ing this, we kept along up the stream, over a rough 
road, for nine miles, and reached Santa Cruz at eleven 
o'clock. Travelled distance to-day, seventeen miles. 
I sent the train and party a mile beyond the vil- 
lage, to encamp where there was plenty of grass, and 
where the men would be away from the contaminations 
of a low Mexican population, miserable, filthy, and 
poor as this was. 
I called on our old friend, Padre Bernardino Pa- 
checo, and took breakfast with him. He had much to 
relate to us that had transpired since our last visit. 
The Apaches, he told us, had made several attacks 
on the people within half a mile of the town, and had 
carried off many of their mules and cattle, and mur- 
dered five of the inhabitants. The last attack was 
made two weeks before our arrival, when they were 
pursued by a party of soldiers, in which a Polish officer 
