DEMING TO CASAS GRANDES. 
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I went into a little face-making business 
of my own, so as to keep along in the 
custom of the country while I was there. 
The most southerly peak of the Florida 
range had quite a well-defined face, 
upturned to the sky, that, to my imagina¬ 
tion, looked more like the well-known 
face of Benjamin Franklin than any other 
of nature’s sculpturing so often portrayed 
in mountains when assisted by the fancy 
of man. 
Before leaving Las Palomas our 
material underwent inspection by the 
customs officials, and no people could 
have been more polite and considerate 
than were these officers toward us, giving 
us our necessary papers without putting 
us to the inconvenience of unpacking our 
many boxes and bundles. There is this 
peculiarity about Mexican frontier cus- 
