DEMING TO CASAS GRANDES. 
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We traveled some thirty miles along 
the river without seeing a living thing 
except a few jack rabbits and coyotes, 
when suddenly we rounded a bend of the 
beautiful Boca Grande and came upon a 
stretch of valley covered with zacaton 
grass, and which in a few years will be a 
valuable ranche. Across this we saw 
two as hard-looking characters approach¬ 
ing us as ever cut a throat. I was pre¬ 
paring to hand over to them all my 
Mexican money and other valuables 
when they politely touched their hats 
and simply said, “ Documentos.” Here, 
again, in the far-off woods and hills 
were more customhouse officials. These 
men were here to prevent smugglers 
from crossing the border between the 
towns and established highways. 
We lunched that day on Espia Hill, 
