NORTHWESTERN CHIHUAHUA. 
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tions that are now pumped up for the 
public by versatile writers along the 
beaten lines of tourist travel, as deter¬ 
mined by the railroads, and, occasionally, 
the diligence lines. I had a good outfit 
of wagons, horses, mules, and last, but not 
least, men for that purpose. Each and 
every member of the expedition will be 
heard from when anything has been done 
by them, and not before. When the mule 
Dulce kicks a hectare of daylight through 
the cook for spilling hot grease on his 
heels I will give a description of Dulce 
and an obituary notice of the cook; but 
until then they will remain out of the 
account. 
We crossed the boundary south of 
Deming early in March, 1889, and 
entered Mexican territory, where our 
travels can be said to have begun. If one 
