52 CAVE AND CLIFF DWELLERS. 
great shaggy hills, covered with timber, 
and the many bright-colored rocks be¬ 
tween, make up a picture that neither 
poet nor painter could depict. 
Juarez is a bright-looking little town of 
some fifty families, who raise all their own 
fruits and vegetables, and have a goodly 
supply for the less thrifty people of the 
surrounding country. Our party was 
kindly cared for by two or three of the 
Mormon families, as there were no other 
places of shelter beside their homes. 
The next day we started to visit the 
ancient ruins on the Tapasita River (a 
branch of the Piedras Verdes), which 
flows through as beautiful a little valley 
as I ever saw. Mr. Macdonald, the sur¬ 
veyor of this tract, kindly consented to 
accompany us, although he was overbur¬ 
dened with business incidental to starting 
