78 CAVE AND CLIFF DWELLERS. 
like so many boats when they dashed 
into the river. Our driver, a Mexican, 
had the worst of it in a low, light wagon, 
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CROSSING THE CASAS GRANDES RIVER. 
drawn by two small pinto bronchos. The 
flood swept him down stream under an 
overhanging clump of willows, despite a 
rope tied to the tongue of the wagon and 
another held firmly by a half dozen per¬ 
sons on the upstream side. But he was 
as cool at the head as at the feet, al¬ 
though he was knee deep in ice water at 
