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the time as he stood up in the wagon bed. 
After waiting a moment to allow the 
horses to regain their bewildered senses, 
he swam them upstream to the crossing, 
and the men, with a whoop and a yell, 
dragged the whole affair on shore, look¬ 
ing like drowned rats tied to a cigar box. 
We were three hours and a quarter 
getting over that river, and felt as if we 
could have drowned the man who wrote 
that Northern Mexico is a vast, waterless 
tract of country. 
