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sleep. I unrolled my blankets and 
buffalo robe, laid them down on the rail¬ 
way station platform, and, as the night 
was cold, had a fine sleep. The morn¬ 
ing broke as clear as crystal, and we were 
up bright and early ; but in spite of all our 
Caucasian hurry we did not get away until 
shortly after nine o’clock. Our first desti¬ 
nation was a ranch two miles to the south¬ 
east of the town, owned by Colonel Munoz. 
Here we were to get a Yaqui Indian for 
a guide, and learn the latest quotations 
as to the peccary market. Shortly after 
rising in the morning heavy clouds were 
seen in the northeast, which kept spread¬ 
ing and coming nearer and nearer, with 
vivid flashes of lightning and loud rum¬ 
blings of thunder, until just about the 
time we were halfway to the ranch of 
Colonel Munoz it broke over us with the 
