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used as a stage for the few Mexicans who 
go that way; but in honor of my 
party the large diligence was sent that 
day to carry us and all our luggage. 
With the first streak of dawn we were 
threading our way backward and forward 
across the little stream that runs through 
the town, past sleeping pigs, geese, 
chickens, dogs, burros, and Mexicans— 
an almost indiscriminate mass strung 
along the roadside. This road led past 
the big quartz mill, grinding away day 
and night, and by it we climbed up and 
out of the narrow canon till the mesa 
and the hills were reached. Afterward 
the drive was through beautiful park-like 
places, with groves of oak and pine, the 
road winding up and down the mountain 
side, until, early in the afternoon, we 
reached Carichic. On the road between 
