TARAHUMARI INDIANS. 187 
the Bacochic River, the first day out on 
mule-back from Carichic. These cliff 
dwellers had taken a huge cave in the 
limestone rock, some seventy-five feet 
above the water and almost overhanging 
the picturesque stream. They had walled 
up its outward face nearly to the top, 
leaving the latter for ventilation probably, 
as rain could not beat in over the crest 
of the butting cliff. It had but one door, 
closed by an old torn goat hide, through 
which the inhabitants had to crawl, like 
the Eskimo into their snow huts or igloos , 
rather than any other form of entrance I 
can liken it to. The only person we saw 
was a “ wild man of the woods,” who, with 
a bow and arrows in his hand and the 
skin of a wild animal around his loins for 
a breechclout, was skulking along the big 
bowlders near the foot of the cliff. A 
