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the Mexican cook, who took fifteen 
minutes to wash a spoon ; but on a peril¬ 
ous path of half a foot in width, on a 
dizzy precipice, the way he could box the 
compass with the lone ear, so as to catch 
some faint sound at which he could get 
frightened at this inopportune time, made 
me wish I could cut off the other ear at 
about the third cervical vertebra. 
About half-past one on the first day 
out from Carichic we stopped for our 
lunch in a grove of beautiful pines in the 
valley of the Pasigochic, on the banks of 
a little stream of the same name. As I 
have said, we had ridden about fifteen 
miles from Carichic and were all very 
much in need of rest. Just before lunch¬ 
ing we passed a number of Tarahumari 
Indians of the civilized class, working in 
a small field of about three or four acres. 
