214 CAVE AND CLIFF DWELLERS. 
Even in this small space there were a 
dozen others hard at work. Their dark, 
swarthy bodies were almost the color of 
the rich soil in which they toiled, making 
their white breechclouts and white straw 
hats, the only things they wore, look 
curious enough when they moved about 
like so many unpoetical ghosts, as seen 
at a distance. 
We were now well into the Sierra 
Madre range, and although the scenery 
