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the trail would be over the loose, rolling 
stones, and the little animals would fairly 
slide down these dangerous places. By 
noon we reached the quaint little civi¬ 
lized pueblo of Tarahumari Indians 
named Naqueachic, they living in rude 
log houses instead of caves or cliff dwell¬ 
ings. 
At the pueblo of Naqueachic of civi¬ 
lized Tarahumaris I found a curious 
method of cooking. Over the fire the 
food was boiling in two different dishes. 
One contained a substance that looked 
like a compound of mucilage and brick 
dust. The mademoiselle in charge would 
take up a calabash gourd full, holding a 
pint or two, and, although the gourd was 
held mouth up all the time, before it was 
three feet above the pot it was completely 
emptied, so tenacious and stringy was the 
