CHAPTER VII. 
SOUTHWESTERN CHIHUAHUA-AMONG THE 
CAVE AND CLIFF DWELLERS IN THE 
HEART OF THE SIERRA MADRE RANGE. 
'T'HAT night our camp was in an 
immense pine forest on the crest of 
one of the high peaks, and here we 
parted with our Mexican friend Don 
Augustin Becerra, to whom we had 
already become deeply indebted, and who 
found it necessary to hasten on to his 
father’s mines at Urique, which we were 
to make more leisurely. 
There is a widely dispersed variety of 
pitch pine in these mountains, which may 
be said to be the candles or the lanterns 
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