236 CAVE AND CLIFF DWELLERS. 
camped that night in a picturesque box 
canon, which I named Carillo Cajon after 
the Governor of the State of Chihuahua, 
who had done a great deal to help the 
expedition with all the local authorities 
in the different parts of the State that I 
might visit. We camped at the first 
available point we could find, and even 
here slept at an inclination of some thirty 
degrees to the level, the mules grazing 
nearly overhead above us and occasionally 
rolling a stone down on us during the 
night. 
This part of the Sierra Madres has a 
great deal of game in it, but the most 
essential things to hunt it with would 
be a good pair of wings, things that un¬ 
fortunately travelers never have. There 
are many white-tailed deer in the well- 
wooded valleys, but a brass band would 
