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ply of game in the Mexican sierras, how¬ 
ever, for any sportsman who wishes to 
devote his attention directly to that 
pastime, as shown by the big scores the 
natives make when they go on a hunting 
trip. 
Early next morning we made a start 
from our camp on the canon’s side, by 
the light of the pitch-pine torches, and 
climbed over and out of the deep gorge 
into a more open country, where the sun¬ 
light could penetrate. Here the trail 
was of velvety softness, and we surprised 
a number of cave-dwelling Indians sitting 
and standing about their homes among 
the big bowlders. The only garments 
they had on were ragged breechcloths of 
cotton, but some had the extra adorn¬ 
ment of a strip of red cloth about their 
shocky black hair. The air was intensely 
