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cold, so much so that we were wrapped 
in our heaviest coats, but these savages 
apparently did not feel the cold, and if 
they shivered at all it was probably at the 
sight of us—for their fear was quite 
evident—and it was plain they longed to 
beat a retreat to their huge rocky homes ; 
but they stood it out till we passed, and 
then in an instant they vanished. 
Before this day’s march was ended we 
passed through a little Tarahumari moun¬ 
tain town called Churo. It was in a small 
circular valley, and on all sides were the 
steep, high peaks of the mountains. 
Here the Indians had tried to raise a few 
apples, but the trees were gnarled and 
twisted, and the apples not much larger 
than those of wild crab trees, although 
much sweeter to the taste. Of course 
there was no store of any kind in the lit- 
