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CA VE AND CLIFF DWELLERS. 
ning after them; then the saddles were 
placed on our worn-out beasts, and off 
we went with light hearts, for this day’s 
ride was to take us to the large mining 
village of Urique, buried away in the 
depths of the Urique Barranca. We had 
been on the road about an hour, up hill 
and down dale, crossing innumerable 
mountain streams, and skirting the edges 
of precipices from which we caught 
glimpses of the beautiful valleys thou¬ 
sands of feet below, when we rounded the 
corner of an immense spur, climbed a 
high bald point of the mountain, and 
came suddenly to what appeared to be 
the end of land. We could now look out 
for miles into the great mining barranca, 
broken into innumerable crags and turrets, 
with ridges and banks of mountains piled 
high on every side, mountains of purple. 
