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the streets of Urique. In this deep bar¬ 
ranca there is just room enough for the 
Urique River (a beautiful stream), and 
alongside of it, straggling out for a couple 
of miles or more, a row of houses hug¬ 
ging the banks of the stream, then a nar¬ 
row street and a similar row of houses 
crowded up on the slope of the moun¬ 
tain. Back of this rise abruptly the steep, 
broken crests of the Sierra Madres. On 
the opposite side of the river there is 
only room now and then for a chance 
house that clings to the steep sides of 
the hills or burrows into them. 
We rode with a great clatter up the 
single street lying white and still in the 
noonday sun, and had we not known that 
preparations had been made for us—as 
our arrival was anticipated by Don 
Augustin Becerra—we might have mis- 
