35 2 CAVE AND CLIFF DWELLERS. 
hind the old church at the Potrero ; that 
night we slept for the last time in the 
land of the tropics. Late in the evening 
I walked over by the home of a Tara- 
humari Indian, He had a bright fire 
burning in front of his hut, and on the 
ground his family were all sleeping peace¬ 
fully, even down to a very young baby. 
The house appeared to be deserted, being 
used probably only during the rainy 
season. 
Next morning by four o’clock we began 
the ascent of the steep mountain. It was 
before daylight when we left the canon, 
and by the time we had climbed for three 
hours I noticed one of the most singular 
cliff or cave dwellings I had so far seen. 
There was a distinct trail leading to it. 
This trail could be perceived from the 
very bottom of a deep canon which 
