THE HORNED LIZARD 
55 
“Hogan is our word for home. Where do you live?” 
“Oh, away back in an eastern state, many miles 
from here.” 
“Then you do not have these horned lizards. They 
live in the sandy country of the Southwest, in Texas, 
New Mexico, and Arizona. They love the warm 
sand. At night they burrow into the sand and flip 
it over their backs to cover themselves, so they can 
sleep well. In winter time they stay burrowed day 
and night, waiting for the warm spring sunshine.” 
“Oh, yes, the bears do that, too.” 
“Yes. I see you are a wise little white girl. How 
do you happen to be in our Indian village?” 
Then all at once Ginger remembered that she had 
left camp without telling anyone where to find her. 
She had just strayed away with the little Indian boy. 
Hastily she bade her new friends good-by and ran 
back up the cliff over the hill. 
When the family saw her, they all came running. 
“Where have you been?” shouted Buck. “Every¬ 
one has been looking and looking for you. We were 
very much frightened.” 
Then Ginger told them all about her adventure, 
and took Buck and Uncle Ely back to see the horned 
lizards. The Indians were gone, however. 
