My dear: 
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Camp on the San Biego, H. M. 
(1875’) 
I wrote you last from Bernalillo about three days ago. I 
am now in this mountain oamp fifty miles from the R. R. 
I found that the tent which I saw at the Station contained 
only one man who had been left to carry me in a "buck board” to oamp. 
The ride was terrible - first through barren hills and sand hills 
where the sun shone hotter than I had ever heard of, then in the 
afternoon and until night over mountain roads so rough that I wonder¬ 
ed that a wagon should be drawn over them at all. We reached Jemez 
Hot Springs at dark and I was so sick that I through up all the vile 
”grub n I had eaten during the day. On Sunday morning we went into 
camp a little further on. The location is extremely pleasant - shut 
in by hills and plateaus 1500 feet high and surrounded by fine forests 
of oak, pine, cottonwbod, etc. A mountain torrent rushes by and with 
a roar that recalls the high mountain camps of former years. 
The folks are talking so hard that I hardly know what I am 
saying. I am tenting with Prof. Thompson. Hext us on one side is 
the Stevensons tent and the Madam (Mrs. Stevenson) is out in front 
in a camp chair chatting with everybody. Gn the other side are the 
tents of young Davis, Rob. Chapman and others - Shitty, young Steven¬ 
son and Commissioner Black 1 s son - who is n sick-abead n . We are 
taking it pretty easy awaiting the arrival of Powell. There is a 
ruin on a bluff near by and I have been exploring that, and yester¬ 
day I climbed a mountain about 1000 feet high to get a look at the 
