Camp and camino in Lower California; a record of the adventures of the author while exploring peninsular California, Mexico . ear at hand. Some min-utes later we returned to the mission—again past the ceme-tery. One chamber of my revolver was now empty and athoughtful mestizo, carrying the remains of a badly man-gled rabbit, had concluded that national bills were legaltender. Shortly, possessed of the right amount of thesebills, he rode peaceably away, taking the back trail whichled to his rancho. This matter thus settled and breakfast disposed of, I dis-patched my small mozo in search of a Me
Camp and camino in Lower California; a record of the adventures of the author while exploring peninsular California, Mexico . ear at hand. Some min-utes later we returned to the mission—again past the ceme-tery. One chamber of my revolver was now empty and athoughtful mestizo, carrying the remains of a badly man-gled rabbit, had concluded that national bills were legaltender. Shortly, possessed of the right amount of thesebills, he rode peaceably away, taking the back trail whichled to his rancho. This matter thus settled and breakfast disposed of, I dis-patched my small mozo in search of a Mexican with a renta-ble burro and a willingness to tackle the alleged antelopecountry down on the eastern border of the Llanos de OjoLiehre. I, for my part, undertook the luncheon proposi-tion. The appetizing odors evidently reached the boy, forhe quickly returned, reporting several mestizos and Indiansnear at hand, well provided with burros and anxious formeat and pesos, but mightily averse to entering upon a tripwhere the prospect for water was bad. Knowing what Ido now, I would have been equally reluctant myself. As. o en INTO THE ANTELOPE COUNTRY 137 It was, I became provoked, according to my wont when thenatives seemed timorous. In another moment, however,the jangle of merry bells diverted my attention toward thecamino from the west. I looked up in time to see a long cavalcade approachingwith much show of high peaked sombreros and silvermounted saddles, of daggers and clanking spurs; altogetheran unwonted and unusually fine outfit. The leader was atall, slender Mexican, his black hair splashed with single file, following close In his wake, came a pretty littlegirl, a thickly veiled young woman, dressed In somber black,two young fellows—one a handsome chap with an unex-pected lettered red sweater—next numerous pack animalsloaded with hampers—one even bore a large trunk—andfinally three or four mozos. The entire party were mountedon long-legged mules, zebra
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