. Campfires on desert and lava . ering. Far awaytoward the south rose, as usual, the great Pinacate pyra-mid, black and hazy as ever, but with only one peakvisible. Southward along the ragged edge of the lava field rana thread-like stream of delicate green verdure, a tiny riverof fertility flowing far down from—we knew not its western side lay a perfect medley of desert sands,choya gardens and steep granite mountains standing allways about. North-westward along the Boundary, beyondthe Tule Desert floor and its cheerful stand of creosotebushes, rose the scowling mass of the awful Tinaja
. Campfires on desert and lava . ering. Far awaytoward the south rose, as usual, the great Pinacate pyra-mid, black and hazy as ever, but with only one peakvisible. Southward along the ragged edge of the lava field rana thread-like stream of delicate green verdure, a tiny riverof fertility flowing far down from—we knew not its western side lay a perfect medley of desert sands,choya gardens and steep granite mountains standing allways about. North-westward along the Boundary, beyondthe Tule Desert floor and its cheerful stand of creosotebushes, rose the scowling mass of the awful Tinajas AltasMountains, where the water is little and bad, and manya poor traveller has died of thirst and heat. Northof us, all along the horizon, ran the high and rug-ged Papago Mountains—saw-toothed Sierras for is a well and some mines in them somewhere,so tis said; but both may go to the deil together forall ome. I fear that I have a weakness; and that it is for inter-national boundaries and monuments. Now, I am yet. MACDOUGAL PASS AND VOLCANO 157 young enough that it gave me a series of electric thrills toknow that I was actually standing astride the line thatdivides two great nations, with one foot in *America andthe other in Mexico. It seems awfully queer to stand atone moment in a far-distant foreign country, and be athome the next! It is worth while to be for a time a partof the hard-and-fast line on the map which for forty yearshas challenged my curiosity and excited my thirst for theUnknown. Mr. Sykes and I improved the shining hour by pickingup specimen bits of shiny brown lava that lay preciselyon the line, half in Mexico and half in America; and by hissuggestion I marked the boundary on several, as they I photographed the monument, Mr. Sykes got into aserious altercation with his fifty-foot steel tape, which soonrequired his undivided attention. The lid of it came off,and as usual when lids are off, the situation soon becamefairly disreputable.
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