A soldier-doctor of our army, James PKimball, late colonel and assistant surgeon-general, . w H o Piw (In > WOH SANTA FE 129 a weak infusion of tea, it was improved some-what; — we drank what we must and went tobed. (No tents.) Mother Nature showed notthe least soHcitude for her children except inthe beautiful night breeze, which brought adewy coolness to our fevered throats. In themorning twilight yesterday, we bade good-bye to the Mancos and its shadowy history,and moved homeward. . Stone walls do notlend themselves kindly to the camera, andthose wolf-haunted chambers have little
A soldier-doctor of our army, James PKimball, late colonel and assistant surgeon-general, . w H o Piw (In > WOH SANTA FE 129 a weak infusion of tea, it was improved some-what; — we drank what we must and went tobed. (No tents.) Mother Nature showed notthe least soHcitude for her children except inthe beautiful night breeze, which brought adewy coolness to our fevered throats. In themorning twilight yesterday, we bade good-bye to the Mancos and its shadowy history,and moved homeward. . Stone walls do notlend themselves kindly to the camera, andthose wolf-haunted chambers have little tooffer so long as we know nothing of the life andhistory and folk-lore of the people who oncelived in them. And so, in our present perspec-tive, the journey is bigger than the cliff dwell-ings. Yet there is something deeply sugges-tive in these ancient, dateless homes. Aftera march like this, to come upon distinctlyhuman documents, bits of pottery, ashes,bones! A hunting-leave in April proved a series ofbattles with wind, sand, water, cold, and wagon with clothing and equipage sin
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