In the Land of Cave and Cliff DwellersSchwatka, Frederick
History
In the Land of Cave and Cliff Dwellers
Schwatka, Frederick
Chihuahua (Mexico : State) -- Description and travel; Sonora (Mexico : State) -- Description and travel; Tarahumara Indians
about the camp fire just out of reach of the smoke till breakfast is
ready. Any attempt at washing is sure to be a failure, for the water
is as cold as ice and the fingers refuse to work in the frosty air; so
it is generally about midday before dirt and the traveler cease to be
companions. After we had thawed out with the hot coffee, and all the
packs had been strapped on the mules, the animals were started ahead,
with Francisco's assistant, a muscular Indian, running after them;
then the saddles were placed on our worn-out beasts, and off we went
with light hearts, for this day's ride was to take us to the large
mining village of Urique, buried away in the depths of the Urique
Barranca. We had been on the road about an hour, up hill and down
dale, crossing innumerable mountain streams, and skirting the edges
of precipices from which we caught glimpses of the beautiful valleys
thousands of feet below, when we rounded the corner of an immense spur,
climbed a high bald point of the mountain, and came suddenly to what
appeared to be the end of land. We could now look out for miles into
the great mining barranca, broken into innumerable crags and turrets,
with ridges and banks of mountains piled high on every side, mountains
of purple, red, yellow, and green, magnificent and fantastic, fading
away into other barrancas to the right and left. Here we paused, seven
thousand feet above the valley, and looked at the wonderful panorama
spread before us, celebrated even among these grand old mountains--by
the few who have penetrated their fastnesses--as one of the most
famous views and formidable descents in the whole range. The guides
carefully examined all the packs and saddles, and every strap and rope
was tightened and made secure. All were directed to remain in their
saddles, as the descent was too steep and the way too dangerous for
walking, the path or trail being covered with loose rolling stones. We
had been told to give the mules their heads, and trust to their being
perfectly sure-footed, for in that respect a Mexican mule is about as
certain as a mountain goat.
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