(Picture of) Echo Canyon. The wild snowstorms have left us--and we have thrown our wolf-skin overcoats aside. Certain tribes of far-western Indians bury their distinguished dead by placing them high in air and covering them with valuable furs--that is a very fair representation of these mid-air tombs. Those animals are horses--I know they are--because my artist says so. I had the picture two years before I discovered the fact.--The artist came to me about six months ago--and said--"It is useless to disguise it from you any longer--they are horses." (Picture of) A more cheerful view of the Desert. It was while crossing this desert that I was surrounded by a band of Ute Indians. They were splendidly mounted--they were dressed in beaver-skins--and they were armed with rifles--knives--and pistols. (Picture of) Our Encounter with the Indians. What could I do?--What could a poor old orphan do? I'm a brave man.--The day before the Battle of Bull's Run I stood in the highway while the bullets--those dreadful messengers of death--were passing all around me thickly--IN WAGONS--on their way to the battle-field. (This was the great joke of Artemus Ward's first lecture, "The Babes in the Wood." He never omitted it in any of his lectures, nor did it lose its power to create laughter by repetition. The audiences at the Egyptian Hall, London, laughed as immoderately at it, as did those of Irving Hall, New York, or of the Tremont Temple in Boston.) But there were too many of these Injuns--there were forty of them--and only one of me--and so I said-- "Great Chief--I surrender." His name was Wocky-bocky. He dismounted--and approached me. I saw his tomahawk glisten in the morning sunlight. Fire was in his eye. Wocky-bocky came very close to me and seized me by the hair of my head. He mingled his swarthy fingers with my golden tresses--and he rubbed his dreadful Thomashawk across my lily-white face. He said-- "Torsha arrah darrah mishky bookshean!" I told him he was right. Wocky-bocky again rubbed his tomahawk across my face, and said--"Wink-ho--loo-boo!" Says I--"Mr. Wocky-bocky"--says I--"Wocky--I have thought so for years--and so's all our family."