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Title: Two bird-lovers in Mexico
Year: 1905 (1900s)
Authors: Beebe, William, 1877-1962
Subjects: Natural history -- Mexico Birds -- Mexico
Publisher: London, A. Constable & company, ltd. Boston and New York, Houghton, Mifflin and company
Contributing Library: American Museum of Natural History Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Biodiversity Heritage Library

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aiiva, some little distance to the right, framesthe volcano scpiarely between the two walls, and fromthe gorge to the edge of the gray, impassable, livelava, extends a verdant Promised Land, to roamthrou<»h which we were as eajrer as were the horsesfor the cool stream below. This side of the harranca, however, is steep androcky, and the way to the bottom is treacherous andslow. The sure-footed nudes felt their way at eachstep, and we leaned far back against the rear pommelof the great saddles, the shoulders of the horses work-ing laboriously, the animals hanging back in the steepplaces. AVith a flnal reckless rush we tore down thelast slope, shouting out in English and Spanish with «4 IJO -^ n::::::se CAMPING IX A BARRANCA afe:::::;:^ the joy of the journeys end, nor did we pull rein untilour steeds were deep in the stream-bed. There seemed no place to camp, except here almoston the very line of travel along the trail, or to gofarther on, neither of which things we desired. So we
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OUR PACK-TRAIN drove the pack-animals upstream and, urging our horsesafter them, half swam, half waded around the nearestbend. Here, sheltered from all intrusion, we found alevel piece of good ground where the barranca streamhalts its rapid flow and for a few yards widens outinto a broad, deep pool bordered with sand-bars. Thehitches were loosened and our packs were taken off «4 131 ^ :::::::.:*; TWO BIRD-LOVERS IN MEXICO J3K?::::::::: the mules. Our guide stampeded his lightened caravanback to the trail, shouting a long-drawn Adios ashe disappeared, and we were left alone. Our tents were soon pitched, and Ricardo, our cleverlittle Mexican cook and general (ude-de-cfuiip, had thesupper prepared before the short twilight fell. It waslong after our little camp settled to rest that I finisliedarranging the thousand and one things which a nat-uralist needs in a country where birds, insects, andflowers are as strange to him as if but newly created. Iwalked (piietly to where the slowly mov

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