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Show BY PATH AND TRAIL. 49 were bankrupt. The night before the event the Indians camped near the starting line, and when the sun went down opened the betting. An hour before the start, the course was lined on each side with men two miles apart. Precisely at 4 in the morning the racers, wearing bull-hide sandals and breech- clouts, or, to be more accurate, the G string, toed the mark and were sent away, encour aged by the most extraordinary series of hi- yi- yiis, yells, shrieks and guttural shouts ever heard by civilized man. The path carried them over rough ground, along the verge of deep precipices, over arroyos or old river beds, across arid sands. Every two miles the runners stopped for a quick rub down and mouth wash of pinola or atole, a corn meal gruel. Then with a " win for the Yaquis" or " the Humari women already welcome you," whispered in his ear, the runner bounds into the wilderness. Three o'clock that afternoon the men were sighted from the finish line running shin to shin, and at 3 : 15 the Tarahu-mari crossed the mark amid a chorus of triumphal yelps, retrieving the honors lost in the former contest and mak ing his backers " heap rich." The ninety miles were run by both men in eleven hours and fifteen minutes, and considering the nature of the ground, it is doubtful if any of our great athletes could cover the distance in the same time. In addition to his fleetness of foot and staying powers, the Yaqui is a man of infinite resources. Years of thirst, starvation and exposure have produced a human type with the qualities and developed instinct of the coyote of the desert. He is the descendant of many gener ations of warriors, and is heir to all the acquired infor mation of centuries of experience, of bush, desert, and mountain fighting. There is not a trick of strategy, not |