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Show 60 ARRIVAL AT ORIBA VILLAGE. I told him that his brother had made his own medicine, that he came to the Clara, killed an ox, and had brought a curse upon himself. I advised the Indian to eat with the company, and not make any bad medicine and kill himself. This very prevalent idea of good and bad medicine, among these Indians, gives evidence of a very general belief in witchcraft. The Indian took a piece of bread, saying he did not wish to die. I was told by our guide that this Indian had said, that in the night, when I was asleep, he intended to chop an ax into my head, but being afraid it would make bad medicine for him, he did not do it. After climbing dangerous cliffs and crossing extensive fis-sures in the rocks, the tenth day out from home we crossed the Colorado River, at the Ute Ford, known in Spanish history as " The Crossing of the Fathers." The trail beyond the river was not only difficult, but sometimes very dangerous. While traveling in the night, one of the animals that carried our provisions, ran off. Two men went in pursuit of it, while the company went on. The third day after losing our provisions, having had but little to eat, we came to a place where sheep had been herded, then to a garden under a cliff of rocks. It was watered from a small spring and occupied fine terraces, walled up on three sides. As we passed, we saw that onions, pepper and other vege-tables, such as we raised in our own gardens at home, had been grown there. On arriving at the summit of the cliff, we discovered a squash, which evidently had been left when the crop had been gathered. We appropriated it to our use. It tasted delicious, and we supposed it to be a better variety than we had before known, but we afterwards found that hunger had made it taste sweet. Four miles farther on we came to an Oriba village, of about three hundred dwellings. The buildings were of rock, laid in clay mortar. The village stands on a cliff with perpendic-ular sides, and which juts out into the plain like a promontory |