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Show FORTY YEARS AMONG THE INDIANS. 28 1 particularly to our good old honest governor Antonio Ochoa, we started west. Our route led through a country that was very sparsely settled, owing to the lack of water for irrigation. The city of Chihuahua is located in a rough, barren country, which continues for some thirty- five miles going west. For several days' travel there is nothing very invit-ing to the eye. But on reaching the higher country to-ward the head waters of the Aras river, a tributary of the Yaqui, the country became more inviting. We con-tinued our journey, passing settlements and ranches daily, leaving with each a few books and talking a little with the people near where we camped. Nothing of importance occurred on the road except the mending of one of our horse's hoofs with rawhide. The hoof had been badly cracked for some time. As we were descending a rough, rocky hill the horse stumbled and struck his foot against a boulder so hard that the hoof split clear open up to the hair. We had much diffi-culty in getting him into the settlement a few miles ahead. We offered to sell the horse but could get only one dollar offered for him. We could not well leave him neither had we money to spare to buy another. Mexicans are great people to use rawhide, and I had learned from them to use it in many emergencies. As we were going to bed Brother Pratt remarked : " Brother Jones why can't you use rawhide on John, ( the horse) or does this case beat you ? " The question put me to thinking. So in the morn-ing I obtained a suitable piece of rawhide from a Mexi-can, took the horse to a blacksmith who put some tallow and burnt horn into the opening of the hoof, then seared it with a hot iron. I then took the rawhide and fitted it nicely over the whole hoof, lacing it behind and under- |