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Show WILD LIFE IN ARIZONA. 263 K and placed it in my mouth, he moistened some tobacco and placed it under my arms and on the pit of my stomach. The convulsion was terrible, but the. vile water did come up. Two hours more and my thirst, aggravated by the previous sickness, became intolerable. John decided that we must climb the mountain to our right, to another " pocket" which contained good water. We toiled upward for a thousand feet, to a point where a soft limestone reef broke across the sand- mountain. Here he pointed out a black pass between two rocks, and leaving our horses we entered it to find a beautiful pool of cold, clear water, nearly a rod square and completely covered by* overhanging rocks. Here we drank, filled the canteens, and rested until the moon was high enough to light us back to the plain. My horse either smelt the water or heard its splash, and uttered a low pleading whinny that went to my heart. It was im-possible to get him under the rocky arch into the cave, and I had no, vessel but a tin- cup. I tried that, but could not even moisten, his tongue; I wet my handkerchief and tried to " swab" his mouth; he chewed it to rags and bit my finger in the operation. About to give up in despair, I thought of my wool hat, and filled that for him. It fitted his mouth admirably, and by eleven trips with it he was satis-fied. Half a dozen hatfuls sufficed for the burro, and we worked our way down hill again. But this time my Navajo's sense of locality failed him, and on the steepest part he took the wrong chute, pulling up his burro just in time to avoid his plunging head first into a ravine, but not in time to save himself, as the saddle girth gave Avay just at the wrong moment. As he went head first into a pile of bowlders and sand, I looked on in horror, fully satisfied that I was left alone in this terrible place ; but he sprang up instantly, and with a silly smile, and " Vah, vah, Melicano, malo, malo!" remounted and rode on, only rub-bing his crown occasionally. Getting back to the plain, we continued our former course south-west along the foot of the mesa. My eyelids began to droop with weariness, and for fear I shojuld drop off my horse in sleep, I loosed my feet, and raising the stirrup leathers, wrapped them about each arm. The position was not favorable to sleep, nor could I keep en-tirely awake ; and soon I suffered from that queer symptom of dream-ing with the eyes wide open, and fixed upon the very object of my dream. The bright moonlight fell upon the projecting peaks of the ridge to our right, and I endeavored to keep awake by contemplating their beauty ; but as I gazed I saw suddenly a score of bright, clear streams dashing down as many gulches, and a broad savanna on the |