We might have a hunt." "Good!" said we.
We skirmished around and found a condemned army pack saddle with aparejos, and a sawbuck saddle with kyacks.

On these, we managed to condense our grub and utensils.

There were plenty of horses, so our bedding we bound flat about their naked barrels by means of the squaw-hitch.

Then we started.
That day furnished us with a demonstration of what Arizona horses can do.

Our way led first through a canon-bed filled with rounded boulders and rocks, slippery and unstable.