It wasn't so awful far, and I figured that I'd like to take in what New Mexico looked like anyway.
About down by Albuquerque I tracked up with another outfit headed my way.

There was five of them, three men, and a woman, and a yearlin' baby.

They had a dozen hosses, and that was about all I could see.
There was only two packed, and no wagon.

I suppose the whole outfit--pots, pans, and kettles--was worth five dollars.

It was just supper when I run across them, and it didn't take more'n one look to discover that flour, coffee, sugar, and salt was all they carried.