At one place we passed a ranch--Corral de San Diego.

A host of barking dogs announced our coming, and we cried out to the old man living there to tell us the road.

His directions were not clear, but in attempting to follow them, we retraced our trail, and then struck into another road.

Keeping to it until we really could not follow it further for the tangle, we retraced our steps until we came to a cart-road crossing that on which we were.

We started first to the right upon this; then, concluding we were wrong, turned about and went the other way.