A boy from the jail was sent with us as _mozo_ to carry our instruments.
It was still early when we started through the hot, sandy, flat land, covered with gigantic cactus trees, which swarmed with little birds of many beautiful kinds.

We soon began to climb the great, red rock cliffs, up, and up, and up, endlessly.

We had forgotten how long the road was; but it was longer than ever on account of the beasts we rode.

Long before we reached Papalo, Manuel and Louis were on foot, rather than longer submit to the torture of riding their little _burros_.

As we neared the town, we were surprised to find a cloud effect almost as fine as that near Juquila in the Mixe country.