They assured us that we were on the road to Tepanapa, so we completed the descent to the brooklet and started up a trail which at any time would have been steep, stony, slippery, all at once.

We were compelled, finally, to dismount and lead our animals; Frank, before he did so, tumbled his horse three times down the bank.

At one place two of the horses fell together in a struggling mass, and for a moment things looked serious.

All the animals but my own fell, at least once, before we reached the summit.

From there, it was an easy ride over a level district until we were in sight of Tepanapa, which, by sunlight, presented a most attractive appearance.