Our camp, about two miles outside of the village, was permeated with a delicious odour of acacia blossoms, and water in the neighbouring mountains, though strongly impregnated with iron, was quite palatable.
In this region Mr.Hartman found a new form of agave with delicate stripes of white on the lanceolate leaves that constitute the basal rosette of the plant.

The flower stalk is only twelve or thirteen inches high, and I should not wonder if this diminutive and beautiful century plant some day became fashionable in greenhouses.

It grows in large numbers in the crevices of the rocks, the perpendicular walls of canons often being studded with the bright little rosettes when the drought has withered all herbaceous vegetation.
From here I made an excursion to an ancient pueblo site.

As usual, there were traces of small dwellings, huts of undressed stone, and fragments of pottery.

We found three mortars and one pestle, a remarkable number of metates (the stone on which corn is ground), and the corresponding grinding stones, showing that a large population must have once lived here, huddled together in a small space.
But the most striking feature of antiquity met thus far on our journey were curious stone terraces built across the small gullies.