We could not procure fish for our banquet, but one of the Mexicans had the good luck to shoot four turkeys; and Kee, our Chinese cook, surprised us with a plum pudding the merits of which baffle description.

It consisted mainly of deer fat and the remnants of dried peaches, raisins, and orange peel, and it was served with a sauce of white sugar and mescal.

The appreciation of this delicacy by the Mexicans knew no bounds, and from now on they wanted plum pudding every day.
On the upper Bavispe we again found numerous traces of a by-gone race who had occupied these regions long before the Apaches had made their unwelcome appearance.

In fact, all along on our journey across the sierra we were struck by the constant occurrence of rude monuments of people now long vanished.

They became less numerous in the eastern part, where at last they were replaced by cave dwellings, of which I will speak later.
More than ever since we entered the Sierra de Nacori, we noticed everywhere low stone walls, similar to those we had seen in the foot-hills, and evidently the remains of small cabins.