Although "Don Teodoro," by something like instinct, always knew where he was, it did not take us long to discover that he had not judgment enough to guide a pack-train, and his fatuous recklessness caused us a good deal of annoyance, and even loss.
After leaving the grass-lands of Chuhuichupa, we passed through extensive pine regions, full of arroyos and cordons, and it struck me how silent the forest was here.

No animal life could be seen or heard.

About ten miles south we caught sight of the Sierra de Candelaria, which suddenly loomed up in the southeast, while the Arroyo de Guaynopa yawned on our left.

We slowly ascended a beautiful cordon running toward the southwest.

The track we followed, our guide assured us, was _el camino de los antiguos_, but it probably was only an Apache trail.