That the precipitation took the shape of rain we learned when we were impeded by it for two days.
There were yet eighteen miles between us and the deserted mines of Guaynopa.

It was a laborious journey over the hills, mostly ascent.

Finally we came to a steep slope covered with oaks, along which there was a continuous descent toward Guaynopa.

While zigzagging our way down, we caught sight of a large cave with houses and some white cone-shaped structures staring at us across an arroyo midway up the opposite side, which was at least two thousand feet deep.

Through my field glasses I could make out very distinctly a group of houses of the usual pattern; and the large, white structures could without difficulty be recognised as granaries, similar to those observed in Cave Valley.