About half-way down we arrived at a little promontory from which the fall could be seen very well.

The rock seemed to be here the same as on top, showing no sign of stratification.

A few yards from the point we had reached was a spring, and here we made a fire and waited for the moon to rise.

To make him more talkative, I gave the boy a cigarette.

He spoke only Spanish, and he told me that he had neither father nor mother, and when his uncle died he was quite alone in the world; but a Mexican family brought him up, and he seemed to have been treated well.