That "March comes in like a lion" I realised even here in the sierra, when, on this excursion, on which I had not taken my tent along, I was overtaken by a snow-storm.

We had gone to bed with the stars for a canopy, clear and beautiful; we woke up under blankets of snow, which turned to rain, drenching us to the skin and making us shiver with cold.
I saw several small, shallow caves, and learned that many of them were utilised by the Pimas during the wet season.

I also passed a rock-shelter, which served as a permanent home.

The housewife was busy making straw hats.

She was very shy, as her husband was away; but I elicited the information that she gets two reales (25 cents) for each hat.