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I?6 THE CONDOR VOL. V were seeing aright. Goals in trees ! Yes, it was all right, and there in the sprawl- ing junipers, feeding or resting, were numbers of white Angora goats, the chief product of the country, as comfortably at home as cats ! We soon left the goat CHISOS MOUNTAINS ;ROM B[LOW ROCK SPRING country, and went up through the bigger growth of the up- per Transition Zone, and finally came down again into the semi-tropical atmosphere of 'Dog Canyon'. Up through this broad, waterless, sun- baked basin we worked, un- til sixty miles further up we came again into the iunipers and yellow pines. Oak- covered hills rose at our sides and ahead of us, ending in barren rock ridges fifteen hundred or two thousand feet above us. The high gulches were rich in timber but poor in surface water. This place was the last stand of the Mescalero Apaches, and their weed-grown ?nescal pits, arrowheads and bits of broken p?ttery gave evidence ?ff their happy days as plain- ly as the corroded cartridges of the old Government "Henry .5o's" th'?t we found, attested to their final dest, uction. New things attracted ns here, ;red our stay of four days was among the pleasantest of our summer's experiences. The gulches offered most of interest, so three of our days were spent ?n ing between camp and the crests, 8500feet above sea. But we had come into this camp in the late afternoom and had had no opportunity to 1o?,k over the hot basin. So I decided, on our last aftertalOn. to make a good strong search of lower levels, and started frmn camp at about two o'clock with a visitant who had "met up with us," and who said he would like to go out. We went 'down gulch,' and h?d hardly been out half an hour when we heard the old familiar seductive call: Mearns quail three points off the weather bow ! Well, soon after we put them up: my friend got one and I another. They were cock and hen, both well shot and in strangely good feather for the time of year. He was good enough to say he had shot his for me, and in less than an hour I was back at camp, happy as a king, painting mj, Mearns quail. Thus ended the last chance, for the next day before sun-up we broke camp and left the mountains for good.