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Chapter 1

           Thereareridges—gentleundulations—withvalleysbetween.Theyarenotentirelytreeless—thoughnothingthatmaybetermedatreeisinsight.Therehavebeensuch,beforethefire—algarobias,mezquites,andothersoftheacaciafamily—standingsolitary,orincopses.Theirlightpinnatefoliagehasdisappearedlikeflaxbeforetheflame.Theirexistenceisonlyevidencedbycharredtrunks,andblackenedboughs.

           "You’velosttheway,nephew?"saidtheplanter,ridingrapidlyup.

           "Nouncle—notyet.I’veonlystoppedtohavealook.Itmustlieinthisdirection—downthatvalley.Letthemdriveon.We’regoingallright—I’llanswerforit."

           Oncemoreinmotion—adowntheslope—thenalongthevalley—thenuptheacclivityofanotherridge—andthenthereisasecondstoppageuponitscrest.

           "You’velosttheway,Cash?"saidtheplanter,comingupandrepeatinghisformerobservation.

           "DamnedifIdon’tbelieveIhave,uncle!"respondedthenephew,inatoneofnotveryrespectfulmistrust."Anyhow;whothedevilcouldfindhiswayoutofanashpitlikethis?No,no!"hecontinued,reluctanttobetrayhisembarrassmentasthecarriolecameup."Iseenow.We’reallrightyet.Therivermustbeinthisdirection.Comeon!"

           Ongoestheguide,evidentlyirresolute.Onfollowthesableteamsters,who,despitetheirstolidity,donotfailtonotesomesignsofvacillation.

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