had brought from Mexico.  I didn’t know they raised it there, but he told us many interesting things about it.  He and Carlota Juanita both spoke fairly good English.  They had lived for many years in their present home and had some sheep, a few goats, a cow or two, a few pigs, and chickens and turkeys.  They had a small patch of land that Carlota Juanita tilled and on which was raised the squaw corn that hung in bunches from the rafters.  Down where we live we can’t get sweet corn to mature, but here, so much higher up, they have a sheltered little nook where they are able to raise many things.  Upon a long shelf above the fire was an ugly old stone image, the bottom broken off and some plaster applied to make it set level.  The ugly thing they had brought with them from some old ruined temple in Mexico.  We were all so very tired that soon Carlota Juanita brought out an armful of the thickest, brightest rugs and spread them over the floor for us to sleep upon.  The men retired to a lean-to room, where they slept, but not before Manuel Pedro Felipe and Carlota had knelt before their altar for their devotions.  Mrs. O’Shaughnessy and myself and Jerrine, knowing the rosary, surprised them by kneeling with them.  It is good to meet with kindred faith away off in the mountains.  It seems there could not possibly be a mistake when people so far away from creeds and doctrines hold to the faith of their childhood and find the practice a pleasure after so many years.  The men bade us good-night, and we lost no time in settling ourselves to rest.  Luckily we had plenty of blankets.

Away in the night I was awakened by a noise that frightened me.  All was still, but instantly there flashed through my mind tales of murdered travelers, and I was almost paralyzed with fear when again I heard that stealthy, sliding noise, just like Carlota Juanita’s old slippers.  The fire had burned down, but just then the moon came from behind a cloud and shone through the window upon Carlota Juanita, who was asleep with her mouth open.  I could also see a pine bough which was scraping against the wall outside, which was perhaps making the noise.  I turned over and saw the punk burning, which cast a dim light over the serene face of the Blessed Virgin, so all fear vanished and I slept as long as they would let me in the morning.  After a breakfast of tortillas, cheese, and rancid butter, and some more of the coffee, we started again for the stocking-leg dinner.  Carlota Juanita stood in the door, waving to us as long as we could see her, and Manuel P.F. sat with Mr. Stewart to guide us around the snow-slide.  Under one arm he carried the horn with which he had called us to him.  It came from some long-horned cow in Mexico, was beautifully polished, and had a fancy rim of silver.  I should like to own it, but I could not make it produce a sound.  When we were safe on our way our guide left us, and our spirits ran high again.  The horses were feeling good also, so it was a merry, laughing party that drew up before Zebbie’s two hours later.