The Archive · 1925

A Mule Bogged

The next morning early I watched: nis tatterdemalion crew march out f the south gate, and on the follow-fig day, with three now mules and new guard, my little outfit fol wed in their wake, We continued morning in a wide valley, or father plain, beside a smooth flowjrg river, but constantly drawing fearer high mountains ahead and Jo the afternoon we again entered narrow. and precipitous defile where the river bank frequently rose straight cliff sides and again Phe trail was in places cut out of Jolid rock. Shortly after starting' ye met with a mishap when one of fae mules, seeking water got strand-din a bog by the roadside and in struggles to get out succeeded leaving behind his load which in-udod all our spare clothing. There as no time to investigate on the pot, and we went on with one ripping load, but in the evening wrung out each garment and tung them all on rope lines to dry, that the court yard of the rotten ind stinking little inn where we had put up looked like "Murphy ley" on a Monday morning. T thought we had seen the limit Ju the way of rocks and crags but next march took us into some the wildest country of the whole cute, Alternating between narrow cent and descent up and down fairways out into the rock surface, hile the river always ran between jowering mountain heights on both ides. There was very little attempt agriculture, and very little of sny domestic growth except persimmon trees. The few houses massed were mostly rickety, de-lapidated looking huts, though we jid manage to find a fairly decent wayside inn, cleaner and less odoriferous at all events than that of

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