CHAPTER I.
OLD CAMP GRANT ON THE RIO SAN PEDRO—DAILY ROUTINE OF
LIFE—ARCHITECTURE OF THE GILA—SOLDIERS AS LABORERS—THE
MESCAL AND ITS USES—DRINK AND GAMBLING—RATTLESNAKE
BITES AND THE GOLONDRINA WEED—SODA
LAKE AND THE DEATH VALLEY—FELMER AND HIS
RANCH.
Dante Alighieri, it has always seemed to me, made the mistake of his life in dying when he did in the picturesque capital of the Exarchate five hundred and fifty years ago. Had he held on to this mortal coil until after Uncle Sam had perfected the "Gadsden Purchase," he would have found full scope for his genius in the description of a region in which not only purgatory and hell, but heaven likewise, had combined to produce a bewildering kaleidoscope of all that was wonderful, weird, terrible, and awe-inspiring, with not a little that was beautiful and romantic.
The vast region in the southwest corner of the United States, known on the maps as the Territories of Arizona and New Mexico, may, with perfect frankness, be claimed as the wonder-land of the northern part of America, with the exception, perhaps, of the Republic of Mexico, of which it was once a fragment, and to which, ethnographically, it has never ceased to belong.
In no other section can there be found such extensive areas of desert crossed in every direction by the most asperous mountains, whose profound cañons are the wonder of the world, whose parched flanks are matted with the thorny and leafless vegeta-
