The oasis., 1901-01-26
WAYSIDE NOTES.

from Mulatos for Trinidad and Santa Rosa My guide, engaged by the timekeeper for the Mulatos Co.,, was promptly on hand, and l got away just at sunrise. Starting out the trail wound over a steep ascent thousand feet or more above the town, and then plunged down into another big cailon; and the entire day was a repetition of the start, climbing precipitous noun tains and crossing deep cafions.
 During the forenoon I received a vivid impression of the immensity of the mineral concession owned by the Mulatos company. We had been toil- ing painfully along at least two hours when we passed the remains of half dozen abandoned arrastras which had crushed long years ago ores from a big ledge cropping out upon the mountain side three or four thousand feet above. The guide told me it was La Dura ledge. one of the big ledges that crosses the concession three miles north of Mulatos, and is in plain sight from the tops of the ridges about the town. We were not yet of from the concession, and had been travelling steadily westward from its center. La Dura ledge runs clear across the concession and Is traced beyond it's east line some distance. My friend Julius Hallenstein of Sahuaripa, who piloted me from that place to Mula- tos, owns and controls seventy perten' encias east from the concession line. The ores are from the same general character as those in the big exposures at Mulatos.
 About noon, standing in a high ridge, with sweeping gesture to the eastward, said; "Aqui esta Yecora" !" All could see, through the heavy growth of pine and oak with which we were surrounded on all sides, was the same interminable succession of mountain ridges and deep gorges and cafions over which l had been travel ing for days, assumed that he meant that the head of the canon where we stood was of that leading down to Ye- cora, where a man from North Caro- lima named Clark, who has resided at Yecora forty years, raises vegetables, which he markets at Mulatos, Trini- dad and other points in this region. l heard of Clark's vegetables as far north as Moctezuma. two hundred miles away. Last season his crops were destroyed by a hailstorm, and everybody met with liking for green groceries deplored the mishap.
 At the outset the guide told me we had to traverse sixteen leagues to reach Trinidad At dark we had cov- cred about thirteen leagues. and l suggested to the old man that we would have to camp out. He replied that the road was good, and we could keep going until we reached Trinidad. A bout half an hour afterward the trail we were following vanished, and he explained that there is trail be- tween Yecora and Trinidad, which we had crossed unnOticed, that we should have taken at the crossing So we retraced our steps, the guide closely scanning the mountain side, sin the hlackuess of darkness, in an effort to 'gdlscern a cross trail 1 soon became satisfied that we would not find 1t that night, so l said we would go into camp, to which the old man readily assented. We unsaddled, turned out our. animals to graze upon the thick, dry grass, gathered a big tot of wood, and soon had rousing fire. From his saddle bags the guide pro- duced somt ground coffee, sugar, bread and e eese, He got some water