The Forrest City times., 1910-08-19

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 wearing sombreros, sat upon the lit. tie burros between huge baskets, car. ryng beautiful brown babies in their arms, while larger brown babies clung on behind.
 We Illustrated the old fable of the hare and the snail. We and a bright. looking peen of the best type, whose burro kept steadily on ill it's light footed little trot while we varied our progress between galloping and walk ing. In one of the passings. after the courteous salutation. We entered into conversation about the road to Fl Des ierto; and remarking that the way was long, he proceeded to describe a much nearer way by trail, cutoff that left the main road some miles be fore the Fl Desierto road did
 The wooded mountains across the deep rayine appealed to us, and when We came to the trail it also looked tempting, so we took our Yayfarer's advice and left the beaten track, soon u lilld OuI oClhGS SCl dllDlluS uONh G | precipitous way leading our horses After crossing stream at the bottom | of the canon, we mounted and fol lowed the bank, entering a pine forest through which We rode mile after mile, momentarily expecting to see the trail up the mountain We sought We did find an ascending trail and l n m hnd n toi tn xxrhn ps the top, only far-reaching forests and more mountains Down we went into l another canon, losing our trail many times to find 1t again.
 On the steep mountainside, between us and the sudden drop Into the canon 1 (down which we looked upon the tops of tall trees. and to the bottom of which sight could not penetrate.) we saw fragment of moss-covered masonry. and farther on another, and another. and still farther on the frag- ments heightened into a crumbling wall, and we were on stonep paved way. When 1t reached the sharp ridge of the mountain which 1t followed, ! there was a low stone wall on each 1 side of a narrow paved way, messy 1 and banked with dead leaves; walls covered with plaster or cement that moss and lichen and weather stain had mellowed into harmony with the surroundings
 Never was road like this one, i Through a wilderness apparently primeyal. but for it it seemed to lie dreaming in a potent forest silence that trembled on the edge of sound as the pale light that sifted through the trees upon 1t trembled between shade and sunshine A strange spell broods here that woos one to finger and see visions of that olden time
 Al last we were on the top of the mountain and riding beside the high convent wall. the entrance being on the opposite side from our approach.
 Within the patio. like the deserted guardian of the deserted place. stands on high pedestal a marred stone statue of some unrecognizable saint, mutely eloquent We pass 1t, and walk the lonely corridors. stand under hAit AOiAf htAAft AtAtA4B tue Nbi Il Stdli to the belfry. descend into under ground chambers, and loiter iii clois. ters and in the walled gardens and orchards of old that Father Gage tells us of. where the fragrant flowers bloomed and the luscious fruit ripened on just such air and sunshine as bathes the mountain top today But the spirit of the hive" where is ito
 In front of the great arched en. trance Is an open space with few maple trees. and a small detached ruin of brown adobe Steps lead down from one of these old rooms, and though the space is filled with debris II appears to be an underground pas sage to the convent. Standing there, one looks into forest such as Durer painted: vistas between the bodies oi giant trees. dim beguiling. satyr haunted depths
 The shadows were deepening there, for the day was pereeptibly waning; and We Of short span of days must hasten to leave a ruin that was old before We had being. and that vii long outlast us
 ELEANOR ENAkS