Arizona republican., 1922-03-27

kiss any ones hand, especially that
, OF the landlady of a combination
mule and Christian hotel. Likely he
would not have kissed it at all. This
small boy came as near being a
thoroughbred little gentleman, plus a
very capable little man of business,
as have ever seen.
| Relations Between Mule and Man.
| Then the electric lights went out.
To those who have never listened TO
mules being packed in darkness
| say to them in all candor. don't. Yet
the arriero did not kick any mule
| in the stomach. He called them the
most horrifying names. but in low
and gentle tones. / began to get the
relation that exists between the Mex
lean and his horse or mule. lie rides
them hard and he packs 'em heavy,
| but he always seems fond Of them.
Nor have 1 ever seen a Mexican mule
kick at his packer. They seem as
gentle as ringdoves.
"That little breakfast. now" l said.
You are forgetting IL"
The nluleteer said vaguely that no
doubt we could get something on the
road. So we started. at half past
four of a dark morning. The mule
teer was dressed in a high, wide
! sombrero and white cotton and open
toed sandals. He would have been
cold If 1t had not been for packing the
mules.
His Spurs Not Trustworthy.
AS soon as we got into the street
he strapped a pair OF large spurs on
me, giving me the appearance of an
old time Missouri River side-wheeler
and hit my little horse violently on
the tail and we were off. The mule
| teer ran behind. Every now and
then my spurs failed to get good
| hold and he got near enough TO crack
the little white horse on the tail
again. objected to that, because
the little white horse always leaped
about fourteen feet. But. as stated,
sometime my spurs failed to catch.
We trotted savagely up the long,
uphill road which the Spaniards built
after getting a little practice in the
Inquisition. Every now and then he
| hit my horse on the tail There was
scenery on either side, no doubt, but
my memory fails to hold it. Now
and then we passed other trotting
mule trains and sometimes other mule
trains outtrotted ours. The dawn came
in rose and gold and azure. The
| trunk which the most intelligent mule
| was burdened with slipped from time
| to time. l took advantage of the
! pauses to work my way further from
that flicking quirt. We came to a
/ little Indian village.
I'VE eat here" said the arriero. Or
he made motions to that effect. II
was light enough to see things and
people The houses were little dobe
huts, in and out of which chickens,
! pigs, cats, dogs, and neighbors
walked. Ariosa, our hostess, said she
! had no food and could not feed US.
Tears sprang. The arriero put up a
hot argument. She sent out TO the
neighbors but none of the hens had
laid yet. So we breakfasted on cof-
fee-not the worst in the world. but
near it--and delicious little loaves of
brown. crusted, light. fluffy, sweet
ened bread.
They Keep on "AdeIeantina."
"Adelante." said the arriero.
We adelanted for aching hours. We
came to the bad place in the trail
It wasn't bad at all. 1t was wide
enough to have driven wagon on,
except. that TO get on it the wagon
must have been dropped out of a
dirigible, and / could see the bottom
plainly. The worst of it was that the
road had given up trying TO be road
and was putting on a jazzy imitation
of a disorderly stone quarry. No
| wheeled vehicle has ever been over
it l am sure. We kept on adelanting
| My partner got off and walked be-
cause his knees were killing him, and
the arriero. relapsed into gloomy ST.
lence. gathered that by that act
he had lost his chance to break the
bad road record with amateurs. But
my partner would not get back on.
He said that he could hike with any
man, but that he had been so care
fully reared that he did not know how
to tell about the pain in his knees.
Where do We eat lunch?" asked