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They lay there for some time talking to each other, and staring down at
the strange scene so far beneath them, and which appeared almost like a
painted picture within its dark frame of towering rocks and wide
expanse of sand. Except for the rather restless herd of cattle there
was little movement perceptible--a herder or two could be distinguished
riding here and there on some duty; there was a small horse corral a
short distance to their right, with something like a dozen ponies
confined within, and a bunch of saddles piled outside the fence. Once
a man came out of the bunk-house and went down to the stream for a
bucket of water, returning leisurely. He wore the braided jacket and
high, wide-brimmed hat of the Mexican peon, and spurs glittered on his
boot-heels. Beyond this the cabins below gave no sign of occupancy.
Moore pointed out to them the main trail leading across the valley and
winding up along the front of the opposite wall. They could trace it a
large part of the way, but it disappeared entirely as it approached the
summit.
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