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small cane fields belonging to the San Juan indians. Riding up to the first of these I looked into the door of the adobe hut & saw an old man [[strikethrough]] at [[/strikethrough]] sitting on the floor nearly naked & engaged in repairing a cargo net. He at once sprang up & came to the door answering my hail with good natured volubility. After giving me the directions asked He asked if I was on my way to the feast at San Juan which was to be held the coming week, adding that he was going too & would see me there. The old fellow was full of friendliness but was so hideously spotted with the pinto marks of dark & white that I was glad to leave him & hasten on. When we reached San Juan we found the town to be rather a picturesque collection of adobe houses & huts strung along the [[strikethrough]] top of a [[/strikethrough]] gently rounded top of a long ridge. All about are the slopes of thicket-covered ridges all of a bright deep green of the most vivid richness owing to the abundant rains- We were given quarters in a fine new building just made for a school but not yet occupied- Here we arranged our outfit preparatory to putting in some days here- The reason why this place is made of adobe I learned is from the fact that a fire