as he rode he knew that he no longer feared whatever he might find there. Days to come he would encounter wild indians deep in the sierras living in the chozas and wickiups of their squalid rancherías and indians wilder yet who lived in caves and all of whom may well have thought him mad for the regard with which they treated him. They fed him and the women washed his clothes and mended them and sewed his boots with a homemade awl and ligaments from a hawk’s foot.
