I crawled further up so as to get a better view, and when I straightened up again she got a full view of me.

She instantly caught her infant off its little pallet made of a small piece of thin wood covered with a rabbit skin, and putting the baby under one arm, and giving a smart jerk to a small girl that was crying to the top of her voice, she bounded off and fairly flew up the gentle slope toward the summit, the girl following after very close.

The woman's long black hair stood out as she rushed along, looking over her shoulder every instant as if she expected to be slain.

The mother flying with her children, untrammeled with any of the arts of fashion was the best natural picture I ever looked upon, and wild in the extreme.

No living artist could do justice to the scene as the lady of the desert, her little daughter and her babe, passed over the summit out of sight.