As it was, if we had not had a good moon, we could hardly have made the descent.

From the depth of the canon we ascended to Cuquila, thoroughly tired, somewhat before seven.
It was with the greatest difficulty that we could find anyone of whom to ask our way to the town-house.

Our voices were sufficient to plunge any house into instant darkness and silence.

After a long search, we found a man who agreed to seek the _presidente_.

He and the rest of the town officials finally met us on the road, and, after reading our order, took us to the town-house.