It was almost surrounded by mountains; in fact,
while there were many trails leading out of it, there was but one
practicable wagon-road--that by which we had entered. But at the
southern extremity there was a precipitous canon, through which flowed
a considerable stream. To the west was another canon, a dry one,
called La Puerta--the doorway--which led into the second valley,
called the Valley of San Antonio.
The Great Valley, on the eastern edge of which I had halted the
company for a few moments' rest and observation, was lower through the
centre than at the sides. It was not unlike an oblong platter, and was
absolutely treeless, except that opposite us a bold, pine-clad point
jutted out from the western mountain-range about three miles, like a
headland into the sea.
The whole valley was verdant with thick grass. The two boys, sitting
on their ponies a few yards in advance of the company line, were in
raptures over the prospect.
"This is the first bit of country I've seen in New Mexico that looks
like Vermont," said Frank.
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