fair representation of these mid-air tombs. Those animals
are horses--I know they are--because my artist says so. I
had the picture two years before I discovered the fact.--The
artist came to me about six months ago--and said--"It is
useless to disguise it from you any longer--they are
horses."

(Picture of) A more cheerful view of the Desert.

It was while crossing this desert that I was surrounded by a
band of Ute Indians. They were splendidly mounted--they
were dressed in beaver-skins--and they were armed with
rifles--knives--and pistols.

(Picture of) Our Encounter with the Indians.

What could I do?--What could a poor old orphan do? I'm a
brave man.--The day before the Battle of Bull's Run I stood
in the highway while the bullets--those dreadful messengers
of death--were passing all around me thickly--IN WAGONS--on
their way to the battle-field. (This was the great joke of
Artemus Ward's first lecture, "The Babes in the Wood." He
never omitted it in any of his lectures, nor did it lose its
power to create laughter by repetition. The audiences at
the Egyptian Hall, London, laughed as immoderately at it, as
did those of Irving Hall, New York, or of the Tremont Temple
in Boston.) But there were too many of these Injuns--there
were forty of them--and only one of me--and so I said--

"Great Chief--I surrender." His name was Wocky-bocky.