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Mine host here was a Texan, who somehow had strayed away out here, and dropped down at Carissa Creek--he hardly knew how. He
gpt
pretty generally, nearly everywhere--especially after passing Villacito. Salt pork fried, saleratus biscuit hot, and coffee plain, came again into vogue, as in the famous Bitter Creek region; but we supplemented them this time with some excellent canned fruits and vegetables, that we had the foresight to bring along. Our evenings usually ended in long