At 5.30 the Batlers take my luggage and me to the Southern Pacific R.R. He had dinner opposite the depot, and at 10.40 P.M. I came off in Tucson. It is the Sunset Route or the Sunset Limited. En route to Tucson, Saturday January 12-1924. It was about 8 A.M. when we passed through San Antonio. Set out at 7:30 in a bright hot and cool morning. All in a sage brush plain with here and there a conspicuous residual chill that look like mountains. The homes are the smallest and poorest with hundreds of cattle here and there. No water is sight but wind pumping wells are to be seen in places. Or it goes for miles upon mile until near Del Rio when the usual rattle of the train clamps and we go over a bridge, over a small stream, a tributary of the Rio Grande - it looks With water there is an abundance of humanity and a town