Badthing sat down and lit his pipe. Yellow Head did not look. At length Charlie Otter made a speech thanking me. I spoke in reply and when I was through I turned and Yellow Head had disappeared. Badthing stayed in his baak eating peyote and chanting for the next three days while I salted and partially cured 200 pounds of hams that I could take back to a smokehouse. When I was packing to leave for Austin to pick up Barney Swift and go look for the mine in Chihuahua, Badthing appeared and presented me with a bag of marrow that I could spread like butter on my biscuits. He said he had had a most favorable vision for my journey. I replied that I would need it, and I did.