Its an unusual thing for a passenger to get on or off at Gila City.
Some of the passengers straightened up in their seats and watched us with interest, as we slowly got our things together and left the car at this desolate spot, located almost in the very middle of the desert.
We were yet 300 miles from Los Angeles, though Yuma, the next town, was but twenty miles away.
Gila City contains one small store, about the size of a man's hand; two small dwellings, and a miniature depot. The population numbers but four or five people.
One thing is plentiful there, though—long-eared jack rabbits and cotton tails by the thousand. This section abounds with thousands of quail, too, and on warm days not a few rattlesnakes can be seen sunning in the desert.
The shanty cars of the construction company stood on the side-track, and as there was nothing else to do we went over to them.
The men were already up and the section foreman's wife was preparing breakfast.
We told the foreman that the Mexican had sent us down from Tucson, and were engaged by him at $1.50 per day and board.
Presently we were invited into one of the cars for breakfast.