Wanderings in Mexico; the spirited chronicle of adventure in Mexican highways and byways . little houses, preferring to roost on the ridge-pole and coquette with the stars, were so benumbedfrom the wet and cold, they could scarcely fly or evenwalk without pitching over. Many an unfortunatefound his way to that refuge for feathered invalids — thekitchen. The dogs had the best of it for while theywere supposed to be on guard at night, I was sure someof the peones, who were fond of them, had harboredthem during the worst of it. They were jubilant inconsequence leaping upon us with their muddy paw
Wanderings in Mexico; the spirited chronicle of adventure in Mexican highways and byways . little houses, preferring to roost on the ridge-pole and coquette with the stars, were so benumbedfrom the wet and cold, they could scarcely fly or evenwalk without pitching over. Many an unfortunatefound his way to that refuge for feathered invalids — thekitchen. The dogs had the best of it for while theywere supposed to be on guard at night, I was sure someof the peones, who were fond of them, had harboredthem during the worst of it. They were jubilant inconsequence leaping upon us with their muddy the pet burro, whose name was Johnny, didwhat he could, braying dismally all day at ten-minuteintervals, in tones that sounded more than ever in needof scraping and oiling. The mines were on the opposite side of the arroyofrom the town, and the workmen were shut off fromtheir supply of tortillas and beans. There was no wayto get food across the river, and I doubt if the womenwould have found time to cook in any event, they wereso taken up watching the flood. The men refused to. ^fe*..^ ,^i ^% •*•. #L&-
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