Wanderings in Mexico; the spirited chronicle of adventure in Mexican highways and byways . Manuel with pack mules on the snow. Altitude,about 10,000 feet. El Capitan THE MAN WHO LIKES MEXICO 317 before coming up with them. Of course I could notblame Manuel; but I told him we would make a heartybreakfast and take lunch in the saddle, not stopping tillwe reached our destination. While we were making ready to start, a forlorn In-dian woman came to the house. She with her man andchild had been caught in the snow, with thin cottonclothing and bare feet protected only by sandals. Theywere endeavorin
Wanderings in Mexico; the spirited chronicle of adventure in Mexican highways and byways . Manuel with pack mules on the snow. Altitude,about 10,000 feet. El Capitan THE MAN WHO LIKES MEXICO 317 before coming up with them. Of course I could notblame Manuel; but I told him we would make a heartybreakfast and take lunch in the saddle, not stopping tillwe reached our destination. While we were making ready to start, a forlorn In-dian woman came to the house. She with her man andchild had been caught in the snow, with thin cottonclothing and bare feet protected only by sandals. Theywere endeavoring to cross the mountains when the stormcame, and had taken refuge in a cave near the woman had a frightened look, like a wild thingcaught in a trap; and the half-starved child clinging toher skirt was a pitiable little object. It was nine oclock when we took the trail, and soonwe were on the snow again. Traveling was slow work,but I was determined not to spend the night on thatcold mountain, no matter what the hour of our knew the descent was hard and dangerous, but the moonwas nearly full, and I hoped it would light the trail.
Size: 1871px × 1336px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1900, bookdecade1910, booksubjectmexicod, bookyear1912
