Wanderings in Mexico; the spirited chronicle of adventure in Mexican highways and byways . ter, and for themoment half inclined to believe in our strange would not take out a thing, but trotted away asfast as his fat legs would carry him, to open in theprivacy of his own home and in the presence of hiswife — his first Christmas stocking. Years passed and though we often talked of DonLoreto, we never saw him until one day he appeared atthe camp, riding a little podgy white mule, and attendedby the bad but quite imposing brother. It is needlessto say that Don Loreto was wined and dined
Wanderings in Mexico; the spirited chronicle of adventure in Mexican highways and byways . ter, and for themoment half inclined to believe in our strange would not take out a thing, but trotted away asfast as his fat legs would carry him, to open in theprivacy of his own home and in the presence of hiswife — his first Christmas stocking. Years passed and though we often talked of DonLoreto, we never saw him until one day he appeared atthe camp, riding a little podgy white mule, and attendedby the bad but quite imposing brother. It is needlessto say that Don Loreto was wined and dined and mademuch of. When dinner was over, he leaned back com-placently and turning to his hostess said, Oh, misses,we talk now of many things, but not of Christmas andthe stocking. It was all so natural, the high voice, therising inflection and all, that we laughed till we cried,and Don Loreto laughed with us, a trifle mystified, butdelighted because we were. Then after many ahrazoshe mounted and rode away, the bad brother in the can see him now, bumping along on his queer little. American niiiie-uwDL-rs ? m P p ? ^Mm ?:^^1 I ^^^B mmM k J IP**^ ^^n ^^i^^^^^^^^^^^^^^H 1 he camp ina^cdts THE MAN WHO Ln<:ES MEXICO 353 mule, his face hidden by the enormous sombrero, hisfat legs encased in very shiny leggings, and his gorgeouscape blowing out behind, always kind with all people. I once knew a mozo whose name was Jesus, and I re-fused to temporize by calling him either Juan or pronounce it Haysoos, with the accent on the lastsyllable, and it will sound all right. Jesus was hotelmozo, and I met him about two minutes after my arrivalwhen he brought my luggage upstairs, filled the waterpitcher, and complimented my foresight in taking aroom at the back of the house, with such a fine landlord came and begged me to have a room onthe street, with an interesting outlook on the white wallsof the house opposite, and at double the price; but Ipolitely refused to chan
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