. The adventures of a tropical tramp. iously of exchanging itfor a nice soft slab of rock. Yet one could notfail to appreciate the kindhness of the people,even to the little barefooted girl who brought uswild flowers from the forest and insisted that wewear them. We filled all the buttonholes in ourcoats, and rather than hurt her feelings, wouldhave cut a few extra holes in our garments. As a rule, the hotel keepers do little workalong the Pichis Trail. The government allowsthem five pounds a month for keeping the hotel,which is ample for the support of a family in thiscountry. Some of the mor
. The adventures of a tropical tramp. iously of exchanging itfor a nice soft slab of rock. Yet one could notfail to appreciate the kindhness of the people,even to the little barefooted girl who brought uswild flowers from the forest and insisted that wewear them. We filled all the buttonholes in ourcoats, and rather than hurt her feelings, wouldhave cut a few extra holes in our garments. As a rule, the hotel keepers do little workalong the Pichis Trail. The government allowsthem five pounds a month for keeping the hotel,which is ample for the support of a family in thiscountry. Some of the more civilized Chunchoscome in from time to time with com or yucca,glad to exchange it for a few cents worth of rawrum. The rum, together with the never-failingrice, is brought in by the fortnightly mail train. Several Indians came in to ^La Cumbre dur-ing that Sabbath Day—sturdy, brown, barefootedfellows, dressed in the usual brown the Indians along the Pichis Trail all be-long to the general group of Chunchos, they are. IT WAS THE SABBATH OF MY MISSIONAR / COMPANIONS
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