Wanderings in Mexico; the spirited chronicle of adventure in Mexican highways and byways . greatcloak. That boy had a bit of everything going. Wewere short of cofifee cups, and he and his uncle had onebetween them: first the man took a sip and then the boy,and the cup went back and forth from one to the other,till it was time to fill it again. It began to grow light and still no sign of sun rose and the business of the day began, butManuel did not appear. Meantime I had ample op-portunity to survey the premises. The house was themost comfortable one I had seen since I left Durango,w
Wanderings in Mexico; the spirited chronicle of adventure in Mexican highways and byways . greatcloak. That boy had a bit of everything going. Wewere short of cofifee cups, and he and his uncle had onebetween them: first the man took a sip and then the boy,and the cup went back and forth from one to the other,till it was time to fill it again. It began to grow light and still no sign of sun rose and the business of the day began, butManuel did not appear. Meantime I had ample op-portunity to survey the premises. The house was themost comfortable one I had seen since I left Durango,with snug corral and outbuildings: and there was a tinychapel of adobe, with a quaint little wooden tower, anda sweet-toned bell. Don Luis said he and his brothersbuilt it: the padre came at most, twice a year; but it wasalways open on Sundays and when visitors were half after eight, Manuel hove in sight, tjehind fourinnocent-looking mules. In spite of the fact that theywere hobbled, they had managed to make a long distanceon the home trail, and he had tracked them many Manuel with pack mules on the snow. Altitude,about 10,000 feet
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