On the Mexican highlands, with a passing glimpse of Cuba . ung in a cradlesuspended from the ceiling and the father, Izus,the keeper of the courtyard, held another. He hadthirteen children. We took off our thick clothes—(it had beendifficult to endure them all the afternoon)—I puton a gauze underwear and linen, and slept withoutthe burden of a blanket. In the morning we setout early, but the sun was fiercely hot by nineoclock. For some fifteen miles we now traverseda wide valley. We were away from the neighbor-hood of Jorullo and its scattered volcanic sands,and had entered the mineral belt. A
On the Mexican highlands, with a passing glimpse of Cuba . ung in a cradlesuspended from the ceiling and the father, Izus,the keeper of the courtyard, held another. He hadthirteen children. We took off our thick clothes—(it had beendifficult to endure them all the afternoon)—I puton a gauze underwear and linen, and slept withoutthe burden of a blanket. In the morning we setout early, but the sun was fiercely hot by nineoclock. For some fifteen miles we now traverseda wide valley. We were away from the neighbor-hood of Jorullo and its scattered volcanic sands,and had entered the mineral belt. A ledge bearingcopper and silver ran through the courtyard of thehacienda, I tripped against it when going tosupper. And thereby hangs a tale: Not long ago, itseems, an itinerant American—one of those casualcountrymen of mine who now and then retreat toMexico, when the law at home gives too hot chase—dropped in at the hacienda toward the close ofa hot day and asked for lodging. He was hospit-ably received, as is the custom, and when the great. 124. Inguran Mines bell clanged for supper, he left his sleeping roomand made his way across the courtyard. Walking carelessly, he stubbed his toe againstthe unruly ledge and limping into the dining room,his host apologized for the presence of so ill lo-cated a ledge of obtruding rock. The guest de-clared his hurt a trifling matter, and the incidentwas forgotten. The next morning, he was seenknocking the ledge with a hammer and he putsamples of the rock in his pocket before he wentaway. Many months passed by and all memory of thecasual American had vanished from mens , however, an officer connected with theDepartment de Mineria of the Mexican Govern-ment, dined at the hacienda and politely informedthe superintendente, that an American had de-nounced (i. e. filed claim to) the ledge of mineralrunning through the courtyard, and had receivedtitle thereto along with the right to occupy as muchof the adjacent surface as mi
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