The New England magazine . dle and letting the water drip. Farther on,while we were trying to dry our blankets,we met a long train of burros creepingdown from the mountain loaded with woodand charcoal. Off to the left extended a large hacienda,or ranch, a magnificent and well-equippedestate, for we could hear the siren whistleof its mill. The ascent led us by deep can-yons and through dark, dense forests ofpine. The air was filled with resinousodors. One distinctly noticeable fact was waist-high. At the foot of the hill wecrossed a small plateau of rock and volcanicsand; almost before we could
The New England magazine . dle and letting the water drip. Farther on,while we were trying to dry our blankets,we met a long train of burros creepingdown from the mountain loaded with woodand charcoal. Off to the left extended a large hacienda,or ranch, a magnificent and well-equippedestate, for we could hear the siren whistleof its mill. The ascent led us by deep can-yons and through dark, dense forests ofpine. The air was filled with resinousodors. One distinctly noticeable fact was waist-high. At the foot of the hill wecrossed a small plateau of rock and volcanicsand; almost before we could realize it, thestone chimney of the sulphur-furnace atTlamacas, as the ranch is called, poppedinto sight. We could now see the great vol-cano in all its dread grandeur. Until thenit had seemed a pyramid. Now beyond thetimbered barranca it swelled high its snowytent, filling the whole southern sky. Co-lossal, stupendous, sublime, it toweredabove our Lilliputian selves. Like school-boys before a stern masters eye, our chat-. Mt. Iztaccihuatl from Mt. Popocatepetl the absence of animal life. There was nota bird in sight, nor was the stillness of thatvast forest broken by a sound except thesteady hoof-beats of our horses. Far belowus we could catch flitting glimpses of Ame-cameca, bathed in the sweetness of the sum-mer sun. Down from the ice-clad sides ofold Popo swept a chilling wind that wentthrough our clothing as if it were man instinctively touched up hishorse, that we might reach shelter beforedarkness settled over the land. A few min-utes later, after passing several rough hum-mocks, we went slipping and sliding downa steep ravine covered with clumps of grass ter ceased. Even Marion quit regaling uswith the melody, In days of old, whenknights were bold; an elevation of 12,772feet and a frowning, chilly mountain didnot encourage singing in the least. As the rude log-and-board house for menwas nearly destroyed, we made the well-ventilated horse-shed our headquarter
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