Wanderings in Mexico; the spirited chronicle of adventure in Mexican highways and byways . tillas and beans at the ranchos in thedaytime and took care to sleep in the open, where he wasquite alone. When people asked why he hurried so, hesaid, My father is dying in Mazatlan. He deliveredhis charge in safety, was given important papers andtold to hurry back. He returned by another road andwhen the people, still curious, asked, Why so fast? hereplied, My father is dying in Durango. We went into camp early the second night, after ridingabout ten hours. Manuel said it was too cold to sleep onthe gr
Wanderings in Mexico; the spirited chronicle of adventure in Mexican highways and byways . tillas and beans at the ranchos in thedaytime and took care to sleep in the open, where he wasquite alone. When people asked why he hurried so, hesaid, My father is dying in Mazatlan. He deliveredhis charge in safety, was given important papers andtold to hurry back. He returned by another road andwhen the people, still curious, asked, Why so fast? hereplied, My father is dying in Durango. We went into camp early the second night, after ridingabout ten hours. Manuel said it was too cold to sleep onthe ground, and as we reached a rancho about sundown,I thought best to stay there. There was plenty of water,but no grazing for the animals, and I paid fifty centseach for small bunches of hoja (dried corn stalks).When I rode up to the hacienda, which was a forlornbarracks of a place, a girl was in the corral feedingchickens. I asked if I could have a room for the nightand at first she said no; but finally pointed to a sort ofshed, which she said was very dirty, but was at my •>«^ :; r. ..^^^^-i^mrn. THE MAN WHO LIKES MEXICO 303 disposal if I cared to sleep there. Manuel had the packsoff the animals at short order and began cleaning outthe shed. The girl came and looked on, and, thoughshy, she could not seem to tear herself away from thesound of human voices. It seemed unusual to find ayoung girl quite alone in such a place; but her repliesto my inquiries were evasive. The caporal and serv-ants of the rancho had their huts at some distance fromthe main buildings; and not one of them paid her theslightest attention. I asked if she was not very lonelyand she said yes; but that she was fond of animals andthat she amused herself during the day, caring for thechickens and pigs; at night, a little girl from the serv-ants quarters came to stay with her, but she had notseen her all day. Ouien sabe! Perhaps she was bought some eggs of her and gave her some tamales;and as she stil
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