On the Mexican highlands, with a passing glimpse of Cuba . n excellentbreakfast of coffee, eggs, chicken, rice, tortillas— On the Mexican Highlands in fact, I may remark that all meals I have thusfar eaten off the beaten track of travel in Mexico,are quite as good as any I would get in the moun-tains of West Virginia. We had the two pack ani-mals loaded, paid our bill, about forty cents each,(one dollar Mexican), mounted into our saddlesand filed out of the patio into the street by seven-twenty oclock. There we found El Jeffe Politicosuperbly mounted, astride an elegant saddle withred trapping
On the Mexican highlands, with a passing glimpse of Cuba . n excellentbreakfast of coffee, eggs, chicken, rice, tortillas— On the Mexican Highlands in fact, I may remark that all meals I have thusfar eaten off the beaten track of travel in Mexico,are quite as good as any I would get in the moun-tains of West Virginia. We had the two pack ani-mals loaded, paid our bill, about forty cents each,(one dollar Mexican), mounted into our saddlesand filed out of the patio into the street by seven-twenty oclock. There we found El Jeffe Politicosuperbly mounted, astride an elegant saddle withred trappings and tassels. He was accompaniedby six cavalrymen on handsome black chargers, inwhite and blue uniforms, and a company of footsoldiers in white uniforms. With them was theprisoner, a tall dark man, his left hand in a slingand his right hand tied behind to the small of hisback. All were lined up awaiting us, to be ourescort till late in the day. So we left Ario withdignity and pomp. Whether the prisoner wouldreach the days end was an open question. ii6. THE JEFE POLITICO AND SOLDIERS XI Inguran Mines—Five Thousand Six Hun-dred Feet Below Ario Inguran Mines, Nouemher 29th. From Santa Clara to Ario we had descendedone thousand two hundred feet In thirty we were again going down. Each mile thecountry grew more tropical. A fine, rich, rollingland it was, a soil black and fertile; guavas, ba-nanas, coffee, and other like trees began to be com-mon along the road; long lines of monstrous cen-tury-plants (maguey), supplying an unfailingsource of pulque^ bordered the roadway on eitherhand, serving as Impenetrable hedges. The camino(road) showed signs of having once been gradedand on the slopes it had been paved from curb tocurb. Now, as yesterday, allthe road Is gone, ornearly so. Chasm-like ruts, vast holes, diverse andmany paths, give the traveler a varied choice. Again we met hundreds of loaded horses, mulesand burros and scores of men also, bearing cratesand heavy burd
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