guatemala the country of the future [illustration: portrait of his excellency president don manuel estrada cabrera.] guatemala the country of the future a monograph by charles m. pepper washington, d. c. contents. chapter. page. i. a brief description ii. a progressive president and his policies iii. the soil and its riches iv. trade and markets v. climate and immigration vi. international relations vii. the land of travel and history * * * * * list of illustrations. portrait of his excellency president don manuel estrada cabrera frontispiece monument to columbus opposite president and members of cabinet " vista of aguna plantation " bridge over motagua river " street in escuintla " plaza of jocotenango, guatemala city " landscape of guastotoya river " public officials. _president and cabinet._ señor don manuel estrada cabrera, _president of the republic_. señor don juan barrios, m. _minister of foreign relations_. señor don juan j. argueta, _minister of government and justice_. señor don josÉ flamenco, _minister of public improvement_ (_fomento_). señor general don luis molina, _minister of war_. señor don guillermo aguirre, _minister of the treasury_. señor don j. antonio mandujano, _minister of public instruction_. minister and consuls in the united states. señor don jorge muÑoz, _envoy extraordinary and minister plenipotentiary, highlands, washington, d. c._ joaquin yela, _consul general, stone st., new york city_. d. kingsland, _consul general, n. th st., st. louis, mo._ felipe galicia v., _consul general, market st., san francisco, cal._ c. morton stewart, jr., _consul general, baltimore, md._ julio novella, _consul general, p. o. box , new orleans, la._ shirley crawford, _consul, louisville, ky._ gustavo niederlein, _consul, philadelphia, pa._ edwin r. heath, _consul, rialto bldg., kansas city, kans._ benjamin preston clark, _consul, water st., boston, mass._ vicente j. vidal, _vice-consul, pensacola, fla._ manuel maria sama, _consul, mayaguez, p. r._ m. merrow, _consul, galveston, texas_. andres j. balliet, _consul, seattle, wash._ ormond w. follin, _consul, san diego, cal._ united states minister and consuls in guatemala. leslie combs, _envoy extraordinary and minister plenipotentiary, guatemala city_. alfred a. winslow, _consul general, guatemala city_. william owen, _v. & d. consul general, guatemala city_. carl g. heitman, _consular agent, champerico_. edward reed, _consular agent, livingston_. samuel wolford, _consular agent, ocos._ frank sims swan, _consular agent, san josé de guatemala_. chapter i. a brief description. the republic of guatemala, which name is derived from the indian word "quanhitemallan," signifying "land covered with trees," has been described as the privileged zone of central america. this is because of its resources, its climate, and its accessibility. the country is easily reached from all directions through its seaports on both the pacific and atlantic oceans and through its rapidly growing system of railways. from california, from the neighboring ports of other central american countries and from panama there is regular and reliable steamship service on the pacific coast. on the atlantic or gulf side from new york, new orleans, galveston and mobile there is frequent steamship service, while there is also connection at colon with english and german lines. the steamers on the pacific coast connect at san josé with the guatemala central railway, which affords easy means of arriving at the capital city and the great coffee-raising districts. these are reached by the branch to mazatenango, which forms a junction with the occidental railway between champerico and san felipe. on the atlantic side is puerto barrios, which will derive additional importance from the early completion of the northern railway and which will place new orleans within five days or less of guatemala city, chicago six days, and new york seven days. besides the means of communication afforded jointly by the steamship lines and the railroads at an early date there will be complete and uninterrupted railway communication with st. louis and other points of the mississippi valley through mexico. the means of communication and transportation are given more fully later on. geographically the republic of guatemala is the heart of intertropical america. it is the most northern part of central america, in shape like a polygon, with the southern side the longest. it lies approximately between north latitude ° and ' and ° and ', and between ° and ' and ° and ' longitude west of greenwich. its area is , square miles--the greatest length from north to south being and from east to west miles. the pacific coast line with indentations is nearly miles and the atlantic line about miles in length. striking physical aspects. in its physical aspects guatemala is a country of mountains, tropical forests, lakes and rivers and coast plains. it was described by humboldt more than one hundred years ago as extremely fertile and well cultivated, and this description holds good to-day, though there are vast areas of rich agricultural land yet open to profitable cultivation and only awaiting immigration to develop their richness. the guatemalan andes consist of three minor mountain systems. these are the northern zone, chiefly of denuded cones, , to , feet in height, with plains lying between them; the central zone consisting of ranges and chains running east and west with many marked elevations rising from , to , feet; and the southern zone consisting of eruptive chains which culminate in many notable volcanic peaks, some of which are more than , feet in height. these are known as the cordilleras and they parallel the pacific ocean. there are three river systems emptying respectively into the gulf of mexico, the atlantic and the pacific. some of the streams flowing into the gulf of mexico are navigable by steamboats of light draught. of the atlantic tributaries the principal rivers are the sarstoon, the motagua and the dulce; the latter empties into the gulf of honduras. navigation is possible on the motagua for about miles from the mouth. the rivers flowing into the pacific include the paz, the suchiate, and the patulul. these have their sources in the andean cordilleras or the neighboring highlands. there is also the michatoya which is navigable for small boats to its confluence with the maria linda. generally speaking, a few of the rivers on the southern coast might be made navigable for short distances with boats of very light draught. guatemala has a series of inland lakes which include izabal, atitlan, amatitlan, which are capable of steam navigation; peten, ayarza and guija. the largest of these is lake izabal, which is miles long by miles in width and which has its outlet through the dulce river into the gulf of honduras. the cities and municipal districts having a population of , and upwards are as follows: name. population. guatemala city , antigua , quezaltenango , totonicapan , coban , chiquimula , jalapa , escuintla , salamá , amatitlan , zacapa , flores , jutiapa , huehuetenango , retalhuleu , sololá , mazatenango , san marcos , atitlan , the handsome capital city. guatemala, the capital, is the largest city in central america. the location is unusually healthy, being , feet above sea level. the city is laid out on a splendid scale with many fine avenues and parks. it is improving its system of tramways by changing to electricity as the motor power. the public buildings are especially notable. among the principal ones are the palaces of the government, the presidency, the legislative power, the judicial power, the municipality, and the archbishopric; the cathedral and other magnificent churches; the ministry of public improvement (fomento), the mint, the conservatory of music, the general offices of accounts, of police, and of liquors and internal revenue; the custom-house, the national institutes of young men, of young ladies and of the native race, the first of which is provided with a meteorological observatory; the schools of law, medicine, engineering, polytechny, and arts; the children's college and a large number of public schools; the colon theatre; the registry of real estate, the national printing-office, the post-office, the national museum; the military hospital, and the general hospitals, the asylums for the insane and for convalescents and invalids; the central and the calvary markets; the penitentiary and the artillery, cavalry, and guard of honor and san francisco barracks; san josé and matamoros forts, and a very large number of other imposing edifices. the american club, which has several hundred members, mostly citizens of the united states, occupies fine quarters. some of the parks, plazas, and public drives are adorned with very beautiful marble or bronze statues. among the principal ones are the bronze monument of christopher columbus in the central park and the marble one of the same historic personage in the garden of the colon theatre; that of general j. rufino barrios and that of don miguel garcia granados in the boulevard of the reforma; and that of friar bartolomew de las casas in the campus of the institute of the indian race. the last three statues are of bronze. the seaports of guatemala are of a varied character. their value grows every day because of the increased commerce that is resulting from the development of the country under the industrial policies of president estrada cabrera. on the atlantic the leading ports are livingston, izabal, santo tomas, and puerto barrios. of these puerto barrios is easily first. it lies at the extremity of the gulf of amatique, is spacious and is well protected against winds. as the terminus of the guatemalan northern railway it is assured of a very extensive trade both in exports and in imports. puerto barrios is not only a receiving and distributing center for guatemala, but also for a considerable portion of the neighboring republic of salvador, which has no port on the atlantic. the chief ports on the pacific side are san josé, champerico, and ocos. by far the largest amount of business is done through the port of san josé, which is the terminus of the guatemalan central railroad. it has extensive quays and other facilities for navigation. ocean transportation facilities. guatemala is well supplied with ocean transportation facilities, several of the steamship companies receiving aid from the government. on the pacific coast there is the pacific mail which maintains a regular fortnightly service with extra vessels during the coffee season and which touches at the ports between san francisco and panama. the german line known as the kosmos puts the guatemalan ports in communication with the west coast of south america as well as with the ports of california and mexico. it carries both passengers and freight. there are also numerous small coasting vessels. it is probable that service will be resumed by the various chilean lines which formerly proceeded to san francisco, touching at guatemalan and other ports, but which of recent years have not gone north of panama. all the vessels have excellent passenger accommodations. from the atlantic ports there are ships engaged in the fruit trade with new york and boston, some of which carry passengers. usually, however, passengers prefer to travel by way of new orleans or mobile, from either of which cities every thursday there is a vessel plying directly to puerto barrios. the most complete service is that maintained by the united fruit company. in view of the growing development on the atlantic slope and of the commerce which is certain to result there is an excellent opportunity for an increased steamship service with the ports of the united states. the time could be greatly lessened with advantages both in the transportation of freight and in the benefit to passengers. the policy of the government towards steamship lines both as relates to port charges and to other measures is a most liberal one and every inducement is offered to engage in furnishing additional facilities, which will shorten the time between the different points and increase the frequency of communication. growth of railroad system. the railway system of guatemala under the administration of president estrada cabrera is certain to be the most useful means of developing the country. every encouragement is given to capital to engage in railroad enterprises. the general plan includes both an interoceanic railroad and links in the intercontinental or north and south lines. no measure of president estrada cabrera's administration has been of greater importance than his action in securing the completion of the northern railway, which will be open for traffic throughout its entire length by the end of . this places the capital and the whole interior of the country in direct communication with puerto barrios and insures a very heavy decrease in the cost of freight both for the agricultural exports and for the merchandise and other imports. the line runs from guatemala city to el rancho and thence to puerto barrios. at various times concessions were given for building the different sections, but circumstances caused many of them to be almost abandoned. in the face of repeated discouragements president estrada cabrera took up the subject with resolute spirit and with the sanction of the national assembly made a contract with a syndicate of which the principals were sir william c. van horne, the celebrated railroad man, who completed the canadian pacific railway in the face of monumental difficulties and who subsequently built the cuba central railway; and minor c. keith, of the united fruit company, who for a third of a century had been identified with various successful enterprises in central america. subsequently the guatemala central railway took a share in the enterprise and also german banking and coffee interests. under the contract no export duty is to be laid on agricultural exports transported over the railroad except coffee and the company is given the right to fix its passenger and freight charges on a gold basis. there were many engineering difficulties to be overcome, the chiefest of which was the bridging of the motagua river. the material for this railway construction was imported principally from the united states, the rails from maryland and the bridgework across the motagua and other rivers from pittsburg. the importance of this northern railway to the development of guatemala is incalculable. it insures the opening up of a very rich country which means a great addition to the exports of guatemala and it also should bring a large immigration because of the facilities for easy communication and access to the markets of the united states which it will afford. with the operation of the northern railway in connection with the guatemala central, the country will have a through railway line from the atlantic to the pacific ocean, miles in length. while the interior development is the chief benefit of this through railway system, it is not unlikely that during the years that must pass until the panama canal is completed some of the international traffic which cannot be accommodated on the railway line across the isthmus will find a cheap and expeditious passage across guatemala. on the pacific slope the leading railway system is the guatemala central. it was built by c. p. huntington and is one of the best railroads anywhere south of the rio grande. though of narrow gauge the roadbed was laid for standard gauge, and this change can be made at any time. unlike most foreign railways the guatemala central maintains the american system of checking baggage. its main line and branches cover the coffee-raising districts of the pacific coast section of guatemala. the occidental railroad has about miles of track and the ocos line miles. both of these are on the pacific slope. comprehensive railway policy. it is worth knowing that while the interoceanic line approaches completion guatemala is making decided progress in the links of the pan-american or intercontinental north and south trunk line. from a junction with the northern a branch will run south to zacapa and ultimately will be extended into salvador. towards the north there is only a section of miles to be completed in order to prolong the guatemalan system to ayutla on the border of mexico and this will be done as soon as the extension of the mexican lines to the boundary are completed. these extensions are to be finished within two years, so it may reasonably be said that by the end of , if not sooner, a through railway journey will be possible from san francisco, chicago, or new york to the capital of guatemala. the importance of this railway building was shown by senator stephen b. elkins, the chairman of the senate committee on interstate commerce, in a speech made at the dinner given the pan-american railway committee by the hon. h. g. davis. in his speech senator elkins said that the freight on coffee, which now approximates $ per ton or $ , on a carload of tons, would be cheapened till it came down to $ per carload, or $ per ton. [illustration: monument to columbus.] the railroad laws of guatemala are thus explained in my official report as commissioner of the pan-american railway: "the railways of guatemala are regulated by the provisions of the commercial code and by the general railway law known as decree no. , dated february , . by the terms of this decree persons or companies seeking franchises are required to submit the plans to the department of fomento; when indorsed by that department the sanction of the council of state is sought, and finally the approval of the national legislature. all contracts celebrated by the executive power have to be approved by the national legislature. the contracts may be with designated individuals, with persons acting for others, or for companies that are to be formed. "concessions can be granted with subsidy or without it, guaranteeing or not the capital which may be invested, with an interest proportionate to the product. the government shall include in the estimates the share of pecuniary responsibilities required for fulfilling the obligation contracted. "the state may exempt the enterprise from the payment of every class of contributions, from the use of stamped paper and fiscal dues, for the time which it may consider just or opportune, but in every instance the exemptions shall be specified in the contract. "the right of eminent domain or expropriation for the benefit of grantees holding franchises is enforced. the government also undertakes to procure uniformity in the gauge and the rails. "the government offers every inducement to promote the extension and development of railroads in the country. the best evidence of its policy toward legitimate and genuine capital is shown in the terms of the contract for the completion of the northern railroad. "the engineering difficulties of railroad construction in guatemala are not grave, as the lines skirt the foothills of the great agricultural regions. the immense natural resources, consisting of the products both of the tropical and the temperate climates, such as coffee, sugar, tobacco, the cereals; the vast pasturage for live stock; the undeveloped timber industries, and the unexploited mines, all open up prospects for profitable traffic." in addition to its railways guatemala seeks to maintain a complete system of highways or cart roads. among the most important cart roads which have recently been built or are now under construction, are those from the capital to san juan sacatepequez, san pedro and san raymundo. there is also a cart road between huehuetenango and quezaltenango; one from coban to quiche which will join the departments of the north with the rich western section of the republic; from totonicapan to quiche; that between ovejero and trujillo, which will place in communication the departments of jutiapa and jalapa; that from tumbador to san marcos; that from solola to panajachel; that from chicacao to nahualate; and finally the highway from san jeronimo and rancho san augustin, which will join the department of baja verapaz with zacapa. all these roads serve as new arteries for the development and the enlargement of commerce and agriculture and this has been the special care of president estrada cabrera, who has provided the means for opening, wherever possible, the necessary ways of communication. distances between the capital city and the principal points of the country are as follows: guatemala to miles. antigua chimaltenango amatitlan escuintla ½ cuajiniquilapa solola totonicapan quezaltenango mazatenango retalhuleu san marcos huehuetenango santa cruz de quiche salamá coban flores izabal zacapa chiquimula jalapa jutiapa postal and cable service. the means of facilitating intercourse both among its own people and with the outside world has always been encouraged by the government of guatemala. the republic is a member of the international postal union. it has an excellent post-office service, both foreign and domestic. complete information is given in the postal code of the republic. during the last year the number of pieces of mail received in all the offices of the republic was nearly , , , while the mail matter transmitted amounted to , , separate pieces. the telegraph and telephone are nationalized and are controlled and operated by the government, though there are also some private telephone lines in the capital. the national telegraph lines have a total length of about , kilometers, , miles, and the telephone lines of kilometers, miles. the number of telegrams transmitted in a given year was , , . the government is constantly constructing new lines both for telegraph and telephone service. at the present time there are nearly telegraph offices and about telephone offices. the rates both for telegraph and telephone messages, which are payable in guatemalan currency, are quite moderate. a telegram of words to any part of the republic costs about cents in gold. the long distance telephone service is at the rate of about cents for a five minutes' conversation. the cable service is maintained by the central and south american telegraph company, whose main office is at san josé. the following are the charges per word in gold: guatemala to points in the united states cts. " " " great britain cts. " " " france cts. " " " germany cts. " " " canada cts. " " " central america to cts. " havana, cuba cts. " points in mexico to cts. " city of panama cts. " city of colon cts. chapter ii. a progressive president and his policies. guatemala in order to fulfil its destiny as the country of the future must be assured of stable and progressive government hospitable to foreign capital. to insure these things it is necessary to have the right man at the head of affairs. no one now questions that guatemala possesses this advantage in the person of manuel estrada cabrera, whose term as president will not expire till . the best test of any public man entrusted with the responsibility of government is the opinion of disinterested foreign observers whose position gives them the opportunity to judge. this opinion was voiced by mr. leslie combs, the american minister plenipotentiary to guatemala, on the occasion of a new year's reception by president estrada cabrera ( ), when the diplomatic corps called on the president in a body. speaking for himself and for his colleagues of the diplomatic corps minister combs on that occasion said: "upon such an occasion as this criticism or compliment would alike be out of place, but it may be permitted to mention the wonderful development in mexico in the past ten years, the great work now in hand to the south and to predict that guatemala in material wealth and well-being has a great future before her. we hope this will be realized in your next administration and that this year will distinctly mark its advent. "the wise base their hopes of the future upon their experiences of the past and we look to the peace and order maintained by your administration in the past seven years as a guarantee that your people may expect as much in those that are to follow. "we remember that called to your position of responsibility by a tragedy you have firmly held the authority with which you have been entrusted. we remember that by the diplomatic settlement of , by arbitration and negotiation, you have settled all the foreign claims of importance against your government and have given rise to not one yourself. we remember that hardly had the ashes cooled after the terrible disaster of santa maria when railway spikes were being driven to its base and the mazatenango railway opened, that the northern railway contract seems to guarantee the completion of that highway to the atlantic at an early date. "these achievements in a period of depression, in the face of natural phenomena of almost unparalleled destructiveness, warrant the hope that conditions may enable you to direct the destiny of guatemala still further along on the highway to that position all hope she may one day occupy. a noble field lies before you. that you may be able to occupy it to the greatest advantage of your country is our earnest wish." the tribute from minister combs, as will be noticed, especially emphasizes president estrada cabrera's qualities as a man of achievement. that is the keynote of his character, to do something for his country. president estrada cabrera is a civilian executive. his public life has been that of a lawyer eminent in his profession. support of liberal principles. in his participation in public affairs president estrada cabrera always has supported liberal principles. it was therefore natural that he should be prominent in the councils of the liberal party and should become the leader of that organization. his career has been one to familiarize him with all the departments of the government. he served as secretary of government and justice, and it was while, holding this position that in order to investigate a land controversy he went out into the wilderness himself and spent several weeks going over the sections concerning which he desired to be fully informed. the result was that this controversy which had been in dispute for a long term of years was finally settled in the manner most equitable and just for the parties interested. this is the way president estrada cabrera works when the interests of the state are involved. in when president-general josé maria reyna barrios was killed, mr. estrada cabrera was _primer designado_, the position which corresponds to vice-president in the united states and under which he became acting president until an election could be held. at that election he was chosen president by a substantially unanimous vote. an indication of his public policies was given by him when he outlined his programme on coming into the responsibility for the government of guatemala during the interim which he served in the character of _primer designado_. on that occasion he said: "my administration will be brief and of a temporary character, but not for that reason shall it be left for history to demand of me a strict account of my acts during this period. i declare in the most solemn manner before my fellow citizens that i wish to hand back the beautiful standard of my country without stain. i desire that the constitution, the sacred repository of our liberties, be not soiled in my hands. my hope is that all of my compatriots may enjoy the life and public liberties that are rightfully theirs. i wish that all the guaranties may protect them in the moment when they approach the ballot boxes to cast their vote for the person to whom it will be given to direct the destinies of our common country." it was after this declaration and after several months' experience under president estrada cabrera's administration that in september, , the people chose him to fill out the full presidential term and then in re-elected him for the term which will expire in . when president estrada cabrera became charged with the full responsibility of power in , guatemala was in the midst of political complications and of a very severe industrial crisis. his first labor was to insure political tranquillity. when this was accomplished he gave all his energies and his talents to developing the resources of the country and to the improvement of public administration. from this point a recent writer, confirming the eulogy of minister combs, said: "guatemala now enjoys unalterable peace. her progress is most notable and instead of investing the public funds exclusively in swords and cannons there have been instituted the annual festival of minerva, the most splendid work of estrada cabrera as ruler and as patriot, arousing in this manner in the people the desire for instruction and fostering by all possible means the material progress of the country; giving facilities and opening new ways to traffic and commerce; nourishing industries, science and the arts; beautifying the cities and villages; affording to all the advantages of modern improvements and spreading the knowledge of hygiene among the masses." a record of achievement. in a general way the administration of president estrada cabrera has been described as the political emancipation and the administrative emancipation. the former topic will be considered in the explanation of guatemala's international relations. the administrative reforms which president estrada cabrera has introduced are numerous. he has reduced in a large measure the public debt and has paid almost entirely the recognized foreign claims incurred by previous administrations, has given marked impulse to the construction of highways, bridges, and other public works; has systematically fostered agriculture; has reformed and liberalized the civil codes and proceedings; has extended the system of posts, telegraphs, and telephones; has established patriotic celebrations of an industrial, agricultural, literary and scientific character; has reorganized the army and the branch of military hygiene, has enacted rigorous measures of quarantine against yellow fever, smallpox, and the bubonic pests; has enlarged considerably the public schools and the charitable institutions by constructing the fine asylum for invalids and convalescents which bears his name: has improved the fiscal systems of the municipalities by bringing them to a modern basis, and has secured special advantages in supplying them with light, water, and other municipal necessities. generally it further may be said that guatemala owes to president estrada cabrera: the rehabilitation of her railway system. the stability of the legal regimen. important reforms in land holdings in the interest of the small land owners. the institution of closer relations with all the nations of the world and especially with the united states. the restoration of public credit. a satisfactory immigration policy. the re-establishment and reorganization of the public school system, and a great variety of other measures which form a solid foundation for the continued development of the country. popular education promoted. people in the united states who believe in the "little red school house" as the basis of good citizenship cannot fail to appreciate how thoroughly president estrada cabrera has made primary education a part of his policy. in the midst of his many measures for the material development of the country he never has lost sight of the moral advancement which comes from the school. he believes in education also as the very best means of creating and fostering the national patriotic spirit. during his first term he published a decree relating especially to the education of the youth of the country. he fixed the last sunday of october of each year for the celebration of a popular festival throughout the republic consecrated exclusively to commemorate the education of the youth of the country and requiring that all the directors, professors, teachers, and scholars of all the schools take part in it. this was known as the festival of minerva. it is a sentimental recognition of the value of education, and is the complement of the practical steps which have been taken. one of his first measures on coming into the presidency in was to decree the reopening of the public schools. from that time he exerted himself constantly to elevate their standing by providing them with the best facilities, by reorganizing them in conformity with the most modern plans, and in a word by encouraging their extension and their progress in every sense. [illustration: president and members of cabinet.] besides the primary schools a system of higher education is supported, and there are normal schools and various faculties such as those of law, medicine, engineering, etc. especial attention, however, has been given to practical education, that is, the fitting of the common people for their occupations. there are schools of commerce, of manual training, and of agriculture, as well as an institute especially for the native indians. on this subject of technical education consul general of the united states winslow in a special report said: "there are few villages in the country where there are no schools. in the city of guatemala of late much attention has been given to education, under the direction of president manuel estrada cabrera, who has done more along this line than any of his predecessors. there are in the city of guatemala public schools, institutes, and colleges. "president estrada cabrera has given much attention to his pet scheme of establishing an industrial school for boys and girls at his own personal expense, aided by several of the more progressive citizens of guatemala city, where the most improved methods of instruction are to be employed. the president has engaged two able educators from the united states, and proposes everything shall be up-to-date. "the boys' industrial college is in charge of prof. y. c. pilgrim, a well-known educator of new jersey, assisted by professor bellingham and wife, who have charge of the languages, and professor lorenzo de clairmont, who instructs in gymnastics and military tactics. these are assisted by several native teachers. the boys are selected from the best families in the republic and are limited to , and are all required to live in the dormitory. the college buildings are situated in a tract of land of about acres, convenient to the city, with a campus where the boys are to be instructed in the modern sports and military tactics as taught at west point, and all orders are to be given in the english language. "the girls' industrial school is in charge of miss alice dufour, a prominent educator of new york city, assisted by several native instructors. this institution is located in the city and is to be conducted on the same high plan as the boys' college. the idea is to teach the principles on which the american home is founded. "president estrada cabrera means these institutions shall be the nucleus around which a solid and up-to-date system of education shall be built for this republic. it is his ambition to firmly establish an educational system modeled after that in use in the united states, where the watchword shall be industry, promptness, and honesty." the new york _tribune_ in a washington dispatch had this to say on the same subject: "american teachers who went to guatemala some time ago at the request of the government are sending back interesting accounts of the progress which that country is making in adopting the educational methods that obtain in the united states. the newspapers also have a good deal to say on the subject. president estrada cabrera, who is a progressive man, for several years has had the ambition to give a new turn to public instruction, and to make it practical after the system of the united states. his idea is that the youth of the latin-american countries are especially in need of newer methods, and of getting away from the metaphysical systems which created a large class of professional men, for whom there was no room and who were a drawback to material progress. "some time ago president estrada cabrera established what was called the practical school, which combined technical instruction and manual training. a few weeks ago exercises were held at the escuela practica, or technical school, and it is concerning this that the new york teachers have written so encouragingly. the president delivered an address on the value of work and of developing through the schools an aptitude for everyday life. heretofore he said there had been too much theory and too much that was purely professional in the system followed. now that the aspiration of many years had been realized he was hopeful that the experiment would be beneficial in giving a new direction to the national spirit, and would result in the kind of business training that would fit the guatemalan youth for the activities of practical life rather than incline them to the traditions of the past. under the direction of the president fields for farm experiments have been established, and the youth are taught the care of horses and other farm work, as well as the manual trades. there is special provision made for athletic sports." system of government explained. the government of guatemala is republican--democratic and representative--and the supreme power is exercised by three governmental branches, each independent of the others, called "the legislative power," "the executive power," and "the judicial power." the legislative power is vested in a national assembly which consists of a single house composed of one deputy for each , inhabitants or fraction of that number exceeding , . the deputies are elected by popular vote for four years, but one-half of the assembly is renewed each two years so that each time that it meets it contains an adequate number of experienced members. annual sessions are held lasting two months, beginning march , but they can be extended one month longer in case of necessity. for the transaction of business during its recesses the assembly appoints seven of its members who form a body called "the permanent commission." this commission, as well as the executive, can call the assembly to meet in extraordinary sessions. the executive power is exercised by the president of the republic, who, for the transaction of public business, appoints six ministers or secretaries of state, who have charge of the portfolios of foreign relations, government and justice, the treasury and public credit, war, public works, and public instruction. there is also a council of state, a purely advisory body, which is composed of the cabinet ministers and nine other members, of whom five are appointed by the assembly and four by the president. these appointments are for two years. the judicial power is exercised by the courts and judges of the republic, organized as follows: the supreme court of justice, which sits at the capital of guatemala and is composed of the president of the judicial power, four magistrates, and an attorney (fiscal). six courts or tribunals of appeals, composed of three magistrates, of whom one presides, and an attorney (fiscal). three of these courts sit at the capital and one in each of the capitals of the departments of quezaltenango, alta verapaz, and jalapa. the magistrates and attorneys are elected, by popular vote. the judges of the courts of first instance, of whom there are six in the capital, three in quezaltenango, two in san marcos, and one in each of the remaining departments of the republic. these judges are appointed by the executive from three names proposed by the supreme court of justice. finally, the justices of the peace who pronounce oral judgments and are elected by the people of the districts in which they exercise their functions. for the exercise of the political, civil, and military administration of the country it is divided into twenty-two departments, each of which has a governor (jefe politico) invested with the executive functions. for the administration of the local affairs of each district there are popularly elected municipal councils. the service of the members of the councils is for one year, is obligatory for the citizens of the respective districts, and is not remunerated. the constitution of the republic gives to all those who live in the country the most ample guaranties of liberty, equality, and security of their persons, their honor, and their property; of freedom of movement and of assembly, of professions, of industries, and of commerce; of the right to dispose of their property, to address petitions to the authorities and to defend their interests before them; of liberty of conscience, inasmuch as there is no official religion; of the right to freely express their opinions, whether by speech, or by writing, or by means of the press, without being subject to censure; of liberty to give or receive instruction, if they should so prefer, in private educational establishments; of the right to have their residences, their property, their correspondence, and other papers respected as inviolable; of the right of _habeas corpus_; of liberty of defence in judicial proceedings, etc. primary instruction is obligatory, and that which is sustained by the nation is secular and free. there is no imprisonment for debt. marriage is considered a simple civil contract; but those who desire can have it solemnized in a religious form. absolute divorce can be obtained in cases defined by the law. chapter iii. the soil and its riches. the soil of guatemala is remarkable in the vast extent and great variety of two classes of products which are unusual within the same degrees of latitude, that is, it produces both tropical and temperate staples of agriculture in great profusion. the soil grows coffee, sugar-cane, cacao, bananas, tobacco, cotton, india rubber, vanilla, sarsaparilla, and a long list of medicinal plants, while it likewise produces the cereals, wheat and indian corn, which are only found in temperate regions, giving two and in some places three crops of these annually. there are also endless kinds of valuable hardwood, mahogany, rosewood, ebony, cedar and the like, which are especially tropical timber, and at the same time pine and oak exist in the mountain regions of the interior. besides all this the grasses grown are especially adapted to live stock, and cattle raising and dairying are very profitable industries. the british consul general in an official report to the foreign office in london had this to say about the capabilities of the soil: "the tropical situation of the country, the proximity of every portion to the sea on both coasts, the diversity of altitude and consequently of temperature, combine to make the agricultural capabilities of guatemala equal to any in the world. every kind of crop, from those of the tropical coast regions to those of the cold highlands (the latter having a climate corresponding with that of northern europe in summer) may be raised. there are districts where even four crops of maize (indian corn) are obtained in one year. it is a common theory that the manures are unnecessary, as the heavy rains wash down the rich soils from the sides of the mountains and fertilize the plains. the great secret is therefore for the agriculturist to adapt his cultivation to the nature of the soil and climate and his interest would be advanced by a judicious rotation of crops." a breezy description, though an accurate one, was given of the soil of guatemala by a correspondent of the washington _star_. wrote this correspondent: "instead of my own impressions of the country i would rather give those of a north carolina business man. he was taking the rest cure by means of a sea voyage to san francisco and deflected his itinerary for a week's land journey. we traveled together to the capital and also made a trip to the port of champerico over the railroad extension which has opened up new and untouched territory. it was his first view of tropical lands except from the ship's deck. "on landing at san josé the north carolina man looked with awe and admiration as every tourist is bound to do on the dominating volcano peaks fuego and agua, fire and water. but while he never ceased to wonder at the richness of the scenery his practical instincts asserted themselves and he punctuated the information given him about climate, soil and products with keen observations. he confessed that on the vessel he thought they were 'stringing' him when they told him that the posts for the barbed wire fences just grew, but when he saw countless miles of trees in straight rows with the wire stretched along the trunks he paid his tribute also to climate and soil. he knew that naturally trees don't grow in straight rows and he found the explanation. the posts are poles cut from the trees' branches and when stuck in the ground they shoot up so rapidly that they soon are trees. "the north carolina observer never got over his wonder at the soil. the railroad cuts gave him a chance to see that it was not surface richness and he easily grasped the explanation. the vegetation grows to a certain height, then dies away, rots and forms fresh layers of richness. this process going on for centuries has made the fertility of the land inexhaustible. "the utility of volcanic eruptions was new to him and was explained on the trip to champerico. this is the great coffee region. it comes within the sphere of influence of the volcano santa maria. when santa maria was sprinkling both the sea and land with pumice stone and ashes, on many of the fincas (plantations) there was just enough of this lava soil after the rains had come and washed away the surface of the deposit to renew the productiveness." in another way an idea of the varied products of agricultural industry can be had from an account given in the british consular reports of a model plantation. this plantation consisted of , acres. in a given year it produced , , pounds of coffee, , pounds of sugar, , bottles of the by-product of sugar known as aguardiente or cane rum, , gallons of milk. two thousand head of cattle were raised. on this plantation from to , laborers were employed. coffee of world-wide fame. as is well known, guatemala's most valuable agricultural product is coffee. the fame of guatemala coffee is worldwide and it commands the highest prices. the production in average years is about , , pounds, though in a recent year it exceeded , , pounds. the most productive regions are in the departments of guatemala, amatitlan, sacatepequez, solola, retalhuleu, quezaltenango, san marcos, alta verapaz, baja verapaz, chimaltenango, santa rosa and escuintla. [illustration: vista of aguna plantation.] the altitudes at which the coffee plant is most successfully cultivated are between , feet and , feet above sea level, according to the locality and quality of the soil. the temperature at which the greatest productiveness is obtained varies from a minimum of ° fahrenheit to a maximum of °. in the lowlands the trees have to be shaded in order to prevent the leaves from being scorched by the heat. there is an abundance of native trees which answers this purpose. occasionally, too, bananas are raised in conjunction with coffee since their broad leaves furnish an excellent protection. in districts where the mean altitude is , feet a different sort of protection is necessary in order to shelter the coffee leaves from the northern winds which blow during the months of december, january, and february. in these high altitudes the ranges of hills form the best natural protection. to bring the coffee plant to full production from five to seven years are required, though after two years the bush will produce about two pounds of the berry annually. the coffee plants are raised in nurseries and afterwards transplanted to the cafetales or coffee plantations. the critical season for the crop is the blooming period. a heavy rainfall while the trees are in flower will seriously damage the plants by washing away the pollen and thus preventing fructification. this period lasts three or four days when the blossoms fall and the cherry or berry begins to appear. the cherry reaches maturity in october and is ready for gathering and pulping, that is, for the removal of the outer shell and pulp. after this process it is washed and carried to dry, spread out in brick paved yards exposed to the sun. the grain is known as _pergamino_, or shell coffee, after the removal of the red pulp, while it retains the inner white or yellow parchment covering. after this parchment is removed it is known as _oro_, clean coffee, and this is the common commercial term. so many elements enter into the cost of planting and bringing to maturity a coffee plantation that it is difficult to estimate the expenditure necessary to ensure a given profit. experienced coffee growers are guided largely by their knowledge of the local conditions and requirements. however, a reasonable amount of capital in the beginning is necessary and many investors possessing the capital prefer to buy fincas or plantations that are already producing. the government of guatemala lays an export tax of one dollar in gold. germany takes the bulk of the guatemala product, though great britain is a large buyer and the united states is receiving larger quantities from year to year. with the increased facilities for transportation there would appear to be an excellent opportunity for dealers to make a specialty of guatemala coffee in the united states, for the article once introduced would be sure to have an increased consumption. sugar and other profitable products. in guatemala was producing barely enough sugar for its own consumption. in it exported , , pounds to the united states. new orleans is the nearest market, though shipments also may be made to brooklyn. the product consists of white loaf sugar, panela or coarse brown cakes, from which the cane rum is made, miel or molasses, and mascabado, or inferior grades. the sugar cane is of excellent quality and the production is abundant, especially along the hot coast districts. the departments of escuintla, amatitlan, and baja verapaz are the districts in which the largest areas are under cultivation. as a rule the small sugar mills are crude and modern machinery has not been introduced to a great extent, although the largest plantations are already supplied with the latest improvements. with the introduction on a larger scale of modern machinery and the latest processes the sugar industry would be certain to afford satisfactory profits. cacao of a very high quality is produced in guatemala and the native article commands much higher prices than that produced in other countries and brought to guatemala for sale. the productive regions are the _tierras calientes_ or hot coast lands. the principal cacao producing districts are escuintla, suchitepequez, solola, and retalhuleu. the bean is most productive at an altitude of to , feet. in some cases the shrub produces a pound of beans every four months and after reaching maturity it is said to produce without interruption for one hundred years. notwithstanding the superior quality of the guatemala cacao the industry has not been carried on systematically, possibly because five or six years are required to secure the first crop. in the last year the total output was only , pounds, but the steady demand for cacao and the certainty of good prices justifies the investment of capital which can await five or six years for the first returns. the gathering of the cacao beans requires very little machinery and few laborers. chiefly care must be taken not to hurt the bean or almond when breaking the fruit wherein they are contained. one day of fermentation must then be given to them, after which they remain exposed to the sun for six or eight days, when they are ready to be sent to the market. one of the most profitable of future industries in guatemala undoubtedly is that of banana culture. there are vast productive regions on the atlantic slope and these are certain to be cultivated since the building of the northern railway insures opening up the lands by giving access to the new orleans market within the time that is necessary for gathering and shipping the fruit. the annual production is now about , bunches, of which one-half are consumed at home and the balance shipped to the united states. it is estimated that within a year after the northern railway is completed the shipments to the united states will exceed , bunches per annum and will soon amount to , , bunches. tobacco is produced in a number of districts and there is much suitable soil for it, but up to this time it has been raised only for local consumption. rice is also produced in the hot coast lands. cotton is grown and experiments have shown that the sea island cotton thrives in guatemala. rubber cultivation an inviting field. for investments of capital that is willing to wait returns there is no more inviting field than the cultivation of india rubber, which grows wild in guatemala. each year the demand for rubber increases and the price rises. the coast regions where the wild tree flourishes are especially adapted to the cultivation of the product. the subject has been given very careful attention by the guatemalan government, which caused investigation to be made by scientists who were familiar with the native agriculture. the result of these investigations has been published from time to time. the wild gum tree is tall with smooth greenish white bark. the milk which is the mercantile product is contained principally in the fibres which are attached to the woody portion of the tree between it and the bark. the milk contains about % of water and other substances, while the remaining % represents the salable product. the climate most appropriate for the growth of the rubber tree is that of the hot coast lands at an altitude not exceeding , feet. the yield of the cultivated rubber trees has been estimated as high as three pounds yearly from the sixth year, but the best authorities do not think that the trees should be tapped before the ninth year and then the grower should be satisfied with an annual yield of two and a half to three pounds of milk, which will insure one pound of rubber. an estimate of the cost and probable yield of a rubber plantation as made by señor horta, a leading authority, was that a plantation of , trees would require ten caballerias (about , to , acres), and would have cost after ten years about one dollar per tree. this expense could in part be met by secondary cultivation. according to the calculations one crop after ten years should produce double the amount expended in that time. the government encourages the cultivation of rubber, a decree having been issued in which provided that for every , rubber plants of four years of age and planted after the date of the decree the owner should receive one caballeria ( acres) of uncultivated national land. the government, however, does not endorse nor recommend the promotion of rubber plantations by stock companies which seek chiefly to sell the stock among small investors in the united states. all such schemes should be carefully investigated before the shares are bought and the leading facts in regard to rubber production, including the necessity of a period of at least ten years for the successful development of a plantation, should be kept in mind. bounty for hennequen. the soil of guatemala in the opinion of experts is especially adapted to the cultivation of fibre plants of which the most valuable is hennequen or hemp. maguey or wild hennequen grows in various localities, particularly in the eastern districts, where there is a large area which it is believed can be brought under profitable cultivation for commercial purposes. president estrada cabrera, in order to encourage the cultivation of hennequen, has provided that a bounty shall be paid to the cultivators of the plant, the scale of payment being graduated according to the size of the plantation. since it takes from four to five years for the plant to mature the cultivators are allowed to receive one-half the bounty two years after the hennequen is planted and the balance at the end of the four years. a bounty is also to be paid for the exportation of each pounds of hennequen and the machinery necessary on the plantation is to be imported free of duty. as a further inducement to engage in the cultivation of the fibre the natives who produce hennequen are to be exempted from military service in a proportion fixed relatively to the number of acres under cultivation. this experiment with hennequen is especially important in view of the fact that soil which is not suitable for coffee, sugar cane or cacao is thought to be especially well adapted to this plant. the number of medicinal plants produced in guatemala is infinite. one scientist gives a list of , which includes many balsams and the aromatic plants, such as sarsaparilla and vanilla. the conditions of vanilla cultivation are similar to those in mexico. the vine after five years is in full bearing and will produce from to beans. it is estimated that a five-acre vanilla plantation will yield sufficient income to render its owner independent, but this is only by the most careful attention in cultivation. many varieties of valuable wood. there are said to be kinds of guatemala wood which are commercially valuable, and the number of species exceeds . the timber area includes the littoral forests in a narrow belt along the pacific and atlantic coasts; the humid forests mixed with the prairie fields which cover the plains from the foot of the andean cordilleras to the pacific; the moist forests of the hot zone and the temperate zone found along the foothills of the volcanic chain and in the northern and eastern parts of the country; the humid forests of the cold zone; the pine and oak forests in the upland plains; the savannas and chaparral consisting of small trees and bushes; the savannas with pines along the atlantic coast and the savannas of the cold zone on the highest tablelands of the mountain. in the report of the intercontinental railway survey lieutenant hill gives a list of trees found in southeastern guatemala which is another illustration of the varied timber resources of the country. the list is as follows: aconacaste, conacaste, guanacaste--a light brown wood rather soft and resembling inferior walnut. amarillo--yellowish, hard, plentiful, strong; lasts well in water or ground; used for pillars and girders in native houses. cedro--reddish, easily worked; used much for boards, not very strong, warps easily. caoba--mahogany. chichipate--hard, fine-grained; used in wagon-making. chiche--straight grained; lasts well above ground. chico--straight grained; takes high polish. granadillo--dark brown, strong, plentiful; good for construction. guachipilin--good for construction. guapinol--hard, resembles oak in texture. jicaro--bears gourdlike fruit; plentiful on llanos, used in making saddle-trees. laurel--resembles chestnut; used for furniture. madre cacao--hard, takes fine polish; good for posts. mario or palo colorado--a fine wood somewhat like mahogany. matilishuate--grows large and straight; used for wagon boxes. mora--dyewood. jocote de fraile--handsome wood, takes high polish. ronron--fine, hardwood, takes high polish. tempisque--reddish, resembles mahogany in weight and texture. volador--fine tree, tall, straight trunk; good for bridges and roofs. with such a vast wealth of timber the importance of the railway projects which open up the forest regions and make the markets of the united states and europe accessible will be appreciated. encouragement to livestock industries. cattle raising and dairy farming are among the most profitable agricultural industries of guatemala, while horse-breeding also can be made to pay unusually well. the native horse is small but very strong and is tireless. the race horses and others obtained through the crossing with foreign breeds imported from the united states and from spain, england and south america have given most satisfactory results. dairy farming especially in the vicinity of the cities yields large dividends. the cattle are largely three-quarters or half-bred natives and holsteins and durhams. the pure native cows give much richer milk than the imported stock, but they yield a very small quantity. the milk of the thoroughbred imported cows is thin, owing probably to the unsuitable nature of the fodder, and thus the half-bred cows are the most profitable. the highlands of the interior afford very fair grazing for cattle throughout the year. the climate is mild and equable and the stock can remain in the pastures from january till december, while no losses are suffered from severe weather in winter. most of the country is well watered. the native mules are superior to the horses for long journeys or heavy loads and as a rule they command higher prices. pigs are raised with little difficulty and fetch a high price, since pork is one of the favorite foods on many of the plantations and in the villages inhabited by indians. the hogs are allowed to run loose and feed on nourishing roots, acorns and maize. the sheep industry is capable of development at the hands of experienced sheep-raisers. there are many flocks and the quality of both the mutton and the wool is capable of improvement. mines and mining. the mineral riches of guatemala, while not unknown, may be said to be unexploited. owing to the varied geological formations the belief both of geologists and of practical miners is that they offer a promising field for development. the minerals include quartz and gold, silver and galenas, copper, coal and lignite, manganese, asbestos, graphite, kaolin, opals, slate, alum, marble, silver, mica, iron, sulphur, lead. the mining archives of colonial days show that between the years and more than , mines of gold, silver, lead, copper, tin, iron, and one of quicksilver, were discovered and worked, and were a source of great revenue both to the church and the state. history records that during the earliest spanish occupancy of that country enormous quantities of gold and silver were taken from those mines. at one time more than one hundred and fifty very rich mines were worked there. from one group the mint of guatemala coined silver to the amount of $ , , , besides what was shipped directly to europe. [illustration: bridge over motagua river.] in an official report made by the director of the chemical laboratory to the minister of finance these statements are made, based on samples that had been submitted for analysis and which were obtained for the most part in the eastern region of the country. "zinc, copper, lead, and silver predominate in these regions, being generally found in argentiferous blends and galenas, and sometimes both metals in conjunction with carbonates of copper. the proportion of the lead varies from to % in the galenas and the blends contain from to % of zinc. "the proportion of silver varies from grammes to kilos ( pounds), allowing one to calculate on an average of from to kilos. the beds extend to the tablelands on which the capital is situated, stretching as far as the department of jalapa, where the lead disappears sometimes completely, the silver being found alone. the veins stretch to the valley of the motagua, disappearing for some time on the left bank of that river and reappearing again to the north of solamá, following a straight line to huehuetenango, although the quantity of silver in this region is less than in the beds in the southeast of the republic. "copper, one of the metals which is most abundant in the country, is generally found in oxicarbonate in beds of sediment. it appears in the neighborhood of the capital and various other points. these beds continue up to the mexican frontier along the banks of the river salega and round the town of cuilco, but the nature of the metal changes little by little, passing from the carbonates to oxisulphates mixed with iron and soon the copper disappears altogether. in the eastern region abundant deposits of carbonates of copper are found principally in the department of chiquimula, mixed in many cases with other metals such as zinc, lead, and silver. "lignite of excellent quality is found in beds near the atlantic coast, a very great consideration in the development of mineral industries." captain rae of the united states, who spent several years in guatemala and who wrote authoritatively concerning the mineral resources of the country, said that he had found near the northwestern frontier large quantities of low grade gold sulphuret ores and also rich lead ores carrying a small percentage of silver as well as some good copper carbonates. he said that the lead ores were of the best clean carbonates, easily smelted by fuel alone, and had been rudely exploited principally for the lead they contained. these silver lead mines of low grades of silver were in the vicinity of chiantla, and the belt extended, he said, northwest, breaking out again in heavy deposits bearing silver from $ to $ a ton and lead %. captain rae gave the following further details: "still further east in the lacodor country are found immense deposits of the same character of ore, which seemed to lie as if thrown up in volcanic upheavals. in some places the lead is found in small nuggets entirely pure. large deposits of black lead or plumbago exist both north and south of huehuetenango of a good class and ready for commerce. "auriferous gravel beds are found at different points on the rio grande in the department of baja verapaz which prospect well for heavy course gold. the working of these beds is confined to the immediate river banks, done by the natives in a very rude manner, merely scooping out the choicest streaks of goldbearing gravel and washing it in wooden bowls. these beds seem to be well defined and extend back through the flats to the hills. "also some gold formation is found along the rio plátanos and vacas two affluents of the rio grande that flow into it from the south side and nearly opposite to one of these goldbearing gravel beds. further down the river on the north mountain range there exists asbestos in several places and from a surface prospect the texture is of a good variety and free from all foreign substances varying in color from deep gray to snowy white, the fibres measuring as much as inches in length. "in the department of izabal lying on the atlantic or gulf coast, on the lower waters of the motagua and polichis rivers, there exists rich and extensive beds of gold placers which have been worked for several years in a primitive way and have yielded a large amount of gold dust. "in the foothills of livingston stone coal has been found of the lignite variety and said to make good combustible. on the opposite side of the gulf of dulce from the coal deposits are large deposits of magnetic iron ores, ranging from to per cent. of iron. these deposits lie only a few leagues from water communication on the gulf and also close to the northern railway." the following description of the various mineral districts is from _the bristol board of trade journal_: "the principal known mining districts of guatemala are situated on the eastern boundary, both to the north and also the south, in the departments of chiquimula and izabal, adjoining the republic of honduras and that of salvador. these districts are mountainous, and, owing to their complete isolation and lack of communication with the other parts of the republic and the difficulty of procuring supplies, there being at the moment very few roads, this part is not generally known to the outer world. "on the western boundary, in the department of huehuetenango and near to chiantla, there are said to be very rich copper mines, similar to those of chiapas, in mexico. these are now being explored, but so far no copper has been found, though the district is rich in lead and a small percentage of silver. the assays that have come to hand show per cent. of lead and ounces per ton of silver. in many other parts of the republic mines have been discovered and mining rights secured, such as at san cristobal and aguil, in the department of alta verapaz; near rabinal and pichec, in baja verapaz; at san pedro, in the department of guatemala; also at mataquescuintla, in the mines of algeria and rosario, in the department of santa rosa; at zalcuapa and joyabaj, on the rio grande, in the department of el quiche; but the only mines that have recently been worked, and which have given and are giving fair results, are those of quebradas de oro, on the river bobos, in the department of izabal, where gold has been washed in paying quantities. "the district where mines have been denounced (pre-empted) and in some instances worked, lies between the rio de concepcion to the north and the rio de las minas to the south; the mining district alluded to is nearly due east of los sillones, on the finca of san josé. this estate is in the department of chiquimula, and a society was formed under the name of société horta y cia., which obtained mining rights from the government for a term of fifteen years with the right to import free of duty all material, machinery, and necessary appliances. but until the present time very little has been done, owing to the isolated position of these mines and the difficulty of establishing communication, though the construction of a small line, which might connect with the guatemala or northern railway at chiquimula, has been under consideration, but the funds for the carrying out of this project have, it is understood, been lacking. this, if built, would do away with the transportation difficulty." there is no difficulty in the work of mining in guatemala since the climate in the mining regions is temperate and healthful. chapter iv. trade and markets. guatemala, because of its nearness, is an unusually good market for the products of the united states. with the increase in the transportation facilities which will result from railway building and other transportation enterprises that will add to the ocean shipping facilities the business should increase greatly if merchants and manufacturers in the united states choose to take advantage of it. official support is given this view by the reports of the american consuls in guatemala. consul general winslow has frequently called attention to the advantages which may be obtained. in one report he stated that large quantities of groceries, flour, potatoes, shoes, drygoods, and clothing come from the united states, but germany and england seem to have the lead in machinery and hardware. there is surely a fine opening in these latter lines for exporters of the united states, but they must be in position to push their goods personally, to give longer credits, and to take more pains with packing. in all, it is safe to say, there are $ , , of american capital invested in guatemala and there is an opening for much more, if it is backed by the right kind of management. in a report, to the british foreign office in mr. hervey, the english consul, stated that as far as actual volume of business was concerned, as shown in the imports and exports, there appeared to have been a distinct improvement in the general trade of the country compared with immediately preceding years. the imports were the largest for the past seven years. the revenue of the country showed a great improvement all around, being, in fact, nearly double that of , the most important increases being shown in import and export duties, the former benefiting by the per cent. of their total payable in gold, and the latter by the tax of $ gold per quintal which has been collected throughout the year. the outlook for the future was, the report said, more favorable than it had been for many years. the completion of the guatemala northern railway would shorten the distance from europe and the united states and promote trade. already german and british steamers were calling at puerto barrios in addition to those of the united fruit company. the greater steadiness of exchange and the fall in the gold premium were further factors of importance in restoring confidence. with continued peace, and with it the prospect of increased labor facilities, so that the agricultural and mineral wealth to be won from the soil may attain to its fullest development, brighter days were dawning for guatemala. articles brought from other countries. a general statement regarding the articles which guatemala buys abroad and which therefore are of interest to exporters is as follows: the principal imports consist of drygoods, almost exclusively cotton manufactures, brought from great britain, the united states, and germany. in this branch british manufacture commands the market, the imports from the united states and germany being relatively small. the more important articles are gray cloths; bleached shirtings, - and - prints; fancy cloths; gray, white, and blue drills; colored drills; handkerchiefs; gray and dyed yarns; turkey red yarns; sewing cottons; trimmings; cotton blankets, etc. of these goods about per cent. are of british origin, per cent. american, and per cent. german. american manufacturers compete chiefly in drills, denims, blankets, prints, gray cloths, and bleached shirtings, while german goods imported consist chiefly of drills, prints, turkey red yarns, blankets, and trimmings. woolen goods are not in very great demand; the principal lines are blankets, shawls, braids, hats, berlin wool, and but few piece goods. hats are imported mostly from the united states, germany, and only a few from the united kingdom; shawls from germany, principally; piece goods from germany, france, and the united kingdom. silks are not in demand, excepting floss silks imported from china, ribbons from switzerland, france, and germany. regarding hardware generally, approximately per cent. is imported from germany, per cent. from the united states, and per cent. from the united kingdom. the principal imports from the united states consist of machetes, axes, and hoes, besides tools generally of the better classes, corn mills, plows, sewing machinery, outfits for building purposes, saws, barbed wire, files, screws, cutlery, ropes, brushes, enameled goods, paints, and varnishes and breadstuffs. the imports from the united kingdom are chiefly composed of galvanized-iron sheets, galvanized-iron goods, coffee machinery, copper sheets, tin goods, machetes, hoes, sickles, picks, pickaxes, saltpeter, pans (used on sugar plantations), iron sheets, saws, padlocks, cutlery, saddlery, bits, spurs, brass valves and cocks, pottery, cartridges, also preserves and biscuits. from germany are brought all kinds of cheap tools, machinery, sewing machines, cutlery, machetes, bar iron, enameled goods, pottery, locks, screws, nails, window glass, brushes, paper, matches, stearin and ceresin, part of these goods being also brought from belgium and the netherlands, while france ships tools for shoemakers' and saddlers' use. the articles which guatemala buys in exchange for her coffee, sugar, fruits, woods and other products in the customs classification are divided into three groups; that is, articles of prime necessity, articles of luxury or convenience, and articles for the industries. the first and most important group includes cotton and woolen goods, wheat flour, rice, corn, potatoes, salt, wax and stearine candles, matches, soap, petroleum, glass and earthenware, and kitchen hardware. the second group covers the finer grade of woolens, silks, mineral waters, liquors, preserves in cans, manufactured tobacco, glassware, porcelain, toys, musical instruments, perfumery, etc. the third group consists of coal, woodworking machinery, cured hides, raw cotton, sacks, lubricating oils, farm implements and a variety of machinery. class of imports from the united states. the shipments with which up to this time the united states has been most successful in furnishing guatemala can be understood from a summary of the articles sent out under a consular invoice from various ports. the exportations from the port of new orleans during a recent year were as follows: name of articles. value. linseed oil $ petroleum, etc. , tar live animals , rice empty barrels coal cement cistern materials dynamite drugs , hardware , cotton goods , iron bars wheat flour , surgical instruments locomotives , earthenware , manufactured woods, railroad ties, etc. , indian corn , malt cable rope , gentlemen's furnishings , gasolene motors furniture umbrellas provisions , bridge material , salt , hats whiskey shoes , from the port of mobile shipments were as follows: wheat flour $ , cotton goods , canned meats , cornmeal , hardware alimentary conserves butter beer in bottles petroleum vegetables coal hay dried fish footwear stearine candles matches condensed milk soap lard fruit preserves cheese rice miscellaneous food products , the exports from new york, which average about $ , per month, are composed chiefly of the following articles: galvanized wire lubricating oil alimentary articles electrical equipments betum iron pipes glassware cured hides beer drugs photographic material hardware cotton goods agricultural implements soap jewelry earthenware sewing machines railway material medicines typewriters miscellaneous machinery plated goods perfumery paper petroleum watches weighing scales hats whiskey chintz leather ware from the port of san francisco the annual shipments amount to approximately $ , , . the principal articles are flour, wheat, hops, corn, barley, oats, cotton, furniture, machinery, beers, wines, and whiskies. the articles imported at san francisco are chiefly coffee, sugar, cacao, rubber, hides and lumber. how the commerce is divided. while the united states has a fair share of the trade the proportion is not as large as it might be if systematic efforts were made. in the last year for which statistics are available the foreign commerce of guatemala amounted to $ , , , of which $ , , was imports and $ , , exports. germany, which takes the bulk of the coffee crop, is the largest consumer. in the year quoted it took . % of the total exportations from guatemala north america (chiefly united states) . %. england, . %, and france . %. the exportation of the various countries to guatemala in percentage terms was as follows: united states . %; england, . %; germany, . %; france, . %; south america, . %; central america, . %; mexico, . %; spain, . %; italy, . %; belgium and holland, . %; other countries, . %. in detail the value of the goods imported by guatemala in the given year was: from germany, $ , , ; united states, $ , , ; england, $ , , ; france, $ , ; belgium, $ , . no other country except the above exported to guatemala goods exceeding $ , in value. of the exports from guatemala, chiefly coffee, as previously stated, germany took $ , , ; the united states $ , , ; england, $ , , . president estrada cabrera in his annual message commented on the balance of trade in favor of guatemala and expressed himself very hopefully concerning the measures of internal development which could be carried on while the conditions of foreign commerce were so satisfactory. since a portion of the revenue of guatemala is raised from the export tax on coffee it is possible to maintain a very moderate schedule of import duties and this is done. the average duty on the group of articles described under the heading of prime necessity is . % _ad valorem_. on the second group . % and on the third group . %. the duties are equitably distributed so as to bear lightly on everything that enters into the industrial upbuilding of the country. moreover, special concessions are sometimes made on material for railway and other enterprises which enter into the national development. the general rules regarding the application of the tariff are very clear. they are formulated with a view to saving annoyance to shippers and are specific enough to avoid uncertainty. import duties are not high. the list of articles which it is prohibited to import is a short one. the charges for invoices on shipments to guatemala are as follows: ship's manifest $ . . validating invoices of from $ to $ . . 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" " " " . . for each additional $ the consuls will collect $ . the government officials of guatemala and the merchants gave hearty support to the project of an exposition ship or floating exposition which was undertaken on the pacific coast in order to display american products and manufactures and at the same time familiarize american firms with the products of other countries. exchange and banks. in the conduct of its foreign commerce reasonably long credits are required by the merchants of guatemala, but always under fixed conditions. when the coffee crop is shipped bills on europe and on new york can always be procured at reasonable exchange and the obligations be met in this manner. since the balance of trade is in favor of guatemala there is always the certainty of funds for exchange. under president estrada cabrera's administration the banks of the country are subject to a regulation somewhat similar to the national banks of the united states. various decrees have been issued governing the emission of banknotes. the latest decree institutes a special bank examination project and requires all the financial institutions to give an account of their condition and operations to this department. the following statistics as to the leading banks of guatemala have been compiled from recent reports: guatemalan bank (banco de guatemala). capital subscribed and totally paid $ , , reserve fund , contingent fund , fund available for dividends , manager: carlos gallusser. occidental bank (banco de occidente). capital authorized $ , , capital paid , , reserve fund , , contingent fund , , manager: rufino ibarguen. international bank (banco internacional). capital subscribed and totally paid $ , , reserve fund , , contingent fund , manager: carlos b. pullin. columbian bank (banco colombiano). capital paid $ , , reserve fund , sinking fund , fund available for dividends , director: f. l. de villa. american bank (banco americano). capital authorized $ , , manager: a. beckford. agricultural mortgage bank (banco agricola-hipotecario). capital authorized $ , , manager: a. prentice. all these are banks of emission and discount with headquarters in guatemala city and with branches in the other principal cities of the departments. they also to some degree supply the place of mercantile agencies and report financial standing of individuals, firms and companies upon solicitation. it is known to be the great ambition of president estrada cabrera to place the finances of guatemala on a solid basis during his present term. the rate of exchange under the stability now afforded and the improved industrial and commercial conditions has been steadily falling. a final word concerning the opportunities for american enterprise is convincing when it comes from official sources. in one of his reports consul general winslow said: "during the past few months the exporters of the united states have been doing some effective work in this republic. there have been several commercial travelers here studying the conditions and taking sample orders. many others have been asking for information from this consulate-general, which has been able to give valuable information. if this field is properly worked and sufficiently long credit is given, practically nothing but american goods need be found in the markets of guatemala, for they are generally conceded to be the best. this market is worth cultivating, for the next few years will see great development here. everything points that way, and the natural resources are great. the opening up of the new railroad to the atlantic coast at puerto barrios will do wonders for the country. more attention is being paid to the packing of goods shipped to this country. it is an important matter and cannot have too much attention on the part of exporters. packages should be very firmly nailed and bound by band iron, so they would be difficult to open, as there is much complaint about goods being stolen from boxes in transit. i have had several compliments of late from the custom officers for the way shipments of american goods have come packed. it will pay exporters to pack well everything they ship. dollars spent in this line will bring hundreds in profits. this is especially true for central american ports." supplementary to the above was a report from vice-consul general owen in which these observations were made: "the following drygoods of american manufacture are becoming quite popular here: brown cotton, all grades; cotton duck, lindale, up to ounces; light domestics; long cloth; gingham; cotton drill, checks and stripes (cheviot); blue and brown cotton drill; fancy calicoes and lawns; cotton ware, all colors. the piece of yards is the most popular, although cotton cheviots, gingham, etc., come put up in larger pieces. dress patterns in lawn and calico are frequently imported. "it must be borne in mind that the importers of this republic are for the greater part germans, and their interest and inclination lead them to trade with the fatherland. england also is preferred over the united states, possibly because guatemala merchants can more easily identify themselves in england and get better credits. american goods therefore are imported only when their quality places them so far ahead of the european article that the merchant is almost compelled to have them in stock. the american manufacturers should become better acquainted with this trade, ascertain who are worthy of credit, and extend it. the long voyage and delay _en route_ compel the importer to ask long credits. it is sometimes two or three months after shipments destined for this city leave the manufacturer before they can be displayed in the store of the importer. the custom duty on about all cotton goods is collected on gross weight of the package. great care should be taken with invoices for custom-house purposes; the goods must be described in exact phraseology of guatemala custom tariff." chapter v. climate and immigration. the population of guatemala according to the general census of the republic taken at the beginning of was , , . this was the actual enumeration, but as there were many cases in which a complete account was not possible the inhabitants probably number , , . of those enumerated by races , were ladinos, and , , were of the aboriginal race. the ladinos are the descendants of the white race and of a mixture of european and indian. the indian population is principally engaged in farming and in small commercial enterprises in the interior. the ladinos are much more energetic. the natives of the high and cold regions are the most vigorous. for many years it has been the aim of the guatemalan government to attract foreign immigration. under president estrada cabrera's administration systematic measures for this purpose have been taken and the policy of encouraging immigrants and colonists, especially from the united states, has become a settled one. practically one-half the fertile territory is yet uncultivated for want of tenants and there are many agricultural industries which require a very small amount of capital while they assure independence to those who follow them. the first question asked is whether the natives of the temperate regions, europeans and north americans, can live and work in the climate. the answer is that there are large areas suitable for them where they may engage in coffee-growing, dairying, stock-raising and similar occupations. the districts known as the highlands or "los altos" are at an average elevation of , feet and comprise some of the most inviting sections of guatemala. the uplands include quezaltenango, solola, quiche, huehuetenango, totonicapam, and san marcos. the three zones. usually in describing the country it is divided into three zones. the _tierra caliente_, or hot lands, comprise the coast of the atlantic and the pacific ocean. the _tierra templada_, or temperate zone, covers the central plains which range from , to , feet above the sea level. the _tierra fria_, or cold zone, comprises the highlands as noted above. the year is divided into two seasons, the winter or rainy season lasting from may till october, and the dry season. the hottest months are march and april and the coldest ones december and january. except along the coast the average temperature throughout the year is about ° fahrenheit. the climate on the coast is rendered endurable by the refreshing sea breezes which blow for several hours every day. many people who live in the uplands in the rarefied atmosphere find it agreeable and beneficial to their health to spend a few weeks every season on the coast lands. the climate would be hot and moist except for the variations caused by the mountains which oppose themselves not only to the prevailing winds but also in rainfalls to the humidity of the air. the winds are from the east and north, although along the pacific coast there are southern and southwestern winds at certain times in the year. in regard to rainfall the general rule is that the regions confronting the moist winds from the ocean have abundant precipitation while those defended by mountain ranges from the sea winds are dry. the climate taking the country as a whole is an unusually healthy one. fevers are not common and when they exist are confined to the warm and humid coast regions. no peculiar climatic disease exists in guatemala and the country rarely suffers from epidemics. this is largely due to the strict sanitary measures which are enforced by the government. a poetical and practical description. the following account of the climate in popular language is given by a well-known authority: "the territory of the republic belongs to the torrid zone comprised among the intertropical countries which are exempt from the rigorous winters of the countries of europe, north and south america, and the far east. the vegetation which droops in the dry season recovers a marvelous exuberance in the season of the rains. in every part it is encountered then rehabited in the most splendid garb of nature. the tropical countries at this period certainly are the motherland of all the plants which are cultivated throughout the world when as in the case of our republic there are hot, temperate and cold zones in which the vegetation is perpetual and flourishes in the regions which possess perennial springs of flowing water to moisten the cultivated lands in the season of the drouths. "the knowledge of the climates is of the highest importance for the agriculturist. it is his guide in the experiments for acclimatizing exotic plants which he seeks to introduce into his properties. "the climate of a locality varies through the background of the mountains, through its sloping direction, its nearness to the sea, to the lakes, and to the selvas; through the direction and the forces of the periodical winds. "setting out from the low coastlands and ascending to the regions of the altos or highlands, the naturalist admires successively the exuberant vegetation of the tropics and that of the cold countries. "on account of the topography of the territory we have in the different zones of the republic different climates characterized by our two seasons--that of the rains, our winter, and that of the dryness, our summer; characterized too by the intensity of the heat in the low zones of the coasts and by the crisp cold in the high plateaus of our mountains; by the force and duration of the periodic winds of the northwest which in certain regions of the republic blow with a violence harmful to agriculture. "the temperature in the low zones fluctuates between ° and ° centigrade, averaging °. in the zones ranging from , to , feet above sea level the temperature fluctuates between ° and °, the average being ° to ° centigrade. in the high zones or cold lands the temperature varies from ° to °, the medium being ° or °. in these zones from december to the end of march the temperature drops during the night to ° centigrade and other times to ° or °. "the rains commence in may or june and continue until the middle of november. they are most violent from july to october. in the months of september and october there are sometimes storms and copious rains which last almost continuously from one to two weeks. "heavy dews are numerous and at times very copious in the summer in the low zones close to the sea, the lakes and the big marshes and also in the higher zones through the condensation of the vapors which absorb the sun's rays and become more condensed on reaching the colder regions of the atmosphere. "the northeast winds are periodical and blow almost without interruption throughout the summer and with great violence on the coasts of the north and in the eastern sections of the country. the winds on the south coast are much milder and those in the western sections are insignificant. "under this drouthlike action the vegetation withers in the hot and dry zones. it flourishes most in the districts which possess perennial springs of running water for fertilizing. "in the season of the rains there are strong hurricanes of southern winds which cause damage to agriculture, but happily they are not frequent. "from the description of the varied climates of the republic it will be seen that they are adapted to the cultivation of the richest tropical plants and for all the agricultural and industrial produce which is cultivated in the cold and temperate zones of the entire world. "besides, its vegetative season is one of perpetual cultivation, and in the plantations which possess water for irrigating the cultivated lands three crops a year can be raised in the hot zones as well as the temperate regions, and two crops of the cereals, wheat and indian corn, in the cold regions; that is to say, the feeding of , , inhabitants is possible besides fruits for a very extensive exportation." aids to agriculture. in a country so largely agricultural as guatemala is the measures for the encouragement of farming may be taken as a means of judging the interest shown by the government. on this point president estrada cabrera in a recent message said: "agriculture as the prime factor of our richness has been the object of special attention during the last seven years of my administration. in order to broaden and improve it there has been established in the capital the general department of agriculture and in the districts and municipalities boards for the same purpose. this department has been authorized to publish a periodical _the bulletin of agriculture_ which is given over exclusively to important farming studies. seeds and plants have been brought from other countries and distributed among our farmers in order to establish new sources of production. strict orders have been issued to secure the cultivation of the largest areas possible and also for establishing common seed grounds. regulations have been made for the exploitation of rubber. in every possible manner the importation of farm tools and agricultural machinery has been facilitated. contracts have been made for the exploitation of the woods in the forests of the north. schools of agriculture have been created in order to further the study of these subjects by the issue of special bulletins under the direction of the department of agriculture." [illustration: street in escuintla.] leading points of immigration law. a general immigration law was passed several years ago which has been supplemented by other laws since that time. at the outset immigration contracts with the chinese are prohibited and the latter are not to be accepted as immigrants. the purpose of this is to insure white immigration and to prevent cheap coolie labor of a temporary character interfering with settlers who wish to establish themselves permanently. immigrants are described as those foreigners having a profession, occupation or trade, whether day laborers, artisans, workingmen in factories, farmers or professors, who give up their own homes to come and settle in guatemala and accept their transportation to be paid either by the guatemalan government or by an immigration company. immigrants also include the foreigners whose transportation is not paid by the government or by private companies. the wearing apparel and household furniture, tools, domestic animals and other possessions of immigrants are entered at the custom-house free of duty. an important provision authorizes the government to grant gratuitously to immigrants lots of public lands in certain districts provided that the immigrants bind themselves to cultivate within two years the third part of the land granted. for this purpose zones of tillable land are set apart in the districts named. immigrants are exempted for a period of four years after their arrival from service in the construction or repair of the public roads and from the payment of municipal taxes. they are also exempted from military service except in the case of foreign war. they enjoy all the rights and privileges granted by law to guatemalan citizens. public lands for settlers. under a general law a body of official engineers was created for surveying and distributing the uncultivated public lands and fixing the prices therefor. the price varies according to the nature of the land, whether it is for grazing, raising cereals; whether capable of raising sugar, banana, etc.; whether adapted to coffee and cotton, or whether it contains forests. public lands may also be granted to immigrants gratuitously. information on these points can be had through correspondence with the department of agriculture called "dirección general de agricultura," in guatemala city. president estrada cabrera's land policy has been directed especially to prevent great areas from being kept out of cultivation. he has dictated many measures with the purpose of breaking up the huge estates that often are uncultivated for want of capital and making them productive through the encouragement of small capitalists or farmers. the general system of highways and cart roads as well as of the railroads has been devised for this purpose. with regard to colonization and immigration the policy of securing the benefit of the favored soil to settlers has been indicated in the correspondence with various companies and individuals. in a report by the director of agriculture he declared that immigration from north america would be very pleasing to guatemala and would strengthen the cordial relations existing between the two countries. that the immigrants will be well received he was assured. their practical character would be especially valuable in developing the resources of the country. the director, however, called attention to the fact that in many places of the country the geological conditions were not similar to the prairies of the united states where in the beginning very much could be accomplished on a large scale by machinery. in many of the districts open to settlement in guatemala much of the work of clearing would have to be done by hand. that is one reason why encouragement is given to the individual settlers instead of to companies. to broaden and strengthen the present immigration law the department of agriculture has recommended that certain lands be thrown open to settlement on the following conditions: . the government shall make the plan for the colony dividing the lands into lots of one caballeria ( acres). . the settler shall take immediate possession of the lot which is granted him. . the government shall aid the removal of the colonists from their present place of residence to the point where they intend to settle. this aid to be extended under conditions which will insure its repayment. . the colonists on taking possession of their land shall obligate themselves to begin cultivating some of the following articles: rice, corn, beans, coffee, cacao, vanilla, rubber, cotton, hemp, etc. . the government shall designate from among the colonists some one who shall give general instruction with regard to the farming. chapter vi. international relations. friendly relations with all countries, both neighboring and distant, is a leading point in president estrada cabrera's programme. the relations of guatemala with the united states are particularly close and cordial. in his annual message president estrada cabrera said: "it is well known that the grand republic of north america always has shown the most sympathetic regard for our country and the earnest effort of my government has been to strengthen the ties of friendship which unite the two nations. with this feeling existing there has been achieved during the period since the most flattering results, so that it can be confidently stated that never before have the relations between guatemala and the united states reached so great a degree of cordiality as to-day, and it may be said that never has any cause of discord between the two governments been so remote as now. the death of the illustrious president mckinley, which was felt so deeply in guatemala, and the advent into the presidency of mr. roosevelt in no way interrupted the progress of affairs with our republic and those which were pending followed their tranquil course towards a satisfactory arrangement." the secretary of foreign relations in his annual report said: "motives analogous to those which in foreign governments have caused congratulation over the re-election of señor estrada cabrera as president of guatemala have made it pleasing that the government of this republic on its part could extend its congratulations over the re-election in the united states and mexico respectively of messrs. roosevelt and diaz, two eminent statesmen whose conciliatory policies are well known, as likewise their sympathetic regard for guatemala. the continuation of these illustrious personages in power is considered by this government as a guaranty of the increasing cordiality of the relations of guatemala with them and it has also enabled at the same time to be placed in evidence with all sincerity the satisfaction which has been produced by their re-election in their respective countries." these are correct statements, for the sentiment of profound sympathy and admiration which president estrada cabrera and the whole people of guatemala entertain for president roosevelt and for the american people are very marked. for president roosevelt on account of his grand traits of character, of mentality and of heart and the spirit of humanity, justice and rectitude which make of him the chief magistrate most conspicuous, most respected, most popular and most cherished of the present day; and for the american people on account of their intelligence, their enterprising disposition and their unceasing labors for progress, which have gained for them so pre-eminent a place among all the nations of the earth as one of the grandest, most nourishing and most powerful. adherence to the hague peace principles. these quotations indicate the sentiment of guatemala towards the two countries with which geographically and otherwise it is most closely allied. further evidence of the friendship for the united states and of the desire to sustain its policies of international peace were afforded in the promptness with which president roosevelt's suggestion of a second peace conference in the hague was accepted. with regard to the united states the secretary of foreign affairs stated: "knowing the importance of our relations with the great american nation it was a grateful duty to send a special mission to washington with the sole object of congratulating president roosevelt. for the discharge of this function señor jorge muñoz was selected and he discharged it with entire satisfaction to the government. this mission having been disposed of he was accredited permanently as envoy extraordinary and minister plenipotentiary. "inasmuch as it was not one of the ancient nations of europe, but a young and virile republic, the strongest in america, which launched the project through its distinguished president of a second hague conference to perfect and complete the works of the first one in favor of universal peace, it is to be hoped that this effort will be seconded by all the countries of the civilized world and that at no distant time when experience shall have shown the deficiencies in the conclusions adopted by previous congresses those which may be adopted in the coming peace conference will be more efficacious for the success of the humanitarian and praiseworthy end which the united states proposes." guatemala previously had given its adhesion to the principles of arbitration promulgated under the hague convention. it was represented in the second international american conference held in mexico - , and the various treaties and recommendations made by that conference were ratified or endorsed as in the case of the other signatory governments. the action taken by the government of guatemala on the respective conventions and recommendations was officially transmitted to señor mariscal, secretary of foreign relations of mexico, in accordance with the resolution of the conference. pecuniary claims arbitration. among the treaties promulgated by the pan-american conference in mexico was one relating to pecuniary claims. this required the ratification of five governments in order to make it effective. guatemala was one of the first to give its formal adhesion to this convention. this treaty was ratified by the united states senate and promulgated by the department of state from washington in the spring of , so that united states citizens can now claim its benefits. the treaty consists of five articles. under its terms the high contracting parties agree to submit to arbitration, through the hague court, all claims for pecuniary loss or damage which may be presented by their respective citizens and which cannot be amicably adjusted through diplomatic channels and when such claims are of sufficient importance to warrant the expenses of arbitration. by virtue of article of the convention of the hague the high contracting parties agree to submit to the decision of the permanent court of arbitration established by that convention all controversies which are the subject-matter of the treaty unless both parties should prefer that especial jurisdiction be organized according to article . if for any cause the permanent court of the hague should not be opened to one or more of the high contracting parties they obligate themselves to stipulate in a special treaty the rules under which the tribunal shall be established as well as its forms of procedure. in the administration of president estrada cabrera negotiated and the national assembly ratified an agreement with germany, belgium, france, england, and italy, which disposed of many subjects that had been in controversy. spain, the united states and mexico did not enter into the agreement because those governments preferred to postpone the claims of their citizens until the industrial crisis was over and the financial conditions were improved. since that time a number of claims have been adjusted satisfactorily. president estrada cabrera stated in a recent message that there were no claims at the present time which were weighing upon the national treasury. these matters having been arranged satisfactorily he said that no subject had arisen which could alter the friendly relations with the countries of europe. this friendship was shown in the tribute paid by the diplomatic corps on new year's day. subsequently the governments of germany and france had shown especial consideration by conferring on the president the order of the red eagle and of the legion of honor respectively. with mexico the relations of guatemala have been cordial since the boundary dispute was settled in . recently the commercial relations, on account of the construction of the pan-american railway through mexican territory to the guatemalan border have required the establishment of various consulates in important places in mexico, and the exequaturs have been granted by the mexican government. [illustration: plaza of jocotenango, guatemala city.] concord in central america. with respect to the neighboring republics of central america the attitude of guatemala has been open and pronounced. it desires to destroy every cause of discord among the republics and to maintain a perfect equilibrium. guatemala took part in the conference which was held at corinto, nicaragua, in august, , and at which salvador, honduras and nicaragua also were represented. through its delegate president estrada cabrera's government subscribed to the following declarations: . to maintain peace is the principal objective of our government, not only because it is a necessity for the various peoples, but also because it imposes itself as a duty which all spanish american nationalities should fulfil. for this reason we firmly believe in the proposition to overcome in central america every obstacle that may stand in the way of peace and we will put forth our strongest efforts to frustrate the schemes of those who seek to sow distrust and jealousy among us impelled as they are by the spirit of ambition or disorder. . the strict compliance with the international compacts which bind us shall be the test to which we submit our acts so that every effort to the contrary will be vain and barren since it is necessary to recognize that the generality of the labors of the enemies of each administration tend to no laudable ends but rather are the work of selfish egotists, of personal enmities or the aberration of unbalanced judgment. . we do not hesitate then in declaring that whatever scheme of discord, subversive attempt, or suggestion which proposes to break our loyal friendship shall receive no support among us because the sincerity and firmness of our relations as representatives of the peoples whom we serve are and always will be affirmed in this solemn agreement, which we make at the instance of central america; an agreement which is the fruit of the efforts we have made as public men on different occasions. . we expect that all good citizens will give us in the sense indicated their patriotic co-operation inspired in ideals of peace and fraternity and contributing by supporting us in this accord to place an end to the discord which the enemies of the public tranquillity cause. and also upholding the liberal and progressive policy which governs our acts. chapter vii. the land of travel and history. guatemala is a fascinating country for the traveler and visitor. antiquarians, deep delvers in the majestic monuments of the long forgotten past, seek in the myths, the traditions, the temples and the ruins the riddles of prehistoric civilization. modern tourists traveling as they will be able to do within a short time by railway from new york or san francisco to the very heart of guatemala may lose themselves in admiration of the sublime scenery, the lovely landscapes of valley and mountain lake and forest (the indian name for guatemala means abounding in trees), volcanic caps, giant outlines, and cloud-clad craters. everywhere they will encounter that diversity which is the chief attraction of natural scenery. they will find also superimposed on the prehistoric indian civilization the charm of spanish architecture, customs, character and institutions. men of the stamp of president estrada cabrera who are engaged in the material upbuilding and the political progress of the country may prefer to talk of its agriculture and commerce, its opportunities for the energetic and resourceful people of the northern regions rather than to discuss its picturesque ruins audits fascinating history. yet they would not have these subjects neglected. hence the traveler and the tourist always are welcome, and whether they be deeply learned scientific investigators or mere birds of passage seeking novelty every provision is made to aid them in their travels. nature's bold hand. in the very accurate and complete physiographic description of guatemala contained in the report of the intercontinental railway survey the following description is given of the great chain of volcanic cones and peaks which add so greatly to the bold picturesqueness of the country. "the pacific coast extends generally from the northwest to the southeast. from the sea the ground rises with a very gentle slope inland for almost or miles when the country becomes broken by the lava foothills of the volcanoes which extend from one end of the country to the other and which stand like a giant wall between the coast and the interior. beginning at the mexican boundary the line of volcanoes extends nearly parallel to the coast. back of this is a plateau limited on the other side by the continental divide and much broken by spurs which unite the volcanoes with the divide and the deep valleys between the spurs. the plateau is drained by rivers which run to the sea through the deep canyons between the volcanoes. the continental divide begins with the volcano tacana and making a semicircular bend to the north and east rises again in the volcano tajumulco. from this point its general direction is easterly as far as the cerro tecpam. tacana and tajumulco are the highest points on this are being respectively , and , feet above sea level. from tajumulco to near totonicapam the general altitude of the divide is about , feet, the most prominent peaks being the cerro cerchil , feet, and the cerro calel , feet. from totonicapam to cerro tecpam the general elevation of the divide is about , feet with one peak, the cerro quiche of , feet. from cerro tecpam , feet, the divide turns to the southeast and drops to a general elevation of about , feet, crossing the plateau and rising again in the cerro santa maria cauqué. following the hills of mexico, it crosses the plain near guatemala city, the suburb of guarda viejo, , feet, being on the divide." the heights of other principal volcanoes are given opposite: acatenango , fuego , agua , atitlan , santa maria , quezaltenango , pacaya , ipala , chingo , variety in geological structure. in the geological structure of the country unusual variety of character is shown. the quarternary formation, aluvium and diluvium, covers the greater portion of the pacific coast from the foot of the mountains to the sea. the same formation is also observed in the neighborhood of guatemala city, the valley of the passion river, puerto barrios and various other localities on the atlantic slope. the tertiary formation and particularly limestone covers the entire department of peten. furthermore, limestones and dolomites of the upper cretaceous age are noted from la libertad toward the usumacinta river and toward british honduras. in the localities of san luis and santa bárbara there are tertiary limestones and sandstones of eocene and miocene ages. the limestones and dolomites of the upper cretaceous age are also found in various localities mixed with tertiary limestone and sandstone as well as conglomerates, dolomites, and limestones of the lower cretaceous age. in other sections they are mixed with limestones and dolomites of the upper carboniferous age mingled with slate, sandstone and pudding stone. the latter formation is found in other sections with precarboniferous limestone and also with crystalline limestone of the azoic age. the tertiary formation is followed by an azoic formation of gneiss, mica slate, and phylada with large intrusions of granite. a kind of horn-blend slate has been observed in some parts of izabal. [illustration: landscape of guastotoya river.] the eruptive formations are composed of porphyry in the north and northwest; of diorite, obsidian, rhyolite, and dacite and of trachyte, together with basalt, rhyolite, obsidian and granite in other sections. the eruptive formations are further composed of basalt in pacaya and several other volcanoes; and mostly of ambesite in the rest of the cordilleras and the highlands. for the present-day traveler who is interested in earthquakes and their effects and in the ruins of spanish architecture, nothing more entertaining can be found than a visit to la antigua, which can be reached from guatemala city by a few hours' ride in carriage or on horseback. antigua stretches through the beautiful and fertile valley which in the indian language means dry lake because the tradition exists that in prehistoric times there was a fine sheet of water covering the land. the panorama which delights the eye from any elevated point of antigua is glorious. the three volcanoes of acatenango, agua (water) and fuego (fire) lose their majestic combs in the clouds. in every direction spread fertile fields with an infinite number of coffee and sugar plantations in every state of production. the borders of the city are bathed by two charming rivers, the pensativo and the portal. in the immediate neighborhood are hygienic baths of pure crystalline water. prehistoric ruins and famed lake atitlan. many volumes have been written about the prehistoric ruins of guatemala and especially of copan. one of the most recent and most sumptuously illustrated is that by anne cary maudslay and alfred percival maudslay entitled "a glimpse at guatemala." it was published in london. in this book professor maudslay gives the following description of a visit to the ruins at quiriguá: "the ruins, which are completely hidden in a thick tropical forest, stand about three-quarters of a mile from the left bank of the river motagua and about five miles from the miserable little village of quiriguá, from which they take their name. they consist of numerous square or oblong mounds and terraces varying from six to forty feet in height, some standing by themselves, others clustered in irregular groups. most of these mounds were faced with worked stone and were ascended by flights of stone steps. "the interest centers in the thirteen large carved monoliths which are arranged irregularly round what were probably the most important plazas. six of these monuments are tall stones measuring three to five feet square and standing fourteen to twenty feet out of the ground. the other five are oblong or rounded blocks of stone shaped so as to represent huge turtles or armadilloes or some such animals. all these monuments are covered with elaborate carving. usually on both back and front of the tall monoliths there is carved a huge human figure standing full face and in a stiff and conventional attitude. the sides of the monuments are covered with tables of hieroglyphs, most of them in fairly good preservation. in addition to these tables of hieroglyphs there are series of square or cartouches of what appears to be actual picture writing, each division measuring about eighteen inches square and containing usually two or three grotesque figures of men and animals. the design of these picture writings shows considerable variety and freedom of treatment as compared with that of the large sizes human figures in the execution of which the artist seems to have been bound by conventional rules. "the largest of the stone animals is perhaps the most remarkable of all the monuments. its measurement is roughly a cube of eight feet, it must weigh nearly twenty tons and it rests on three large slabs of stone. it is shaped like a turtle and is covered with a most elaborate and curious ornament and with tables of hieroglyphics and cartouches of picture writing. the greater part of the ornament throughout these carvings is formed from the grotesque representations of the human face or the faces of animals, the features frequently so greatly exaggerated that it is most difficult to recognize them, but a careful examination enables one almost invariably to trace back to this facial origin what at first sight appears to be merely conventional scroll work. forms derived from leaves or flowers are altogether absent; occasional use is made of a plaited ribbon and a very free use of plumes of feathers which are oftenmost gracefully arranged and beautifully carved. the fifteen monuments are divided into two groups; in one the figures are all those of men, in the other of women." the same authors give the following vivid description of the famed lake atitlan: "our tent was pitched so close to the precipice that even from my bed i had a grand view into the lake and could watch the black masses of the volcanoes looming clear-cut and solemn in the moonlight or changing from black to gray in the early dawn; then a rosy flush would touch the peak of atitlan and the light creep down its side, revealing for a brief half hour every detail of cinder ridge and chasm on its scarred and wounded slopes until with a sudden burst of glory the sun rose above the eastern hills to strike the mirror-like surface of the lake and flood the world with warmth and dazzling light. every peak and mountain ridge now stood out clear and sharp against the morning sky, and only in the shadow of the hills would a fleecy mist hang over the surface of the lake far beneath us; then almost before the sun had power to drink up these lees of the night from the deep gap between the hills to the south, a linger of white cloud, borne up from the seaward slope, would creep around the peak of atitlan only to be dissipated in the cooler air; but finger followed finger and the mysterious hand never lost its grasp until about noon great billowy clouds rolled up through the gap and the outpost was fairly captured although the crater itself often stood out clear above the cloudy belt. it was not, however, until the sun began to lose its power that the real attack commenced and the second column deployed through the gap on the southern flank of san pedro and then from five o'clock until dark there followed a scene which no pen and no brush could adequately portray. the clouds seemed to be bewitched; they came down on us in alternate black and sunlit masses, terrible in their majesty; then rolled aside to show us all the beauty of a sunset sky, tints of violet that shaded into pink, and pink that melted into the clearest blue, whilst far away beyond the mountain seaward rolled vast billowy masses, first red and yellow and then pink fading to the softest green. again and again would the clouds roll down upon us, the mist at times so thick that we could not see beyond a hundred yards; then just as quickly it would roll away and reveal a completely new phase of this ever shifting scene of beauty. as the sun sank behind san pedro all turned again to dark and angry purple with contrasts and reflections like the sheen of a shot silk. slowly the mists melted away with the fading daylight, venus hung for a while like a splendid jewel in the air and the mountains turned again to shadowy masses outlined against a crystal sky." fascinating history through the centuries. historically every period of guatemala is fascinating. usually the history of the country is divided into the epochs of the aborigines, the spanish conquest, independence, and the era of liberal governments. across the centuries the path of history can be traced. a book written in the th century by one of the aborigines of the time of the conquest and called "popol-vuh" or "book of the people," speaks of the quiches, vigorous and hardy natives of the soil, forerunners of the guatemalan people as having reached at that time a degree of advance which singled them out from among the other primitive inhabitants of america. their religious system was in essence a kind of animal worship whose gods were personified by the fox, the coyote, and the wild boar to be soon reemployed through natural evolution by the forces of nature such as the heavens, the earth, and the sea. they left as evidences of their worship the multitude of monuments whose imposing ruins are preserved today. pyramids which seem to bear traces of egypt and characters indicative of a remote asiatic origin; temples, such as the temple of the sun, of grand architecture; and the palace, dwelling of the king, a holy being and the supreme arbiter. the latter is among the most notable of american antiquities and it causes admiration through the graduated pyramid, the triangular vault and the arch forming an harmonious whole. the quiche civilization was an advanced one and its government was a theocracy in which the high priest was both the supreme governor and inherited the name of the primitive god votan. this theocracy was drawn from among the warriors while the people in complete servitude tilled the fields in order to sustain the worship and raise grand monuments and built numerous cities on the borders of the lakes and rivers. agriculture was well advanced. cacao was cultivated with grand ceremonies and maize or indian corn which was guarded with profound veneration because according to the ancient tradition man was formed from it. cotton was also grown and brilliant garments woven from it which were dyed with cochineal and pigments formed from various plants. tobacco was cultivated and yucca, beans, potatoes, etc. various textiles were fabricated of the finest quality and many of the palaces and temples were hung with this tapestry. ceramics and various kinds of pottery were manufactured both for use and for ornament. the sciences and the arts were developed. the fame of the quiche calendar exists today. the aborigines also understood painting, sculpture, and music. they made plumes and cloaks from the feathers of the birds and they wrote upon a paper prepared from the amatl. their language was liquid and possessed few inflections. it was the most perfect of the six hundred or more languages which the spaniards encountered in the isthmus of central america. they had a literature of their own and from this fragments have been preserved notably the drama "rabinal achi." spanish conquest and what came after. guatemala was conquered by the lieutenant of cortez, pedro de alvarado. in april, , he crowned his series of victories over the quiches by routing them on the plains of urbina, capturing and condemning to perish by hanging the two last kings of the most powerful monarchy of central america; oxib-queh and beleheb-tzy. in july of the same year he founded the city of guatemala, although this was not definitely established until november, . within a few years all the regions of central america had submitted to the spanish crown and formed the kingdom of guatemala, to the capital of which was transferred in the royal audiencia or high court. guatemala was the head of spanish power in central america under the general term of the spanish captain generalcy for two centuries. during the two hundred and fifty years following the conquest the country had three capitals in turn, all named guatemala city. the first, founded by alvarado, was on the very spot where he fought the battle which made him conqueror. the indian kings of the south having heard of the exploits of cortez in mexico, sent an embassy to him which he received with distinction. he sent his favorite lieutenant alvarado back to take possession. alvarado and his three hundred spanish soldiers were nearly a year in making the journey through the forest. when the indians opposed him he gave continuous battle and finally conquered. he destroyed their capital, razed the temple of their idols to the ground, and built on its site a church. for seventeen years alvarado kept the indians at work building a new capital on the site of their old one. then came the earthquake which destroyed the place and buried nine-tenths of the inhabitants under the ruins. a new location was found, but again, in , by the eruption of santa maria the capital was destroyed. this is the group of picturesque ruins now known as la antigua. with the destruction of this capital a third and final movement to the splendid situation in the hermit valley was made and the new capital which is the guatemala city of today was established. after years of struggle against the spanish domination, beginning in , guatemala secured its independence, which was proclaimed september , , when in place of the kingdom of guatemala there was established "a nation free and independent of every other nation." the history of subsequent years is interwoven with the events of other central american countries. after many evolutions and disorders as well as revolutionary changes of government, the era known as the period of reform and the re-establishment of the liberties of the country began in . chapters of recent history. the events which led to the adoption of the liberal constitution of , which is today in force, do not need to be recounted here. general justo rufino barrios, who had been the leading spirit in the liberal revolution, was a pronounced advocate of the union of all the central american states in a single federal republic. he endeavored to accomplish this against the opposition of salvador and was killed at the battle of chalchuapa in . he was succeeded by general manuel lisandro barillas, who exercised the government from to . after him came general josé maria reyna barrios, who during the first four years of his administration gave a good government and worked much for the prosperity of his country. in the last two years, however, through the bad counsels of selfish advisers foreign to his government he sought to extend the term of his authority and was resisted by successive revolutions. he was assassinated by a personal enemy of european nationality in february, , and guatemala was then left in the midst of a most disastrous condition, both industrial and political. it was at this period that manuel estrada cabrera, the lawyer, came into power and began the series of administrative reforms and measures for the material development of the country which have so vastly improved the condition of the people, have re-established credit and given assurance of further progress under continuous peace and tranquillity. it is these beneficial measures which have caused president estrada cabrera to be signalized as the chief of the modern emancipation of guatemala in its policies, in its intellectual and moral advancement, and as the author of its present progress. under his government order in administration has been secured, respect for the rights of all, material development in countless forms, the general improvement of the people and the most perfect harmony and equity in international relations have been obtained. it is the success of these policies, which is now assured, that makes guatemala so clearly the country of the future and entitles estrada cabrera to rank with the most distinguished heads of state of the present day. gutenberg (this book was produced from scanned images of public domain material from the google books project.) the popol vuh the mythic and heroic sagas of the kichés of central america by lewis spence published by david nutt, at the sign of the phoenix, long acre, london preface the "popol vuh" is the new world's richest mythological mine. no translation of it has as yet appeared in english, and no adequate translation in any european language. it has been neglected to a certain extent because of the unthinking strictures passed upon its authenticity. that other manuscripts exist in guatemala than the one discovered by ximenes and transcribed by scherzer and brasseur de bourbourg is probable. so thought brinton, and the present writer shares his belief. and ere it is too late it would be well that these--the only records of the faith of the builders of the mystic ruined and deserted cities of central america--should be recovered. this is not a matter that should be left to the enterprise of individuals, but one which should engage the consideration of interested governments; for what is myth to-day is often history to-morrow. lewis spence. july . the popol vuh [the numbers in the text refer to notes at the end of the study] there is no document of greater importance to the study of the pre-columbian mythology of america than the "popol vuh." it is the chief source of our knowledge of the mythology of the kiché people of central america, and it is further of considerable comparative value when studied in conjunction with the mythology of the nahuatlacâ, or mexican peoples. this interesting text, the recovery of which forms one of the most romantic episodes in the history of american bibliography, was written by a christianised native of guatemala some time in the seventeenth century, and was copied in the kiché language, in which it was originally written, by a monk of the order of predicadores, one francisco ximenes, who also added a spanish translation and scholia. the abbé brasseur de bourbourg, a profound student of american archæology and languages (whose euhemeristic interpretations of the mexican myths are as worthless as the priceless materials he unearthed are valuable) deplored, in a letter to the duc de valmy, [ ] the supposed loss of the "popol vuh," which he was aware had been made use of early in the nineteenth century by a certain don felix cabrera. dr. c. scherzer, an austrian scholar, thus made aware of its value, paid a visit to the republic of guatemala in or , and was successful in tracing the missing manuscript in the library of the university of san carlos in the city of guatemala. it was afterwards ascertained that its scholiast, ximenes, had deposited it in the library of his convent at chichicastenango, whence it passed to the san carlos library in . scherzer at once made a copy of the spanish translation of the manuscript, which he published at vienna in under the title of "las historias del origen de los indios de guatemala, par el r. p. f. francisco ximenes." the abbé brasseur also took a copy of the original, which he published at paris in , with the title "vuh popol: le livre sacré de quichés, et les mythes de l'antiquité américaine." in this work the kiché original and the abbe's french translation are set forth side by side. unfortunately both the spanish and the french translations leave much to be desired so far as their accuracy is concerned, and they are rendered of little use by reason of the misleading notes which accompany them. the name "popol vuh" signifies "record of the community," and its literal translation is "book of the mat," from the kiché word "pop" or "popol," a mat or rug of woven rushes or bark on which the entire family sat, and "vuh" or "uuh," paper or book, from "uoch" to write. the "popol vuh" is an example of a world-wide genre--a type of annals of which the first portion is pure mythology, which gradually shades off into pure history, evolving from the hero-myths of saga to the recital of the deeds of authentic personages. it may, in fact, be classed with the heimskringla of snorre, the danish history of saxo-grammaticus, the chinese history in the five books, the japanese "nihongi," and, so far as its fourth book is concerned, it somewhat resembles the pictish chronicle. the language in which the "popol vuh" was written, was, as has been said, the kiché, a dialect of the great maya-kiché tongue spoken at the time of the conquest from the borders of mexico on the north to those of the present state of nicaragua on the south; but whereas the mayan was spoken in yucatan proper, and the state of chiapas, the kiché was the tongue of the peoples of that part of central america now occupied by the states of guatemala, honduras and san salvador, where it is still used by the natives. it is totally different to the nahuatl, the language of the people of anahuac or mexico, both as regards its origin and structure, and its affinities with other american tongues are even less distinct than the those between the slavonic and teutonic groups. of this tongue the "popol vuh" is practically the only monument; at all events the only work by a native of the district in which it was used. a cognate dialect, the cakchiquel, produced the "annals" of that people, otherwise known as "the book of chilan balam," a work purely of genealogical interest, which may be consulted in the admirable translation of the late daniel g. brinton. the kiché people at the time of their discovery, which was immediately subsequent to the fall of mexico, had in part lost that culture which was characteristic of the mayan race, the remnants of which have excited universal wonder in the ruins of the vast desert cities of central america . at a period not far distant from the conquest the once centralised government of the mayan peoples had been broken up into petty states and confederacies, which in their character recall the city-states of mediæval italy. in all probability the civilisation possessed by these peoples had been brought them by a race from mexico called the toltecs , who taught them the arts of building in stone and writing in hieroglyphics, and who probably influenced their mythology most profoundly. the toltecs were not, however, in any way cognate with the mayans, and were in all likelihood rapidly absorbed by them. the mayans were notably an agricultural people, and it is not impossible that in their country the maize-plant was first cultivated with the object of obtaining a regular cereal supply . such, then, were the people whose mythology produced the body of tradition and mythi-history known as the "popol vuh"; and ere we pass to a consideration of their beliefs, their gods, and their religious affinities, it will be well to summarise the three books of it which treat of these things, as fully as space will permit, using for that purpose both the french translation of brasseur and the spanish one of ximenes. the first book over a universe wrapped in the gloom of a dense and primeval night passed the god hurakan, the mighty wind. he called out "earth," and the solid land appeared. the chief gods took counsel; they were hurakan, gucumatz, the serpent covered with green feathers, and xpiyacoc and xmucane, the mother and father gods. as the result of their deliberations animals were created. but as yet man was not. to supply the deficiency the divine beings resolved to create mannikins carved out of wood. but these soon incurred the displeasure of the gods, who, irritated by their lack of reverence, resolved to destroy them. then by the will of hurakan, the heart of heaven, the waters were swollen, and a great flood came upon the mannikins of wood. they were drowned and a thick resin fell from heaven. the bird xecotcovach tore out their eyes; the bird camulatz cut off their heads; the bird cotzbalam devoured their flesh; the bird tecumbalam broke their bones and sinews and ground them into powder. because they had not thought on hurakan, therefore the face of the earth grew dark, and a pouring rain commenced, raining by day and by night. then all sorts of beings, great and small, gathered together to abuse the men to their faces. the very household utensils and animals jeered at them, their mill-stones, their plates, their cups, their dogs, their hens. said the dogs and hens, "very badly have you treated us, and you have bitten us. now we bite you in turn." said the mill-stones (metates [ ]), "very much were we tormented by you, and daily, daily, night and day, it was squeak, screech, screech, [ ] for your sake. now you shall feel our strength, and we will grind your flesh and make meal of your bodies." and the dogs upbraided the mannikins because they had not been fed, and tore the unhappy images with their teeth. and the cups and dishes said, "pain and misery you gave us, smoking our tops and sides, cooking us over the fire, burning and hurting us as if we had no feeling. now it is your turn, and you shall burn." then ran the mannikins hither and thither in despair. they climbed to the roofs of the houses, but the houses crumbled under their feet; they tried to mount to the tops of the trees, but the trees hurled them from them; they sought refuge in the caverns, but the caverns closed before them. thus was accomplished the ruin of this race, destined to be overthrown. and it is said that their posterity are the little monkeys who live in the woods. the myth of vukub-cakix after this catastrophe, ere yet the earth was quite recovered from the wrath of the gods, there existed a man "full of pride," whose name was vukub-cakix. the name signifies "seven-times-the-colour-of-fire," or "very brilliant," and was justified by the fact that its owner's eyes were of silver, his teeth of emerald, and other parts of his anatomy of precious metals. in his own opinion vukub-cakix's existence rendered unnecessary that of the sun and the moon, and this egoism so disgusted the gods that they resolved upon his overthrow. his two sons, zipacna and cabrakan (earth-heaper [ ] (?) and earthquake), were daily employed, the one in heaping up mountains, and the other in demolishing them, and these also incurred the wrath of the immortals. shortly after the decision of the deities the twin hero-gods hun-ahpu and xbalanque came to earth with the intention of chastising the arrogance of vukub-cakix and his progeny. now vukub-cakix had a great tree of the variety known in central america as "nanze" or "tapal," bearing a fruit round, yellow, and aromatic, and upon this fruit he depended for his daily sustenance. one day on going to partake of it for his morning meal he mounted to its summit in order to espy the choicest fruits, when to his great indignation he discovered that hun-ahpu and xbalanque had been before him, and had almost denuded the tree of its produce. the hero-gods, who lay concealed within the foliage, now added injury to theft by hurling at vukub-cakix a dart from a blow-pipe, which had the effect of precipitating him from the summit of the tree to the earth. he arose in great wrath, bleeding profusely from a severe wound in the jaw. hun-ahpu then threw himself upon vukub-cakix, who in terrible anger seized the god by the arm and wrenched it from the body. he then proceeded to his dwelling, where he was met and anxiously interrogated by his spouse chimalmat. tortured by the pain in his teeth and jaw he, in an excess of spite, hung hun-ahpu's arm over a blazing fire, and then threw himself down to bemoan his injuries, consoling himself, however, with the idea that he had adequately avenged himself upon the interlopers who had dared to disturb his peace. but hun-ahpu and xbalanque were in no mind that he should escape so easily, and the recovery of hun-ahpu's arm must be made at all hazards. with this end in view they consulted two venerable beings in whom we readily recognise the father-mother divinities, xpiyacoc and xmucane , disguised for the nonce as sorcerers. these personages accompanied hun-ahpu and xbalanque to the abode of vukub-cakix, whom they found in a state of intense agony. the ancients persuaded him to be operated upon in order to relieve his sufferings, and for his glittering teeth they substituted grains of maize. next they removed his eyes of emerald, upon which his death speedily followed, as did that of his wife chimalmat. hun-ahpu's arm was recovered, re-affixed to his shoulder, and all ended satisfactorily for the hero-gods. but their mission was not yet complete. the sons of vukub-cakix, zipacna and cabrakan, remained to be accounted for. zipacna consented, at the entreaty of four hundred youths, incited by the hero-gods, to assist them in transporting a huge tree which was destined for the roof-tree of a house they were building. whilst assisting them he was beguiled by them into entering a great ditch which they had dug for the purpose of destroying him, and when once he descended was overwhelmed by tree-trunks by his treacherous acquaintances, who imagined him to be slain. but he took refuge in a side-tunnel of the excavation, cut off his hair and nails for the ants to carry up to his enemies as a sign of his death, waited until the youths had become intoxicated with pulque because of joy at his supposed demise, and then, emerging from the pit, shook the house that the youths had built over his body about their heads, so that all were destroyed in its ruins. but hun-ahpu and xbalanque were grieved that the four hundred had perished, and laid a more efficacious trap for zipacna. the mountain-bearer, carrying the mountains by night, sought his sustenance by day by the shore of the river, where he lived upon fish and crabs. the hero-gods constructed an artificial crab which they placed in a cavern at the bottom of a deep ravine. the hungry titan descended to the cave, which he entered on all-fours. but a neighbouring mountain had been undermined by the divine brothers, and its bulk was cast upon him. thus at the foot of mount meavan perished the proud "mountain maker," whose corpse was turned into stone by the catastrophe. of the family of boasters only cabrakan remained. discovered by the hero-gods at his favourite pastime of overturning the hills, they enticed him in an easterly direction, challenging him to overthrow a particularly high mountain. on the way they shot a bird with their blow-pipes, and poisoned it with earth. this they gave to cabrakan to eat. after partaking of the poisoned fare his strength deserted him, and failing to move the mountain he was bound and buried by the victorious hero-gods. the second book mystery veils the commencement of the second book of the "popol vuh." the theme is the birth and family of hun-ahpu and xbalanque, and the scribe intimates that only half is to be told concerning the history of their father. xpiyacoc and xmucane, the father and mother deities, had two sons, hunhun-ahpu and vukub-hunahpu, the first being, so far as can be gathered, a bi-sexual personage. he had by a wife, xbakiyalo, two sons, hunbatz and hunchouen, men full of wisdom and artistic genius. all of them were addicted to the recreation of dicing and playing at ball, and a spectator of their pastimes was voc, the messenger of hurakan. xbakiyalo having died, hunhun-ahpu and vukub-hunahpu, leaving the former's sons behind, played a game of ball which in its progress took them into the vicinity of the realm of xibalba (the underworld). this reached the ears of the monarchs of that place, hun-came and vukub-came, who, after consulting their counsellors, challenged the strangers to a game of ball, with the object of defeating and disgracing them. for this purpose they dispatched four messengers in the shape of owls. the brothers accepted the challenge, after a touching farewell with their mother xmucane, and their sons and nephews, and followed the feathered heralds down the steep incline to xibalba from the playground at ninxor carchah. [ ] after an ominous crossing over a river of blood they came to the residence of the kings of xibalba, where they underwent the mortification of mistaking two wooden figures for the monarchs. invited to sit on the seat of honour, they discovered it to be a red-hot stone, and the contortions which resulted from their successful trick caused unbounded merriment among the xibalbans. then they were thrust into the house of gloom, where they were sacrificed and buried. the head of hunhun-ahpu was, however, suspended from a tree, which speedily became covered with gourds, from which it was almost impossible to distinguish the bloody trophy. all in xibalba were forbidden the fruit of that tree. but one person in xibalba had resolved to disobey the mandate. this was the virgin princess xquiq (blood), the daughter of cuchumaquiq, who went unattended to the spot. standing under the branches gazing at the fruit, the maiden stretched out her hand, and the head of hunhun-ahpu spat into the palm. the spittle caused her to conceive, and she returned home, being assured by the head of the hero-god that no harm should result to her. this thing was done by order of hurakan, the heart of heaven. in six months' time her father became aware of her condition, and despite her protestations the royal messengers of xibalba, the owls, received orders to kill her and return with her heart in a vase. she, however, escaped by bribing the owls with splendid promises for the future to spare her and substitute for her heart the coagulated sap of the blood-wart. in her extremity xquiq went for protection to the home of xmucane, who now looked after the young hunbatz and hunchouen. xmucane would not at first believe her tale. but xquiq appealed to the gods, and performed a miracle by gathering a basket of maize where no maize grew, and thus gained her confidence. shortly afterwards xquiq became the mother of twin boys, the heroes of the first book, hun-ahpu, and xbalanque. these did not find favour in the eyes of xmucane, their grandmother. their infantile cries aroused the wrath of this venerable person, and she vented it upon them by turning them out of doors. they speedily took to an outdoor life, however, and became mighty hunters, and expert in the use of their blow-pipes, with which they shot birds and other small game. the ill-treatment which they received from hunbatz and hunchouen caused them at last to retaliate, and those who had made their lives miserable were punished by being transformed by the divine children into apes. the venerable xmucane, filled with grief at the metamorphosis and flight of her ill-starred grandsons, who had made her home joyous with their singing and flute-playing, was told that she would be permitted to behold their faces once more if she could do so without losing her gravity, but their antics and grimaces caused her such merriment that on three separate occasions she was unable to restrain her laughter and the men-monkeys appeared no more. hun-ahpu and xbalanque now became expert musicians, and one of their favourite airs was that of "hun-ahpu qoy," the "monkey of hun-ahpu." the divine twins were now old enough to undertake labour in the field, and their first task was the clearing of a milpa or maize-plantation. they were possessed of magic tools, which had the merit of working themselves in the absence of the young hunters at the chase, and those they found a capital substitute for their own directing presence upon the first day. returning at night from hunting, they smeared their faces and hands with dirt so that xmucane might be deceived into imagining that they had been hard at work in the maize-field. but during the night the wild beasts met and replaced all the roots and shrubs which the brothers--or rather their magic tools--had removed. the twins resolved to watch for them on the ensuing night, but despite all their efforts the animals succeeded in making good their escape, save one, the rat, which was caught in a handkerchief. the rabbit and deer lost their tails in getting away. the rat, in gratitude that they had spared its life, told them of the glorious deeds of their great fathers and uncles, their games at ball, and of the existence of a set of implements necessary to play the game which they had left in the house. they discovered these, and went to play in the ball-ground of their fathers. it was not long, however, until hun-came and vukub-came, the princes of xibalba, heard them at play, and decided to lure them to the underworld as they had lured their fathers. messengers were despatched to the house of xmucane, who, filled with alarm, despatched a louse to carry the message to her grandsons. the louse, wishing to ensure greater speed to reach the brothers, consented to be swallowed by a toad, the toad by a serpent, and the serpent by the great bird voc. the other animals duly liberated one another; but despite his utmost efforts, the toad could not get rid of the louse, who had played him a trick by lodging in his gums, and had not been swallowed at all. the message, however, was duly delivered, and the players returned home to take leave of their grandmother and mother. before their departure they each planted a cane in the middle of the house, which was to acquaint those they left behind with their welfare, since it would wither if any fatal circumstance befel them. pursuing the route their fathers had followed, they passed the river of blood and the river papuhya. but they sent an animal called xan as avant courier with orders to prick all the xibalbans with a hair from hun-ahpu's leg, thus discovering those of the dwellers in the underworld who were made of wood--those whom their fathers had unwittingly bowed to as men--and also learning the names of the others by their inquiries and explanations when pricked. thus they did not salute the mannikins on their arrival at the xibalban court, nor did they sit upon the red-hot stone. they even passed scatheless through the first ordeal of the house of gloom. the xibalbans were furious, and their wrath was by no means allayed when they found themselves beaten at the game of ball to which they had challenged the brothers. then hun-came and vukub-came ordered the twins to bring them four bouquets of flowers, asking the guards of the royal gardens to watch most carefully, and committed hun-ahpu and xbalanque to the "house of lances"--the second ordeal--where the lancers were directed to kill them. the brothers, however, had at their beck and call a swarm of ants, which entered the royal gardens on the first errand, and they succeeded in bribing the lancers. the xibalbans, white with fury, ordered that the owls, the guardians of the gardens, should have their lips split, and otherwise showed their anger at their third defeat. then came the third ordeal in the "house of cold." here the heroes escaped death by freezing by being warmed with burning pine-cones. in the fourth and fifth ordeals they were equally lucky, for they passed a night each in the "house of tigers" and the "house of fire" without injury. but at the sixth ordeal misfortune overtook them in the "house of bats." hun-ahpu's head being cut off by camazotz, "ruler of bats," who suddenly appeared from above. the beheading of hun-ahpu does not, however, appear to have terminated fatally, but owing to the unintelligible nature of the text at this juncture, it is impossible to ascertain in what manner he was cured of such a lethal wound. this episode is followed by an assemblage of all the animals, and another contest at ball-playing, after which the brothers emerged uninjured from all the ordeals of the xibalbans. but in order to further astound their "hosts," hun-ahpu and xbalanque confided to two sorcerers named xulu and pacaw that the xibalbans had failed because the animals were not on their side, and directing them what to do with their bones, they stretched themselves upon a funeral pile and died together. their bones were beaten to powder and thrown into the river, where they sank, and were transformed into young men. on the fifth day they reappeared like men-fishes, and on the sixth in the form of ragged old men, dancing, burning and restoring houses, killing and restoring each other to life, with other wonders. the princes of xibalba, hearing of their skill, requested them to exhibit their magical powers, which they did by burning the royal palace and restoring it, killing and resuscitating the king's dog, and cutting a man in pieces, and bringing him to life again. the monarchs of xibalba, anxious to experience the novel sensation of a temporary death, requested to be slain and resuscitated. they were speedily killed, but the brothers refrained from resuscitating their arch-enemies. announcing their real names, the brothers proceeded to punish the princes of xibalba. the game of ball was forbidden them, they were to perform menial tasks, and only the beasts of the forest were they to hold in vassalage. they appear after this to achieve a species of doubtful distinction as plutonic deities or demons. they are described as warlike, ugly as owls, inspiring evil and discord. their faces were painted black and white to show their faithless nature. xmucane, waiting at home for the brothers, was alternately filled with joy and grief as the canes grew green and withered, according to the varying fortunes of her grandsons. these young men were busied at xibalba with paying fitting funeral honours to their father and uncle, who now mounted to heaven and became the sun and moon, whilst the four hundred youths slain by zipacna became the stars. thus concludes the second book. the third book the beginning of the third book finds the gods once more in council. in the darkness they commune concerning the creation of man. the creator and former made four perfect men. these beings were wholly created from yellow and white maize. their names were balam-quitzé (tiger with the sweet smile), balam-agab (tiger of the night), mahucutah (the distinguished name), and iqi-balam (tiger of the moon). they had neither father nor mother, neither were they made by the ordinary agents in the work of creation. their creation was a miracle of the former. [ ] but hurakan was not altogether satisfied with his handiwork. these men were too perfect. they knew overmuch. therefore the gods took counsel as to how to proceed with man. they must not become as gods (note here the christian influence). let us now contract their sight so that they may only be able to see a portion of the earth and be content, said the gods. then hurakan breathed a cloud over their eyes, which became partially veiled. then the four men slept, and four women were made, caha-paluma (falling water), choimha (beautiful water), tzununiha (house of the water), and cakixa (water of aras or parrots), who became the wives of the men in their respective order as mentioned above. these were the ancestors of the kichés only. then were created the ancestors of other peoples. they were ignorant of the methods of worship, and lifting their eyes to heaven prayed to the creator, the former, for peaceable lives and the return of the sun. but no sun came, and they grew uneasy. so they set out for tulan-zuiva, or the seven caves, and there gods were given unto them, each man, as head of a group of the race, a god. balam-quitzé received the god tohil. balam-agab received the god avilix, and mahucutah the god hacavitz. iqi-balam received a god, but as he had no family his god is not taken into account in the native mythology. the kichés now began to feel the want of fire, and the god tohil, the creator of fire, supplied them with this element. but soon afterwards a mighty rain extinguished all the fires in the land. tohil, however, always renewed the supply. and fire in those days was the chief necessity, for as yet there was no sun. tulan was a place of misfortune to man, for not only did he suffer from cold and famine, but here his speech was so confounded that the first four men were no longer able to comprehend each other. they determined to leave tulan, and under the leadership of the god tohil set out to search for a new abode. on they wandered through innumerable hardships. many mountains had they to climb, and a long passage to make through the sea which was miraculously divided for their journey from shore to shore. at length they came to a mountain which they called hacavitz, after one of their gods, and here they rested, for here they had been instructed that they should see the sun. and the sun appeared. animals and men were transported with delight. all the celestial bodies were now established. but the sun was not as it is to-day. he was not strong, but as reflected in a mirror. as he arose the three tribal gods were turned into stone, as were the gods--probably totems--connected with the wild animals. then arose the first kiché city. as time progressed the first men grew old, and, impelled by visions, they began to offer human sacrifices. for this purpose they raided the villages of the neighbouring peoples, who retaliated. but by the miraculous aid of a horde of wasps and hornets the kichés utterly routed their enemies. and the aliens became tributory to them. now it came nigh the death-time of the first men, and they called their descendants together to hearken unto their last counsels. in the anguish of their hearts they sang the kamucu, the song "we see," that they had sung when it first became light. then they took leave of their wives and sons, one by one. and suddenly they were not. but in their place was a huge bundle, which was never unfolded. and it was called the "majesty enveloped." and so died the first men of the kichés. the fourth book the fourth book brings us down to what is presumably history. we say "presumably," because we have only the bare testimony of the "popol vuh" to go upon. we can note therein the evolution of the kiché people from a comparatively simple and pastoral state of society to a political condition of considerable complexity. this account of the later periods is extremely confused, and as the names of many of the kiché monarchs are the same as those of the gods, it is often difficult to discriminate between saga and history. interminable conflicts are the subject of most of this book, and by the time the transcriber reached the twelfth chapter he seems to have tired of his labours and to have made up his mind to conclude with a genealogical list of the kiché kings. he here traces the genealogies of the three royal houses of cavek, nihaib, and ahau-kiché. the state of transition and turmoil in which the country was for many years after the conquest must have tended to the disappearance of native records of any kind, and our author does not appear to have been as well versed in the history of his country which immediately preceded his own time as he was in her mythology and legends. according to a tradition recited by don domingo juarros in his "history of the kingdom of guatemala," the toltecs emigrated from the neighbourhood of tula in mexico by direction of an oracle, in consequence of the great increase of population in the reign of nimaquiché, fifth king of the toltecs. "in performing this journey they expended many years and suffered extraordinary hardships." nimaquiché was succeeded by his son aexopil, from whom was descended kicab tanub, the contemporary of montezuma ii. this does not at all agree with the "popol vuh" account. cosmogony of the "popol vuh" the cosmogony of the "popol vuh" exhibits many signs of christian influence, but it would be quite erroneous to infer that such influence was of a direct nature; that is, that the native compiler deliberately infused into the original narrative those outstanding features of the christian cosmogony, which were undoubtedly quite familiar to him. the resemblance which is apparent between the first few chapters of the "popol vuh" and the creation-myth in genesis is no more the result of design than was the metamorphosis of king arthur's brythonic warriors into norman knights by the jongleurs. the inclusion of obviously christian elements was undoubtedly unconscious. a native guatemalan, nurtured in the christian faith, could, in fact, quite be expected to produce an incongruous blending of christian and pagan cosmogony such as is here dealt with. but another and more important question arises in connection with the initial chapters of the "popol vuh"--those which give an account of the kiché creation-myth. under the veneer of biblical cosmogony the original myth would appear to be the sum of more than one native creation-story. we have here a number of beings, each of whom appear in some manner to exercise the function of a creator, and it might be gathered from this that the account now before us was produced by the fusion and reconciliation of more than one legend connected with the creation--a reconciliation of early rival faiths. we have to guide us in this the proved facts of a composite peruvian cosmogony. the ruling inca caste skilfully welded together no less than four early creation-myths, reserving for their own divine ancestors the headship of the heavens. and it is not unreasonable to believe that the diverse ethnological elements of which the maya-kiché people were undoubtedly composed possessed divergent cosmogonies, which were reconciled to one another in the later traditional versions of the "popol vuh." this would lead to the further supposition that the "popol vuh" is a monument of very considerable antiquity. the fusion of religious beliefs is, even with savages, a work of many generations. it would be rash to attempt to discover any approximate date for the original conception of the "popol vuh." the only version which we possess is that now under review, and as the lack of an earlier version makes comparison impossible, we are thus without the guidance with which the criteria of philology would undoubtedly furnish us. that the mayan civilisation was of very considerable antiquity is possible, although no adequate proof exists for the assumption. this much is certain: that at the period of the conquest written language was still in a state of transition from the pictographic to the phonetic-ideographic stage, and that therefore no version of the "popol vuh" which had been fixed by its receiving literary form could have long existed. it is much more probable that it existed for many generations by being handed down from mouth to mouth--a manner of literary preservation exceedingly common with the american peoples. the memories of the natives of america were and still are matter for astonishment for all who come into contact with them. the conquistadores were astounded at the ease with which the mexicans could recite poems and orations of stupendous length, and numerous instances of indian feats of mnemonics are on record. it is worthy of notice that the kiché myth embodies the general aboriginal idea of creation which prevailed in the new world. in many of them the central idea of creation is supplied by the brooding of a great bird over the dark primeval waste of waters. thus the athapascans thought that a mighty raven, with eyes of fire and wings whose clapping was as the thunder, descended to the ocean and raised the earth to its surface. [ ] the muscokis believed that a couple of pigeons, skimming the surface of the deep, espied a blade of grass upon its surface, which slowly evolved into the dry land. [ ] the zuñis imagined that awonawilona, the all-father, so impregnated the waters that a scum appeared upon their surface which became the earth and sky. [ ] the iroquois said that their female ancestor, expelled from heaven by her angry spouse, landed upon the sea, from which mud at once arose. the mixtecs imagined that two winds--those of the nine serpents and the nine caverns--under the guise of a bird and a winged serpent respectively, caused the waters to subside and the land to appear. the costa rican guaymis related, according to melendez, that noncomala waded into the water and met the water-nymph rutbe, who bore him twins, the sun and moon. in all these accounts, from widely divergent nations, it is surprising to note such unanimity of belief; and when the tenacity of legend is borne in mind, it is perhaps not too rash to state a belief in an original american creation-myth, which seems none the less possible when the fact of the ethnological unity among the american tribes is remembered. it is by no means difficult to satisfactorily prove the genuine american character of the "popol vuh." in its case reading is believing. macpherson, in his preface to the first edition of the poems of ossian, says of an "ingenious gentleman" that ere he had read the poems he thought and remarked that a man diffident of his abilities might well ascribe these compositions to a person living in a remote antiquity; but when he had perused them his sentiments were changed. he found they abounded too much with those ideas that only belong to an early state of society to be the work of a modern poet. however this may apply to the reputed compositions of the goidelic bard, there can be no doubt that it can be used with justice as regards the "popol vuh." to any one who has given it a careful examination it must be abundantly evident that it is a composition that has passed through several stages of development; that it is unquestionably of aboriginal origin; and that it has only been influenced by european thought in a secondary and unessential manner. the very fact that it was composed in the kiché tongue is almost sufficient proof of its genuine american character. the scholarship of the nineteenth century was unequal to the adequate translation of the "popol vuh"; the twentieth century has as yet shown no signs of being able to accomplish the task. it is, therefore, not difficult to credit that if modern scholarship is unable to properly translate the work, that of the eighteenth century was unable to create it; no european of that epoch was sufficiently versed in kiché theology and history to compose in faultless kiché such a work as the "popol vuh," breathing as it does in every line an intimate and natural acquaintance with the antiquities of guatemala. the "popol vuh" is not the only mythi-historical work composed by an aboriginal american. in mexico ixtlilxochitl, and in peru garcilasso de la vega, wrote exhaustive treatises upon the history and customs of their native countrymen shortly after the conquests of mexico and peru, and hieroglyphic records, such as the "wallam olum," are not unknown among the north american indians. in fact, the intelligence which fails to regard the "popol vuh" as a genuine aboriginal production must be more sceptical than critical. kichÉ and mexican mythology the connection of kiché and mayan mythology with that of mexico is obvious, but not altogether proven. it is possible that the main lines of the three systems were similar; that certain great deities like gucumatz were common to all, but that the inclusion of local gods lent a very different complexion to the three mythologies. it also seems not unreasonable to suppose that the kiché people must have been more liable to influence from the south, that is, from the north of south america. the inclusion of an antillean deity (hurakan) in their pantheon practically proves that they were, and their relative proximity to the caribs--the great maritime race of america--leads to the assumption that they may have been influenced by those roving merchants and sailors more or less profoundly. this, however, can only be matter for surmise, and, however strong the probabilities seem in favour of such a theory, proof is wanting to strengthen it. the pantheon of the "popol vuh" it must be remembered that we are dealing with kiché and not with mayan mythology. although the two had much in common, it would be most unsafe in the present state of knowledge to attempt to identify kiché with mayan deities; such an attempt would, indeed, assume the bulk of a formidable treatise. scholarship at the present time hesitates to designate the representations of mayan gods on the walls of "buried" cities otherwise than by a letter of the alphabet, and it is therefore wise to thoroughly ignore the question of mayan affinities in dealing with myths purely kiché. this does not apply to the kiché-mexican affinities. mexican and kiché deities are mostly known quantities, but this cannot be said of their mayan congenors. the reason for this is that until mayan myth is reconciled with the evidence of the mayan monuments no certitude can be arrived at. this cannot well be achieved until the mayan hieroglyphs give up their secret, a contingency of which there is no immediate likelihood. bearing this in mind, we may proceed to a brief consideration of the kiché pantheon and its probable mexican affinities. almost at the beginning we encounter a pair of masculine-feminine beings of a type nearly hermaphroditic, named xpiyacoc and xmucane, who are credited with a considerable share of the creation of organic life in the kiché cosmogony. these, we will remember, appeared in the myth of vukub-cakix and elsewhere. the first appears to apply to the paternal function, whilst the name xmucane is derived from words signifying "feminine vigour." the mexican equivalents of these gods were probably cipactonatl and oxomoco, the "father and mother gods." [ ] deities who early arrest our attention are tepeu, gucumatz and hurakan. the name of the first signifies "king." according to brinton this in kiché applies to rulership chiefly, inasmuch as the conjugal prowess often ascribed to monarchs by savage people is concerned. a creative faculty is obviously indicated in the name, but brinton assumes that this kiché generic name for king can also be rendered "syphilitic," especially as the name of the mexican sun-god nanahuatl has a similar significance. that tepeu was a generative force, a creative deity, there can be no doubt, but strangely enough in certain passages of the "popol vuh" we find him praying to and rendering homage to hurakan, the "heart of heaven." we also find the latter along with xpiyacoc, xmucane and tepeu jointly and severally responsible for the creation of the mannikins, if not for the whole cosmological scheme. this, of course, bears out the assumption of a composite origin of the creation-myth in the "popol vuh," but it is nevertheless strange to find hurakan, whom we must reckon an alien deity, at the head of these olympic councils. cucumatz is one and the same with the nahuatlacan--or, more properly speaking, toltecan quetzalcohuatl. the name is compounded from two kiché words signifying "feathered serpent," and its meaning in the nahuatl is precisely the same. concerning the nature of this deity, there is probably more difference of opinion than in the case of any other known to comparative mythology. strangely enough, although unquestionably an alien in the mythology of the aztecan branch of the nahuatlacâ, he bulks more largely in the myths of that people than in the legends of the kichés. to the aztecâ he seems to have appeared as a half-friendly baal, to worship or revile according to the opportunism of national fortune. if he were here to be dealt with as his importance demands the limits of this monograph would speedily be surpassed. although unquestionably the same god to both mexicans and kichés, he had acquired a significance in aztecan eyes quite out of all proportion to his kiché or mayan importance. to the aztecan mind he was a culture-hero, unalterably associated with the sun, and with the origins of their civilisation. to the toltecs he was the "man of the sun," the traveller, who, with staff in hand, symbolised the daily journey of the sun-god. in all likelihood quetzalcohuatl was evolved upon mexican soil by the toltecs, perhaps adopted from some older cultus by them. he was at least worshipped sedulously by aboriginal or pre-aztecan tribes in anahuac. mr. payne writes: [ ] "the fact that the worship of quetzalcohuatl under the name of cuculcan or gucumatz was extensively prevalent in yucatan and central america, while no trace is found of the worship of tezcatlipoca, strongly suggests that the founders of the central american pueblos (the toltecs) were, in fact, devotees of quetzalcohuatl, who preferred exile and adventure in strange lands to accepting a religious innovation which was intolerable to them." that quetzalcohuatl was not an aboriginal maya-kiché deity is proved by the relative importance granted him by a people--the aztecâ--to whom he was alien; and that they regarded him as the aboriginal god of anahuac par excellence is indisputable. hurakan, the winged creative power, is the wind of the tempest. [ ] in the "popol vuh" he is designated "the heart of heaven." he is parallel with if not identical to the aztecan deity tezcatlipoca, who in his variant of yoalli-ehecatl (the wind of night) was supplicated by the aztecâ as the life-breath. [ ] elsewhere we have hinted that tezcatlipoca may have been an ice-god. [ ] mr. payne sees in him an elaboration of the vision of death in a polished "scrying"-stone, which seems possible but scarcely probable. hurakan was in all likelihood derived from an original deity of the antilles. [ ] the term "hurricane" is said to have originated from the name of this god, and although the direct evidence for this is scanty, other circumstances place the connection beyond reasonable doubt. hurakan is also alluded to in the "popol vuh," as "the strong serpent," and "he who hurls below," referring to his presence in the lightning. brinton is of opinion that the name hurakan signifies "giant," but the sequence of proof is not altogether convincing. hurakan had the assistance of three demiurges, named respectively cakulha-hurakan (lightning), chipi-cakulha (lightning-flash), and raxa-cakulha (track-of-the-lightning). hun-ahpu and xbalanque, who appear in the first myth proper--that of the destruction of vukub-cakix, are certainly "of the gods," but seem to be only demi-gods. they are constantly alluded to as "young men." brasseur de bourbourg, who saw in the vukub-cakix myth the struggle between the toltecs and the invading nahuatlacâ, believed these hero-gods to be equivalents of tezcatlipoca and nanahuatl, but the resemblance appears to exist merely in the martial character of the deities, and is hardly noticeable in other details. hun-ahpu would appear to signify "the master," but brinton translates the name as "magician." it may have a reconciliatory translation as "adept." a variant is the name of his father hun-hun-ahpu, "each-one-a-magician," and some confusion is apparent in the vukub-cakix myth between the two names; but as the abbé brasseur de bourbourg so justly observes, "these names are so symbolic in character that their absolute elucidation is impossible." xbalanque signifies "little tiger." "the gods of the kichés were legion," but the foregoing list embraces practically all the deities proper with whom we have to deal in the "popol vuh." the vukub-cakix myth the outstanding point of interest in the myth of vukub-cakix and his two sons is its terrestrial significance. that they were of the earth as truly as were the jotuns of scandinavian mythology there can be no doubt. like the jotuns or the titans, vukub-cakix and his progeny are made from the earth, and the parent giant is a living representation of its surface. xpiyacoc and xmucane remove his emerald teeth, and replace them with maize grains--surely a mythical interpretation or allegory of the removal of the green virgin turf of the earth, and its replacement by the maize seed. it is further worthy of notice that the maize is placed in vukub-cakix's mouth by divine beings. in the third book of the "popol vuh" it is stated that the gods gave maize to man. it was, indeed, brought to earth from heaven by the sacred animals. book ii. commented upon the second book of the "popol vuh" is the most interesting of the four from a mythological point of view. that it treats of the dealings of the kichés with the aboriginal people of the district they afterwards inhabited is not unlikely. although the opinion of brasseur that xibalba was a prehistoric state which had palenque for its capital is an exaggeration of whatsoever kernel of fact may be contained in the myth, yet it is not unlikely that the abbé, who so often astonishes without illuminating, has in this instance come near the truth. the cliff-dwellings of mexico and colorado have of late years aroused speculation as to the aboriginal or directly prehistoric peoples of these regions. the "popol vuh" definitely describes xibalba as the metropolis of an "underworld"; and with such examples as that of the cliff palace cañon in colorado before us, it is difficult to think that allusion is not made to some such semi-underground abode. there the living rock has been excavated to a considerable distance, advantage being taken of a huge natural recess to secure greater depth than could possibly have been attained by human agency, and in this immense alcove the ruins of a veritable city may still be seen, almost as well preserved as in the days of its evacuation, its towers, battlements and houses being as well marked and as plainly discernible as are the ruins of philæ. it is then not unreasonable to suppose that in a more northerly home the kichés may have warred with a race which dwelt in some such subterranean locality. a people's idea of an "otherworld" is often coloured by the configuration of their own country. one thing is certain: a hell, an abode of bad spirits as distinguished from beneficent gods, xibalba was not. the american indian was innocent of the idea of maleficent deities pitted in everlasting warfare against good and life-giving gods until contact with the whites coloured his mythology with their idea of the dual nature of supernatural beings. [ ] the transcriber of the "popol vuh" makes this clear so far as kiché belief went. dimly conscious that the "popol vuh" was coloured by his agency with the opinions of a lately adopted christianity, he says of the lords of xibalba, hun-came and vukub-came: "in the old times they did not have much power. they were but annoyers and opposers of men, and, in truth, they were not regarded as gods." if not regarded as gods, then, what were they? "the devil," says cogolludo of the mayas, "is called by them xibilba, which means he who disappears or vanishes." the derivation of xibalba is from a root meaning "to fear" from which comes the name for a ghost or phantom. xibalba was, then, the place of phantoms. but it was not the place of torment, the abode of a devil who presided over punishment. the idea of sin is weak in the savage mind; and the idea of punishment for sin in a future state is unknown in pre-christian american mythology. "under the influence of christian catechising," says brinton, "the quiché legends portray this really as a place of torment, and its rulers as malignant and powerful; but as i have before pointed out they do so protesting that such was not the ancient belief, and they let fall no word that shows that it was regarded as the destination of the morally bad. the original meaning of the name given by cogolludo points unmistakably to the simple fact of disappearance from among men, and corresponds in harmlessness to the true sense of those words of fear, scheol, hades, hell, all signifying hidden from sight, and only endowed with more grim associations by the imaginations of later generations." the idea of consigning elder peoples, who have been displaced in the land to an underworld, is not uncommon in mythology. the xibalbans, or aborigines, were perhaps cave- or earth-dwellers like the picts of scottish folk-lore, gnomeish, and full of elvish tricks, as such folk usually are. vanished people are, too, often classed with the dead, or as lords of the dead. it is well known, also, that legend speedily crystallises around the name of a dispossessed race, to whom is attributed every description of magic art. this is sometimes accounted for by the fact that the displaced people possessed a higher culture than their invaders, and sometimes, probably, by the dread which all barbarian peoples have of a religion in any way differing from their own. thus the norwegians credited the finns--their predecessors in norway--with tremendous magical powers, and similar instances of respectful timidity shown by invading races towards the original inhabitants of the country they had conquered could readily be multiplied. to be tricked the barbarian regards as a mortal indignity, as witness the wrath of thor in jotunheim, comparable with the sensitiveness of hun-ahpu and xbalanque lest they should be outwitted by the xibalbans. the harrying of xibalba the doings of hun-ahpu and xbalanque, in xibalba, may be regarded either as the kiché account of the adventures of two veritable heroes in a new land, or as the visitation of divine beings to hades for the express purpose of conquering death. but by the period of the formation of the myth it is probable that xibalba had become confounded with the place of the dead, and was regarded as a fit theatre for the prodigies of craft and valour of the young hero-gods. the kiché hades had, in fact, evolved from the old northern home, exactly as had the mexican mictlan, which, although a subterranean locality, was also, and separately, a northern country. a complete place of the dead had been established, and the gods, to show their contempt of death, must descend thereto and emerge triumphant. the idea of metempsychosis was known to the american aboriginal mind. "we indians shall not for ever die; even the grains of corn we put under the earth grow up and become living things," is the noble and touching reply of a chief to the interrogation of a moravian brother, regarding the native belief in immortality. [ ] man must have the example of the gods, if he wishes to live in peace and quiet assurance of immortality. and just as we believe that our god descended into hell and vanquished sin and death, so did these simple people gain strength to face eternity from the thought that they had been preceded in the dark journey by the immortals. it is evident that the divine brothers feared ridicule, and profiting from the disasters of their father and uncle made sure of knowing the names of the chief xibalbans ere they set out. in like manner they avoided making an obeisance to the dummy figures to which their predecessors had bowed so profoundly. the american savage, grave and reserved, cannot abide ridicule. he shrinks from it in a manner which a less self-regarding or a more self-assured people cannot comprehend. the other tests--the "house of tigers," and the "house of cold," and the various torments mentioned in the second book are much what might be expected from a barbarian idea of death--no more horrible, perhaps, than the european idea of hell in the middle ages, certainly not more fear-compelling than the picture of dante. the american peoples are at one in their belief in a paradise, a place of joy, if not of reward. their hades appears to have been reserved almost entirely for the unillustrious. paradise in some american mythologies, notably in that of mexico, and perhaps in that of peru, is nothing more than a preserve of the great; the poor might not enter therein, no more than might the coward pass the gates of the norse valhalla. it was to mictlan or supay, then, that the popular mind turned. how did the american peoples regard this drear abode? to enter it one must cross a deep and swift river by means of a bridge formed of a slender tree, said the hurons and iroquois to the first missionaries. on this frail passage the soul must defend itself from the attacks of a savage dog. [ ] the chepewayan athapascans told of a great water which the soul must cross in a stone canoe; the chilians, of a western sea, where toll must be given to an evil hag, who plucked out an eye if payment were not forthcoming; the algonquins, of a stream bridged by an enormous snake. the aztecs called this river chicunoapa, the nine rivers, where the departed must pay toll to a dog and a dragon. it will be recollected that the brothers in the "popol vuh," cross a river of blood. this almost certainly alludes to the ocean under the red beams of the setting sun, towards which all these voyages are made. the hero-gods in the myth voluntarily succumb to the power of the lords of death, and after being burned their bones are ground in a mill and thrown into the waters. the belief was almost universal in america that the soul resided in the bones. the bones were the basis of the man. flesh would readily perish, but would return to clothe this more lasting foundation. so in many tribes the bones of the dead were carefully preserved. in all central american countries the bones of distinguished persons were preserved in temples or council-houses in the small chests made of cane mentioned by the chroniclers of de soto's expedition. this, too, may possibly have been the origin of mummification in peru. in egypt all the members and intestines must be preserved, in peru only the bones. the state of comparative desiccation in which most peruvian mummies are discovered proves that the preservation of the flesh or organs was not regarded as a necessity. the game of ball figures very largely throughout the third book. the father and uncle of the young hero-gods were worsted in their favourite sport by the xibalbans, but hun-ahpu and xbalanque in their turn vanquish the lords of the underworld. this may have resembled the mexican game of tlachtli, which was played in an enclosed court with a rubber ball between two opposite sides, each of two or three players. it was, in fact, not unlike hockey. this game of ball between the powers of light and the powers of darkness is somewhat reminiscent of that between ormuzd and ahriman in persian myth. the game of tlachtli had a symbolic reference to stellar motions. [ ] book iii. commented upon we are here engaged with the problem which the origin of man presented to the kiché mind, and we shall find that its solution bears a remarkable likeness to that of similar american myths. we seldom hear of one first-created being. in the creation-myths of the new world four brothers are usually the progenitors of the human race. man in these myths is nearly always earth-born. he and his fellows emerge from some cavern or subterranean place, fully grown and fully armed. thus the blackfoot indians emerged from nina-stahu, a peak in the rockies. in the centre of nunne chaha, the high hill, was a cavern, the house of the master of breath, whence came the choctaws. the peruvians come from pacari tambu, the house of the dawn, near cuzco, and an ancient legend of the aztecâ states that they came from chicomoztoc, the seven caverns, to the north of mexico. we find the first mayan men speedily engaged in migration. such must always be the life of the unsettled and unagricultural savage. he multiplies. gods are given to each tribe. these he bears to a new country. in fact we have a complete migration myth in the third book of the "popol vuh," and there are not wanting signs to show that this migration took place from the cold north to the warm south. the principal item of proof in favour of such a theory is, of course, the statement that the sun was "not at first born," and that at a later stage of the journey, when his beams appeared upon the horizon, it was as a weaker and dimmer luminary that he seemed to the wanderers than in after years. the allusion to "shining sand," by the aid of which they crossed rivers, may mean that they forded them when covered with ice. the whole myth is so strikingly akin to the aztecân migration-myth given in the mexican ms. in the boturini collection (no. , sec. viii.) that we cannot refrain from appending a short passage from the latter: "this is the beginning of the record of the coming of the mexicans from the place called aztlan. it is by means of the water that they came this way, being four tribes, and in coming they rowed in boats. they built their huts on piles at the place called the grotto of quinevayan. it is there from which the eight tribes issued. the first tribe is that of the huexotzincos, the second tribe the chalcas, the third the xochimilcas, the fourth the cuitlavacas, the fifth the mallinalcas, the sixth the chicimecas, the seventh the tepanecas, the eighth the matlatzincas. it is there where they were founded in colhuacan. they were the colonists of it since they landed there, coming from aztlan.... it is there that they soon afterwards went away from, carrying before them the god [ ] vitzillopochtli, which they had adopted for their god.... they came out of four places, when they went forward travelling this way.... there the eight tribes opened up our road by water." we find a similar myth in the wallam olum, or painted records of the lenape indians. "after the flood," says this record, "the lenape with the manly turtle beings dwelt close together at the cave house and dwelling of talli.... they saw that the snake land was bright and wealthy. having all agreed, they went over the water of the frozen sea to possess the land. it was wonderful when they all went over the smooth deep water of the frozen sea at the gap of snake sea in the great ocean" . we thus see that the third book of the "popol vuh" is a migration saga of a type not uncommon in america. asiatic tribes may have come down from the chi-pixab of the "popol vuh" to british columbia, and thence by easy stages to central america. and the third book of the "popol vuh" may be the distant echo of a mighty wave of colonisation, whose sound swept the entire surface of the new world. early spanish authors and the "popol vuh" it cannot be said that the early spanish authors upon the affairs of yucatan either corroborate or discredit the contents of the "popol vuh" in any way. to begin with, landa, cogolludo, and las casas confine themselves more to yucatan proper than to guatemala, and their remarks upon native belief, in so far as they illustrate the "popol vuh" at all, are really references to mayan myths. palacios is meagre in his references to any native beliefs, and the works of all four are so coloured by the phantasies of mediæval theology that, although interesting, they possess little real value. so far, in fact, as they throw light upon the "popol vuh" they might be safely ignored, and they are only given as works of reference in the bibliography for the sake of completeness. they are, however, most valuable for the study of mayan mythology proper, and for complete understanding of the "popol vuh" and of kiché mythology in general, knowledge of mayan myth is necessary. evidence of metrical composition there is not wanting evidence to show that, like most barbarous compositions which depended for their popularity upon the ease with which they could be memorised, the "popol vuh" was originally composed in metre. passages here and there show a decided metrical tendency, as: "ama x-u ch'ux ri vuch ve, x-cha ri mama. ta chi xaquinic quate ta chi gekumarchic cahmul xaquin ri mama ca xaquin-vuch" ca cha vinak vacamic. which is translated: "is the dawn about to be? yes, answered the old man. then he spread apart his legs. again the darkness appeared. four times the old man spread his legs. now the opossum spreads his legs"-- say the people. [ ] the first line almost scans in iambics (english style), and the fifth is perfect, except for the truncation in the fourth foot. the others appear to us to consist of that alternation of sustained feet--musically represented by a semibreve--with pyrrhics, which is characteristic of nearly all savage dance-poetry. father coto, a missionary, observes that the natives were fond of telling long stories and of repeating chants, keeping time to them in those dances of which all the american aboriginal peoples appear to have been so fond--and still are, as baron nordenskjöld has recently discovered in the aymara country. these chants were called nugum tzih, or "garlands of words," and although the native compiler of the "popol vuh" appears to have been unable to recollect the precise rhythm of the whole, many passages attest its original odic character. note.--the pronunciation of x in kiché equals sh. ch is pronounced hard, as in the scottish "loch," and c hard, like k. bibliographical appendix the various works which contain notices of the "popol vuh" and the kindred questions of mayan and kiché mythology are so difficult of access to the majority of readers that it has been thought best to divide them into two classes: ( ) those which can be more or less readily purchased, and which are, naturally, of more recent origin; and ( ) those which are not easy to come by, and which, generally speaking, are the work of spanish priests and colonists of the sixteenth, seventeenth, and eighteenth centuries. i the work on the subject which is most easily obtained, and indeed the only work which gives the original kiché text, is that of the abbé brasseur de bourbourg, "vuh popol: le livre sacré de quichés et les mythes de l'antiquité américaine." the kiché text was translated by the assistance of natives into french, and the translation is more or less inaccurate. the notes and introduction must be read by the student with the greatest caution. it was published at paris in . ximenes' translation into spanish of the "popol vuh" and that of gavarrete are about of equal value, rather inaccurate, and accompanied by scanty notes. the title of the first is "las historias del origin de los indios de guatemala, par el r. p. f. francisco ximenes (vienna, ), and of the second, "el popol vuh," (san salvador ). this exhausts the list of works written exclusively concerning the "popol vuh." the other works of brasseur and those of brinton contain more or less numerous allusions to it, but references to it in standard works of mythology are exceedingly rare. the only other works which have a bearing upon the subject are those upon mayan and kiché mythology, or which, among other matter, historical or political, refer to it in any way. the most important of these are: dr. otto stoll--"ethnographie der republik guatemala." ---- "ethnologie der indianerstämme von guatemala." scherzer--"die indianer von santa catalina istlavacan." müller--"geschichte der amerikanischen urreligion" ( ). e. förstemann--"commentary on the maya manuscript," in the royal public library of dresden. translation from the german by s. wesselhoeft and a. m. parker (harvard university, ). e. seler--"Über den ursprung der mittelamerikanischen kulturen" ( ). ---- "ein wintersemester in mexico und yucatan" ( ). ---- "codex fejerváry-mayer" (berlin, ). p. schellhas--"representation of deities of the maya manuscripts," translated by s. wesselhoeft and a. m. parker (cambridge, mass., ). cyrus thomas--"the maya year," washington, . ---- "notes on maya and mexican manuscripts." w. fewkes--"the god 'd' in the codex cortesianus," (washington, ). all these works relate more or less entirely to mayan mythology, and are chiefly valuable as illustrating the connection between the kiché and mayan mythologies. it must be understood that this is not a list of works relating to mayan antiquities, but only a list of such works as refer at the tame time to mayan and kiché mythology. the brief essay of the late professor max müller upon the "popol vuh" is of little or no value except as a statement in favour of its authenticity. it gives little or no information concerning the work, and is, indeed, chiefly concerned with the authenticity and nature of north american picture-drawings. ii the principal works of the older spanish authors, which in any way relate to the myths of maya-kiché peoples, are: las casas--"historia de los indias" ( ). cogolludo--"historia de yucathan" ( ). diego de landa--"relacion de los cosas de yucatan" (translated into french, and edited by brasseur). ximenes--"escolias à los historias del origèn de los indios" (circa, ). palacios--"description de la provincia de guatemala" (in the collection of ternaux-compans). juarros--"historia de guatimala." notes note . (page ) much that is absurd has been written concerning the antiquity of the ruined cities of central america, and some authors have not hesitated to place their foundation in an antiquity beside which the pre-dynastic buildings of egypt would appear quite recent. but that they were abandoned not long before the columbian era is now generally admitted. see winsor's "narrative and critical history of america," chap, iii., and the works of charnay, maler, maudslay, and gordon, for modern opinion upon the subject; also the various monographs contained in the more recent volumes of the u.s. bureau of ethnology's annual report. that a very respectable antiquity belongs to several sites is, however, certain; and competent authorities have not hesitated to ascribe to some of the ruins an age of not less than two thousand years. note . (page ) payne has made it abundantly clear to our mind that the original seat of the nahuatlacâ (which included both toltecs and aztecs) was in british columbia (see his "history of america," vol. ii. p. et seq.). he thinks they there occupied a position southerly to that of the athapascan stock, and were probably the first northern people to come into contact with tribes possessed of the maize plant. the knowledge of this staple, he infers, spread rapidly among the northern peoples, and induced them to hasten their southern colonisation, but it does not appear to us probable that this would be an inducement to a savage flesh-eating people averse to a life of agricultural labour. the whole question of pre-historic american migration, and of the gradual civilisation by maize of the peoples who came within its zone, is most admirably discussed in vol. xix. of "the history of north america," by w. j. magee and cyrus thomas (philadelphia, george barrie and sons), published march . the knowledge contained in this work is the outcome of a lifetime's labour in the u.s. bureau of ethnology, and its learned authors have undoubtedly produced a monumental treatise which it will take many a generation of research to supersede, if, indeed, that is possible. note . (page ) the authorities for the settlement of the toltecs in yucatan are the tezcucan chronicler ixtlilxochitl, and torquemada, who both allege that the immigrants went to campeachy and the south. note . (page ) there appear to be grounds for believing that the parent deities xpiyacoc and xmucane are but derivations from gucumatz, and represent the male and female attributes of that god. in the "popol vuh" they are spoken of as being "covered with green feathers," the usual description of gucumatz; but it is, of course, possible that they may have received some of his attributes in the general jumble of myths which, we have attempted to show, exists in the first book. gucumatz, it will be remembered, is quetzalcohuatl in another form, and the latter is often represented in the papyri as having a woman sitting opposite to him. she does not, however, appear to be at all analogous to messrs. förstemann and schellhas's "goddess i," whom i take to represent the mayan equivalent of xmucane, and who wears on her head the knotted serpent, a reptile characteristic of quetzalcohuatl. note . (page ) the wallam-olum (painted records) of the leni lenape indians have often been called into question as regards their authenticity, but the evidence of lederer, humboldt, heckewelder, tanner, loskiel, beatty, and rafinesque, all of whom professed to have seen them, rather discounts such unbelief in their existence. they consisted of picture-writings, or hieroglyphs, each of which applied to a whole verse, or many words. the ideas were, in fact, amalgamated in a compound system, and bear exactly the same relation to written language as the american tongues did to spoken language; that is, they were of an agglutinative type, a linguistic form where several words are welded into one. there are several series, one of which records the doings of the tribes immediately subsequent to the creation. another series relates to their doings in america, and consists of seven songs, four of sixteen verses of four words each, and three of twenty verses of three words each "it begins at the arrival in america," says rafinesque ("the american nations"), "and is continued without hardly any interruption till the arrival of the european colonists towards ." but this second series is a mere meagre catalogue of kings. footnotes [ ] mexico, oct. , . [ ] large hollowed stones used by the women for bruising maize. [ ] the kiché words are onomatopoetic--"holi, holi, huqi, huqi." [ ] zipac signifies "cockspur," and i take the name to signify also "thrower-up of earth." the connection is obvious. [ ] near vera paz. [ ] hurakan. [ ] "history of the fur trade," mackenzie, p. . [ ] schoolcraft, "indian tribes," i. p. . [ ] cushing, "zuñi creation myths." [ ] see note at end. [ ] "history of the new world." [ ] oviedo, "historia del l'indie," lib. vi. cap. iii. [ ] sahagun, lib. ii. ch. ii. [ ] "mythologies of ancient mexico and peru" ("religions ancient and modern" series). [ ] oviedo, brasseur de bourbourg. [ ] see brinton, "myths of the new world," chap. ii. [ ] loskiel, "ges. der miss. der evang. brüder." [ ] "rel. de la nouv. france," . [ ] j. w. fewkes in jour. amer. folk-lore, , p. ; f. h. cushing in "amer. anthropologist," , p. et seq. [ ] in the mexican text the spanish word "diablo" has been interpolated by the mexican scribes, as no mexican word for "devil" exists. the scribe was, of course, under priestly influence; hence the "diablo." [ ] this passage obviously applies to a descriptive dance emblematic of sunrise. tramping through mexico, guatemala and honduras being the random notes of an incurable vagabond by harry a. franck author of "a vagabond journey around the world," "zone policeman ," etc. illustrated with photographs by the author to the mexican peon with sincerest wishes for his ultimate emancipation foreword this simple story of a journey southward grew up of itself. planning a comprehensive exploration of south america, i concluded to reach that continent by some less monotonous route than the steamship's track; and herewith is presented the unadorned narrative of what i saw on the way,--the day-by-day experiences in rambling over bad roads and into worse lodging-places that infallibly befall all who venture afield south of the rio grande. the present account joins up with that of five months on the canal zone, already published, clearing the stage for a larger forthcoming volume on south america giving the concrete results of four unbroken years of latin-american travel. harry a. franck. new york, may, . table of contents i into the cooler south ii tramping the byways iii in a mexican mine iv round about lake chapala v on the trail in michoacÁn vi tenochtitlan of to-day vii tropical mexico viii hurrying through guatemala ix the ups and downs of honduras x the city of the silver hills list of illustrations a street of puebla, mexico, and the soledad church. the first glimpse of mexico. looking across the rio grande at laredo. a corner of monterey from my hotel window. a peon restaurant in the market-place of san luís potosí. a market woman of san luís potosí. some sold potatoes no larger than nuts. a policeman and an arriero. the former home, in dolores hidalgo, of the mexican "father of his country". rancho del capulín, where i ended the first day of tramping in mexico. view of the city of guanajuato. fellow-roadsters in mexico. some of the pigeon-holes of guanajuato's cemetery. a _pulque_ street-stand and one of its clients. prisoners washing in the patio of the former "alóndiga". drilling with compressed-air drills in a mine "heading". as each car passed i snatched a sample of its ore. working a "heading" by hand. peon miners being searched for stolen ore as they leave the mine. bricks of gold and silver ready for shipment. each is worth something like $ . in a natural amphitheater of guanajuato the american miners of the region gather on sundays for a game of baseball. some of the peons under my charge about to leave the mine. the easiest way to carry a knapsack--on a peon's back. the ore thieves of peregrina being led away to prison. one of mexico's countless "armies". vendors of strawberries at the station of irapuato. the wall of guadalajara penitentiary against which prisoners are shot. the liver-shaking stagecoach from atequisa to chapala. lake chapala from the estate of ribero castellanos. the head farmer of the estate under an aged fig-tree. a mexican village. making glazed floor tiles on a mexican estate. vast seas of indian corn stretch to pine-clad hills, while around them are guard-shacks at frequent intervals. interior of a mexican hut at cooking time. fall plowing near patzcuaro. modern transportation along the ancient highway from tzintzuntzan, the former tarascan capital. in the church of ancient tzintzuntzan is a "descent from the cross" ascribed to titian. indians waiting outside the door of the priest's house in tzintzuntzan. a corner of morelia, capital of michoacán, and its ancient aqueduct. the spot and hour in which maximilian was shot, with the chapel since erected by austria. the market of tlaxcala, the ancient inhabitants of which aided cortez in the conquest of mexico. a _rural_ of the state of tlaxcala on guard before a barracks. a part of puebla, looking toward the peak of orizaba. popocatepetl and the artificial hill of cholula on which the aztecs had a famous temple, overthrown by cortez. a typical mexican of the lowlands of tehuantepec. a typical mexican boy of the highlands. looking down on maltrata as the train begins its descent. a residence of the isthmus of tehuantepec. on the banks of the coatzacoalcos, isthmus of tehuantepec. women of tehuantepec in the market-place. on the hillside above tehuantepec are dwellings partly dug out of the cliffs. a rear-view of the remarkable head-dress of the women of tehuantepec, and one of their decorated bowls. a woman of northern guatemala. a station of the "pan-american" south of tehuantepec. an indian boy of guatemala on his way home from market. three "gringoes" on the tramp from the mexican boundary to the railway of guatemala. inside the race-track at guatemala city is a relief map of the entire country. one of the jungle-hidden ruins of quiraguá. the last house in guatemala, near the boundary of honduras. a woman shelling corn for my first meal in honduras. a vista of honduras from a hillside, to which i climbed after losing the trail. a resident of santa rosa, victim of the hook-worm. the chief monument of the ruins of copán. i topped a ridge and caught sight at last of santa rosa, first town of any size in honduras. soldiers of santa rosa eating in the market-place. christmas dinner on the road in honduras. several times i met the families of soldiers tramping northward with all their possessions. a fellow-roadster behind one of my cigars. an arriero carrying a bundle of santa rosa cigars on his own back as he drives his similarly laden animals. the great military force of esperanza compelled to draw up and face my camera. the prisoners in their chains form an interested audience across the street. honduras, the land of great depths. a corner of tegucigalpa. the "west pointers" of honduras in their barracks, a part of the national palace. view of tegucigalpa from the top of picacho. repairing the highway from tegucigalpa to the coast. a family of honduras. approaching sabana grande, the first night's stop on the tramp to the coast. a beef just butchered and hung out in the sun. a dwelling on the hot lands of the coast, and its scantily clad inhabitants. along the pasoreal river. the mozo pauses for a drink on the trail. one way of transporting merchandise from the coast to tegucigalpa. the other way of bringing goods up to the capital. the garrison of amapala. marooned "gringoes" waiting with what patience possible at the "hotel morazán," amapala. unloading cattle in the harbor of amapala. the steamer arrives at last that is to carry us south to panama. we lose no time in being rowed out to her. map the author's itinerary chapter i into the cooler south you are really in mexico before you get there. laredo is a purely--though not pure--mexican town with a slight american tinge. scores of dull-skinned men wander listlessly about trying to sell sticks of candy and the like from boards carried on their heads. there are not a dozen shops where the clerks speak even good pidgin english, most signs are in spanish, the lists of voters on the walls are chiefly of iberian origin, the very county officers from sheriff down--or up--are names the average american could not pronounce, and the saunterer in the streets may pass hours without hearing a word of english. even the post-office employees speak spanish by preference and i could not do the simplest business without resorting to that tongue. i am fond of spanish, but i do not relish being forced to use it in my own country. on laredo's rare breeze rides enough dust to build a new world. every street is inches deep in it, everything in town, including the minds of the inhabitants, is covered with it. as to heat--"cincinnati slim" put it in a nutshell even as we wandered in from the cattleyards where the freight train had dropped us in the small hours: "if ever hell gets full this'll do fine for an annex." luckily my window in the ruin that masqueraded as a hotel faced such wind as existed. the only person i saw in that institution during twenty-four hours there was a little mexican boy with a hand-broom, which he evidently carried as an ornament or a sign of office. it seemed a pity not to let mexico have the dust-laden, sweltering place if they want it so badly. i had not intended to lug into mexico such a load as i did. but it was a jewish holiday, and the pawnshops were closed. as i passed the lodge on the north end of the bridge over the languid, brown rio grande it was a genuine american voice that snapped: "heh! a nickel!" just beyond, but thirty-six minutes earlier, the mexican official stopped me with far more courtesy, and peered down into the corners of my battered "telescope" without disturbing the contents. "monterey?" he asked. "sí, señor." "no revólver?" he queried suspiciously. "no, señor," i answered, keeping the coat on my arm unostentatiously over my hip pocket. it wasn't a revolver; it was an automatic. the man who baedekerized mexico says nuevo laredo is not the place to judge that country. i was glad to hear it. its imitation of a street-car, eight feet long, was manned by two tawny children without uniforms, nor any great amount of substitute for them, who smoked cigarettes incessantly as we crawled dustily through the baked-mud hamlet to the decrepit shed that announced itself the station of the national railways of mexico. it was closed, of course. i waited an hour or more before two officials resplendent in uniforms drifted in to take up the waiting where i had left off. but it was a real train that pulled in toward three, from far-off st. louis, even if it had hooked on behind a second-class car with long wooden benches. for an hour we rambled across just such land as southern texas, endless flat sand scattered with chaparral, mesquite, and cactus; nowhere a sign of life, but for fences of one or two barb-wires on crooked sticks--not even bird life. the wind, strong and incessant as at sea, sounded as mournful through the thorny mesquite bushes as in our northern winters, even though here it brought relief rather than suffering. the sunshine was unbrokenly glorious. benches of stained wood in two-inch strips ran the entire length of our car, made in indiana. in the center were ten double back-to-back seats of the same material. the conductor was american, but as in texas he seemed to have little to do except to keep the train moving. the auditor, brakeman, and train-boy were mexicans, in similar uniforms, but of thinner physique and more brown of color. the former spoke fluent english. the engineer was american and the fireman a negro. far ahead, on either side, hazy high mountains appeared, as at sea. by the time we halted at lampazos, fine serrated ranges stood not far distant on either hand. from the east came a never-ceasing wind, stronger than that of the train, laden with a fine sand that crept in everywhere. mexican costumes had appeared at the very edge of the border; now there were even a few police under enormous hats, with tight trousers and short jackets showing a huge revolver at the hip. toward evening things grew somewhat greener. a tree six to twelve feet high, without branches, or sometimes with several trunk-like ones, growing larger from bottom to top and ending in a bristling bunch of leaves, became common. the mountains on both sides showed fantastic peaks and ridges, changing often in aspect; some, thousands of feet high with flat tableland tops, others in strange forms the imagination could animate into all manner of creatures. a goatherd, wild, tawny, bearded, dressed in sun-faded sheepskin, was seen now and then tending his flock of little white goats in the sand and cactus. this was said to be the rainy season in northern mexico. what must it be in the dry? toward five the sun set long before sunset, so high was the mountain wall on our right. the sand-storm had died down, and the sand gave way to rocks. the moon, almost full, already smiled down upon us over the wall on the left. we continued along the plain between the ranges, which later receded into the distance, as if retiring for the night. flat, mud-colored, palestinian adobe huts stood here and there in the moonlight among patches of a sort of palm bush. monterey proved quite a city. yet how the ways of the spaniard appeared even here! close as it is to the united states, with many american residents and much "americanizado," according to the mexican, the city is in architecture, arrangement, customs, just what it would be a hundred miles from madrid; almost every little detail of life is that of spain, with scarcely enough difference to suggest another country, to say nothing of another hemisphere. england brings to her colonies some of her home customs, but not an iota of what spain does to the lands she has conquered. the hiding of wealth behind a miserable facade is almost as universal in mexico of the twentieth century as in morocco of the fourth. the narrow streets of monterey have totally inadequate sidewalks on which two pedestrians pass, if at all, with the rubbing of shoulders. outwardly the long vista of bare house fronts that toe them on either side are dreary and poor, every window barred as those of a prison. yet in them sat well-dressed señoritas waiting for the lovers who "play the bear" to late hours of the night, and over their shoulders the passerby caught many a glimpse of richly furnished rooms and flowery patios beyond. the river catalina was drier than even the manzanares, its rocky bed, wide enough to hold the upper connecticut, entirely taken up by mule and donkey paths and set with the cloth booths of fruit sellers. as one moves south it grows cooler, and monterey, fifteen hundred feet above sea-level, was not so weighty in its heat as laredo and southern texas. but, on the other hand, being surrounded on most sides by mountains, it had less breeze, and the coatless freedom of texas was here looked down upon. during the hours about noonday the sun seemed to strike physically on the head and back whoever stepped out into it, and the smallest fleck of white cloud gave great and instant relief. from ten to four, more or less, the city was strangely quiet, as if more than half asleep, or away on a vacation, and over it hung that indefinable scent peculiar to arab and spanish countries. compared with spain, however, its night life and movement was slight. convicts in perpendicularly striped blue and white pajamas worked in the streets. that is, they moved once every twenty minutes or so, usually to roll a cigarette. they were without shackles, but several guards in brown uniforms and broad felt hats, armed with thick-set muskets, their chests criss-crossed with belts of long rifle cartridges, lolled in the shade of every near-by street corner. the prisoners laughed and chatted like men perfectly contented with their lot, and moved about with great freedom. one came a block to ask me the time, and loafed there some fifteen minutes before returning to his "labor." mexico is strikingly faithful to its native dress. barely across the rio grande the traveler sees at once hundreds of costumes which in any american city would draw on all the boy population as surely as the piper of hamelin. first and foremost comes always the enormous hat, commonly of thick felt with decorative tape, the crown at least a foot high, the brim surely three feet in diameter even when turned up sufficient to hold a half gallon of water. that of the peon is of straw; he too wears the skintight trousers, and goes barefoot but for a flat leather sandal held by a thong between the big toe and the rest. in details and color every dress was as varied and individual as the shades of complexion. my hotel room had a fine outlook to summer-blue mountains, but was blessed with neither mirror, towel, nor water. i descended to the alleyway between "dining-room" and barnyard, where i had seen the general washbasin, but found the landlady seated on the kitchen floor shelling into it peas for our _almuerzo_. this and the evening _comida_ were always identically the same. a cheerful but slatternly indian woman set before me a thin soup containing a piece of squash and a square of boiled beef, and eight hot corn tortillas of the size and shape of our pancakes, or _gkebis_, the arab bread, which it outdid in toughness and total absence of taste. next followed a plate of rice with peppers, a plate of tripe less tough than it should have been, and a plate of brown beans which was known by the name of _chile con carne_, but in which i never succeeded in finding anything carnal. every meal ended with a cup of the blackest coffee. out at the end of calle b a well-worn rocky path leads up to a ruined chapel on the summit of a hill, the famous obispado from which the city was shelled and taken by the americans in . below, monterey lies flat, with many low trees peering above the whitish houses, all set in a perfectly level plain giving a great sense of roominess, as if it could easily hold ten such cities. at the foot of the hill, some three hundred feet high, is an unoccupied space. then the city begins, leisurely at first, with few houses and many gardens and trees, thickening farther on. all about are mountains. the silla (saddle), a sharp rugged height backing the city on the right, has a notch in it much like the seat of a texas saddle; to the far left are fantastic sharp peaks, and across the plain a ragged range perhaps fifteen miles distant shuts off the view. behind the chapel stand los dientes, a teeth or saw-like range resembling that behind leceo in italy. only a young beggar and his female mate occupied the ruined chapel, built, like the town, of whitish stone that is soft when dug but hardens upon exposure to the air. they cooked on the littered floor of one of the dozen rooms, and all the walls of the chamber under the great dome were set with pegs for birds, absent now, but which had carpeted the floor with proof of their frequent presence. at five the sun set over the city, so high is the dientes range, but for some time still threw a soft light on the farther plain and hills. compared with our own land there is something profoundly peaceful in this climate and surroundings. now the sunshine slipped up off the farther ranges, showing only on the light band of clouds high above the farther horizon, and a pale-faced moon began to brighten, heralding a brilliant evening. fertile plains of corn stretched south of the city, but already dry, and soon giving way to mesquite and dust again. mountains never ceased, and lay fantastically heaped up on every side. we rose ever higher, though the train kept a moderate speed. at one station the bleating of a great truckload of kids, their legs tied, heaped one above the other, was startlingly like the crying of babies. we steamed upward through a narrow pass, the mountains crowding closer on either hand and seeming to grow lower as we rose higher among them. the landscape became less arid, half green, with little or no cactus, and the breeze cooled steadily. saltillo at last, five thousand feet up, was above the reach of oppressive summer and for perhaps the first time since leaving chicago i did not suffer from the heat. it was almost a pleasure to splash through the little puddles in its poorly paved streets. its plazas were completely roofed with trees, the view down any of its streets was enticing, and the little cubes of houses were painted all possible colors without any color scheme whatever. here i saw the first _pulquerías_, much like cheap saloons in appearance, with swinging doors, sometimes a pool table, and a bartender of the customary i-tell-yer-i'm-tough physiognomy. huge earthen jars of the fermented cactus juice stood behind the bar, much like milk in appearance, and was served in glazed pots, size to order. in mexico _pulquería_ stands for saloon and _peluquería_ for barber-shop, resulting now and then in sad mistakes by wandering yankees innocent of spanish. there were a hundred adult passengers by actual count, to say nothing of babies and unassorted bundles, in the second-class car that carried me on south into the night. every type of mexican was represented, from white, soft, city-bred specimens to sturdy countrymen so brown as to be almost black. a few men were in "european" garb. most of them were dressed _á la peón_, very tight trousers fitting like long leggings, collarless shirts of all known colors, a gay _faja_ or cloth belt, sometimes a coat--always stopping at the waist. then last, but never least, the marvelous hat. two peons trying to get through the same door at once was a sight not soon to be forgotten. there were felt and straw hats of every possible grade and every shade and color except red, wound with a rich band about the crown and another around the brim. those of straw were of every imaginable weave, some of rattan, like baskets or veranda furniture. the mexican male seems to be able to endure sameness of costume below it, but unless his hat is individual, life is a drab blank to him. with his hat off the peon loses seven eights of his impressiveness. the women, with only a black sort of thin shawl over their heads, were eminently inconspicuous in the forest of hatted men. mournfully out of the black drizzling night about the station came the dismal wails of hawkers at their little stands dim-lighted by pale lanterns; "_anda pulque!_" within the car was more politeness--or perhaps, more exactly, more unconscious consideration for others--than north of the rio grande. there were many women among us, yet all the night through there was not a suggestion of indecency or annoyance. indian blood largely predominated, hardy, muscular, bright-eyed fellows, yet in conduct all were _caballeros_. near me sat a family of three. the father, perhaps twenty, was strikingly handsome in his burnished copper skin, his heavy black hair, four or five inches long, hanging down in "bangs" below his hat. the mother was even younger, yet the child was already some two years old, the chubbiest, brightest-eyed bundle of humanity imaginable. in their fight for a seat the man shouted to the wife to hand him the child. he caught it by one hand and swung it high over two seats and across the car, yet it never ceased smiling. the care this untutored fellow took to give wife and child as much comfort as possible was superior to that many a "civilized" man would have shown all night under the same circumstances. splendid teeth were universal among the peons. there was no chewing of tobacco, but much spitting by both sexes. a delicate, child-like young woman drew out a bottle and swallowed whole glassfuls of what i took to be milk, until the scent of pulque, the native beverage, suddenly reached my nostrils. the fat brown auditor addressed señora, the peon's wife, with the highest respect, even if he insisted on doing his duty to the extent of pushing aside the skirts of the women to peer under the long wooden bench for passengers. a dispute soon arose. fare was demanded of a ragged peon for the child of three under his arm. the peon shook his head, smiling. the auditor's voice grew louder. still the father smiled silently. the ticket collector stepped back into the first-class car and returned with the train guard, a boyish-looking fellow in peon garb from hat to legging trousers, with a brilliant red tie, two belts of enormous cartridges about his waist, in his hand a short ugly rifle, and a harmless smile on his face. there was something fascinating about the stocky little fellow with his half-embarrassed grin. one felt that of himself he would do no man hurt, yet that a curt order would cause him to send one of those long steel-jacketed bullets through a man and into the mountain side beyond. luckily he got no such orders. the auditor pointed out the malefactor, who lost no time in paying the child's half-fare. this all-night trip must be done sooner or later by all who enter mexico by way of laredo, for the st. louis-mexico city limited with its sleeping-car behind and a few scattered americans in first-class is the only one that covers this section. residents of vanegas, for example, who wish to travel south must be at the station at three in the morning. most of the night the train toiled painfully upward. as a man scorns to set out after a hearty meal with a lunch under his arm, so in the swelter of texas i had felt it foolish to be lugging a bundle of heavy clothing. by midnight i began to credit myself with foresight. the windows were closed, yet the land of yesterday seemed far behind indeed. i wrapped my heavy coat about me. toward four we crossed the tropic of cancer into the torrid zone, without a jolt, and i dug out my gray sweater and regretted i had abandoned the old blue one in an empty box-car. twice i think i drowsed four minutes with head and elbow on my bundle, but except for two or three women who jack-knifed on the long bench no one found room to lie down during the long night. from daylight on i stood in the vestibule and watched the drab landscape hurry steadily past. no mountains were in sight now because we were on top of them. yet no one would have suspected from the appearance of the country that we were considerably more than a mile above sea-level. the flat land looked not greatly different from that of the day before. the cactus was higher; some of the "organ" variety, many of the "spanish bayonet" species, lance-like stalks eight to ten feet high. the rest was bare ground with scattered mesquite bushes. had i not known the altitude i might have attributed the slight light-headedness to a sleepless night. certainly a hundred ragged _cargadores_, hotel runners, and boys eager to carry my bundle attacked me during my escape from the station of san luis potosi at seven, and there were easily that many carriages waiting, without a dozen to take them. the writer of mexico's baedeker speaks of the city as well-to-do. either it has vastly changed in a few years or he wrote it up by absent treatment. hardly a town of india exceeds it in picturesque poverty. such a surging of pauperous humanity, dirt, and uncomplaining misery i had never before seen in the western hemisphere. plainly the name "republic" is no cure for man's ills. the chief center was the swarming market. picture a dense mob of several thousand men and boys, gaunt, weather-beaten, their tight trousers collections of rents and patchwork in many colors, sandals of a soft piece of leather showing a foot cracked, blackened, tough as a hoof, as incrusted with filth as a dead foot picked up on a garbage heap, the toes always squirting with mud, the feet not merely never washed but the sandal never removed until it wears off and drops of its self. above this a collarless shirt, blouse or short jacket, ragged, patched, of many faded colors, yet still showing half the body. then a dull, uncomplaining, take-things-as-they-come face, unwashed, never shaved--the pure indian grows a sort of dark down on his cheeks and the point of the chin, the half-breeds a slight beard--all topped by the enormous hat, never missing, though often full of holes, black with dirt, weather-beaten beyond expression. then there were fully as many women and girls, even less fortunate, for they had not even sandals, but splashed along barefoot among the small cold cobblestones. their dress seemed gleaned from a rag-heap and their heads were bare, their black hair combed or plastered flat. children of both sexes were exact miniatures of their elders. all these wretches were here to sell. yet what was for sale could easily have been tended by twenty persons. instead, every man, woman, and child had his own stand, or bit of cloth or cobblestone on which to spread a few scanty, bedraggled wares. such a mass of silly, useless, pathetic articles, toy jars, old bottles, anything that could be found in all the dump-heaps of christendom. the covered market housed only a very small percentage of the whole. there was a constant, multicolored going and coming, with many laden asses and miserable, gaunt creatures bent nearly double under enormous loads on head or shoulders. every radiating narrow mud-dripping street for a quarter-mile was covered in all but the slight passageway in the center with these displays. bedraggled women sat on the cobbles with aprons spread out and on them little piles of six nuts each, sold at a centavo. there were peanuts, narrow strips of cocoanut, plantains, bananas short and fat, sickly little apples, dwarf peaches, small wild grapes, oranges green in color, potatoes often no larger than marbles, as if the possessor could not wait until they grew up before digging them; cactus leaves, the spines shaved off, cut up into tiny squares to serve as food; bundles of larger cactus spines brought in by hobbling old women or on dismal asses and sold as fuel, _aguacates_, known to us as "alligator pears" and tasting to the uninitiated like axle-grease; pomegranates, pecans, cheeses flat and white, every species of basket and earthen jar from two-inch size up, turnips, some cut in two for those who could not afford a whole one; onions, flat slabs of brown, muddy-looking soap, rice, every species of _frijole_, or bean, shelled corn for tortillas, tomatoes--_tomate coloradito_, though many were tiny and green as if also prematurely gathered--peppers red and green, green-corn with most of the kernels blue, lettuce, radishes, cucumbers, carrots, cabbages, melons of every size except large, string-beans, six-inch cones of the muddiest of sugar, the first rough product of the crushers wound in swamp grass and which prospective purchasers handled over and over, testing them now and then by biting off a small corner, though there was no apparent difference; sausages with links of marble size, everything in the way of meat, tossed about in the dirt, swarming with flies, handled, smelled, cut into tiny bits for purchasers; even strips of intestines, the jaw-bone of a sheep with barely the smell of meat on it; all had value to this gaunt community, nothing was too green, or old, or rotten to be offered for sale. chickens with legs tied lay on the ground or were carried about from day to day until purchasers of such expensive luxuries appeared. there were many men with a little glass box full of squares of sweets like "fudge," selling at a half-cent each; every possible odd and end of the shops was there; old women humped over their meager wares, smoking cigarettes, offered for sale the scraps of calico left over from the cutting of a gown, six-inch triangles of no fathomable use to purchasers. there were entire blocks selling only long strips of leather for the making of sandals. many a vendor had all the earmarks of leprosy. there were easily five thousand of them, besides another market on the other side of the town, for this poverty-stricken city of some fifty thousand inhabitants. the swarming stretched a half mile away in many a radiating street, and scores whose entire stock could not be worth fifteen cents sat all day without selling more than half of it. an old woman stopped to pick up four grains of corn and greedily tucked them away in the rags that covered her emaciated frame. now and then a better-dressed _potosino_ passed, making purchases, a peon, male or female, slinking along behind with a basket; for it is a horrible breach of etiquette for a ten-dollar-a-month mexican to be publicly seen carrying anything. one wondered why there was not general suicide in such a community of unmitigated misery. why did they not spring upon me and snatch the purse i displayed or die in the attempt? how did they resist eating up their own wares? it seemed strange that these sunken-chested, hobbling, halt, shuffling, shivering, starved creatures should still fight on for life. why did they not suddenly rise and sack the city? no wonder those are ripe for revolution whose condition cannot be made worse. policemen in sandals and dark-blue shoddy cap and cloak looked little less miserable than the peons. all about the covered market were peon restaurants, a ragged strip of canvas as roof, under it an ancient wooden table and two benches. unwashed indian women cooked in several open earthen bowls the favorite mexican dishes,--_frijoles_ (a stew of brown beans), chile con carne, rice, stews of stray scraps of meat and the leavings of the butcher-shops. these were dished up in brown glazed jars and eaten with strips of tortilla folded between the fingers, as the arab eats with _gkebis_. indeed there were many things reminiscent of the markets and streets of damascus, more customs similar to those of the moor than the spaniard could have brought over, and the brown, wrinkled old women much resembled those of palestine, though their noses were flatter and their features heavier. yet it was a good-natured crowd. in all my wandering in it i heard not an unpleasant word, not a jest at my expense, almost no evidence of anti-foreign feeling, which seems not indigenous to the peon, but implanted in him by those of ulterior motives. nor did they once ask alms or attempt to push misery forward. the least charitable would be strongly tempted to succor any one of the throng individually, but here a hundred dollars in american money divided into mexican centavos would hardly go round. here and there were pulquerías full of besotted, shouting men--and who would not drink to drown such misery? there was not a male of any species but had his colored blanket, red, purple, indian-yellow, generally with two black stripes, the poorer with a strip of old carpet. these they wound about their bodies, folding them across the chest, the arms hugged together inside in such a way as to bring a corner across the mouth and nose, leaving their pipe-stem legs below, and wandered thus dismally about in the frequent spurts of cold rain. now and then a lowest of the low passed in the cast-off remnants of "european" clothes, which were evidently considered far inferior to peon garb, however bedraggled. bare or sandaled feet seemed impervious to cold, again like the arab, as was also this fear of the raw air and half covering of the face that gave a mohammedan touch, especially to the women. to me the atmosphere was no different than late october in the states. the peons evidently never shaved, though there were many miserable little barber-shops. on the farther outskirts of the hawkers were long rows of shanties, shacks made of everything under the sun, flattened tin cans, scraps of rubbish, two sticks holding up a couple of ragged bags under which huddled old women with scraps of cactus and bundles of tiny fagots. scattered through the throng were several "readers." one half-indian woman i passed many times was reading incessantly, with the speed of a frenchman, from printed strips of cheap colored paper which she offered for sale at a cent each. they were political in nature, often in verse, insulting in treatment, and mixed with a crass obscenity at which the dismal multitude laughed bestially. three musicians, one with a rude harp, a boy striking a triangle steel, sang mournful dirges similar to those of andalusia. the peons listened to both music and reading motionless, with expressionless faces, with never a "move on" from the policeman, who seemed the least obstrusive of mortals. san luís potosí has many large rich churches, misery and pseudo-religion being common joint-legacies of spanish rule. small chance these creatures would have of feeling at home in a place so different from their earthly surroundings as the christian heaven. the thump of church bells, some with the voice of battered old tin pans, broke out frequently. now and then one of these dregs of humanity crept into church for a nap, but the huge edifices showed no other sign of usefulness. on the whole there was little appearance of "religion." a few women were seen in the churches, a book-seller sold no novels and little literature but "mucho de religión," but the great majority gave no outward sign of belonging to any faith. priests were not often seen in the streets. mexican law forbids them to wear a distinctive costume, hence they dressed in black derbies, episcopal neckbands, and black capes to the ankles. not distinctive indeed! no one could have guessed what they were! one might have fancied them prize-fighters on the way from training quarters to bathroom. there is comparative splendor also in san luís, as one may see by peeps into the lighted houses at night, but it is shut in tight as if fearful of the poor breaking in. as in so many spanish countries, wealth shrinks out of sight and misery openly parades itself. out across the railroad, where hundreds of ragged boys were riding freight cars back and forth in front of the station, the land lay flat as a table, some cactus here and there, but apparently fertile, with neither sod to break nor clearing necessary. yet nowhere, even on the edge of the starving city, was there a sign of cultivation. we of the north were perhaps more kind to the indian in killing him off. chapter ii tramping the byways heavy weather still hung over the land to the southward. indian corn, dry and shriveled, was sometimes shocked as in the states. the first field of maguey appeared, planted in long rows, barely a foot high, but due in a year or two to produce pulque, the mexican scourge, because of its cheapness, stupefying the poorer classes. when fresh, it is said to be beneficial in kidney troubles and other ailments, but soon becomes over-fermented in the pulquerías of the cities and more harmful than a stronger liquor. within the car was an american of fifty, thin and drawn, with huddled shoulders, who had been beaten by rebel forces in zacatecas and robbed of his worldly wealth of $ , hidden in vain in his socks. numbers of united states box-cars jolted across the country end to end with mexican; the "b. & o." behind the "norte de méjico," the "n. y. c.," followed by the "central mejicano." long broad stretches of plain, with cactus and mesquite, spread to low mountains blue with cold morning mist, all but their base hung with fog. beyond jesús maría, which is a sample of the station names, peons lived in bedraggled tents along the way, and the corn was even drier. the world seemed threatening to dry up entirely. at cartagena there began veritable forests of cactus trees, and a wild scrub resembling the olive. thousands of _tunas_, the red fruit of the cactus, dotted the ground along the way. the sun sizzled its way through the heavy sky as we climbed the flank of a rocky range, the vast half-forested plain to the east sinking lower and lower as we rose. then came broken country with many muddy streams. it was the altitude perhaps that caused the patent feeling of exhilaration, as much as the near prospect of taking again to the open road. as the "garrotero" ("twister," or "choker" as the brakeman is called in mexico) announced dolores hidalgo, i slipped four cartridges into my automatic. the roadways of mexico offered unknown possibilities. a six-foot street-car drawn--when at all--by mules, stood at the station, but i struck off across the rolling country by a footpath that probably led to the invisible town. a half-mile lay behind me before i met the first man. he was riding an ass, but when i gave him "buenos días," he replied with a whining: "una limosnita! a little alms, for the love of god." he wore a rosary about his neck and a huge cross on his chest. when i ignored his plea he rode on mumbling. the savage bellow of a bull not far off suggested a new possible danger on the road in this unfenced and almost treeless country. more men passed on asses, mules, and horses, but none afoot. finally over the brown rise appeared dolores hidalgo; two enormous churches and an otherwise small town in a tree-touched valley. the central plaza, with many trees and hedges trimmed in the form of animals, had in its center the statue of the priest hidalgo y costilla, the "father of mexican independence." a block away, packed with pictures and wreathes and with much of the old furniture as he left it, was the house in which he had lived before he started the activities that ended in the loss of his head. well fortified at the excellent hotel, i struck out past the patriot priest's house over an arched bridge into the open country. as in any unknown land, the beginning of tramping was not without a certain mild misgiving. the "road" was only a trail and soon lost itself. a boy speaking good spanish walked a long mile to set me right, and valued his services at a _centavo_. a half-cent seemed to be the fixed fee for anything among these country people. a peon carrying a load of deep-green alfalfa demanded as much for the privilege of photographing him when he was "not dressed up." he showed no sign whatever of gratitude when i doubled it and added a cigarette. the bright sun had now turned the day to early june. the so-called road was a well-trodden sandy path between high cactus hedges over rolling country. an hour out, the last look back on dolores hidalgo showed also mile upon mile of rolling plain to far, far blue sierras, all in all perhaps a hundred square miles visible. there were many travelers, chiefly on foot and carrying bundles on their heads. the greeting of these was "adiós," while the better-to-do class on horse or mule back used the customary "buenas tardes!" thirst grew, but though the country was broken, with many wash-outs cutting deep across the trail, the streams were all muddy. now and then a tuna on the cactus hedges was red ripe enough to be worth picking and, though full of seeds, was at least wet. it was harder to handle than a porcupine, and commonly left the fingers full of spines. two men passed, offering _dulces_, a species of native candy, for sale. i declined. "muy bien, give us a cigarette." i declined again, being low in stock. "very well, adiós, señor," they replied in the apathetic way of their race, as if it were quite as satisfactory to them to get nothing as what they asked. the rancho del capulin, where night overtook me, was a hamlet of eight or ten houses, some mere stacks of thatch, out of the smoky doorway of which, three feet high, peered the half-naked inmates; others of adobe, large bricks of mud and chopped straw, which could be picked to pieces with the fingers. from one of the kennels a woman called out to know if i would eat. i asked if she could give lodging also and she referred me to her husband inside. i stopped to peer in through the doorway and he answered there was not room enough as it was, which was evident to the slowest-witted, for the family of six or eight of all ages, more or less dressed, lying and squatted about the earth floor dipping their fingers into bowls of steaming food, left not a square foot unoccupied. he advised me to go "beg license" of the "señora" of the house farther on, a low adobe building with wooden doors. "there is nothing but the place opposite," she answered. this was a sort of mud cave, man-made and door-less, the uneven earth floor covered with excrement, human and otherwise. i returned to peer into the mat-roofed yard with piles of corn-stalks and un-threshed beans, and met the man of the house just arriving with his labor-worn burros. he was a sinewy peasant of about fifty, dressed like all country peons in shirt and tight trousers of thinnest white cotton, showing his brown skin here and there. as he hesitated to give me answer, the wife made frantic signs to him from behind the door, of which the cracks were inches wide. he caught the hint and replied to my request for lodging: "only if you pay me three centavos." such exorbitance! the regulation price was perhaps one. but i yielded, for it was raining, and entered, to sit down on a heap of unthreshed beans. the woman brought me a mat three feet long, evidently destined to be my bed. i was really in the family barnyard, with no end walls, chickens overhead and the burros beyond. the rain took to dripping through the mat roof, and as i turned back toward the first hut for the promised frijoles and tortillas the woman called to me to say she also could furnish me supper. the main room of the house was about ten by ten, with mud walls five feet high, a pitched roof of some sort of grass with several holes in it. in the center of the room was a fireplace three feet high and four square, with several steaming glazed pots over a fire of _encinal_ fagots. the walls were black with soot of the smoke that partly wandered out of an irregular hole in the farther end of the room. the eight-year-old son of the family was eating corn-stalks with great gusto, tearing off the rind with his teeth and chewing the stalk as others do sugar-cane. i handed him a loaf of potosino bread and he answered a perfunctory "gracias," but neither he nor any of the family showed any evidence of gratitude as he wolfed it. the man complained that all the corn had dried up for lack of rain. the woman set before me a bowl of "sopita," with tortillas, white cheese, and boiled whole peppers. a penniless peon traveler begged a cigarette and half my morning loaf, and went out into the night and rain to sleep in the "chapel," as the mud cave across the way was called. there several travelers had settled down for the night. a girl of seventeen or so splashed across from it to beg "a jar of water for a poor prostitute," apparently announcing her calling merely as a curious bit of information. the family took at last to eating and kept it up a full hour, meanwhile discussing me thoroughly. like most untutored races, they fancied i could not understand their ordinary tones. when they wished to address me they merely spoke louder. it is remarkable how spain has imposed her language on even these wild, illiterate indians as england has not even upon her colonies. as the rain continued to pour, i was to sleep in the kitchen. drunken peons were shouting outside and the family seemed much frightened, keeping absolute silence. the four by two door with its six-inch cracks was blocked with a heavy pole, the family retired to the other room, and i stretched out in the darkness on the unsteady wooden bench, a foot wide, my head on my knapsack. i was soon glad of having a sweater, but that failed to cover my legs, and i slept virtually not at all through a night at least four months long, punctuated by much howling of dogs. it was still pitch dark when the "senora" entered, to spend a long time getting a fire started with wet fagots. then she began making _atole_. taking shelled corn from an earthen jar, she sprinkled it in the hallow of a stone and crushed it with much labor. this was put into water, strained through a sieve, then thrown into a kettle of boiling water. it was much toil for little food. already she had labored a full hour. i asked for coffee, and she answered she had none but would buy some when the "store" opened. it grew broad daylight before this happened and i accepted atole. it was hot, but as tasteless as might be the water from boiled corn-stalks. there had been much discussion, supposedly unknown to me, the night before as to how much they dared charge me. the bill was finally set at twelve centavos (six cents), eight for supper, three for lodging, and one for breakfast. it was evidently highly exorbitant, for the family expressed to each other their astonishment that i paid it without protest. at the very outset there was a knee-deep river to cross, then miles of a "gumbo" mud that stuck like bad habits. my feet at times weighed twenty pounds each. wild rocky hillsides alternated with breathless climbs. many cattle were scattered far and wide over the mountains, but there was no cultivation. i passed an occasional _rancho_, villages of six or seven adobe or thatch huts, with sometimes a ruined brick chapel. flowers bloomed thickly, morning glories, geraniums, masses of a dark purple blossom. the "road" was either a mud-hole or a sharp path of jagged rolling stones in a barren, rocky, tumbled country. eleven found me entering another rancho in a wild valley. my attempts to buy food were several times answered with, "más arribita"-- "a little higher up." i came at last to the "restaurant." it was a cobble-stone hut hung on a sharp hillside, with a hole two feet square opening on the road. two men in gay sarapes, with guns and belts of huge cartridges, reached it at the same time, and we squatted together on the ground at an angle of the wall below the window and ate with much exchange of banter the food poked out to us. the two had come that morning from guanajuato, whither i was bound, and were headed for dolores. it was the first time i had any certain information as to the distance before me, which had been variously reported at from five to forty leagues. we ate two bowls of frijoles each, and many tortillas and chiles. one of the men paid the entire bill of twenty-seven centavos, but accepted ten from me under protest. beyond was a great climb along a stony, small stream up into a blackish, rocky range. the sun shone splendidly, also hotly. apparently there was no danger to travelers even in these wild parts. the peons i met were astonishingly incurious, barely appearing to notice my existence. some addressed me as "jefe" (chief), suggesting the existence of mines in the vicinity. if i drew them into conversation they answered merely in monosyllables: "sí, señor." "no, jefe." not a word of indian dialect had i heard since entering the country. two hours above the restaurant a vast prospect of winding, tumbled, rocky valley and mountain piled upon mountain beyond opened out. from the summit, surely nine thousand feet up, began the rocky descent to the town of santa rosa, broken by short climbs and troublesome with rocks. i overtook many donkeys loaded with crates of cactus fruit, railroad ties, and the like, and finally at three came out in sight of the famous mining city of guanajuato. it would take the pen of a master to paint the blue labyrinth of mountains heaped up on all sides and beyond the long, winding city in the narrow gorge far below, up out of which came with each puff of wind the muffled sound of stamp-mills and smelters. as i sat, the howling of three drunken peons drifted up from the road below. when they reached me, one of them, past forty, thrust his unwashed, pulque-perfumed face into mine and demanded a cigarette. when i declined, he continued to beg in a threatening manner. meanwhile the drunkest of the three, a youth of perhaps seventeen, large and muscular, an evil gleam in his eye, edged his way up to me with one arm behind him and added his demands to that of the other. i suddenly pulled the hidden hand into sight and found in it a sharp broken piece of rock weighing some ten pounds. having knocked this out of his grasp, i laid my automatic across my knees and the more sober pair dragged the belligerent youth on up the mountain trail. for an hour the way wound down by steep, horribly cobbled descents, then between mud and stone huts, and finally down a more level and wider cobbled street along which were the rails of a mule tramway. the narrow city wound for miles along the bottom of a deep gully, gay everywhere with perennial flowers. the main avenue ran like a stream along the bottom, and he who lost himself in the stair-like side streets had only to follow downward to find it again as surely as a tributary its main river. masses of rocky mountains were piled up on all sides. the climate of guanajuato is unsurpassed. brilliant sunshine flooded days like our early june, in which one must hurry to sweat in the noon time, while two blankets made comfortable covering at night. this is true of not only one season but the year around, during which the thermometer does not vary ten degrees. july is coldest and a fireplace not uncomfortable in the evening. an american resident who went home to one of the states bordering on canada for his vacation sat wiping the sweat out of his eyes there, when one of his untraveled countrymen observed: "you must feel very much at home in this heat after nine years in mexico." whereupon the sufferer arose in disgust, packed his bag, and sped south to mosquitoless coolness. the evening air is indescribable; all nature's changes of striking beauty; and the setting sun throwing its last rays on the bufa, the salient points of that and the other peaks purple with light, with the valleys in deep shadow, is a sight worth tramping far to see. i drifted down along the gully next morning, following the main street, which changed direction every few yards, "paved" with three-inch cobbles, the sidewalks two feet wide, leaving one pedestrian to jump off it each time two met. a diminutive streetcar drawn by mules with jingling bells passed now and then. peons swarmed here also, but there was by no means the abject poverty of san luis potosi, and americans seemed in considerable favor, as their mines in the vicinity give the town its livelihood. i was seeking the famous old "alóndiga," but the policeman i asked began looking at the names of the shops along the way as if he fancied it some tobacco booth. i tried again by designating it as "la cárcel." he still shook his head sadly. but when i described it as the place where father hidalgo's head hung on a hook for thirteen years, a great light broke suddenly upon him and he at once abandoned his beat and led me several blocks, refusing to be shaken off. what i first took for extreme courtesy, however, turned out to be merely the quest of tips, an activity in which the police of most mexican cities are scarcely outdone by the waiters along broadway. the ancient building was outwardly plain and nearly square, more massive than the rest of the city. high up on each of its corners under the rusted hooks were the names of the four early opponents of spanish rule whose heads had once hung there. inside the corridor stood the statue of the peon who is said to have reached and fired the building under cover of the huge slab of stone on his back. when i had waited a while in the anteroom, the _jefe político_, the supreme commander of the city appointed by the governor of the state, appeared, the entire roomful of officials and visitors dropping their cigarettes and rising to greet him with bared heads. he gave me permission to enter, and the _presidente_, a podgy second jailor, took me in charge as the iron door opened to let me in. the walls once red with the blood of spaniards slaughtered by the forces of the priest of dolores had lost that tint in the century since passed, and were smeared with nothing more startling than a certain lack of cleanliness. the immense, three-story, stone building of colonial days enclosed a vast patio in which prisoners seemed to enjoy complete freedom, lying about the yard in the brilliant sunshine, playing cards, or washing themselves and their scanty clothing in the huge stone fountain in the center. the so-called cells in which they were shut up in groups during the night were large chambers that once housed the colonial government. by day many of them work at weaving hats, baskets, brushes, and the like, to sell for their own benefit, thus being able to order food from outside and avoid the mess brought in barrels at two and seven of each afternoon for those dependent on government rations. now and then a wife or feminine friend of one of the prisoners appeared at the grating with a basket of food. several of the inmates were called one by one to the crack of an iron door in the wall to hear the sentence the judge had chosen to impose upon them in the quiet of his own home; for public jury trial is not customary in spanish america. in the fine gallery around the patio, in the second-story, we were joined by an american from colorado, charged with killing a mexican, but who seemed little worried with his present condition or doubtful of his ultimate release. from the flat roof, large enough for a school playground, there spread out a splendid view of all the city and its surrounding mountains. there were, all told, some five hundred prisoners. a room opening on the patio served as a school for convicts, where a man well advanced in years, bewhiskered and of a decidedly pedagogical cast of countenance in spite of his part indian blood, sat on his back, peering dreamily through his glasses at the seventy or more pupils, chiefly between the ages of fifteen and twenty, who drowsed before him. there is a no less fine view from the hill behind, on which sits the panteon, or city cemetery. it is a rectangular place enclosing perhaps three acres, and, as all guanajuato has been buried here for centuries, considerably crowded. for this reason and from inherited spanish custom, bodies are seldom buried, but are pigeonholed away in the deep niches two feet square into what from the outside looks to be merely the enclosing wall. here, in more exact order than prevails in life, the dead of guanajuato are filed in series, each designated by a number. series six was new and not yet half occupied. a funeral ends by thrusting the coffin into its appointed pigeonhole, which the indian employees brick up and face with cement, in which while still soft the name of the defunct and other information is commonly rudely scratched with a stick, often with amateur spelling. here and there is one in english:--"my father's servant--h. b." some have marble headpieces with engraved names, and perhaps a third of the niches bear the information "en perpetuidad," indicating that the rent has been paid up until judgment day. the majority of the corpses, however, are dragged out after one to five years and dumped in the common bone-yard, as in all spanish-speaking countries. the indian attendants were even then opening several in an older series and tossing skulls and bones about amid facetious banter. the lower four rows can be reached readily, but not a few suffer the pain of being "skied," where only those who chance to glance upward will notice them. there were some graves in the ground, evidently of the poorer indian classes. several had been newly dug, unearthing former occupants, and a grinning skull sat awry on a heap of earth amid a few thigh bones and scattered ribs, all trodden under sandaled foot-prints. in one hole lay the thick black hair of what had once been a peon, as intact as any actor's wig. there is some property in the soil of guanajuato's panteón that preserves bodies buried in the ground without coffins, so that its "mummies" have become famous. the director attended me in person and, crossing the enclosure, opened a door in the ground near the fourth series of niches, where we descended a little circular iron stairway. this opened on a high vaulted corridor, six feet wide and thirty long. along this, behind glass doors, stood some hundred more or less complete bodies shrouded in sheets. they retained, or had been arranged, in the same form they had presented in life--peon carriers bent as if still under a heavy burden, old market women in the act of haggling, _arrieros_ plodding behind their imaginary burros. some had their mouths wide open, as if they had been buried alive and had died shouting for release. one fellow stood leaning against a support, like a man joking with an elbow on the bar, a glass between his fingers, in the act of laughing uproariously. several babies had been placed upright here and there between the elders. most of the corpses wore old dilapidated shoes. in the farther end of the corridor were stacked thighbones and skulls surely sufficient to fill two box-cars, all facing to the front. i asked how many deaths the collection represented, and the director shrugged his shoulders with an indifferent "quién sabe?" he who would understand the mexican, descendant of the aztecs, must not overlook a certain apathetic indifference to death, and a playful manner with its remains. once on earth again, i gave the director a handful of coppers and descended to the town, motley now with market-day. the place swarmed with color; ragged, unwashed males and females squatted on the narrow sidewalks with fruit, sweets, gay blankets and clothing, cast-off shoes and garments, piles of new sandals, spread out in the street before them. amid the babel of street cries the most persistent was "agua-miel!"--"honey water," as the juice of the maguey is called during the twelve hours before fermentation sets in. from twelve to thirty-six hours after its drawing it is intoxicating; from then on, only fit to be thrown away. but the sour stench from each pulquería and many a passing peon proved a forced longevity. several lay drunk in the streets, but passers-by stepped over or around them with the air of those who do as they hope to be done by. laughter was rare, the great majority being exceedingly somber in manner. even their songs are gloomy wails, recalling the arabs. a few children played at "bull-fight," and here and there two or three, thanks to the american influence, were engaged in what they fancied was baseball. but for the most part they were not playful. the young of both indians and donkeys are trained early for the life before them. the shaggy little ass-colts follow their mothers over the cobbled streets and along mountain trails from birth, and the peon children, wearing the same huge hat, gay sarape, and tight breeches as their fathers, or the identical garb of the mothers, carry their share of the family burden almost from infancy. everything of whatever size or shape was carried on the backs or heads of indians with a supporting strap across the forehead. a peon passed bearing on his head the corpse of a baby in an open wooden coffin, scattered with flowers. trunks of full size are transported in this way to all parts of the mountain town, and the indian who carries the heaviest of them to a mine ten miles away and two thousand feet above the city over the rockiest trails considers himself well paid at thirty cents. six peons dog-trotted by from the municipal slaughter-house with a steer on their backs: four carried a quarter each; one the head and skin; and the last, heart, stomach, and intestines. horseshoers worked in the open streets, using whatever shoes they had on hand without adjustment, paring down the hoofs of the animal to fit them. here and there a policeman on his beat was languidly occupied in making brushes, like the prisoners of the alóndiga, and two i saw whiling away the time making lace! several of them tagged my footsteps, eager for some errand. one feels no great sense of security in a country whose boyish, uneducated, and ragged guardians of order cringe around like beggar boys hoping for a copper. saturday is beggar's day, when those who seek alms more or less surreptitiously during the week are permitted to pass in procession along the shops, many of which disburse on this day a fixed sum, as high as twenty dollars, in copper centavos. now and then the mule-cars bowled over a laden ass, which sat up calmly on its haunches, front feet in the air, until the obstruction passed. all those of indian blood were notable for their strong white teeth, not one of which they seem ever to lose. in the church a bit higher up several bedraggled women and pulque-besotted peons knelt before a disgusting representation of the crucifixion. the figure had real hair, beard, eyebrows, and even eyelashes, with several mortal wounds, barked knees and shins, half the body smeared with red paint as blood, all in all fit only for the morgue. farther on, drowsed the post-office, noted like all south of the rio grande for its unreliability. unregistered packages seldom arrive at their destination, groceries sent from the states to american residents are at least half eaten en route. a man of the north unacquainted with the ways of mexico sent unregistered a christmas present of a dozen pairs of silk socks. the addressee inquired for them daily for weeks. finally he wrote for a detailed description of the hectic lost property, and had no difficulty in recognizing at least two pairs as the beak-nosed officials hitched up their trousers to tell him again nothing whatever had come for him. not long before my arrival a mexican mail-car had been wrecked, and between the ceiling and the outer wall were found over forty thousand letters postal clerks had opened and thrown there. i drifted into an "escuela gratuita para niños." the heavy, barn-like door gave entrance to a cobbled corridor, opening on a long schoolroom with two rows of hard wooden benches on which were seated a half hundred little peons aged seven to ten, all raggedly dressed in the identical garb, sandals and all, of their fathers in the streets, their huge straw hats covering one of the walls. the _maestro_, a small, down-trodden-looking mexican, rushed to the door to bring me down to the front and provide me with a chair. the school had been founded some six months before by a woman of wealth, and offered free instruction to the sons of peons. but the indians as always were suspicious, and for the most part refused to allow their children to be taught the "witchcraft" of the white man. the teacher asked what class i cared to hear and then himself hastily suggested "cuentitas." the boys were quick at figures, at least in the examples the maestro chose to give them, but he declined to show them off in writing or spelling. several read aloud, in that mumbled and half-pronounced manner common to mexico, the only requirement appearing to be speed. then came a class in "historia santa," that is, various of the larger boys arose to spout at full gallop and the distinct enunciation of an "el" train, the biblical account of the creation of the world, the legends of adam and eve, cain and abel, and noah's travels with a menagerie, all learned by rote. the entire school then arose and bowed me out. a visit to a mixed school, presided over by carelessly dressed maidens of uncertain age and the all-knowing glance of those who feel the world and all its knowledge lies concentrated in the hollow of their hands, showed a quite similar method of instruction. on the wall hung a great lithograph depicting in all its dreadful details the alleged horrors of "alcoolismo." even the teachers rattled off their questions with an atrocious, half-enunciated pronunciation, and he must have been a spanish scholar indeed who could have caught more than the gist of the recited answers. this indistinctness of enunciation and the catholic system of learning by rote instead of permitting the development of individual power to think were as marked even in the _colegio_, corresponding roughly to our high schools. even there the professor never commanded, "more distinctly!" but he frequently cried, "faster!" on the wall of this higher institution was a stern set of rules, among which some of the most important were: "students must not smoke in the presence of professors," though this was but mildly observed, for when i entered the study room with the director and his assistant, all of us smoking, the boys, averaging fifteen years of age, merely held their lighted cigarettes half out of sight behind them until we passed. another rule read: "any student frequenting a tavern, café chantant, or house of ill-fame may be expelled." he might run that risk in most schools, but none but the latinized races would announce the fact in plain words on the bulletin-boards. the director complained that the recent revolutions had set the school far back, as each government left it to the next to provide for such secondary necessities. chapter iii in a mexican mine a classmate of my boyhood was superintendent of the group of mines round about guanajuato. from among them we chose "pingüico" for my temporary employment. the ride to it, feet above the sea, up along and out of the gully in which guanajuato is built, and by steep rocky trails sometimes beside sheer mountain walls, opens out many a marvelous vista; but none to compare with that from the office veranda of the mine itself. two thousand feet below lies a plain of mexico's great table-land, stretching forty miles or more across to where it is shut off by an endless range of mountains, backed by chain after blue chain, each cutting the sky-line in more jagged, fantastic fashion than the rest, the farther far beyond guadalajara and surely more than a hundred miles distant, where mexico falls away into the pacific. on the left rises deep-blue into the sky the almost perfect flattened cone of a lone mountain. brilliant yet not hot sunshine illuminated even the far horizon, and little cloud-shadows crawled here and there across the landscape. the rainy season had left on the plain below many shallow lakes that reflected the sun like immense mirrors. from the veranda it seemed quite flat, though in reality by no means so, and one could all but count the windows of silao, irapuato, and other towns; the second, though more than twenty miles away, still in the back foreground of the picture. thread-like, brown trails wound away over the plain and up into the mountains, here and there dotted by travelers crawling ant-like along them a few inches an hour. take the most perfect day of late may or early june in our north, brush off the clouds, make the air many times fresher and clearer, add october nights, and multiply the sum total by , and it is more easily understood why americans who settle in the guanajuato region so frequently remain there. the room i shared with a mine boss was of chilly stone walls and floor, large and square, with a rug, two beds, and the bare necessities. the mine mess, run by a chinaman, furnished meals much like those of a -cent restaurant in texas, at the rate of $ a week. no mexican was permitted to eat with the americans, not even with the "rough-necks." when the whistle blew at seven next morning, some forty peons, who had straggled one by one in the dawn to huddle up together in their red sarapes among the rocks of the drab hillside, marched past the timekeeper, turning over their blankets at a check counter, and with their lunches, of the size of the round tortilla at the bottom and four to six inches high, in their handkerchiefs, climbed into the six-foot, iron ore-bucket until it was completely roofed with their immense straw hats. near by those of the second night-shift, homeward bound, halted, to stand one by one on a wooden block with outstretched arms to be carefully searched for stolen ore by a tried and trusted fellow-peon. a pocketful of "high-grade" might be worth several dollars. the american "jefe" sat in the hoisthouse, writing out requisitions for candles, dynamite, and kindred supplies for the "jefecitos," or straw bosses, of the hundred or more peons still lined up before the shaft. with the last batch of these in the bucket, we white men stepped upon the platform below it and dropped suddenly into the black depths of the earth, with now and then a stone easily capable of cracking a skull bounding swiftly with a hollow sound past us back and forth across the shaft. not infrequently in the days to come some accident to the hoist-engine above left us to stand an hour or more packed tightly together in our suspended four-foot space in unmitigated darkness. for this and other reasons no peon was ever permitted to ride on the platform with an american. twelve hundred feet down we stepped out into a winding, rock gallery nearly six feet wide and high, where fourteen natives were loading rock and mud into iron dump-cars and pushing them to a near-by chute. even at this depth flies were thick. a facetious boss asserted they hatched on the peons. my task here was to "sacar muestras"--"take samples," as it was called in english. from each car as it passed i snatched a handful of mud and small broken rock and thrust it into a sack that later went to the assay office to show what grade of ore the vein was producing. once an hour i descended to a hole far beneath by a rope ladder, life depending on a spike driven in the rock above and a secure handhold, for the handful of "pay dirt" two peons were grubbing down out of a lower _veta_, a long narrow alleyway of soft earth and small stones that stretched away into the interior of the mountain between solid walls of rock. no inexperienced man would have supposed this mud worth more than any other. but silver does not come out of the earth in minted dollars. in the mine the peons wore their hats, a considerable protection against falling rocks, but were otherwise naked but for their sandals and a narrow strip of once white cloth between their legs, held by a string around the waist. some were well-built, though all were small, and in the concentrated patch of light the play of their muscles through the light-brown skins was fascinating. working thus naked seemed so much more dangerous; the human form appeared so much more feeble and soft, delving unclothed in the fathomless, rocky earth. many a man was marked here and there with long deep scars. it was noticeable how character, habits, dissipation, which show so plainly in the face, left but little sign on the rest of the body, which remained for the most part smooth and unwrinkled. the peons were more than careless. all day long dynamite was tossed carelessly back and forth about me. a man broke up three or four sticks of it at a time, wrapped them in paper, and beat the mass into the form of a ball on a rock at my feet. miners grow so accustomed to this that they note it, if at all, with complete indifference, often working and serenely smoking seated on several hundred pounds of explosives. one peon of forty in this gang had lost his entire left arm in a recent explosion, yet he handled the dangerous stuff as carelessly as ever. several others were mutilated in lesser degrees. they depend on charms and prayers to their favorite saint rather than on their own precautions. every few minutes the day through came the cry: "'stá pegado!" that sent us skurrying a few feet away until a dull, deafening explosion brought down a new section of the vein. not long before, there had been a cave-in just beyond where we were working, and the several men imprisoned there had not been rescued, so that now and then a skull and portions of skeleton came down with the rock. the peons had first balked at this, but the superintendent had told them the bones were merely strange shapes of ore, ordered them to break up the skulls and throw them in with the rest, and threatened to discharge and blackball any man who talked of the matter. by law a mexican injured in the mine could not be treated on the spot, but must be first carried to guanajuato--often dying on the way--to be examined by the police and then brought back to the mine hospital. small hurts were of slight importance to the peons. during my first hour below, a muddy rock fell down the front of a laborer, scraping the skin off his nose, deeply scratching his chest and thighs, and causing his toes to bleed, but he merely swore a few round oaths and continued his work. the hospital doctors asserted that the peon has not more than one fourth the physical sensitiveness of civilized persons. many a one allowed a finger to be amputated without a word, and as chloroform is expensive the surgeon often replaced it with a long draught of _mescal_ or _tequila_, the native whiskies. outwardly the peons were very deferential to white men. i could rarely get a sentence from them, though they chattered much among themselves, with a constant sprinkling of obscenity. they had a complete language of whistles by which they warned each other of an approaching "jefe," exchanged varied information, and even entered into discussion of the alleged characteristics of their superiors in their very presence without being understood by the uninitiated. frequently, too, amid the rumble of the "veta madre" pouring down her treasures, some former broadway favorite that had found its way gradually to the theater of guanajuato sounded weirdly through the gallery, as it was whistled by some naked peon behind a loaded car. a man speaking only the pure castilian would have had some difficulty in understanding many of the mine terms. many indian words had crept into the common language, such as "chiquihuite" for basket. some seventy-five cars passed me during the morning. under supervision the peons worked at moderately good speed; indeed, they compared rather favorably with the rough american laborers with whom i had recently toiled in railroad gangs, in a stone-quarry of oklahoma, and the cotton-fields of texas. the endurance of these fellows living on corn and beans is remarkable; they were as superior to the oriental coolie as their wages to the latter's eight or ten cents a day. in this case, as the world over, the workmen earned about what he was paid, or rather succeeded in keeping his capacity down to the wages paid him. many galleries of the mine were "worked on contract," and almost all gangs had their self-chosen leader. a peon with a bit more standing in the community than his fellows, wearing something or other to suggest his authority and higher place in the world--such perhaps as the pink shirt the haughty "jefecito" beside me sported--appeared with twelve or more men ready for work and was given a section and paid enough to give his men from fifty to eighty cents a day each and have something over a dollar left for himself. miners' wages vary much throughout mexico, from twelve dollars a month to two a day in places no insuperable distances apart. conditions also differ greatly, according to my experienced compatriots. the striking and booting of the workmen, common in some mines, was never permitted in "pingüico." in pachuca, for example, this was said to be the universal practice; while in the mines of chihuahua it would have been as dangerous as to do the same thing to a stick of dynamite. here the peon's manner was little short of obsequious outwardly, yet one had the feeling that in crowds they were capable of making trouble and those who had fallen upon "gringoes" in the region had despatched their victims thoroughly, leaving them mutilated and robbed even of their clothing. the charming part of it all was one could never know which of these slinking fellows was a bandit by avocation and saving up his unvented anger for the boss who ordered him about at his labors. it felt pleasant, indeed, to bask in the sun a half hour after dinner before descending again. toward five i tied and tagged the sacks of samples and followed them, on peon backs, to the shaft and to the world above with its hot and cold shower-bath, and the chinaman's promise, thanks to the proximity of irapuato, of "stlaybelly pie." though the american force numbered several of those fruitless individuals that drift in and out of all mining communities, it was on the whole of rather high caliber. besides "sully the pug," a mere human animal, hairy and muscular as a bear, and two "texicans," as those born in the states of some mexican blood and generally a touch of foreign accent are called, there were two engineers who lived with their "chinitas," or illiterate _mestizo_ mexican wives and broods of peon children down in the valley below the dump-heap. caste lines were not lacking even among the americans in the "camp," as these call guanajuato and its mining environs. more than one complained that those who married mexican girls of unsullied character and even education were rated "squaw-men" and more or less ostracized by their fellow countrymen, and especially country-women, while the man who "picked up an old rounder from the states" was looked upon as an equal. the speech of all mexico is slovenly from the castilian point of view. still more so was that of both the peon and the americans, who copied the untutored tongue of the former, often ignorant of its faults, and generally not in the least anxious to improve, nor indeed to get any other advantage from the country except the gold and silver they could dig out of it. laborers and bosses commonly used "pierra" for piedra; "sa' pa' fuera" for to leave the mine, "croquesí" for i believe so, commonly ignorant even of the fact that this is not a single word. in the mess-hall were heard strange mixtures of the two languages, as when a man rising to answer some call shouted over his shoulder: "juan, deja mi pie alone!" thanks to much peon intercourse, almost all the americans had an unconsciously patronizing air even to their fellows, as many a pedagogue comes to address all the world in the tone of the schoolroom. the mexican, like the spaniard, never laughs at the most atrocious attempts at his tongue by foreigners, and even the peons were often extremely quick-witted in catching the idea from a few mispronounced words. "the man with the hair----," i said one day, in describing a workman i wished summoned; and not for the moment recalling the castilian for curly, i twirled my fingers in the air. "chino!" cried at least a half-dozen peons in the same breath. small wonder the mexican considers the "gringo" rude. an american boss would send a peon to fetch his key or cigarettes, or on some equally important errand; the workman would run all the way up hill and down again in the rarified air, removing his hat as he handed over the desired article, and the average man from the states would not so much as grunt his thanks. the engineers on whom our lives depended as often as we descended into or mounted from the mine, had concocted and posted in the engine-room the following "ten commandments": "notice to visitors and others "article . be seated on the platform. it is too large for the engineer anyway. "art. . spit on the floor. we like to clean up after you. "art. . talk to the engineer while he is running. there is no responsibility to his job. "art. . if the engineer does not know his business, please tell him. he will appreciate it. "art. . ask him as many questions as you like. he is paid to answer them. "art. . please handle all the bright work. we have nothing to do but clean it. "art. . don't spit on the ceiling. we have lost the ladder. "art. . should the engineer look angry don't pay any attention to him. he is harmless. "art. . if you have no cigarettes take his. they grow in his garden. "art. . if he is not entertaining, report him to the superintendent and he will be fired at once." on the second day the scene of my operations was changed to the eighth level, a hundred feet below that of the first. it was a long gallery winding away through the mountain, and connecting a mile beyond with another shaft opening on another hill, so that the heavy air was tempered by a constant mild breeze. side shafts, just large enough for the ore-cars to pass, pierced far back into the mountain at frequent intervals. back in these it was furnace hot. from them the day-gang took out car-loads, though the chute was blocked now and then by huge rocks that must be "shot" by a small charge of dynamite stuck on them, a new way of "shooting the chutes" that was like striking the ear-drums with a club. the peons placed in each gallery either a cross or a lithograph of the virgin in a shrine made of a dynamite-box, and kept at least one candle always burning before it. in the morning it was a common sight to see several appear with a bunch of fresh-picked flowers to set up before the image. most of the men wore a rosary or charm about the neck, which they did not remove even when working naked, and all crossed themselves each time they entered the mine. not a few chanted prayers while the cage was descending. as often as they passed the gallery-shrine, they left off for an instant the vilest oaths, in which several boys from twelve to fourteen excelled, to snatch off their hats to the virgin, then instantly took up their cursing again. whenever i left the mine they begged the half-candle i had left, and set it up with the rest. yet they had none of the touchiness of the hindu about their superstitions, and showed no resentment whatever even when a "gringo" stopped to light his cigarette at their improvised "altars." trusted miners hired to search the others for stolen ore as they leave the shaft were sometimes waylaid on the journey home and beaten almost or quite to death. once given a position of authority, they were harsher with their own kind than were the white men. the scarred and seared old "pingüico" searcher, who stood at his block three times each twenty-four hours, had already killed three men who thus attacked him. under no provocation whatever would the peons fight underground, but lay for their enemies only outside. a shift-boss in a neighboring mine remained seven weeks below, having his food sent down to him, and continued to work daily with miners who had sworn to kill him once they caught him on earth. one of our engineers had long been accustomed at another mine to hand his revolver to the searcher when the shift appeared and to arm himself with a heavy club. one day the searcher gave the superintendent a "tip," and when the hundred or more were lined up they were suddenly commanded to take off their _huarachas_. a gasp of dismay sounded, but all hastily snatched off their sandals and something like a bushel of high-grade ore in thin strips lay scattered on the ground. but a few mornings later the searcher was found dead half way between the mine and his home. some of the mines round about guanajuato were in a most chaotic state, especially those of individual ownership. the equipment was often so poor that fatal accidents were common, deaths even resulting from rocks falling down the shafts. among our engineers was one who had recently come from a mine where during two weeks' employment he pulled out from one to four corpses daily, until "it got so monotonous" he resigned. in that same mine it was customary to lock in each shift until the relieving one arrived, and many worked four or five shifts, thirty-two to forty hours without a moment of rest, swallowing a bit of food now and then with a sledge in one hand. "high-graders," as ore-thieves are called, were numerous. the near-by "sirena" mine was reputed to have in its personnel more men who lived by stealing ore than honest workmen. there ran the story of a new boss in a mine so near ours that we could hear its blasting from our eighth level, long dull thuds that seemed to run through the mountain like a shudder through a human body, who was making his first underground inspection when his light suddenly went out and he felt the cold barrel of a revolver against his temple. a peon voice sounded in the darkness close to his ear: "no te muevas, hijo de----, si quieres vivir!" another light was struck and he made out some twenty peons, each with a sack of "high-grade," and was warned to take his leave on the double-quick and not to look around on penalty of a worse fate than that of lot's wife. bandit gangs were known to live in out-of-the-way corners of several mines, bringing their blankets and tortillas with them and making a business of stealing ore. not even the most experienced mining engineer could more quickly recognize "pay dirt" than the peon population of guanajuato vicinity. though he is obsequious enough under ordinary circumstances, the mine peon often has a deep-rooted hatred of the american, which vents itself chiefly in cold silence, unless opportunity makes some more effective way possible. next on his black-list comes the spaniard, who is reputed a heartless usurer who long enjoyed protection under diaz. third, perhaps, come the priests, though these are endured as a necessary evil, as we endure a bad government. the padre of calderón drifted up to the mine one day to pay his respects and drink the mine health in good scotch whisky. gradually he brought the conversation around to the question of disobedience among the peons, and summed up his advice to the americans in a vehement explosion: "fine them! fine them often, and much! "of course," he added, as he prepared to leave, "you know that by the laws of mexico and the _santa iglesia_ all such fines go to the church." intercourse between the mine officials and native authorities was almost always sure to make it worth while to linger in the vicinity. my disrespectful fellow countrymen were much given to mixing with the most courteous spanish forms of speech asides in english which it was well the pompous native officials did not understand. i reached the office one day to find the chief of police just arrived to collect for his services in guarding the money brought out on pay-day. "ah, senor mio," cried the superintendent, "y como esta usted? la familia buena? y los hijos--i'll slip the old geaser his six bones and let him be on his way--oh, sí, señor. cómo no? con muchísimo gusto--and there goes six of our good bucks and four bits and--pues adiós, muy señor mio! vaya bien!--if only you break your worthless old neck on the way home--adiós pues!" after the shower-bath it was as much worth while to stroll up over the ridge back of the camp and watch the night settle down over this upper-story world. only on the coast of cochinchina have i seen sunsets to equal those in this altitude. each one was different. to-night it stretched entirely across the saw-toothed summits of the western hills in a narrow, pinkish-red streak; to-morrow the play of colors on mountains and clouds, shot blood-red, fading to saffron yellow, growing an ever-thicker gray down to the horizon, with the unrivaled blue of the sky overhead, all shifting and changing with every moment, would be hopelessly beyond the power of words. often rain was falling in a spot or two far to the west, and there the clouds were jet black. in one place well above the horizon was perhaps a brilliant pinkish patch of reflected sun, and everything else an immensity of clouded sky running from confederate gray above to a blackish-blue that blended with range upon range to the uttermost distance. there was always a peculiar stillness over all the scene. groups of sandaled mine peons wound noiselessly away, a few rods apart, along undulating trails, the red of their sarapes and the yellow of their immense hats giving the predominating hue. in the vast landscape was much green, though more gray of outcropping rocks. here and there a lonely telegraph wire struck off dubiously across the rugged country. rocks as large as houses hung on the great hillsides, ready to roll down and destroy at the slightest movement of the earth, like playthings left by careless giant children. along some rocky path far down in the nearer valley a small horse of the patient mexican breed, under its picturesque, huge-hatted rider, galloped sure-footed up and down steep faces of rock. cargadores bent half double, with a rope across their brows, came straining upward to the mine. bands of peons released from their underground labors paused here and there on the way home to wager cigarettes on which could toss a stone nearest the next mud puddle. flocks of goats wandered in the growing dusk about swift stony mountain flanks. farther away was a rocky ridge beaten with narrow, bare, crisscross trails, and beyond, the old valenciana mine on the flanks of the jagged range shutting off dolores hidalgo, appearing so near in this clear air of the heights that it seemed a man could throw a stone there; yet down in the valley between lay all guanajuato, the invisible, and none might know how many bandits were sleeping out the day in their lurking-places among the wild, broken valleys and gorges the view embraced. down in its rock-tumbled valley spread the scattered town of calderón, and the knell of its tinny old church bells came drifting up across the divide on the sturdy evening breeze, tinged with cold, that seemed to bring the night with it, so silently and coolly did it settle down. the immense plain and farther mountains remained almost visible in the starlight, in the middle distance the lamps of silao, and near the center of the half-seen picture those of irapuato, while far away a faint glow in the sky marked the location of the city of leon. excitement burst upon the mess-table one night. rival politicians were to contend the following sunday for the governorship of the state, and the "liberal" candidate had assured the peons that he would treble their wages and force the company to give them full pay during illness, and that those who voted for his rival were really casting ballots for "los gringos" who had stolen away their mines. all this was, of course, pure campaign bunco; as a matter of fact the lowest wages in all the mines of mexico were in those belonging to the then "liberal" president of the republic, and accident pay would have caused these insensible fellows to drop rocks on themselves to enjoy its benefits. for several mornings threatening political posters had appeared on the walls of the company buildings. but this time word came that "liberal" posters had been stuck up in the galleries of the mine itself. the boss sprang to his feet, and without even sending for his revolver went down into the earth. an hour or more later he reappeared with the remnants of the posters. though the mine was populated with peons and there was not then another american below ground, they watched him tear down the sheets without other movement than to cringe about him, each begging not to be believed guilty. later a peon was charged with the deed and forever forbidden to work in the mines of the company. the superintendent threatened to discharge any employee who voted for the "liberal" candidate, and, though he could not of course know who did, their dread of punishment no doubt kept many from voting at all. work in the mine never ceased. even as we fell asleep the engine close at hand panted constantly, the mild clangor of the blacksmith-shop continued unbroken, cars of rock were dumped every few minutes under the swarming stars, the mine pulse beat unchanging, and far down beneath our beds hundreds of naked peons were still tearing incessantly at the rocky entrails of the earth. though the mine throbbed on, i set off one sunny sunday morning to walk to town and the weekly ball game. it was just warm enough for a summer coat, a breeze blew as at sea, an occasional telephone pole was singing as with contentment with life in this perfect climate. groups of brownish-gray donkeys with loads on their backs passed me or crawled along far-away trails, followed by men in tight white trousers, their striped and gay-colored sarapes about their bodies and their huge hats atop. over all was a sunday stillness, broken only by the occasional bark of a distant dog or a cockcrow that was almost musical as it was borne by on the wind. everywhere were mountains piled into the sky. valenciana, where so many spaniards, long since gone to whatever reward awaited them, waxed rich and built a church now golden brown with age, sat on its slope across the valley, down in which no one would have guessed huddled a city of some , inhabitants. much nearer and a bit below drowsed the old town of calderón, home of many of our peons, a bright red blanket hung over a stone wall giving a splash of brilliancy to the vast stretch of grayish, dull-brown, and thirsty green. the road wound slowly down and ever down, until the gullies grew warmer as the rising mountains cut off the breeze and left the sun in undisputed command. along the way were flowers uncountable, chiefly large, white, lily-like blossoms growing on a bush, then thick patches of orange-yellow. horsemen, mexicans on burros, peon men, women, and children afoot were legion. there were no americans, though i passed one huge negro with a great black beard who gave me "good morning" from his horse in the tone of a man who had not met an equal before in some time. at length appeared the emerald-green patch of the upper presa, with its statue of hidalgo, and the café-au-lait pond that stores the city's water, and over the parapet of which hung _guanajuatenses_ watching with wonder the rowboat of the american hospital doctor, the only water craft the great majority of them have ever seen. a natural amphitheater encloses the ball-ground in which were gathered the wives of americans, in snowy white, to watch a game between teams made up chiefly of "gringoes" of the mines, my one-time classmate still at short-stop, as in our schoolboy days, thanks to which no doubt guanajuato held the baseball championship of mexico. like the english officials of india, the americans in high places here were noticeable for their youth, and, at least here on the ball-ground, for their democracy, known to all by their boyhood nicknames, yet held almost in reverence by the mexican youths that filled in the less important positions. at the club after the game the champion mexican player discoursed on the certainty of ultimate american intervention and expressed his own attitude with: "let it come, for i am not a politician but a baseball player." it was election day, and i passed several doorways, among them that of the company stable, in which a half-dozen old fossils in their most solemn black garb crouched dreamily over wooden tables with registers, papers, and ink bottles before them. now and then a frightened peon slunk up hat in hand to find whether they wished him to vote, and how, or to see if perhaps he had not voted already--by absent treatment. the manager of one of the mines had come into the office of the jefe pólitico of his district the night before and found the ballots already made out for the "liberal" candidate. he tore them up and sent his own men to watch the election, with the result that there was a strong majority in that precinct in favor of the candidate more pleasing to the mine owners. the pulquerias and saloons of the peons had been closed, but not the clubs and resorts of the white men. in one of these i sat with the boss, watching him play a game of stud poker. a dissipated young american, who smoked a cigar and a cigarette at the same time, was most in evidence, a half comanche indian of an utterly impassive countenance did the dealing, and fortunes went up and down amid the incessant rattle of chips far into the morning. at three the boss broke away, nine dollars to the good, while the proprietor of the place ended with an enormous heap of chips in front of him; another american, making out to him a check for $ , and calling for his horse, rode back to his mine to earn it--the shoes of the horse clanking on the cobbles in the silence of the night and passing now and then a policeman's lantern set in the middle of the street, while that official huddled in his white uniform in a dark corner, ostensibly keeping guard. on another such a day i turned back about dusk up the gorge on the return to the mine. the upper park where the band had played earlier was now completely deserted. the road was nearly five miles long; the trail, sheer up the wild tumble of mountains before me, little more than two. this was vaguely reputed dangerous, but i was not inclined to take the rumor seriously. black night fell. soon i came upon the vanguard of the day-shift from "pingüico," straggling down the face of the mountain, shouting and whistling to each other in their peculiar language. some carried torches that flashed along the mountain wall above me and threw long quaint shadows of the tight-trousered legs. the grade was more than forty-five degrees, with much slipping and sliding on unseen rocks. two or three groups had passed when one of the men recognized me and with a "buenas noches, jefe!" insisted on giving me the torch he carried, a mine candle with a cloth wrapped around it as a protection in the strong wind. i had soon to cast this away, as it not only threatened to burn my hand but left the eyes unable to pierce the surrounding wall of darkness. in the silence of the night there came to mind the assertion of by no means our most timorous engineer, that he never passed over this trail after dark without carrying his revolver cocked in his hand. my fellow countrymen of the region all wore huge "six-shooters" with a large belt of cartridges always in sight, less for use than the salutary effect of having them visible, in itself a real protection. conditions in mexico had led me to go armed for the first time in my travels; or more exactly, to carry one of the "vest pocket automatics" so much in vogue--on advertising pages--in that season. my experienced fellow americans refused to regard this weapon seriously. one had made the very fitting suggestion that each bullet should bear a tag with the devise, "you're shot!" an aged "roughneck" of a half-century of mexican residence had put it succinctly: "yer travel scheme's all right; but i'll be ---- ---- if i like the gat you carry." however, such as it was, i drew it now and held it ready for whatever it might be called upon to attempt. a half hour of heavy climbing brought me to the summit, with a strong cool breeze and a splendid view of the spreading lights of guanajuato in the narrow winding gully far below. the trail wound round a peak and reached the first scattered huts of calderón just as a number of shots sounded not far away. these increased until all the dogs for miles around took up the hue and cry. the shots multiplied, with much shouting and uproar, soon sounding on both sides and ahead and behind me, while the whistling language shrilled from every gully and hillside. evidently drunken peons were harmlessly celebrating their sunday holiday, but the shots sounded none the less weirdly out of the black night as i stumbled on over the rocky, tumbled country, for the only smooth way thereabouts was the milky way faintly seen overhead. gradually the shooting and shouting drifted behind me and died out as i surmounted the last knoll and descended to bed. it was only at breakfast next morning that i learned i had serenely strolled through a pitched battle between bandits that haunted the recesses of the mountains about calderón and the town which, led by its jefe político, had finally won the bout with four outlaw corpses to its credit. it was my luck not to have even a bullet-hole through my cap to prove the story. there were often two or three such battles a week in the vicinity. that morning i was given a new job. the boss led the way, candle in hand, a half mile back through the bowels of the mountain, winding with the swinging of the former ore vein. this alone was enough to get hopelessly lost in, even without its many blind-alley branches. now and then we came upon another shaft-opening that seemed a bottomless hole a few feet in diameter in the solid rock, from far down which came up the falsetto voices and the stinking sweat of peons, and the rap, rap of heavy hammers on iron rock-bars. but we had only started. far back in the gallery we took another hoist and descended some two hundred feet more, then wound off again through the mountain by more labyrinthian burrowings in the rock, winding, undulating passages, often so low we must crawl on hands and knees, with no other light than the flickering candles half-showing shadowy forms of naked, copper-colored beings; the shadows giving them often fiendish faces and movements, until we could easily imagine ourselves in the realms of dante's imagination. in time we came to a ladder leading upward into a narrow dark hole, and when the ladder ended we climbed on our bellies some forty feet higher up a ledge of rock to another "heading." along this we made our way another hundred yards or more to where a dozen naked peons were operating compressed-air drills, then wormed our way like snakes over the resultant debris to the present end of the passage, where more peons were drilling by hand, one man holding a bar of iron a few feet long which another was striking with a five-pound sledge that luckily never missed its mark. this was indeed working in mexico. it would have been difficult to get farther into it; and a man could not but dully wonder if he would ever get out again. we were evidently very close to the infernal regions. here, indeed, would have been a splendid setting for an orthodox hell. peons whose only garment was the size of a postcard, some even with their hats off, glistened all over their brown bodies as under a shower-bath. in five minutes i had sweated completely through my garments, in ten i could wring water out of my jacket; drops fell regularly at about half-second intervals from the end of my nose and chin. the dripping sweat formed puddles beneath the toilers, the air was so scarce and second-hand every breath was a deep gasp; nowhere a sign of exit, as if we had been walled up in this narrow, low-ceiled, jagged-rock passageway for all time. my work here was to take samples from the "roof." a grinning peon who called himself "bruno básques" (vásquez) followed me about, holding his hat under the hammer with which i chipped bits of rock from above, back and forth across the top of the tunnel, every few feet. the ore ran very high in grade here, the vein being some six feet of whitish rocky substance between sheer walls of ordinary rock. it struck one most forcibly, this strange inquisitiveness of man that had caused him to prowl around inside the earth like a mole, looking for a peculiar kind of soil or stone which no one at first sight could have guessed was of any particular value. the peons, smeared all over with the drippings of candle-grease, worked steadily for all the heat and stuffiness. indeed, one could not but wonder at the amount of energy they sold for a day's wages; though of course their industry was partly due to my "gringo" presence. we addressed them as inferiors, in the "tu" form and with the generic title "hombre," or, more exactly, in the case of most of the american bosses, "húm-bray." the white man who said "please" to them, or even showed thanks in any way, such as giving them a cigarette, lost caste in their eyes as surely as with a butler one might attempt to treat as a man. i tried it on bruno, and he almost instantly changed from obsequiousness to near-insolence. when i had put him in his place again, he said he was glad i spoke spanish, for so many "jefes" had pulled his hair and ears and slapped him in the face because he did not understand their "strange talk." he did not mention this in any spirit of complaint, but merely as a curious fact and one of the many visitations fate sees fit to send those of her children unluckily born peons. his jet black hair was so thick that small stones not only did not hurt his head as they fell from under my hammer, but remained buried in his thatch, so that nearly as many samples were taken from this as from the roof of the passage. thus the sweat-dripping days passed, without a hint of what might be going on in the world far above, amid the roar and pounding of air and hand-drills, the noisy falling of masses of rock as these broke it loose, the constant ringing of shovels, the rumble of iron ore-cars on their thread-like rails, cries of "'stá pegado!" quickly followed by the stunning, ear-splitting dynamite blast, screams of "no vás echar!" as some one passed beneath an opening above, of "ahora sí!" when he was out of danger; the shrill warning whistling of the peons echoing back and forth through the galleries and labyrinthian side tunnels, as the crunch of shoes along the track announced the approach of some boss; the shouting of the peons "throwing" a loaded car along the track through the heavy smoke-laden air, so thick with the smell of powder and thin with oxygen that even experienced bosses developed raging headaches, and the beau brummel secretary of the company fell down once with dizziness and went to bed after the weekly inspection. when the first day was done i carried the ten sacks of samples--via bruno's shoulders--through the labyrinth of corridors and shafts to be loaded on a car and pushed to the main shaft, where blew a veritable sea-breeze that gave those coming from the red-hot pockets a splendid chance for catching cold which few overlooked. in the _bodega_, or underground office, i changed my dripping garments for dry ones, but waited long for the broken-down motor to lift me again finally to pure air. in the days that followed i was advanced to the rank of car-boss in this same level, and found enough to do and more in keeping the tricky car-men moving. a favorite ruse was to tip over a car on its way to the chute and to grunt and groan over it for a half-hour pretending to lift it back on the rails; or to tuck away far back in some abandoned "lead" the cars we needed, until i went on tours of investigation and ferreted them out. during the last days of october i drew my car-boss wages and set out to follow the ore after it left the mine. from the underground chutes it was drawn up to the surface in the iron buckets, dumped on "gridleys" (screens made of railroad rails separated a like width) after weighing, broken up and the worthless rock thrown out on the "dump," a great artificial hill overhanging the valley below and threatening to bury the little native houses huddled down in it. a toy baldwin locomotive dragged the ore trains around the hill to the noisy stamp-mill spreading through another valley, with a village of adobe huts overgrown with masses of purple flowers and at the bottom a plain of white sand waste from which the "values" had been extracted. the last samples i had taken assayed nine pounds of silver and grams of gold to the ton. the carloads were dumped into bins at the top of the mill. the nature of the country had been taken advantage of in the building, which hung twelve stories high on the steep hillside, making gravitation the chief means of transportation during the refining process. rocks were screened into one receptacle and broken up by hand. the finer stuff went direct to the stamps. stones of ordinary size were spread by machinery on a broad leather belt that passed three peon women, who picked out and tossed away the oreless stones. their movements were leisurely, but they were sharp-eyed and very few worthless bits got by the three of them. a story below, the picked material went under deafening stamps weighing tons and striking several blows a second, while water was turned in to soften the material. this finally ran down another story in liquid form into huge cylinders where it was rolled and rolled again and at last flowed on, smelling like mortar or wet lime, onto platforms of zinc constantly shaking as with the ague and with water steadily flowing over them. workmen about the last and most concentrated of these were locked in rooms made of chicken-wire. below, the stuff flowed into enormous vats, like giants' washtubs, and was stirred and watered here for several days until the "values" had settled and were drawn off at the bottom. there were three stories, or some thirty, of these immense vats. the completed process left these full of white sand which a pair of peons spent several days shoveling out and carrying down into the valley. the "values" were next run down into smaller vats and treated with zinc shavings, precipitating a per cent. pure metal, black in color, which was put into melting-pots in a padlocked room overseen by an american. here it was cast in large brick molds, these being knocked off and the metal left to slack, after which it was melted again and finally turned into gray-black blocks of the size and form of a paving-brick, per cent. pure, about as heavy as the average lady would care to lift, and worth something like $ each. two or four of these were tied on the back of a donkey and a train of them driven under guard to the town office, whence they were shipped to mexico city, and finally made into those elusive things called coins, or sundry articles for the vainglorious, shipped abroad or stolen by revolutionists. on this same ground the old colonial spaniards used to spread the ore in a cobbled patio, treat it with mercury, and drive mules round and round in it for weeks until they pocketed whatever was left to them after paying the king's fifth and the tithes of the church. my rucksack on the back of a peon--and it is astonishing how much more easily one's possessions carry in that fashion; as if it were indeed that automatic baggage on legs i have long contemplated inventing--i set off to the neighboring mine of "peregrina." as the peon was accustomed to carry anything short of a grand piano, he did not complain at this half-day excursion under some twenty pounds. being drawn out, he grew quite cheery on this new fashion of carrying--"when the load is not much." in the cool morning air, with a wind full of ozone sweeping across the high country, the trail lay across tumbled stretches of rocky ground, range behind range of mountains beyond and a ruined stone hut or corral here and there carrying the memory back to palestine. for a half hour we had guanajuato in full sight in its narrow gully far below. many donkeys pattered by under their loads of encinal fagots, the ragged, expressionless drivers plodding silently at their heels. ahead grew the roar of "peregrina's" stamp-mill, and i was soon winding through the gorge-hung village. according to the manager, i had chosen well the time of my coming, for there was "something doing." we strolled about town until he had picked up the jefe político, a handsome mexican, built as massive as an aztec stone idol, under a veritable haystack of hat, who ostensibly at least was a sworn friend of the mining company. with him we returned to the deafening stamp-mill and brought up in the "zinc room," where the metal is cast into bricks. here the stealing of ore by workmen is particularly prevalent, and even the searching by the trusty at the gate not entirely effective, for even the skimming off of the scum leaves the floor scattered with chips of silver with a high percentage of gold which even the american in charge cannot always keep the men from concealing. hence there occurs periodically the scene we were about to witness. when the native workmen of the "zinc room" enter for the day, they are obliged to strip in one chamber and pass on to the next to put on their working clothes, reversing the process when they leave. to-day all five of them were herded together in one dressing-room, of which, the three of us being admitted, the door was locked. the jefe político, as the government authority of the region, set about searching them, and as his position depended on the good-will of the powerful mining company, it was no perfunctory "frisking." the ragged fellows were called up one by one and ordered to strip of blouses, shirts, and trousers, and even _huarachas_, their flat leather sandals, the jefe examining carefully even the seams of their garments. indeed, he even searched the hairs of their bodies for filings of "high-grade." the men obeyed with dog-like alacrity, though three of them showed some inner emotion, whether of guilt, fear, or shame, it was hard to guess. two had been carefully gone over without the discovery of anything incriminating, when the jefe suddenly snatched up the hat of the first and found in it a knotted handkerchief containing a scrap of pure metal some two inches long. from then on his luck increased. the fourth man had been fidgeting about, half disrobing before the order came, when all at once the local authority turned and picked up a piece of ore as large as a silver dollar, wrapped in paper, which the fellow had surreptitiously tossed away among a bunch of mats against the wall. the jefe cuffed him soundly and ordered him to take off his shoes--he was the only one of the five sporting that luxury--and discovered in the toe of one of them a still larger booty. the last of the group was a cheery little fellow barely four feet high, likable in spite of his ingrained lifetime lack of soap. he showed no funk, and when ordered to undress turned to the "gringo" manager with: "me too, jefe?" then he quickly stripped, proving himself not only honest but the biggest little giant imaginable. he had a chest like a wine-barrel and legs that resembled steel poles, weighed fifty-two kilos, yet according to the manager, of whom he was one of the trusties, frequently carried four-hundred-pound burdens up the long hill below the mine. the jefe found something tied up in his old red cloth belt, but little barrel-chest never lost his smile, and the suspicious lump proved to be a much-folded old chromo print of some saint. "what's he got that for?" asked the manager. "to save him from the devil," sneered the jefe, wadding it up and tossing it back at him. when he was dressed again the little giant was sent to town for policemen, a sign of confidence which seemed greatly to please him. for a half hour we smoked and joked and discussed, like so many cattle in the shambles, the three prisoners, two found guilty and the third suspected, who stood silent and motionless against the wall. three policemen in shoddy uniforms, armed with clubs and enormous revolvers sticking out through their short coat-tails, at length appeared, of the same class and seeming little less frightened than the prisoners. they were ordered to tie ropes about the waists of the criminals and stood clutching these and the tails of the red sarapes, when the jefe interrupted some anecdote to shout the spanish version of: "what in ---- are you waiting for?" they dodged as if he had thrown a brick, and hurried their prisoners away to the cold, flea-ridden, stone calaboose of the town, where in all probability they lay several months before their case was even called up; while the manager and i ascended to his veranda and flower-grown residence and sat down to a several course dinner served by a squad of solemn servants. as in many another land, it pays to be a white man in mexico. stealing is rarely a virtue. but it was not hard to put oneself in the place of these wretches and catch their point of view that made such thievery justifiable. as they saw it, these foreigners had made them go down into their own earth and dig out its treasures, paid them little for their labors, and searched them whenever they left that they should not keep even a little bit of it for themselves. now they had made their own people shut them up because they had picked up a few dollars' worth of scraps left over from the great burro-loads of which, to their notion, the hated "gringoes" were robbing them. like the workingmen of england, they were only "getting some of their own back." they were no doubt more "aficionados al pulque" and gambling than to their families, but so to some extent were the "gringoes" also, and they were by no means the only human beings who would succumb to the same temptation under the same circumstances. the ancient "peregrina" mine was different from "pingüico." here we entered by a level opening and walked down most of the two thousand feet, much of it by narrow, slimy, slippery, stone steps, in some places entirely worn away by the bare feet of the many generations of peons that as slaves to the spaniards of colonial days used to carry the ore up on their backs from the very bottom of the mine. "peregrina" mountain was almost another mammoth cave, so enormous are the caverns that have been "stoped out" of it in the past four centuries. in many a place we could see even with several candles only the ground underfoot and perhaps a bit of the nearest sidewall; the rest was a dank, noiseless, blank space, seeming square miles in extent. for three hours we wandered up and down and in and out of huge unseen caves, now and then crawling up or down three or four hundred foot "stopes" on hands and knees, by ladders, stone steps, or toe-holes in the rock. through it all it was raining much of the time in torrents--in the mine, that is, for outside the sun was shining brightly--with mud underfoot and streams of water running along much of the way; and, unlike the sweltering interior of "pingüico," there was a dank dungeon chill that reached the marrow of the bones. even in the shafts which we descended in buckets, cold water poured down upon us, and, far from being naked, the miners wore all the clothing they possessed. here the terror of the peons was an old american mine-boss rated "loco" among them, who went constantly armed with an immense and ancient revolver, always loaded and reputed of "hair trigger," which he drew and whistled in the barrel whenever he wished to call a workman. a blaze crackling in the fireplace was pleasant during the evening in the manager's house, for "peregrina" lies even higher above the sea than "pingüico"; but even here by night or day the peons, and especially the women, went barefoot and in thinnest garb. a native horse, none of which seem noted for their speed, carried me out to the famous old mining town of la luz, where the spaniards first began digging in this region. the animal made little headway forward, but fully replaced this by the distance covered up and down. to it a trot was evidently an endeavor to see how many times and how high it could jump into the air from the same spot. the ancient aztecs, seeing us advancing upon them, would never have made the mistake of fancying man and horse parts of the same animal. moreover, the pesky beast had an incurable predilection for treading, like a small boy "showing off," the extreme edge of pathways at times not six inches from a sheer fall of from five hundred to a thousand feet down rock-faced precipices. still it was a pleasant three-hour ride in the brilliant sunshine, winding round and over the hills along pitching and tossing trails. peons obsequiously lifted their hats when i passed, which they do not to a man afoot; a solemn stillness of rough-and-tumble mountains and valleys, with deep-shadowed little gorges scolloped out of the otherwise sun-flooded landscape, broad hedges of cactus and pitching paths, down which the animal picked its way with ease and assurance, alternated with mighty climbs over a dozen rises, each of which i fancied the last. la luz is a typical town of mountainous mexico. a long, broken adobe village lies scattered along a precipitous valley, scores of "roads" and trails hedged with cactus wind and swoop and climb again away over steep hills and through deep _barrancos_, troops of peons and donkeys enlivening them; flowers give a joyful touch, and patches of green and the climate help to make the place reminiscent of the more thickly settled portions of palestine. from the town we could see plainly the city of leon, fourth in mexico, and a view of the plain, less striking than that from "pingüico," because of the range rising to cut it off in the middle distance. the mountains of all this region are dotted with round, white, cement monuments, the boundary marks of different mining properties. by mexican law each must be visible from the adjoining two, and in this pitched and tumbled country this requires many. beyond the village we found, about the old spanish workings, ancient, roofless, stone buildings with loop-holed turrets for bandits and niches for saints. these structures, as well as the waste dumped by the spaniards, were being "repicked for values," and broken up and sent through the stamp-mill, the never-ending rumble of which sounded incessantly, like some distant water-fall; for with modern methods it pays to crush rock with even a few dollars a ton value in it, and the americans of to-day mine much that the spaniards with their crude methods cast aside or did not attempt to work. at a mine in the vicinity the ancient stone mansion serving as residence of the superintendent was torn down and sent through the stamping-mill, and a new one of less valuable rock erected. we descended feet into the mine of la luz down a perfectly round, stone-lined shaft in a small iron bucket held by a one-inch wire cable and entirely in charge of peons--who fortunately either had nothing against us or did not dare to vent it. chapter iv bound about lake chapala with the coming of november i left guanajuato behind. the branch line down to silao was soon among broad plains of corn, without rocks even along the flat, ragged, country roads, bringing to mind that it was long since i had walked on level and unobstructed ground. the crowding of the second-class car forced me to share a bench with a chorus girl of the company that had been castilianizing venerable broadway favorites in guanajuato's chief theater. she was about forty, looked it with compound interest, was graced with the form of a panteón mummy, and a face--but some things are too horrible even to be mentioned in print. most of the way she wept copiously, apparently at some secret a pocket mirror insisted on repeating to her as often as she drew it out, and regained her spirits only momentarily during the smoking of each of several cigarettes. finally she took to saying her beads in a sepulchral, moaning voice, her eyes closed, and wagging her head from side to side in the rhythm of her professional calling, until we pulled into the one-story, adobe, checkerboard town. all the troupe except the two "stars" rode second-class, dressed much like peons, and carried their possessions in misshapen bundles under their arms. if the one performance i had seen was typical, this was far better treatment than they deserved. the express from el paso and the north set me down in the early night at irapuato, out of the darkness of which bobbed up a dozen old women, men, and boys with wailing cries of "fresas!" for this is the town of perennial strawberries. the basket of that fruit heaped high and fully a foot in diameter which sat before me next morning as we rambled away westward toward guadalajara cost _cuatro reales_--a quarter, and if the berries grew symmetrically smaller toward the bottom, an all-day appetite by no means brought to light the tiniest. the way lay across a level land bathed in sunshine, of extreme fertility, and watered by harnessed streams flowing down from the distant hills. all the day one had a sense of the richness of nature, not the prodigality of the tropics to make man indolent, but just sufficient to give full reward for reasonable exertion. the rich, black, fenceless plains were burnished here and there with little shallow lakes of the rainy season, and musical with wild birds of many species. primitive well-sweeps punctuated the landscape, and now and then the church towers of some adobe village peered through the mesquite trees. in the afternoon grazing grew more frequent and herds of cattle and flocks of goats populated all the scene. within the car and without, the hats of the peons, with all their sameness, were never exactly alike. each bore some individuality, be it in shape, shade, material, or manner of wearing, as distinct as among the fair sex in other lands; and that without resorting to decorating them with flowers, vegetables, or dead birds. some wore around them ribbons with huge letters proposing, "viva ----" this or that latest aspirant to the favor of the primitive-minded "pela'o," but these were always arranged in a manner to add to rather than detract from the artistic ensemble. many a young woman of the same class was quite attractive in appearance, though thick bulky noses robbed all of the right to be called beautiful. they did not lose their charms, such as they were, prematurely, as do so many races of the south, and the simplicity of dress and hair arrangement added much to the pleasing general effect. as night descended we began to pant upward through low hills, wooded, but free from the rocks and boulders of a mining region, and in the first darkness drew up at guadalajara, second city of mexico. it is a place that adorns the earth. jalisco state, of which this is the capital, has been called the andalusia of mexico, and the city is indeed a seville of the west, though lacking in her spontaneity of life, for this cruder people is much more tempered with a constant fear of betraying their crudeness and in consequence much weighed down by "propriety." but its bright, central plaza has no equal to the north. here as the band plays amid the orange trees heavy with ripening fruit, the more haughty of the population promenade the inner square, outside which stroll the peons and "lower classes"; though only custom seems responsible for the division. one misses in mexico the genuine democracy of spain. the idea of a conquered race still holds, and whoever has a strain of white in his veins--or even in the hue of his collar--considers it fitting to treat the indian mass with a cold, indifferent tone of superiority. yet in the outer circle the unprejudiced observer found more pleasing than within. one was reminded of mark twain's suggestion that complexions of some color wear best in tropical lands. in this, above all, the women of the rebozo were vastly superior to those who stepped from their carriages at about the beginning of the third number and took to parading, the two sexes in pairs marching in opposite directions at a snail's pace. the "women of the people" had more sense of the fitness of things than to ape the wealthy in dress, like the corresponding class in our own land, and their simplicity of attire stood out in attractive contrast to the pasty features and unexercised figures in "parisian" garb of the inner circle. guadalajara has the requisites of a real city. its streets are well paved with macadam, and it even possesses garbage wagons. indeed, in some respects it has carried "progress" too far, as in the case of the winking electric sign of broadway proportions advertising a _camisería_--a local "shirtery," before which fascinated peons from the distant villages stand gazing as at one of the seven wonders of the universe. beggars are few and there is none of the oppressive poverty of other mexican cities. this, it is agreed, is due not merely to the extreme fertility of jalisco, but to the kindness of nature in refusing to produce the maguey in the vicinity, so that drunkenness is at its lowest mexican ebb and the sour stink of pulque shops nowhere assails the nostrils. for this curse of the peon will not endure long transportation. an abundance of cheap labor makes possible many little conveniences unknown in more industrial lands, and the city has a peaceful, soothing air and temperature, due perhaps to its ideal altitude of six thousand feet, that makes life drift along like a pleasant dream. but its nights are hideous. the mexican seems to relish constant uproar, and if guadalajara is ever to be the open-air health resort for frayed nerves and weakened lungs it aspires to, there must come a diligent suppression of unnecessary noises. as the evening gathering evaporates, leaving the plaza sprinkled with a few dreamy mortals and scattered policemen eating the lunch their wives bring and share with them, pandemonium seems to be released from its confinement. first these same preservers of law and order take to blowing their hair-raising whistles at least every ten minutes from one to another back and forth through every street, as if mutually to keep up their courage. scores of the gilded youth on the way home from "playing the bear" before their favorite _rejas_ join together in bands to howl into the small hours their glee at the kindness of life, the entire stock of street-cars seems to be sent out nightly on some extended excursion with orders never to let their gongs fall silent, and long before dawn even the few who have succeeded in falling into a doze are snatched awake by an atrocious din of church-bells sufficient in number to supply heaven, nirvana, the realm of houris, and the irish section of purgatory, with enough left over to furnish boiling pots for the more crowded section of the hereafter. then with a dim suggestion of dawn every living dog and fighting-cock, of which each inhabitant appears to possess at least a score, joins the forty thousand vendors of forty thousand different species of uselessness howling in at least as many different voices and tones, each a bit louder than all the others, until even an unoccupied wanderer concludes that sleep is an idle waste of an all too short existence. i brought up a day of random wandering in state's prison. the _penitenciaría_ of guadalajara is a huge, wheel-shaped building in the most modern style of that class of architecture. the bullet-headed youth in soldier's uniform and the complexion of a long-undusted carpet, leaning on his musket at the entrance, made no move to halt me, and i stepped forth on a patio forested with orange trees, to find that most of the public had preceded me, including some hundred fruit, tortilla, cigarette, and candy vendors. here was no sign of prisoners. i approached another stern boy armed like a first-class cruiser in war time and he motioned upward with his gun barrel. the dwelling of the _comandante_ faced the patio on the second-story corridor. his son, aged five, met me with the information: "papá 'stá dormido." but he was misinformed, for when his mother introduced me into the parlor, father, in shirt-sleeves, was already rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and preparing to light the first after-siesta cigarette. when my impressiveness had penetrated his reawakening intellect, he prepared me a document which, reduced to succinct english, amounted to the statement that the prison and all it contained was mine for the asking. a whiff of this sesame opened like magic the three immense iron doors through anterooms in charge of trusties, in prison garb of the material of blue overalls and caps shaped like a low fez. inside, a "preso de confianza" serving as turnkey led the way along a great stone corridor to a little central patio with flowers and a central fountain babbling merrily. from this radiated fifteen other long-vaulted passages, seeming each fully a half mile in length; for with latin love of the theatrical the farther ends had been painted to resemble an endless array of cells, even the numbers being continued above the false doors to minute infinity. besides these imaginary ones there were some forty real places of confinement on each side of each corridor, three-cornered, stone rooms with a comfortable cot and noticeable cleanliness. the hundred or more convicts, wandering about or sitting in the sun of the patio, were only locked in them by night. whenever we entered a corridor or a room, two strokes were sounded on a bell and all arose and stood at attention until we had passed. yet the discipline was not oppressive, petty matters being disregarded. the corridor of those condemned to be shot was closed with an iron-barred gate, but the inmates obeyed with alacrity when my guide ordered them to step forth to be photographed. one of the passageways led to the _talleres_ or workshops, also long and vaulted and well-lighted by windows high up in the curve of the arched roof. these showed the stone walls to be at least four feet thick, yet the floor was of earth. on it along the walls sat men weaving straw ribbons to be sewn into hats on the american sewing-machines beyond. in side rooms were blacksmith, carpenter, and tinsmith shops in which all work was done by hand, the absence of machinery suggesting to the trusty in charge that mexico is "muy pobre" as compared with other lands. convicts were obliged to work seven hours a day. scattered through the building were several small patios with patches of sun, in which many prisoners were engaged in making ingenious little knickknacks which they were permitted to sell for their own benefit. the speciality of one old fellow under life sentence was a coin purse with the slightly incongruous device, "viva la independencia!" there was a complete absence of vicious faces, at least faces more so than those of the great mass of peons outside. i recalled the assertions of cynical american residents that all mexicans are criminals and that those in jail were only the ones who have had the misfortune to get caught. certainly there was nothing in their outward appearance to distinguish the inmates from any gathering of the same class beyond prison walls. off one corridor opened the bath patio, large, and gay with sunshine and flowers, with a large swimming pool and several smaller baths. the prisoners are required to bathe at least every sunday. within the penitentiary was a garden of several acres, on the walls above which guards patroled with loaded muskets and in which prisoners raised every species of fruit and vegetable known in the region. the institution indeed was fully self-supporting. the kitchen was lined with huge vats into which bushels of beans, corn, and the like were shoveled, and like the prison tailor, shoe, and barber shops, was kept in excellent order. several short-time prisoners, among them many boys, volunteered to stand in appropriate attitudes before the heavy wall at the end of a three-cornered court where condemned men are shot at three paces in the dawn of many an early summer day. in one corridor the prison band, entirely made up of prisoners, was practising, and when i had been seated in state on a wooden bench they struck up several american favorites, ending with our national hymn, all played with the musical skill common to the mexican indian, even among those unable to read a note. on the whole the prison was as cheery and pleasant as fitted such an institution, except the women's ward, into which a vicious-looking girl admitted me sulkily at sight of the comandante's order. a silent, nondescript woman of forty took me in charge with all too evident ill-will and marched me around the patio on which opened the rooms of female inmates, while the fifty or more of them left off their cooking and washing for the male prisoners and stood at disgruntled attention in sullen silence. their quarters were noticeably dirtier than those of the men. my guide took leave of me at the first of the three iron doors, having still to postpone his exit a year or more, and these again, fortunately, swung on their hinges as if by magic to let pass only one of the thousand of us within. on the mule-car that dragged and jolted us out to the "niagara of mexico" were three resident germans who strove to be "simpático" to the natives by a clumsy species of "horse play." their asininity is worth mention only because among those laughing at their antics was a peon who had been gashed across the hand, half-severing his wrist, yet who sat on the back platform without even a rag around the wound, though with a rope tourniquet above. two gray and decrepit policemen rode with him and half way out stopped at a stone hut to arrest the perpetrator of the deed and bring him along, wrapped in the customary red sarape and indifference. the waterfall over a broad face of rock was pleasing but not extraordinary, and swinging on my rucksack i struck off afoot. the lightly rolling land was very fertile, with much corn, great droves of cattle, and many shallow lakes, its climate a pleasant cross between late spring and early fall. from el castillo the path lay along the shimmering railroad, on which i outdid the train to atequisa station. the orange vendors lolling here under the shade of their hats gave the distance to chapala as fifteen miles, and advised me to hire a horse or take passage in the stage. this primitive bone-shaker, dark-red in color, the body sitting on huge leather springs, was drawn by four teams of mules in tandem, and before revolution spread over the land was customarily packed to the roof and high above it with excursionists to mexico's chief inland watering-place. now it dashed back and forth almost empty. i preferred my own legs. a soft road led between orange-groves--at the station were offered for sale seedless oranges compared to which those of california are pigmies--to the drowsing town of atequisa. through one of its crumbling stone gates the way spread at large over its sandy, sun-bathed plaza, then contracted again to a winding wide trail, rising leisurely into the foothills beyond. a farmer of sixty, homeward bound to his village of santa cruz on a loose-eared ass, fell in with me. he lacked entirely that incommunicative manner and half-resentful air i had so often encountered in the mexican, and his country dialect whiled away the time as we followed the unfenced "road" around and slowly upward into hills less rugged than those about guanajuato and thinly covered with coarse grass and small brush. twenty-one years ago he had worked here as _mozo_ for "gringoes," my compatriots. they had offered him a whole peso a day if he would not get married. but "he and she both wanted," so "qué quiera usté'"? they had started farming on a little piece of rocky ridge. he would point it out to me when we came nearer. by and by he had bought another piece of land for fifty pesos and then _poco á poco_ for forty pesos some more. then for twenty-four pesos and fifty centavos he had bought a cow, and the _vaca_ before long gave them a fine calf and twelve _cuartillos_ of milk a day. so that he was able to buy another heifer and then an ox and finally another ox and-- whack! it took many a thump and prod and "bur-r-r-r-r-r-o!" to make the pretty little mouse-colored donkey he was riding keep up with me--and what did i think he paid for him? eighteen pesos! sí, señor, ní más ní menos. a bargain, eh? and for the other one at home, which is larger, only twenty-two pesos, and for the one _they_ stole from him, fifteen pesos and a bag of corn. and once _they_ stole all three of the _burritos_ and he ran half way to colima and had them arrested and got the _animalitos_ back. so that now he had two oxen--pray god they were still safe--and two burros and three pieces of land and a good wife--only yesterday she fell down and broke her arm and he had had to cut sticks to tie it up and she would have to work without using it for a long time-- whack! "anda bur-r-r-r-r-ro!" and once he owned it he never could get himself to sell an animalito. they were sometimes useful to plow and plant anyway, and this life of _sembrar_ and _cosechar_ was just the one for him. the cities, bah!--though he had been twice to guadalajara and only too glad to get away again--and wasn't i tired enough to try the burrito a while, i should find her pace smooth as sitting on the ground. no? well, at least if i got tired i could come and spend the night in his _casita_, a very poor little house, to be sure, which he had built himself long ago, soon after they were married, but there i would be in my own house, and his wife--or perhaps now he himself--would _ordeñar la vaca_ and there would be fresh milk and-- so on for some seven or eight miles. here and there the road passed through an open gate as into a farmyard, though there were no adjoining fences to mark these boundaries of some new hacienda or estate. from the highest point there was a pretty retrospect back on atequisa and the railroad and the broad valley almost to far-off guadalajara, and ahead, also still far away, lake chapala shimmering in the early sunset. between lay broad, rolling land, rich with flowers and shrubbery, and with much cultivation also, one vast field of ripening indian corn surely four miles long and half as wide stretching like a sea to its surrounding hills, about its edge the leaf and branch shacks of its guardians. maize, too, covered all the slope down to the mountain-girdled lake, and far, far away on a point of land, like tyre out in the mediterranean, the twin towers of the church of chapala stood out against the dimming lake and the blue-gray range beyond. two leagues off it the peasant pointed out the ridge that hid his casita and his animalitos and his good wife--with her broken arm now--and regretting that i would not accept his poor hospitality, for i must be tired, he rode away down a little barranca walled by tall bushes with brilliant masses of purple, red, and pink flowers and so on up to the little patch of corn which--yes, surely, i could see a corner of it from here, and from it, if only i would come, i should see the broad blue view of chapala lake, and--my road descended and went down into the night, plentifully scattered with loose stones. before it had grown really dark i found myself casting a shadow ahead, and turned to find an enormous red moon gazing dreamily at me from the summit of the road behind. then came the suburbs and enormous ox-carts loaded with everything, and donkeys without number passing silent-footed in the sand, and peons, lacking entirely the half-insolence and pulque-sodden faces of guanajuato region, greeted me unfailingly with "adiós" or "buenas noches." but once in the cobble-paved village i must pay high in the "hotel victor"--the larger ones being closed since anarchy had confined the wealthy to their cities--for a billowy bed and a chicken centuries old served by waiters in evening dress and trained-monkey manners. the free and easy old _casa de asistencia_ of guadalajara was far more to my liking. but at least the landlord loaned me a pair of trunks for a moonlight swim in lake chapala, whispering some secret to its sandy beaches in the silence of the silver-flooded night. it is the largest lake in mexico, second indeed only to titicaca among the lofty sheets of water of the western world. more than five thousand feet above the sea, it is shallow and stormy as lake erie. waves were dashing high at the foot of the town in the morning. its fishermen are ever fearful of its fury and go to pray for a safe return from every trip before their patron st. peter in the twin-spired village church up toward which the lake was surging this morning as if in anger that this place of refuge should be granted its legitimate victims. its rage made the journey by water i had planned to ribera castellanos inadvisable, even had an owner of one of the little open boats of the fishermen been willing to trust himself on its treacherous bosom, and by blazing eleven i was plodding back over the road of yesterday. the orange vendors of atequisa gathered around me at the station, marveling at the strength of my legs. in the train i shared a bench with a dignified old mexican of the country regions, who at length lost his reserve sufficiently to tell me of the "muy amigo gringo" whose picture he still had on the wall of his house since the day twenty-seven years ago when my compatriot had stopped with him on a tour of his native state, carrying a small pack of merchandise which gave him the entrée into all houses, but which he purposely held at so high a price that none would buy. from ocotlán station a broad level highway, from which a glimpse is had of the sharp, double peak of colima volcano, runs out to ribera castellanos. sam rogers was building a tourist hotel there. its broad lawn sloped down to the edge of lake chapala, lapping at the shores like some smaller ocean; from its verandas spread a view of sixty miles across the mexican titicaca, with all vacation sports, a perennial summer without undue heat, and such sunsets as none can describe. the hacienda san andrés, also american owned, embraced thousands of acres of rich bottom land on which already many varieties of fruit were producing marvelously, as well as several mountain peaks and a long stretch of lake front. the estate headquarters was like some modern railway office, with its staff of employees. in the nearby stables horses were saddled for us and we set off for a day's trip all within the confines of the farm, under guidance of the bulky mexican head overseer in all his wealth of national garb and armament. for miles away in several directions immense fields were being plowed by dozens of ox-teams, the white garments of the drivers standing out sharply against the brown landscape. two hours' riding around the lagoon furnishing water for irrigation brought us to a village of some size, belonging to the estate. the wife of one of the bee-tenders emerged from her hut with bowls of clear rich honey and tortillas, and the manner of a serf of medieval times before her feudal lord. the bees lived in hollow logs with little thatched roofs. for several miles more the rich bottom lands continued. then we began to ascend through bushy foothills, and cultivation dropped behind us, as did the massive head overseer, whose weight threatened to break his horse's back. well up we came upon the "chaparral," the hacienda herdsman, tawny with sunburn even to his leather garments. he knew by name every animal under his charge, though the owners did not even know the number they possessed. a still steeper climb, during the last of which even the horses had to be abandoned, brought us to a hilltop overlooking the entire lake, with the villages on its edge, and range after range of the mountains of jalisco and michoacán. our animals were more than an hour picking their way down the stony trails between all but perpendicular cornfields, the leaves of which had been stripped off to permit the huge ear at the top the more fully to ripen. a boulder set in motion at the top of a field would have been sure death to the man or horse it struck at the bottom. the hotel launch set me across the lake next morning. from the rock-tumbled fisher-town of la palma an arriero pointed out to me far away across the plains of michoacán a mountain of striking resemblance to mt. tabor in palestine, as the landmark on the slopes of which to seek that night's lodging. the treeless land of rich black loam was flat as a table, yet the trail took many a turn, now to avoid the dyke of a former governor and porfirio diaz, who planned to pump dry this end of the lake, now for some reason only those with mexican blood in their veins could fathom. peons were fishing in the irrigating ditches with machetes, laying their huge, sluggish victims all but cut in two on the grass behind them. noon brought sahuayo, a large village in an agricultural district, in one of the huts of which ten cents produced soup, pork, frijoles, tortillas, and coffee, to say nothing of the tablecloth in honor of so unexpected a guest and a dozen oranges for the thirst beyond. the new trail struck off across the fields almost at right angles to the one that had brought me. i was already on the hacienda guaracha, largest of the state of michoacán, including within its holdings a dozen such villages as this, but the owner to whom i bore a letter lived still leagues distant. dwellers on the estate must labor on it when required or seek residence elsewhere, which means far distant. all with whom i spoke on the subject, native or foreigners, seemed agreed that the peon prefers this plan to being thrown on his own responsibility. the traveler could easily fancy himself in danger in this vast fenceless and defenseless space. enormous herds were visible for miles in every direction, bulls roamed here and there, bellowing moodily, cattle and horses by hundreds waded and grazed in the shallow swamps across which the dyked path led. all the brilliant day "mt. tabor" stood forth in all its beauty across the plain in this clear air, and the sun brought sweat even at more than a mile above the sea. i was in the very heart of birdland. these broad, table-flat stretches of rich plateau, now half inundated, seemed some enormous outdoor aviary. every species of winged creature one had hoped ever to see even in zoo cages or the cases of museums seemed here to live and fly and have its songful being. great sluggish _zopilotes_ of the horrid vulture family strolled or circled lazily about, seeking the scent of carrion. long-legged, snow-white herons stood in the marshes. great flocks of small black birds that could not possibly have numbered less than a hundred thousand each rose and fell and undulated in waves and curtains against the background of mountains beyond, screening it as by some great black veil. there were blood-red birds, birds blue as turquoise, some of almost lilac hue, every grassy pond was overspread with wild ducks so tame they seemed waiting to be picked up and caressed, eagles showed off their spiral curves in the sky above like daring aviators over some admiring field of spectators; everywhere the stilly hum of semi-tropical life was broken only by the countless and inimitable bird calls. as my shadow grew ungainly, the dyked path struck across a long wet field against the black soil of which the dozens of white-clad peons with their mattocks gleamed like grains of rice on an ebony surface. beyond, it entered foothills, flanked a peak, and joined a wide road leading directly to an immense cluster of buildings among trees. the sun was firing the western horizon. from every direction groups of white-garbed peons were drawing like homing pigeons toward this center of the visible landscape. i reached it with them and, passing through several massive gates, mounted through a corral or cobbled stable yard with many bulky, two-wheeled carts and fully two hundred mules, then up an inclined, cobbled way through a garden of flowers to the immense pillared veranda with cement floor of the owner's hacienda residence. the building was in the form of a hollow square, enclosing a flowery patio as large as many a town plaza. don diego was not at home, nor indeed were any of his immediate family, who preferred the urban pleasures of guadalajara. the indian door-tender brought me to "don carlos," a fat, cheerful man of forty in a white jacket, close-fitting trousers, and an immense revolver attached to the left side of his broad and heavily weighted cartridge-belt. i presented my letter of introduction from an american friend of the owner and was soon entangled in the coils of mexican pseudo-politeness. don carlos tore himself away from his priceless labors as manager of the hacienda and took me up on the flat roof of the two-story house, from which a fine view was had for miles in all directions; indeed, nearly a half of the estate could be seen, with its peon villages, its broad stretches of new-plowed fields, and the now smokeless chimney of the sugar mill among the trees. the interest of the manager did not extend beyond the cut-and-dried formalities common to all mexicans. in spite of his honeyed words, it was evident he looked upon me as a necessary evil, purposely come to the hacienda to seek food and lodging, and to be gotten rid of as soon as possible, compatible with the sacred arabian rules of hospitality. i had not yet learned that a letter of introduction in latin america, given on the slightest provocation, is of just the grade of importance such custom would warrant. not that don carlos was rude. indeed, he strove outwardly to be highly _simpático_. but one read the insincerity underneath by a kind of intuition, and longed for the abrupt but honestly frank texan. the two front corners of the estate residence were taken up by the hacienda store and church respectively--a handy arrangement by virtue of which whatever went out the pay window to the peons (and it was not much) came in again at one or the other of the corner doors. adjoining the building and half surrounding it was an entire village, with a flowery plaza and promenades for its inhabitants. the owners of the estate were less churlishly selfish than their prototypes in our own country, in that they permitted the public, which is to say their own workmen and families, to go freely anywhere in the family residence and its patio, except into the dwelling-rooms proper. when darkness came on we sat in the piazza garden overlooking the mule-yard. the evening church service over, the estate priest came to join us, putting on his huge black "texas" hat and lighting a cigarette on the chapel threshold. he wore an innumerable series of long black robes, which still did not conceal the fact that the curve from chest to waist was the opposite of that common to sculptured figures, and his hand-shake was particularly soft and snaky. he quickly took charge of the conversation and led it into anecdotes very few of which could be set down by the writers of modern days, denied the catholic privileges of old boccaccio and rabelais. toward eight supper was announced. but instead of the conversational feast amid a company of educated mexican men and women i had pictured to myself during the day's tramp, i was led into a bare stone room with a long, white-clothed table, on a corner of which sat in solitary state two plates and a salt cellar. a peon waiter brought an ample, though by no means epicurean, supper, through all which don carlos sat smoking over his empty plate opposite me, alleging that he never ate after noonday for dread of taking on still greater weight, and striving to keep a well-bred false politeness in the voice in which he answered my few questions. he had spent a year in a college of new jersey, but had not even learned to pronounce the name of that state. having pointed out to me the room i was to occupy, he excused himself for a "momentito," and i have never seen him since. evidently horrified at the sight of a white man, even if only a "gringo," traveling on foot, the manager had insisted on lending me a horse and mozo to the railroad station of moreno, fifteen miles distant, but still within the confines of the hacienda. it may be also that he gave orders to have me out of his sight before he rose. at any rate it was barely three when a knock at the door aroused me and by four i stumbled out into the black starlit night to find saddled for me in the mule-corral what might by a considerable stretch of the word be called a horse. the mozo was well mounted, however, and the family chauffeur, carrying in one hand a basket of eggs he had been sent to fetch the estate owner in guadalajara, rode a magnificent white animal. without even the formal leave-taking cup of coffee, we set off on the road to the eastward. for road in mexico always read--at best a winding stretch of dried mud with narrow paths meandering through the smoother parts of it, the whole tumbled everywhere with stones and rocks and broken by frequent unexpected deep cracks and stony gorges. my "horse" was as striking a caricature of that species of quadruped as could have been found in an all-night search in the region, which indeed there was reason to believe had been produced in just that manner. but at least it had the advantage of being unable to keep up with my companions, leaving me alone behind in far more pleasant company. we wound through several long peon villages, mere grass huts on the bare earth floors of which the inhabitants lay rolled up in their blankets. i had not been supplied with spurs, essential to all horsemanship in mexico, and was compelled at thirty second intervals to prick up the jade between my legs with the point of a lead pencil, the only weapon at hand, or be left behind entirely. as the stars dimmed and the horizon ahead took on a thin gray streak, peons wrapped in their sarapes passed now and then noiselessly in their soft leather _huarachas_ close beside me. in huts along the way frowsy, unwashed women might be heard already crushing in their stone mortars, under stone rolling-pins, maize for the morning atole and tortillas, while thick smoke began to wander lazily out from the low doorways. swiftly it grew lighter until suddenly an immense red sun leaped full-grown above the ragged horizon ahead, just as we sighted an isolated station building in the wilderness that now surrounded us on all sides. a two-car train rambled through a light-wooded, half-mountainous country, stopping at every collection of huts to pick up or set down a peon or two, and drew up at length in zamora. it was a populous, flat-roofed, ill-smelling, typical mexican city of checkerboard pattern, on the plaza of which faced the "hotel morelos," formerly the "porfirio diaz," but with that seditious name now carefully painted over. being barely a mile above sea-level, the town has a suggestion of the tropics and the temperature of midday is distinctly noticeable. zamora ranks as the most fanatical spot in michoacán, which is itself so throttled by the church that it is known as the "estado torpe," the torpid state. its bishop is rated second in all mexico only to that of the sacred city of guadalupe. here are monasteries, and monks, and nuns in seclusion, priests roam the streets in robes and vestments, form processions, and display publicly the "host" and other paraphernalia of their faith; all of which is forbidden by the laws of mexico. when i emerged from the hotel, every person in sight, from newsboys to lawyers in frock coats, was kneeling wherever he happened to be, on his veranda, on the sidewalk, or in the middle of the street, his hat laid on the ground before him, facing a high churchman in flowing robes and a "stove-pipe" hat strutting across the plaza toward the cathedral. traveling priests wear their regalia of office as far as yurécuaro on the main line, changing there to civilian garb. nor is the power of the church here confined to things spiritual. vast portions of the richest sections of the state are church owned, though ostensibly property of the lawyers that control them. holding the reins, the ecclesiastics make it impossible for companies to open up enterprises except under their tutelage. the population of the state is some eighty per cent, illiterate, yet even foreigners find it impossible to set up schools for their own employees. the women _of all classes_ are almost without exception illiterate. the church refuses to educate them, and sternly forbids any one else to do so. an american catholic long resident reported even the priests ignorant beyond belief, and asserted that usury and immorality was almost universal among the churchmen of all grades. the peasants are forced to give a tenth of all they produce, be it only a patch of corn, to the church, which holds its stores until prices are high, while the poverty-stricken peon must sell for what he can get. those married by the church are forbidden to contract the civil ceremony, though the former is unlawful and lack of the latter makes their children legally illegitimate. the local form of worship includes many of the barbaric superstitions of the indians grafted on the stems of catholicism, and weird pagan dances before the altar are a part of many a _fiesta_. the town has already churches sufficient to house easily all the population, yet an immense new cathedral is building. the purpose of its erection, according to the bishop, is "for the greater glorification of god." i spent two days with the american superintendent of "platanal," the electric plant run by water power a few miles out of town through fields of head-high maize. the night before my arrival bandits had raided the establishment and one of them had been killed. the president of zamora had profusely thanked the "gringo" in charge when he presented himself in town with the body. on pay-day the manager went and came from the bank with two immense revolvers and a loaded rifle. the current supplied by the rapids of "platanal" is carried on high-tension wires to several cities far distant, including guanajuato, a hundred miles away. let the dynamo here break down and the cage of "pingüico" mine hangs suspended in its shaft and stygian darkness falls in the labyrinth below. in the rainy season lightning causes much trouble, and immense flocks of birds migrating south or north, according to the period of year, keep the repair gangs busy by flying against the wires and causing short circuits through their dead bodies. woodpeckers eat away the wooden cross-pieces on the iron towers with disheartening rapidity. the company is philanthropically inclined toward its employees. even the peons are given two weeks' vacation on full pay, during which many rent a patch of land on the mountainside to plant with corn. a savings bank system is maintained, strict sanitation is insisted upon in the houses furnished by the company, and the methods of the haciendas of the region, of paying the peon the lowest possible wages for his labor and produce and selling to him at the highest possible prices at the estate store, thereby keeping him in constant debt and a species of slavery, are avoided. the result is a permanent force of high mexican grade. all attempts of the company to introduce schools, however, even on its own property, have been frustrated by the powerful churchmen. a bright young native in the plant was an expert at figures, which he had been surreptitiously taught by his "gringo" superior, but he could not sign his name. chapter v on the trail in michoacÁn my compatriot strongly opposed my plan of walking to uruapan--at least without an armed guard! the mountains were full of bandits, the tarascan indians, living much as they did at the time of the conquest, did not even speak spanish, they were unfriendly to whites, and above all dangerously superstitious on the subject of photography. there are persons who would consider it perilous to walk the length of broadway, and lose sight even of the added attraction of that reputed drawback. i was off at dawn. hundreds of indians from the interior had slept in scattered groups all along the road to town, beside the produce they had come to sell on market day. for it is against the law to be found out of doors in zamora after ten! my compatriot had twice fallen foul of the vigilant police there and been roundly mulcted--once the bolt of the hired carriage in which he was riding broke, the conveyance turned turtle, mashed his foot, and covered his face with blood, and he was imprisoned and fined for "escándalo." on another occasion he spent some time in jail because his mozo behind him accidentally knocked over the lantern of a policeman set in the middle of the street. but let us leave so straight-laced a spot behind. the rocky "road" could not hold to the same opinion for a hundred consecutive yards, but kept changing its mind as often as it caught sight of some new corner of the landscape. the indians, who crowded the way during the first hour, were not friendly, but neither did they show any dangerous propensities, and never failed in greeting if spoken to first. there were many of them of pure aboriginal blood. the stony road climbed somewhat to gain tangantzicuaro, then stumbled across a flatter country growing more wooded to chilota, a large town with a tiny plaza and curious, overhanging eaves, reminiscent of japan, stretching down its checker-board streets in all directions. the trail, which had gone a mile or more out of its way to visit the place, no sooner left it than it fell abruptly into the bed of what in other weather would have been a rocky mountain torrent, and set off with it in a totally new direction, as if, having fallen in with congenial company, it had entirely forgotten the errand on which it had first set forth. the land was fertile, with much corn. in time road and river bed parted company, though only after several attempts, like old gossips, and the former took to climbing upward through thin forests of pine in which the wind whispered an imitation of some distant, small waterfall. for some miles there were no houses. up and down and in and out of valleys thin with pine we wandered, with now and then a rough shelter of rubbish and thatch, halting places of traveling indians or the guard-houses of their fields, while the sky ahead was always filled half-way up by peaks of many shapes wooded in every inch with brightest evergreens. michoacán is celebrated for its forests. the population showed no great difference from the peasants elsewhere. i ran early into their superstitions against photography, however, their belief, common to many uncivilized races, being that once their image is reproduced any fate that befalls it must occur to them in person. when i stepped into a field toward a man behind his wooden plow, he said in a very decided tone of voice, "no, señor, no quiero!" "why not?" i asked. "porque no quiero, señor," and he swung the sort of small adze he carried to break up the clods of the field rather loosely and with a determined gleam in his eye. i did not want the picture so badly as all that. there was no such objection in the straggling town made of thatch and rubbish i found along the way early in the afternoon. the hut i entered for food had an unleveled earth floor, many wide cracks in the roof, and every inch within was black with soot of the cooking-stove--three large stones with a steaming earthen pot on them. there was _carne de carnero_, tortillas and water, all for five cents. the weak-kneed table was spread with a white cloth, there were several awkward, _shallow_, home-made chairs, and against the wall a large primitive sideboard with glistening brown earthen pots and carefully polished plates and bowls. when i had photographed the interior, la senora asked if i would take a second picture, and raced away to another hut. she soon returned with a very small and poor amateur print of two peons in sunday dress. one of them was her son, who had been killed by a falling pine, and the simple creature fancied the magic contrivance i carried could turn this tiny likeness into a life-size portrait. beyond, were more rocks and wooded mountains, with vast seas of indian corn stretching to pine-clad cliffs, around the "shores" of which were dozens of make-shift shacks for the guardians against theft of the grain. later i passed an enormous field of maize, which more than a hundred indians of both sexes and every age that could stand on its own legs were harvesting. it was a communal corn-field, of which there are many in this region. they picked the ears from the dry stalks still standing and, tossing them into baskets, heaped them up in various parts of the field and at little temporary shanties a bit above the general level on the surrounding "coast." as i passed, the gang broke up and peons in all colors, male, female, and in embryo, went away in all directions like a scattering flock of birds. thus far there had been no suggestion of the reputed dangers of the road. but trouble is never far off in mexico, since the failure of its rapidly changing governments to put down bands of marauders has given every rascal in the country the notion of being his own master. the sun was just setting when, among several groups coming and going, i heard ahead five peons, maudlin with mescal, singing and howling at the top of their voices. as they drew near, one of them said something to his companions about "armas." i fancied he was expressing some idle drunken wonder as to whether i was armed or not, and as he held a hand behind him as if it might grasp a rock, i kept a weather eye on him as we approached. had the weapon i carried in sight been a huge six-shooter, even without cartridges, it would probably have been more effective than the toy automatic well loaded. as the group passed, howling drunkenly, a veritable giant of a fellow suddenly jumped toward me with an oath. i drew my putative weapon, and at the same moment the hand i had guessed to be full of rock appeared with an enormous revolver, shining new. with drunken flourishes the peon invited me to a duel. i kept him unostentatiously covered but continued serenely on my way. to have shown fear would have been as dangerous as for a lion-tamer in the cage with his pets. on the other hand, to have killed or seriously wounded one of the group would in all likelihood have meant at least a none-too-well-housed delay of several years in my journey, for the courts of mexico seldom admit pleas of provocation from a "gringo." the group bawled after me and finally, when i was nearly a hundred yards beyond, the fellow fired four shots in my general direction. but as his bright new weapon, like so many furnished his class by our enterprising arms factories, was made to sell rather than to shoot, and his marksmanship was distinctly tempered with mescal fumes, the four bullets harmlessly kicked up the dust at some distance on as many sides of me, with danger chiefly to the several groups of frightened peasants cowering behind all the rocks and rises of ground in the vicinity. the dangers of the road in mexico are chiefly from peons mixed with fire-water. when he is sober, the native's attitude verges on the over-cautious. but it is a double danger to the wandering "gringo," for the reason above mentioned, while the native who kills a foreigner not infrequently escapes with impunity, and "gun toting" is limited now among all classes of the men only by the disparity between their wealth and the price of a weapon. as i passed on over the rise of ground ahead, huddled groups of men, women, and children fell in after me as if for protection from their own people. at dusk i entered paracho with a good thirty miles behind me. it was a quaint little town in a lap of valley surrounded by pined hills and with the overhanging japanese eaves peculiar to the region. the inhabitants were entirely peons and indians, none in "european" dress. the vision of being carried into the place with a few stray bits of lead lodged in one's anatomy was not alluring, and the dark dirty little _cárcel_ on the plaza looked equally uninteresting. i turned in at the "mesón de la providencia." the keeper gave his attention chiefly to his little liquor and corn shop wide-opening on the street. there were several large rooms above, however, facing the great corral where mules and asses were munching and arrieros had spread their straw and blankets for the night, and in at least one of them was not merely a wooden-floored cot but two sheets to go with it. i bathed in the tin washbasin and turned out redressed for a turn through the town. it swarmed with liquor-shops. apparently any one with nothing else to do could set up a little drunkery or street-stand without government interference. there was no pulque, the maguey being unknown to the region, but bottled mescal and aguardiente de caña amply made up for it. it seemed uncanny that one could talk with ease to these unlettered dwellers in the wilderness in the same tongue learned in a peaceful class-room of the far north. a towsled woman or child drifted now and then into the mesón shop to buy a mexican cent's worth of firewood. the woman who kept the shanty _fonda_ down the street boasted of having lived nineteen months in california in her halcyon days, but was obliged to borrow enough of me in advance to buy the ingredients of the scanty supper she finally prepared. by eight the corral was snoring with arrieros and i ascended to my substantial couch. a wintry cold of the highlands hung over paracho when dawn crawled in to find me shivering under a light blanket. as i left the place behind, the sun began to peer through the crest pines of a curiously formed mountain to the east, and to rend and tear the heavy fog banks hanging over the town and valley. peons tight-wrapped in their blankets from eyes to knees slipped noiselessly past. there was a penetrating chill in the air, the fields were covered white with what seemed to be hoar frost, and the grassy way was wet with dew as after a heavy shower. within half an hour the way began to rise and soon entered an immense pine forest without a sign of habitation. tramping was delightful through what seemed a wild, untamed, and unteutonized harz, with only the faint road and an occasional stump to show man had passed that way before. huge birds circled majestically over the wooded hills and valleys of which the trail caught frequent brief but wide vistas. the road would have just suited hazlitt, for it never left off winding, both in and out through the whispering forest and in and out of itself by numberless paths, often spreading over a hundred yards of width, and rolling and pitching like a ship at sea. as in most of mexico, wheeled traffic would here have been impossible. by eight i could stuff my coat into my knapsack. the day's journey was short, and twice i lay an hour on a grassy knoll gazing at the birds and leisurely drifting clouds above and listening to the soft whispering of the pines. then an unraveled trail led gradually downward, fell in with a broad sandy "road" that descended more sharply to a still swifter cobbled way, and about me grew up a land reminiscent of ceylon, with many frail wooden houses on either side among banana groves, fruit for sale before them, and frequent streams of clear water babbling past. but it was only half-tropical, and further down the way was lined with huge trees resembling the elm. uruapan was just high enough above the real tropics to be delightful. the attitude of its people, too, was pleasing. if not exactly friendly, they lacked that sour incommunicativeness of the higher plateau. very few were in modern costume and to judge from the crowd of boys that gathered round me as i wrote my notes in a plaza bench, the arrival of a white man in this largely indian town was an event not to be slighted. there was a general air of more satisfaction with life in the languid country place where nature rewards all labor quickly and well, and where nearly all have gardens and orchards of their own to make them independent of working for others at a scanty wage. its plaza lies a bit higher than the rest of the town, and from it straight streets of one-story houses, all of different slope, flow gently down, to be lost a few blocks away in greenery. the roofs of tile or a long untapered shingle are not flat, as elsewhere, but with a slope for the tropical rains. patio life is well developed. within the blank walls of the central portion all the rooms open on sun-flooded, inner gardens and whole orchards within which pass almost all the family activities, even to veranda dining-rooms in the edge of the shade. dense groves of banana and coffee trees surround most of the uncrowded, adobe dwellings. in the outskirts the houses are of wood, with sharp-peaked roofs, and little hovels of mud and rubbish loll in the dense-black cool shadows of the productive groves and of the immense trees that are a feature of the place. flowers bloom everywhere, and all vegetation is of the deepest green. on every side the town dies away into domesticated jungle beyond which lie such pine forests, vast corn fields, and washed-out trails as on the way thither from zamora. there is not a "sight" of the slightest importance in uruapan. but the place itself is a sight worth long travel, with its soft climate like the offspring of the wedded north and south, a balmy, gentle existence where is only occasionally felt the hard reality of life that runs beneath, when man shows himself less kindly than nature. a man offered to sell me for a song a tract bordering the river, with a "house" ready for occupancy, and had the place and all that goes with it been portable we should quickly have come to terms. for uruapan is especially a beauty spot along the little cupatitzio, where water clearer than that of lake geneva foams down through the dense vegetation and under little bridges quaint and graceful as those of japan. the sanitary arrangements, of course, are mexican. women in bands wash clothes along the shady banks, both sexes bathe their light-chocolate skins in sunny pools, there were even horses being scrubbed in the transparent stream, and below all this others dipped their drinking water. here and there the water was led off by many little channels and overhead wooden troughs to irrigate the gardens and to run little mills and cigarette factories. in the outskirts i passed the city slaughter-house. a low atone wall separated from the street a large corral; with a long roof on posts, a stone floor, and a rivulet of water down through it occupying the center of the compound. the cattle, healthy, medium-sized steers worth fifteen dollars a head in this section, were lassoed around the horns and dragged under the roof, where another dexterously thrown noose bound their feet together and threw them on the stone floor. they were neither struck nor stunned in any way. when they were so placed that their throats hung over the rivulet, a butcher made one single quick thrust with a long knife near the collarbone and into the heart. boys caught the blood in earthen bowls as it gushed forth and handed it to various women hanging over the enclosing wall. the animal gave a few agonized bellows, a few kicks, and died. each was quickly skinned and quartered, the more unsavory portions at once peddled along the wall, and bare-headed indians carried a bleeding quarter on their black thick hair to the hooks on either side of pack horses which boys drove off to town as they were loaded. there the population bought strips and chunks of the still almost palpitating meat, ran a string through an end of each piece, and carried it home under the glaring sun. all this is commonplace. but the point of the scene was the quite evident _pleasure_ all concerned seemed to take in the unpleasant business. most of us eat meat, but we do not commonly find our recreation in slaughter-houses. here whole crowds of boys, dogs, and noisy youths ran about the stone floor, fingering the still pulsating animal, mimicking its dying groans amid peals of laughter, wallowing in its ebbing blood, while fully as large an assemblage of women, girls, and small children hung over the wall in a species of ecstatic glee at the oft-repeated drama. death, especially a bloody one, appeared to awaken a keen enjoyment, to quicken the sluggard pulse of even this rather peaceful tarascan tribe. one could easily fancy them watching with the same ebullient joy the dying struggles of helpless human beings butchered in the same way. the killing of the trussed and fallen animal over the rivulet recalled the cutting out of the heart of human victims on the sacrificial stones amid the plaudits of the aztec multitude and the division of the still quivering flesh among them, and the vulgar young fellows running around, knife in hand, eager for an opportunity to use them, their once white smocks smeared and spattered with blood, brought back the picture of the savage old priests of the religion of montezuma. the scene made more comprehensible the preconquest customs of the land, as the antithesis of the drunken and excited indian to the almost effeminate fear of the same being sober makes more clear that inexplicable piece of romance, the conquest of mexico. there is less evidence of "religion" in uruapan than in zamora. priests were rarely seen on the streets and the church bells were scarcely troublesome. peons and a few of even higher rank, however, never passed the door of a church even at a distance without raising their hats. twice during the day i passed groups of women of the peon class carrying in procession several framed chromo representations of saint quién sabe, bearing in his arms an imaginary christ child, all of them wailing and chanting a dismal dirge as they splashed along through the dust in their bare feet. a tragedy: as i returned in the soft air of sunset from the clear little river boiling over its rocks, i passed in a deep-shaded lane between towering banana, coffee, and larger trees about three feet of mexican in sarape and overgrown hat rooted to a certain spot and shedding copious tears, while on the ground beside him were the remnants of a glazed pot and a broad patch of what had once been native firewater mingled with the thirsty sand. some distance on i heard a cry as of a hunted human being and turned to see the pot remnants and the patch in the self-same spot, but the hat and the three feet of mexican under it were speeding away down the lane on wings of terror. but all in vain, for behind stalked at even greater speed a mexican mother, gaining on him who fled, like inexorable fate, not rapidly but all too surely. the only train out of uruapan leaves at an unearthly hour. the sun was just peering over the horizon, as if reconnoitering for a safe entrance, when i fought my way into a chiefly peon crowd packed like a log-jam around a tiny window barely waist high, behind which some unseen but plainly mexican being sold tickets more slowly than american justice in pursuit of the wealthy. for a couple of miles the way lay across a flat rich land of cornfields, pink with cosmos flowers. then the train began to creak and grind upward at dog-trot pace, covering four or five times what would have been the distance in a straight line and uncovering broad vistas of plump-formed mountains shaggy with trees, and vast, hollowed-out valleys flooded with corn. soon there were endless pine forests on every hand, with a thick, oak-like undergrowth. a labyrinth of loops one above another brought us to ajambarán and a bit of level track, with no mountains in the landscape because we stood on the summit of them. little lake zirahuén, surrounded on all sides by sloping hills, half pine, half corn, gleamed with an emerald blue. the train half circled it, at a considerable distance, giving several broad vistas, each lower than the preceding, as we climbed to an animated box-car station higher still. from there we began to descend. over the divide was a decided change in the landscape; again that dry, brown, thinly vegetated country of most of the mexican highlands. miles before we reached the town of the same name, beautiful lake pátzcuaro burst on our sight through a break in the hills to the left, and continued to gladden the eyes until we drew up at the station. while the rest of the passengers repaired to the mule-tram, i set off afoot for the town, a steady climb of two miles by a cobbled road, up the center of which runs a line of large stones worn flat by generations of bare feet. the man who baedekerized mexico says it is a "very difficult" trip afoot. perhaps it would be to him. from the central line of flat stones there ran out, every yard, at right angles, lines of stones a bit smaller, the space between being filled in with small cobbles, with grass growing between them. the sun was powerful in this thin atmosphere of more than seven thousand feet elevation. i was barely settled in the hotel when the mule-tram arrived. patzcuaro is one of the laziest, drowsiest, most delightful pimples on the earth to be found in a long search. it has little in common with uruapan. here is not a suggestion of the tropics, but just a large indian village of mud and adobe houses and neck-breaking, cobbled streets, a town older than time, sown on and about a hillside backed by pine-treed peaks, with several expanses of plazas, all grown to grass above their cobbled floors, shaded by enormous ash-like trees with neither flowers, shrubs, nor fountains to detract from their atmosphere of roominess. about them run _portales_, arcades with pillars that seem at least to antedate noah, and massive stone benches green with age and water-logged with constant shade, as are also the ancient stone sidewalks under the trees and the overhanging roofs of one-story houses supported by carved beams. along these wanders a chiefly peon population, soft-footed and silent, with a mien and manner that seems to murmur: "if i do not do it to-day there is tomorrow, and next week, and the week after." the place is charming; not to its inhabitants perhaps, but to us from a land where everything is distressingly new. to the man who has anything to do or a desire to do anything, patzcuaro would be infernal; for him who has nothing to do but to do nothing, it is delightful. those who wish may visit crooning old churches more aged than the plays of shakespeare. or one may climb to "calvary." the fanatical inhabitants, abetted by the wily priests, have named a road, "very rocky and very hilly," according to the mexican baedeker, leading to a knoll somewhat above the town, the "via dolorosa," and have scattered fourteen stations of plastered mud niches along the way. from the aged, half-circular, stone bench on the summit is another of the marvelous views that abound in mexico. it was siesta-time, and not a human being was in sight to break the spell. the knoll fell away in bushy precipitousness to the plain below. as i reached the top, two trains, bound back the way i had come, left the station two miles away, one behind the other, and for a long time both were plainly visible as they wound in and out away through the foothills, yet noiseless from here as phantoms, and no blot on the landscape, since all colors, even that of a railroad cutting, blended into the soft-brown whole. the scene was wholly different from that about uruapan, feet lower. there was very little green, and nothing at all of jungle; only a sun-faded brown tapestry backed by a jumble of low mountains covered with short bristling pines. here and there a timid, thin-blue peak peered over a depression in the chain. a panoramic glance, starting from the west, showed range after range, one behind the other, to the dimmest blue distance. swinging round the horizon, skipping the lake, the eye took in a continuous procession of hills, more properly the upper portions of mountains, losing their trees toward the east and growing more and more bare and reddish-brown, until it fell again on the doddering old town napping in its hollow down the slope. below the abrupt face of "calvario," the plain, with a few patches of still green corn alternating with reddish plowed fields, but for the most part humped and bumped, light wooded with scrub pine, was sprinkled with mouse-sized cattle, distinct even to their spots and markings in this marvelous, clear air of the highlands, lazily swinging their tails in summer contentment. but the center of the picture, the picture, indeed, for which all the rest served as frame, was lake pátzcuaro. it is not beautiful, but rather inviting, enticing, mysterious for its many sandy promontories, its tongues of mountains cutting off a farther arm of the lake with the old tarascan capital, and above all for its islands. one of these is flat, running out to sand at either end, and with something of an old town among the trees that cover its slightly humped middle. then there is xanicho, pitched high in mound-shape, suggestive of capri, rocky, bare, reddish-brown, and about its bottom, like a narrow band on a half-sunken mexican hat, a long thin town of white walls and tiled roofs visible in all detail, a church towering above the rest to form the bow of the ribbon. it is strange how the human plant grows everywhere and anywhere, even on a patch of rock thrust forth out of the sea. a bit to the east and farther away lies a much smaller island of similar shape, apparently uninhabited. farther still there stands forth from the water a bare precipitous rock topped by a castle-like building suggesting chillon; and beyond and about are other islands of many shapes, but all flat and gray-green in tint, some so near shore as to blend with the promontories and seem part of the mainland, thereby losing their romance. over all the scene was a light-blue, transparent sky, flecked only with a few snow-white whisps of clouds, like bits of the ostrich plume that hung over uruapan in the far west, and from which a soft wind tore off now and then tiny pieces that floated slowly eastward. the same breeze tempered the sunny stillness of the "calvario," broken occasionally by the song of a happy shepherd boy in the shrub-clad hills and the mellow-voiced, decrepit, old church bells of pátzcuaro below. some miles away from the town, at the far end of lake pátzcuaro, behind the hills, lies the ancient indian village of tzintzuntzan, at the time of the conquest the residence of the chief of the tarascans and ruler of the kingdom of michoacán, which was not subdued until ten years after the fall of mexico. i planned to visit it next day. as i strolled around the unkempt plaza grande in a darkness only augmented by a few weak electric bulbs of slight candle-power, with scores of peons, male and female, wrapped like half-animated mummies in their blankets, even to their noses, i fell in with a german. he was a garrulous, self-complacent, ungraceful man of fifty, a druggist and "doctor" in a small town far down in oaxaca state until revolutions began, when he had escaped in the garb of a peon, leaving most of his possessions behind. now he wandered from town to town, hanging up his shingle a few days in each as an oculist. his hotel room was a museum. none can rival the wandering teuton in the systematic collecting, at its lowest possible cost, of everything that could by any stretch of the imagination ever be of service to a traveler. this one possessed only a rucksack and a blanket-wrapped bundle, but in them he carried more than the average american would be caught in possession of in his own home. there were worn and greasy notebooks full of detailed information of the road, the cheapest hotels of every known town of mexico, with the lowest possible price and the idiosyncrasies of their proprietors that might be played upon to obtain it, the exact café where the beer glasses grew tallest, the expenditures that might be avoided by a foresighted manipulation; there were shoes and slippers, sleeping garments for each degree of temperature, a cooking outfit, a bicycle-lamp with a chimney to read by, guns, gun-oil, gun-cleaners, flannel cloth to take the place of socks for tramping, vaseline to rub on the same--it would be madness to attempt a complete inventory, but he would be inventive indeed who could name anything that teutonic pack did not contain in some abbreviated form, purchased somewhere second hand at a fourth its original cost. the german had learned that the parish priest of tzintzuntzan wore glasses, and we parted agreed to make the trip together. patzcuaro is summery enough by day, but only the hardy would dress leisurely at dawn. a fog as thick as cheese, more properly a descended cloud, enveloped the place, a daily occurrence which the local authorities would have you think make it unusually healthful. an ancient cobbled road leads up and over the first rise, then degenerates to the usual mexican _camino_, a trail twisting in and out along a chaos of rocks and broken ground. the fog hung long with us and made impossible pictures of the procession of tarascan indians coming in from tzintzuntzan with every species of red pottery, from cups to immense water-jars, in great nets on the backs of horses, asses, men, and women. beyond the railroad the trail picked its way, with several climbs over rocky spur-ends, along the marshy edge of the lake, which was so completely surrounded by mud and reeds that i had to leave unfulfilled my promised swim in it. the trip was made endless by the incessant chatter of the "doctor," who rattled on in english without a break; and when i switched him to german his tongue sped still faster, though fortunately more correctly. no wonder those become fluent linguists who can outdistance and outendure a man in his own tongue long before they have begun to learn it. along the way we picked up any amount of shining black obsidian, some in the form of arrow-heads and crude knives that bore out the statement that the indians once even shaved with them. it was nearly eleven when we sighted, down among the trees on the lake shore, the squat church tower of the once capital of michoacán. a native we spoke with referred to it as a "ciudad," but in everything but name it was a dead, mud-and-straw indian village, all but its main street a collection of mud, rags, pigs, and sunshine, and no evidence of what prescott describes as splendid ruins. earthquakes are not unknown, and the bells of the church, old as the conquest of michoacán, hang in the trees before it. inside, an old woman left her sweeping to pull aside the curtains of the reputed titian, a "descent from the cross," while i photographed it from the pulpit, for which privilege the young peon sexton appeared in time to accept a silver coin. the german, with whom business always took precedence over pleasure, had gone to find the house of the priest. when i reached the door of it on the blank main street, he was sitting on a wooden bench in the hallway with a dozen old women and peons. we were admitted immediately after, as befitted our high social standing. a plump little padre nearing sixty, of the general appearance of a well-stuffed grain sack draped in black robes, but of rather impressive features--and wearing glasses--greeted us with formality. the "doctor" drew a black case from his pocket, went through some hocuspocus with a small mirror, and within two minutes, though his spanish was little less excruciating than his english, had proved to the startled curate that the glasses he was wearing would have turned him stone-blind within a month but for the rare fortune of this great berlin specialist's desire to visit the famous historical capital of the tarascans. the priest smoked cigarette after cigarette while my companion fitted another pair of crystals and tucked the dangerous ones away in his own case--for the next victim. he did not even venture to haggle, but paid the two dollars demanded with the alacrity of a man who recognizes his good fortune, and to whom a matter of a few pesos more or less is of slight importance. for were there not a score of indians waiting outside eager to pay as well for masses, confessions, and all the rest of his own hocuspocus? there followed a social chat, well liquefied, after which we took our ceremonious leave. once outside, i learned the distressing fact that the shape of the padre's bows had required crystals costing twelve cents, instead of the customary nine-cent ones. the german set off in the blazing noonday at his swiftest pace. he was obliged to be back at the hotel by three, for the dinner must be paid for whether eaten or not. i fell behind, glad of the opportunity. many groups of peons were returning now, without their loads, but maudlin and nasty tempered with the mescal for which they had exchanged them. my automatic was within easy reach. the oculist had criticized it as far too small for mexican travel. he carried himself a revolver half the size of a rifle, and filed the ends of the bullets crosswise that they might split and spread on entering a body. in the outskirts of patzcuaro there came hurrying toward me a flushed and drunken peon youth with an immense rock in his hand. i reached for my weapon, but he greeted me with a respectful "adiós!" and hurried on. soon he was overtaken by two more youths and dragged back to where an older peon lay in the middle of the road, his head mashed with a rock until trickles of brain protruded. the event seemed to cause little excitement. a few stood at their doors gazing with a mild sort of interest at the corpse, which still lay in the road when i turned a corner above. mules drag the tram-car of pátzcuaro laboriously up the three kilometers from the station to the main plaza, but gravitation serves for the down journey. when enough passengers had boarded it to set it in motion, we slid with a falsetto rumble down the cobbled road, a ragged boy leaning on the brake. beyond the main railroad track a spur ran out on a landing-stage patched together out of old boards and rubbish. peons were loading into an iron scow bags of cement from an american box-car far from home. indians paddled about the lake in canoes of a hollowed log with a high pointed nose, but chopped sharp off at the poop. their paddles were perfectly round pieces of wood, like churn-covers, on the end of long slim handles. we were soon off for morelia, capital of the state, across plains of cattle, with an occasional cut through the hills and a few brown ponds. at one station we passed two carloads of soldiers, westbound. they were nearly all mere boys, as usual, and like the policemen and rurales of the country struck one as unwisely entrusted with dangerous weapons. morelia is seen afar off in the lap of a broad rolling plain, her beautiful cathedral towers high above all the rest. it was brilliant noonday when i descended and walked the mile into town. the birthplace of josé morelos and of yturbide, first emperor of mexico, sits feet above the sea and claims , inhabitants. it is warm and brown with dust. architecturally it is mexican, with flat roofs and none of the overhanging eaves of pátzcuaro and uruapan. from the "centro"--the nerve-center of the "torpid state," with two well-kept plazas, the plateresque cathedral of a pinkish stone worn faint and spotted with time, and the "seat of the powers of the state," all on the summit of a knoll--the entire town slopes gently down and quickly fades away into dirty, half-cobbled suburbs, brown and treeless, overrun with ragged, dust-tinted inhabitants, every street seeming to bring up against the low surrounding range. its natural advantages are fully equal to those of guadalajara, but here pulque grows and man is more torpid. all the place has a hopeless, or at least ambitionless, air, though in this splendid climate poverty has less tinge of misery and the appearance of a greater contentment with its lot. there is a local "poet's walk" that is not particularly poetic, a wild park beyond that is more so, and a great aqueduct over which sprawl enormous masses of the beautiful purple bourgainvillea. this ancient waterway resembles, but is far less striking than that of segovia, for it runs across comparatively level ground and has only single arches of moderate height and too polished construction, instead of the massive cyclopean work of immense blocks of stone without mortar of its spanish counterpart. views and sunsets too often tempt the traveler in mexico, or i might mention that from a little way out of town at the top of the road to mexico city, where the cathedral towers all but reach the crest of the backing range, over which hung the ocher and light-pink and saffron-yellow clouds of the dying day. the "hotel soledad" asserted its selectness by the announcement: "en este hotel no se admiten compañías de cómicos ni toreros," but the solitude of its wooden-floored beds at least was distinctly broken and often. the pompous, squeeze-centavo, old landlady sat incessantly in her place near the door between dining-room and kitchen, with a leather handbag from which she doled out, almost with tears, coppers for change and the keys to the larder, to the cringing servants and conferred long with them in whispers on how much she dared charge each guest, according to his appearance. but at least mexico feeds well the traveler who is too hungry to be particular. he who will choose his dishes leads a sorry life, for the hotels are adamant in their fare and restaurants are almost unknown, except the dozens of little outdoor ones about the market-places where a white man would attract undue attention--if nothing less curable--among the "pela'os" that make up per cent. of the population. the passengers to acámbaro included two ladies of the fly-by-night species, who whiled away a somewhat monotonous journey by discussing the details of their profession with the admiring train-boy and drumming up trade in a coquettish pantomime. the junction town was in fiesta, and the second-class car of the evening train to celaya was literally stacked high with peons and their multifarious bundles, and from it issued a stench like unto that of a congress of polecats. i rode seated on a brake, showers of cinders and the cold night air swirling about me, until the festive natives thinned down enough to give me admittance. by that time we were drawing into celaya, also in the throes of some bombastic celebration. like many another mexican city the traveler chances into when the central plaza is bubbling with night life, light, and music, celaya turned out rather a disappointment in the sunny commonplace of day. its central square is a little garden, but almost all the rest of the town is a monotonous waste of square, bare, one-story houses with ugly plaster facades and no roofs--at least to be seen--each differing a bit from its neighbor in height, like a badly drawn up company of soldiers. the blazing sun and thick dust characteristic of all the high central plateau are here in full force. like most spanish things--conquests, history, buildings--it looked more striking at a distance than when examined in detail. celaya is far-famed for its candy. all over the republic sounds the cry of "cajetas de celaya!" mexico shows a great liking for sweets; no block is complete without its little stands or peregrinating hawkers of all manner of temptations to the sweet-toothed, ranging from squares of "fudge" in all colors of the rainbow to barber-pole sticks a half-yard long. the station was surrounded with soap-less old women, boys, and even men offering for sale all sizes of the little wooden boxes of the chief local product, in appearance like axle-grease, but delicious far beyond its looks, and with vendors of everything imaginable, to say nothing of a ragged, dirty multitude of all ages with no business there--nor anywhere else. when i had spread out over two wooden seats of the big, bustling el paso limited i was quickly reminded of the grim, business-bent, american engineer in gray hair, the unlit half of a cigar clamped tightly between his teeth, of whom i had caught a half-conscious glance in the cab window. one could literally _feel_ his firm american hand at the throttle as the heavy train gathered steady headway and raced away to the eastward. across the car sat two handsome, solidly-knit young bull-fighters, their little rat-tail _coletas_ peering from behind their square-cut hats. we sped steadily across the sun-flooded, dry, brown plateau, slightly rolling, its fields alternating between the dead tint of dry corn and newly plowed patches. here for the first time were pulque producing fields of maguey, planted in long, straight, emerald-green rows. as irapuato for its strawberries, and celaya for its sweets, so queretaro is famed for its huge, cheap hats, of a sort of reed, large enough to serve as umbrellas, and for its opals. from the time he steps off the train here until he boards it again, the traveler, especially the "gringo," is incessantly pestered by men and boys offering for sale these worthless bright pebbles--genuine and otherwise. here again are the same endless rows of one-story, stucco houses, intersecting cobbled and dust-paved streets, running to the four corners of the compass from a central plaza planted with tall, slim trees, the interwoven branches of which almost completely shade it. the cathedral houses, among other disturbing, disgusting, and positively indecent representations of the crucifixion and various martyrdoms done in the aztec style of bloody realism, a life-size _cristo_ with masses of long real hair and a pair of knee-length knit drawers for decency's sake. one might fancy the place weighed down by a puritan censorship. the local museum contains among other rubbish of the past the keyhole through which josefa whispered in the words that started the revolution against spanish power! here, too, is what purports to be an authentic photograph of the execution of maximilian, theatrical to a spanish degree, the three victims standing in their places, the once "emperor of the mexicans" holding a large crucifix, and several of the boy soldiers who executed them crowded eagerly into the corners of the picture. more impressive to the incredulous is the plain, tapering, wooden coffin in which the chief body was placed, the bottom half covered with faded blood and on one of the sides the plain, dull-red imprint of a hand, as if the corpse had made some post-mortem effort to rise from the grave. the portrait of the transplanted scion of austria shows a haughty, i-am-of-superior-clay man, of a distinctly mediocre grade of intellect, with a forest of beard that strives in vain to conceal an almost complete absence of chin. history records that the deposed ruler reached by carriage his last earthly scene in the early morning of june , . i arrived as early, though afoot. it is a twenty-minute walk from the center of town across the flat, fertile vega, green with gardens, to the cerro de las campanas, a bare, stern, stony hill, somewhat grown with cactus bushes, maguey, and tough shrubs, rising perhaps seventy feet above the level of the town. it runs up gently and evenly from the south, but falls away abruptly in a cragged, rock precipice on the side facing querétaro, providing the only place in the vicinity where poorly aimed bullets cannot whistle away across the plain. before them, as they faced the youthful, brown file of soldiers in their many-patched and faded garb, the three had a comprehensive view of the town, chiefly trees and churches sufficient to house the entire populace several times over. nine immense structures, each with a great dome and a tower or two--steeples are unknown in mexico--stand out against the bare, brown, flat-topped range beyond that barely rises above the highest tower. the last scene he looked on must have struck the refuted emperor as typical of a country he was sorry then ever to have seen, in spite of his regal control of facial expression,--a hard, stony plateau, the fertility and riches of which succumb chiefly to an all-devouring priesthood. cold lead plays too large a part in the history of mexico, but certainly its most unjust verdict was not the extinction of the "divine right" in the person of this self-styled descendant of the cæsars at the hands of an indian of oaxaca. to-day a brown stone chapel, erected by austria, stands where maximilian fell, but the spot remains otherwise unchanged, and no doubt the fathers of these same peons who toiled now in the gardens of the vega under the morning sun lined the way through which the carriage bore to its american extinction a system foreign to the western hemisphere. chapter vi tenochtitlan of to-day the el paso limited picked me up again twenty-four hours later. beyond querétaro's ungainly aqueduct spread fields of tobacco, blooming with a flower not unlike the lily; then vast, almost endless stretches of dead, dry corn up low heights on either hand, and occasional fields of maguey in soldierly files. at san juan del rio, famous for its lariats, a dozen men and a woman stood in a row, some forty feet from the train, holding coils of woven-leather ropes of all sizes, but in glum and hopeless silence, while a policeman paced back and forth to prevent them from either canvassing the train-windows or crying their wares. evidently some antinuisance crusade had invaded san juan. mexico is a country of such vast vistas that a man might easily be taken and executed by bandits within plain sight of his friends without their being able to lend him assistance. nowhere can one look farther and see nothing. yet entire companies of marauders might lie in wait in the many wild rocky barrancos of this apparently level brown plain. up and up we climbed through a bare, stone-strewn land, touched here and there with the green of cactus, sometimes with long vistas of maize, which here hung dead in its half-grown youth because of the failure of the summer rains. fields of maguey continued. the air grew perceptibly cooler as we wound back and forth, always at good speed behind the american engineer, mounting to the upper plateau surrounding the capital, not through mountains but by a vast, steadily rising world. sometimes long, unmortared stone fences divided the landscape, more often mile after unobstructed mile of slightly undulating brown plain, tinted here and there by maguey, rolled by us into the north. a special train of soldiers, with a carload of arms and munitions, passed on the way to head off the latest revolted "general." the newspapers of the capital appeared, some rabidly "anti-american," stopping at nothing to stir up the excitable native against alleged subtle plans of the nation to the north to rob them of their territory and national existence, the more reputable ones with sane editorials imploring all mexicans not to make intervention "in the name of humanity and civilization" necessary. the former sold far more readily. the train wound hither and yon, as if looking for an entrance to the valley of mexico. unfortunately no train on either line reaches ancient anahuac by daylight, and my plan to enter it afoot, perhaps by the same route as cortez, had been frustrated. a red sun was just sinking behind haggard peaks when we reached the highest point of the line-- feet above the sea--with clumps and small forests of stocky oaks and half mexico stretching out behind us, rolling brown to distant bare ranges backed by others growing blue and purple to farthest distance. the scene had a late october aspect, and a chilling, ozone-rich wind blew. by dusk the coat i had all but thrown away in the sweltering north was more than needed. we paused at san antonio, a jumble of human kennels thrown together of old cans, scraps of lumber, mud, stones, and cactus leaves, with huge stacks of the charcoal with the soot of which all the inhabitants were covered, even to the postmaster who came in person for the mail sack. that week's issue of a frivolous sheet of the capital depicted an antonino charcoal-burner standing before his no less unwashed wife, holding a new-born babe and crying in the slovenly dialect of the "pela'o": "why, it is white! woman, thou hast deceived me!" at dark came tula, ancient capital of the toltecs, after which night hid all the scene there might have been, but for glimpses by the light of the train of the great _tajo_ cut through the hills to drain the ancient valley of anáhuac. on we sped through the night, which if anything became a trifle warmer. gradually the car crowded to what would have been suffocation had we not soon pulled in at buena vista station, to fight our way through a howling pandemonium of touts, many shouting english, among whom were the first negroes i had seen in mexico. mexico city was a great disappointment. the hotel only a block from the cathedral and the site of the great _teocalli_ of the aztecs, to which the german in pátzcuaro had directed me, differed not even in its smells from a clark-street lodging-house in chicago. the entire city with its cheap restaurants and sour smelling pulquerias uncountable, looked and sounded like a lower eastside new york turned spanish in tongue. even morning light discovered nothing like the charm of the rest of mexico, and though i took up new lodgings en famille in aristocratic chapultepec avenue, with a panorama of snow-topped popocatepetl and ixtaccihuatl, her sleeping sister, and all the range seeming a bare gunshot away, the imagination was more inclined to hark back to the bowery than to the great tenochtitlan of the days of cortez. in a word, the capital is much like many another modern city, somewhat bleak, cosmopolitan of population, with strong national lines of demarkation, and a caste system almost as fixed as that of india, but with none of the romance the reader of prescott, mme. calderón, and the rest expects. since anarchy fell upon the land, even the sunday procession of carriages of beauty in silks and jewels, and of rancheros prancing by in thousand-dollar hats, on silver-mounted and bejeweled saddles, has disappeared from the life of the capital. to-day the mexican is not anxious to parade his wealth, nor even to venture it in business. he is much more minded to bury it in the earth, to hide it in his socks, to lay it up in the great republic to the north, where neither presidents corrupt nor zapatistas break in and steal. by day moderate clothing was comfortable, but the night air is sharp and penetrating, and he who is not dressed for winter will be inclined to keep moving. policemen and street-car employees tie a cloth across their mouths from sunset until the morning warms. ragged peons swarm, feeding, when at all, chiefly from ambulating kitchens of as tattered hawkers. the well-to-do mexican, the "upper class," in general is a more churlish, impolite, irresponsible, completely inefficient fellow than even the countryman and the peon, in whom, if anywhere within its borders, lies the future hope of mexico. to him outward appearance is everything, and the capital is especially overrun with the resultant hollow baubles of humanity. there are a few short excursions of interest about the capital. bandits have made several of them, such as the ascent of popocatepetl, unpopular, but a few were still within the bounds of moderate safety. three miles away by highway or street-car looms up the church of guadalupe, the sacred city of mexico. it is a pleasing little town, recalling puree of the juggernaut-car by its scores of little stands for the feeding of pilgrims--at pilgrimage prices. here are evidences of an idolatry equal to that of the hindu. peons knelt on the floor of the church, teaching their babies to cross themselves in the long intricate manner customary in mexico. a side room was crowded with cheap cardboard paintings of devotees in the act of being "saved" by the virgin of guadalupe--here a man lying on his back in front of a train which the virgin in the sky above has just brought to a standstill; there a child being spared by her lifting the wheel of a heavy truck about to crush it. it would be hard to imagine anything more crude either in conception or execution than these signs of gratitude. to judge by them the virgin would make a dramatist of the first rank; there was not a picture in which the miraculous assistance came a moment too soon, never & hero of our ancient, pre-edison melodramas appeared more exactly "in the nick of time." the famous portrait of the miraculous being herself, over the high altar, is dimly seen through thick glass. inside the chapel under the blue and white dome pilgrims were dipping up the "blessed" water from the bubbling well and filling bottles of all possible shapes, not a few of which had originally held american and scotch whisky, that are sold in dozens of little stands outside the temple. these they carry home, often hundreds of miles, to "cure" the ailments of themselves or families, or to sell to others at monopoly prices. good electric cars speed across amazingly fertile bottom lands crisscrossed by macadam highways to xochimilco. nearing it, the rugged foothills of the great mountain wall shutting in the valley begin to rise. we skirted pedregal, a wilderness of lava hills serving as quarry, and drew up in the old indian town, of a charm all its own, with its hoar and rugged old church and its houses built of upright cornstalks or reeds, with roofs of grass from the lake. indians paddled about in clumsy, leaky boats through the canals among rich, flower-burdened islands, once floating. another car runs out to popotla along the old aztec causeway by which the spaniards retreated on that dismal night of july , . now the water is gone and only a broad macadamed street remains. the spot where alvarado made his famous pole-vault is near the buena vista station, but no jumping is longer necessary--except perhaps to dodge a passing trolley. instead of the lake of tenochtitlan days there is the flattest of rich valleys beyond. the "tree of the dismal night," a huge cypress under which cortez is said to have wept as he watched the broken remnants of his army file past, is now hardly more than an enormous, hollow, burned-out stump, with a few huge branches that make it look at a distance like a flourishing tree still in the green prime of life. the day was rainy and a cold, raw wind blew. the better-clad classes were in overcoats, and the peons in their cotton rags wound themselves in blankets, old carpets, newspapers, anything whatever, huddling in doorways or any suggestion of shelter. cold brings far more suffering in warm countries than in these of real winters. the comandante of notorious old belén prison in the capital spoke english fluently, but he did not show pleasure at my visit. an under-official led me to the flat roof, with a bird's-eye view of the miserable, rambling, old stone building. its large patios were literally packed with peon prisoners. the life within was an almost exact replica of that on the streets of the capital, even to hawkers of sweets, fruit-vendors, and the rest, while up from them rose a decaying stench as from the steerage quarters of old transatlantic liners. those who choose, work at their trade within as outside. by night the prisoners are herded together in hundreds from six to six in the wretched old dungeon-like rooms. nothing apparently is prohibited, and prisoners may indulge with impunity in anything from cigarettes to adultery, for which they can get the raw materials. the excursion out to the ajusco range, south of the city, was on the verge of danger. zapata hung about cuernavaca and marauders frequently approached the very outskirts of the capital. under our knapsacks we struck upward through the stony village where the train had set us down, and along a narrow road that soon buried itself in pine forests. a bright clear stream came tumbling sharply down, and along this we climbed. a mile or more but we picked up at a thatched hut an indian boy of ten as burden-bearer and guide, though we continued to carry most of our own stuff and to trust largely to our own sense of direction. above came a three-hour climb through pine-forested mountains, such as the harz might be without the misfortune of german spick and spanness. he who starts at an elevation of feet and climbs upward in a brief space of time, with a burden on his back, knows he is mounting. occasionally a dull-gray glimpse of the hazy valley of mexico broke through the trees; about us was an out-of-the-way stillness, tempered only by the sound of birds. about noon the thick forest of great pine trees ceased as suddenly as if nature had drawn a dead-line about the brow of the mountain. a foot above it was nothing but stunted oak growths and tufts of bunch-grass large as the top of a palm-tree. on the flat summit, with hints through the tree-tops below of the great vale of anáhuac, we halted to share the bulk of our burdens with the indian boy, who had not brought his "itacate." the air was most exhilarating and clear as glass, though there was not enough of it to keep us from panting madly at each exertion. in the shade it was cold even in heavy coats; but merely to step out into the sunshine was to bask like lizards. our "guide" lost no time in losing us, and we started at random down the sharp face of the mountain to the valley feet almost directly below us. suddenly a break in the trees opened out a most marvelous view of the entire valley of mexico. popocatepetl and ixtaccihuatl stood out as clearly under their brilliant white mantles of new-fallen snow as if they were not sixty but one mile away, every crack and seam fully visible, and the fancied likeness of the second to a sleeping woman was from this point striking. the contrast was great between the dense green of the pine forests and the velvety, brown plain with its full, shallow lakes unplumbed fathoms below. farther down we came out on the very break-neck brink of a vast amphitheater of hills, with "las ventanas," huge, sheer, rock cliffs shaped like great cathedral windows, an easy stone-throw away but entirely inaccessible to any but an aviator, for an unconscionable gorge carpeted with bright green tree-tops lay between. i proposed descending the face of the cliff below us, and led the way down a thousand feet or more, only to come to the absolutely sheer rock end of things where it would have taken half the afternoon to drop to the carpet of forest below. there was nothing to do but to climb out again and skirt the brink of the canyon. in the rare air we were certain a score of times of being about to drop dead from exhaustion, yet a two-minute rest always brought full recovery. then came a wild scramble of an hour along sheer rocks thick-draped with moss that pealed off in square yards almost as often as we stepped on it, and threatened to drop us more than a half-mile to the tree-tops below. climbing, clinging, and circling through a wilderness of undergrowth amid the vast forest of still, dense-green pines, but with such views of the valley of mexico and the great snow-clads as to reward any possible exertion, we flanked at last the entire canyon. in the forest itself every inch of ground was carpeted with thick moss, more splendid than the weavings of any loom of man, into which the feet sank noiselessly. everywhere the peaceful stillness was tempered only by a slight humming of the trees, and the songs of myriad birds, not a human being within screaming distance, unless some gang of bandits stalked us in the depth of the forest. more likely they were by now sodden with the aftermath of sunday festivities, and anyway we were armed "hasta los dientes." at length, as the day was nearing its close, we fell into what had once been a trail. it was moss-grown and wound erratically in and out among the trees, but went steadily down, very level compared to the work of the preceding hours, yet so steep we several times spread out at full length to slide a rod or more. the sun was setting when we came to the bottom of "las ventanas" only a couple thousand feet from where we had first caught sight of them hours before. thereafter the trail moderated its pace and led us to the most beautiful thing of the day, a clear ice-cold stream at the bottom of the cliffs. we all but drank it dry. then on out of the canyon and across a vast field of rye, back of which the great gorge stood like some immense stadium, with stalwart athletic pines filling all the seats. this is the spot where wallace's "fair god" burst forth upon the valley. we descended between immense walls of pines, half unseen in the dusk and framing a v-shaped bit of the vale of anahuac, a perfect crimson fading to rose color, culminating in the pink-tinted snow-clads above. at dark we left the boy at his hut, on the walls of which his father had just hung the two deer of that day's hunt. there was no hope of catching the afternoon train from cuernavaca, and we laid plans to tramp on across the valley floor to tizapan. but mexican procrastination sometimes has its virtues, and we were delighted to find the station crowded with those waiting for the delayed convoy that ten minutes later was bearing us cityward through the cool highland night. i had hoped to walk from mexico city to the capital of honduras. that portion of the route from former tenochtitlan to oaxaca and the isthmus of tehuantepec, however, was not then a promising field for tramping by any one with any particular interest in arriving. i concluded to flank it by train. it was a chilly gray day when the little narrow-gage train bore us close by the miraculous temple of guadalupe, with its hilltop cemetery and stone sails, and into the vast fields of maguey beyond. peons and donkeys without number, the former close wrapped in their colored blankets, the latter looking as if they would like to be, enlivened the roads and trails. we skirted the shore of dull lake texcoco, once so much larger and even now only a few inches below the level of the flat plain, recalling that the tenochtitlan of the conquest was an island reached only by causeways. at san juan teotihuacan, the famous pyramids lost in the nebulous haze of pre-toltec history bulked forth from the plain and for many miles beyond. the smaller, called that of the moon, was a mere squat mound of earth. but the larger had lately been cleared off, and was now of a light cement color, rising in four terraces with a low monument or building on the summit. it contains about the same material as the pyramid of cheops, but is larger at the base and by no means so high, thereby losing something of the majesty of its egyptian counterpart. a cheery sun appeared, but the air remained cool. fields of maguey in mathematically straight lines stretched up and away out of sight over broad rolling ridges. i had put off the experience of tasting the product until i should reach apam, the center of the pulque industry. at that station an old woman sold me a sort of flower-pot full of the stuff at two cents. i expected to taste and throw it away. instead there came a regret that i had not taken to it long before. it was of the consistency and color of milk, with a suggestion of buttermilk in its taste and fully as palatable as the latter, with no noticeable evidence of intoxicating properties. no doubt this would come with age, as well as the sour stink peculiar to the pulquerías of the cities. the train made a mighty sweep to the northward to escape from the central valley, bringing a much closer and better view of the two snow-clads, first on one, then on the farther side. by choice i should have climbed up over the "saddle" between them, as cortez first entered the realms of montezuma. a dingy branch line bore us off across broken country with much corn toward puebla. on the left was a view of malinche, famous in the story of the conquest, its summit hidden in clouds. i was now in the rhode island of mexico, the tiny state of tlaxcala, the "land of corn," to the assistance from which cortez owes his fame. the ancient state capital of the same name has been slighted by the railway and only a few decrepit mule-cars connect it with the outer world. i slighted these, and leaving my possessions in the station of santa ana, set off through a rolling and broken, dry and dusty, yet fertile country, with the wind rustling weirdly through the dead brown fields of corn. the inhabitants of the backward little capital were even more than usually indifferent to "gringoes," seldom giving me more than a glance unless i asked a question, and even leaving me to scribble my notes in peace in a shaded plaza bench. there is nothing but its historical memories of special interest in tlaxcala. it is a town of some inhabitants, a few hundred feet higher than mexico city, with many ancient buildings, mostly of stone, often mere ruins, from the seams of surely half of which sprout grass and flowers, as they do between the cobbles of its streets and its large rambling plaza. i visited the old church on the site of which christianity--of the spanish brand--was first preached on the american continent. here was the same indian realism as elsewhere in the republic. one cristo had "blood" pouring in a veritable river from his side, his face was completely smeared with it, his knees and shins were skinned and barked and covered with blood, which had even dripped on his toes; the elbows and other salient points were in worse condition than those of a wrestler after a championship bout, and the body was tattooed with many strange arabesques. there were other figures in almost as distressing a state. a god only ordinarily maltreated could not excite the pity or interest of the mexican indian, whose every-day life has its own share of barked shins and painful adversities. it was amusing to find this village, hardly larger than many a one about the home of mexican hacendados, the capital of a state. but the squads of rurales and uniformed police and the civil employees of government were very solemn with their responsibilities. i had seen it all in an hour or two and drifted back along the five lazy miles to santa ana. tlaxcala lies between two gaunt broken ridges, with rugged chains all about it, yet the little state is by no means so completely _fenced in_ by nature as the imagination that has fed on prescott pictures. puebla, third city of mexico, is even colder than the capital. the snow-clads of the latter look down upon it from the west, and far away to the east stands orizaba, highest peak of mexico. in the haze of sunset its great mantle of new-fallen snow stood out sharply, darker streaks that ran down through the lower reaches of snow dying out in nothingness, as the mountain did itself, for as a matter of fact the latter was not visible at all, but only the snow that covered its upper heights, surrounded above, below, and on all sides by the thin gray sky of evening. by night there was music in the plaza. but how can there be life and laughter where a half-dozen blankets are incapable of keeping the promenaders comfortable? in all the frigid town there was not a single fire, except in the little bricked holes full of charcoal over which the place does its cooking. close to my hotel was the "casa serdan," its windows all broken and its stucco front riddled with bullet holes, for it was here that two brothers, barricading themselves against the government of porfirio diaz, spilled the first blood of the long series of revolutions and worse that has followed. already the name of the street had been changed to "calle de los mártires de noviembre, ." it is nearly three hours' walk from the plaza of puebla to that of cholula, the benares of the aztecs, and for him who rises early it is a cold one. what little romance remains would have fled had i made the trip by mule-car. as it was, i could easily drop back mentally into the days of the conquest, for under the brilliant cloudless sky as i surmounted a bit of height there lay all the historic scene before me--the vast dipping plain with the ancient pyramid of cholula, topped now by a white church with towers and dome, standing boldly forth across it, and beyond, yet seeming so close one half expected an avalanche of their snows to come down upon the town, towering popocatepetl and her sister, every little vale and hollow of the "saddle" between clear as at a yard distance. then to the left, malinche and the rolling stony hills of tlaxcala, along which the spaniards advanced, with the beautiful cone of orizaba rising brilliant and clear nearly a hundred miles away. the great rampart separating them from the cherished valley must have brought bated breath even to the hardy soldiers of cortez. this unsurpassed view accompanied all the rest of the peaceful morning walk. by nine i was climbing the great pyramid from the top of which the intrepid spaniard tumbled down the ancient gods, and about which occurred the first of the many wholesale massacres of indians on the american continent. to-day it is merely a large hill, overgrown on all sides with grass, trees, and flowers, and with almost nothing to bear out the tradition that it was man-built. from the top spreads a scene rarely surpassed. besides the four mountains, the ancient and modern town of cholula lies close below, with many another village, especially their bulking churches, standing forth on all sides about the rich valley, cut up into squares and rectangles of rich-brown corn alternating with bright green, a gaunt, low, wall-like range cutting off the entire circle of the horizon. the faint music of church bells from many a town miles away rode by on a wind with the nip of the mountain snows in it. but prescott has already described the scene with a fidelity that seems uncanny from one who never beheld it except in his mind's eye. to-day the pyramid is sacred to the "virgin of the remedies." gullible pilgrims come from many leagues around to be cured of their ills, and have left behind hundreds of doll-like figures of themselves or the ailing limb or member made of candle wax that breaks to bits between the fingers. then there are huge candles without number, martyrs and crucifixions, with all the disgusting and bloody features of elsewhere; every kind and degree and shape and size of fetish. cholula needs badly another cortez to tumble her gods down to the plain below and drive out the hordes of priests that sacrifice their flocks none the less surely, if less bloodily, than their aztec predecessors. a bright red sun came up as the train swung round to the eastward, hugging the flanks of malinche, and rumbled away across a sandy, very dry, but fertile country, broken by huge barrancas or washouts, and often with maguey hedges. most of my day was given up to mr. ---- come to think of it, i did not even get his name. he drifted into the train at the junction and introduced himself by remarking that it was not bad weather thereabouts. he was a tall, spare man of fifty, in a black suit rather disarranged and a black felt hat somewhat the worse for wear. he carried a huge pressed-cardboard "telescope" and wore a cane, though it hardly seemed cold enough for one. his language was that of a half-schooled man, with the paucity of vocabulary and the grammar of a ship's captain who had left school early but had since read much and lived more. whenever a noun failed him, which was often, he filled in the blank with the word "proposition." like myself, he traveled second-class because there was no fourth. it may be that the biography which pieced itself unconsciously together as he talked needs a sprinkle of salt here and there, but it all had the earmarks of veracity. he was a briton, once a surgeon in the british army, with the rank of captain, saw service with roberts in egypt, and was with kitchener at the relief of khartum. later he served in india with the scotch grays. he looked the part, and had, moreover, the accent and scars to go with it. glimpses through his conversation into the background beyond suggested he had since been in most parts of the world. he liked argentina best and the united states least, as a place of residence. practising as a physician and oculist, he had amassed a moderate fortune, all of which he had lost, together with his wife and child, and possibly a bit of his own wits, in the flood of monterey. since that catastrophe he had had no other ambition than to earn enough to drift on through life. with neither money nor instruments left, he took to teaching english to the wealthier class of mexicans in various parts of the country, now in mission schools, now as private tutor. a methodist institution in querétaro had dispensed with his services because he protested against an order to make life unpleasant to those boys who did not respond with their spending money to a daily call for alms at the morning assembly. six months ago he had drifted into a little town near san marcos, wearing the title of "professor," and got together a class of private pupils, chief among them three daughters of a wealthy hacendado. rebels came one day and in the exuberance that follows a full meal long delayed, with pulque embroidery, one of them fired two shots through the window not far from his venerable british head. the "professor" picked up a two-foot mahogany ruler, marched out into the plaza and, rapping the startled rebel over the skull, took his rifle away from him and turned it over to the delighted jefe político. from then on his future seemed assured, for if the rest of the town was poor, the hacendado's wealth was only rivaled by his daughters' longing for english. but life is a sad proposition at best. on the monday preceding our meeting the "professor" sat with his pupils in the shade of the broad hacienda veranda when he saw two priests wandering toward the house "like jews with a pack of clothing to sell." "it's all up with the swede," he told himself according to his own testimony. the prophecy proved only too true. the padres had come to order that the three daughters be god-mothers to the "cristo" (in the form of a gaudy doll) that was to be "born" in the town on christmas eve and paraded to the cathedral of puebla. as their ticket to heaven depended upon obedience, none of the faithful señoritas dreamed of declining the honor, even though it involved the expenditure of considerable of papá's good money and required them to spend most of the time until christmas rehearsing for the ceremony and "praising the glory of god" with the priests in a room of the church, locked against worldly intruders. naturally this left them no time for english. his mainstay gone, the "professor" threw up the sponge and struck out for pastures new, carrying his trunk-like "telescope" two hot and sandy leagues to catch this morning train. at esperanza the briton went me one better on my own custom of "living on the country." to the _enchiladas_, large tortillas red with pepper-sauce and generously filled with onions, and the smaller tortillas covered with scraps of meat and boiled egg which we bought of the old women and boys that flocked about the train, he added a liter of pulque. not far beyond, we reached boca del monte, the edge of the great plateau of mexico. a wealth of scenery opened out. from the window was a truly bird's-eye view of the scattered town of maltrata, more than two thousand feet almost directly below in the center of a rich green valley, about the edge of which, often on the very brink of the thick-clothed precipice, the train wound round and round behind the double-headed engine, traveling to every point of the compass in its descent. the town rose up to us at last and for the first time since mounting to san luís potosí two months before, i found myself less than a mile above sea-level. instead of the often bare, wind-swept plateau, immense weeds of the banana family grew up about us, and a beautiful winding vale reeking with damp vegetation stretched before and behind us as we slid onward. high above all else and much farther away than it seemed, stood the majestic, snow-white peak of orizaba. in mid-afternoon we descended at the city of that name. it was large, but really a village in every feature of life. here again were the broad eaves of one-story, tile-roofed houses, stretching well out over the badly cobbled streets, down the center of which ran open sewers. the place was unkempt and unclean, with many evidences of poverty, and the air so heavy and humid that vegetation grew even on the roofs. i wandered about town with the "professor" while he "sized it up" as a possible scene of his future labors, but he did not find it promising. by night orizaba was still well above the tropics and the single blanket on the hotel cot proved far from sufficient even with its brilliant red hue. chapter vii tropical mexico it is merely a long jump with a drop of two thousand feet from orizaba to córdoba. but the train takes eighteen miles of winding, squirming, and tunneling to get there. on the way is some of the finest scenery in mexico. the route circles for miles the yawning edge of a valley dense with vegetation, banana and orange trees without number, with huts of leaves and stalks tucked away among them, myriads of flowers of every shade and color, and here and there coffee bushes festooned with their red berries. the dew falls so heavily in this region that the rank growth was visibly dripping with it. at somnolent córdoba i left the line to vera cruz for that to the southward. the car was packed with the dirty, foul-tongued wives and the children and bundles of a company of soldiers recently sent against the rebels of juchitan. ever since leaving boca del monte the day before i had been coming precipitously down out of mexico. but there were still descents to be found, and the train raced swiftly without effort in and out through ever denser jungle, magnificent in colors, alive with birds, a land in each square yard of which the traveler felt a longing to pause and dwell for a while, to swing languidly under the trees, gazing at the snow peak of orizaba now growing farther and farther away. our conveyance was a species of way-freight, which whiled away most of the day at a speed fittingly respectful to the scenery about us. with every station the population grew perceptibly more lazy. the alert, eager attitude of the plateau gave place to a languorous lethargy evident in both faces and movements. people seemed less sulky than those higher up, more communicative and approachable, but also, strangely enough, less courteous, apparently from laziness, a lack of the energy necessary for living up to the rules of that mexican virtue. they answered readily enough, but abruptly and indifferently, and fell quickly into their customary somnolence. for a time we skirted the río blanco, boiling away toward the sea. oranges were so plentiful they hung rotting on the trees. the jungle was dense, though by no means so much so as those of the far east. on either hand were hundreds of native shacks,--mongrel little huts of earth floors, transparent walls of a sort of corn-stalk, and a thick, top-heavy roof of jungle grass or banana leaves, set carelessly in bits of space chopped out of the rampant jungle. now and then we passed gangs of men fighting back the vegetation that threatened to swallow up the track completely. beautiful palm-trees began to abound, perfectly round, slender stems supporting hundreds of immense leaves hanging edgewise in perfect arch shape, perhaps the most symmetrical of all nature's works. what is there about the palm-tree so romantic and pleasing to the spirits? its whisper of perpetual summer, of perennial life, perhaps. great luscious pineapples sold through the windows at two or three cents each. the peons of this region carried a machete in a leather scabbard, but still wore a folded blanket over one shoulder, suggesting chilly nights. the general apathy of the population began to manifest itself now in the paucity of hawkers at the stations. on the plateau the train seldom halted without being surrounded by a jostling crowd, fighting to sell their meager wares; here they either lolled in the shade of their banana groves, waiting for purchasers to come and inspect their displays of fruit, or they did not even trouble to offer anything for sale. why should man work when his food drops year by year into his lap without even replanting? moreover, flat noses and kinky hair were growing more and more in evidence. not all was jungle. as the mountains died down and faded away in the west there opened out many broad meadows in which were countless sleek cattle tended by somnolent herdsmen on horseback. much sugar-cane grew, lengths of which were sold to the brawling soldiers' wives and the carload in general, which was soon reeking with the juice and chewed pulp. by afternoon jungle was a rarity and most of the country was a rich sort of prairie with cattle without number, and here and there an immense tree to break the monotony. these rich bottomlands that seemed capable of producing anything in unlimited quantities were almost entirely uncultivated. at several stations there bulked above the throng white men in appearance like a cross between farmers and missionaries, the older ones heavily bearded. for a time i could not catalogue them. then, as we pulled out of one town, two of what but for their color and size i should have taken for peons raced for the last car-step, one shouting to the other in the strongest of hoosier accents: "come on, bud, let's jemp 'er!" which both did, riding some sixty feet, and dropped off like men who had at last had their one daily excitement. inquiry proved that they belonged to a colony of mormons that has settled in several groups in this region, where nature sets their creed a prolific example. unbroken prairies, in their tropical form, now stretched as far as the eye could reach, with just the shade of a shadowy range in the far west. the heat had not once grown oppressive during the day. with dusk it turned almost cold. we wound slowly on into the damp, heavy night, a faint full moon struggling to tear itself a peep-hole through the clouds, and finally at ten, seat-sore with fifteen hours of slat-bench riding, pulled up at santa lucrecia. it was just such a town as dozens of others we had passed that day; a plain station building surrounded unevenly by a score or so of banana-grove huts. here ends the railroad southward, joining that across the isthmus of tehuantepec. from the track of the latter a wooden sidewalk that rang drum-hollow under my heels led across a gully of unknown depth in the black night to the hotel "el sol mejicano," standing-room for which had been gashed out of the jungle. it was a wooden and sheet-iron building on stilts, swarming even at night with dirty children, pigs, chickens, and yellow dogs, and presided over by a glassy-eyed, slatternly woman of french antecedents, the general shape of a wine-skin three-fourths full, and of a ghoulish instinct toward the purses of travelers. in one end were a dozen "rooms," separated by partitions reaching half way to the sheet-iron roof, and in the other a single combination of grocery and general store, saloon and pool-table, assorted filth and the other attributes of outposts of civilization. the chambers were not for rent, but only the privilege of occupying one of the several beds in each. these fortunately were fairly clean, with good springs and mosquito canopies, but with only a quilt for mattress--unless it was meant for cover--a single sheet, and the usual two little, round, hard mountainous pillows. otherwise the cabins were wholly unfurnished, even to windows. the train that had brought us in spent the night bucking and jolting back and forth near by; even a barefoot servant walking anywhere in the building or on the veranda set the edifice rocking as in an earthquake; two mexicans occupying the "room" next to my own--more properly, the one i helped occupy--bawled anecdotes and worse at the top of their voices most of the night; guests were hawking and spitting and coughing incessantly in various parts of the house; at three a servant began beating on the door with something in the nature of a sledge-hammer to know if i wished to take the train atlantic-bound, and refused to accept a negative answer; my room-mate held the world's record for snoring; at the first suggestion of dawn every child, chicken, and assorted animal in the building and vicinity set up its greatest possible uproar; and i was half-frozen all night, even under all the clothing i possessed. except for these few annoyances, i slept splendidly. there was at least the satisfaction of knowing that a traveling millionaire obliged to pass a night in santa lucrecia would spend it no better. everything was dripping wet when i fled back across the aërial sidewalk to the station. it was not hot, but there was a dense, heavy atmosphere in which one felt he could be as lively and industrious as elsewhere, yet found himself dragging listlessly around as the never-do-anything-you-don't-have-to inhabitants. even the boyish train auditor had an irresponsible lackadaisical manner, and permitted all sorts of petty railway misdemeanors. the childishness of tropical peoples was evident on every hand. there was no second-class car on this line, but one third, all but empty when we started, evidently not because most bought first-class tickets but because the auditor was of the tropics. endless jungle covered all the visible world, with only the line of rails crowding through it. the cocoanut palms and those top-heavy with what looked like enormous bunches of dates soon died out as we left the vicinity of the coast. at rincon antonio the car filled up, and among the new-comers were many of the far-famed women of tehuantepec. some were of striking beauty, almost all were splendid physical specimens and all had a charming and alluring smile. they dressed very briefly--a gay square of cloth about their limbs, carelessly tucked in at the waist, and a sleeveless upper garment that failed to make connections with the lower, recalling the women of ceylon. the absence of any other garments was all too evident. almost all wore in their jet-black hair a few red flowers, all displayed six inches or more of silky brown skin at the waist, and the majority wore necklaces of gold coins, generally american five and ten dollar gold pieces. to see one of them stretched out at full length on a seat, smoking a cigarette and in animated conversation with a man that five minutes before had been a total stranger, might have suggested a certain looseness of character. but this was denied by their facial expression, which bore out the claim of a chance acquaintance long resident among them that they are very frank, "simple," and friendly, but far more apt to keep within a well-defined limit than the average of tropical women. tehuantepec, indeed, is the land of "woman's rights." the men having been largely killed off during the days of diaz, the feminine stock is to-day the sturdier, more intelligent, and industrious, and arrogates to itself a far greater freedom than the average mexican woman. many of those in the car spoke the local indian dialect, zapoteca, but all seemed possessed of fluent spanish. yet how different was all the carload from what we have come to consider "civilized" people. if the aim of humanity is to be happy in the present, then these languid, brown races are on the right track. if that aim is to advance, develop, and accomplish, they must be classed with the lower animals. for a half hour before reaching rincon antonio, we had been winding with a little brawling river through a hilly gorge dense-grown with vegetation. the town was in the lull between two revolts. a bare four days before, a former chief and his followers had been taken by the populace and shot behind the water-tank beside where we paused at the station. a week later new riots were to break out. but today the place was sunk in its customary languor, and only a few bullet-ridden walls and charred ruins hinted its recent history. i had pictured the isthmus of tehuantepec a flat neck of land from ocean to ocean. but the imagination is a deceitful guide. beyond the town of the water-tank we wormed for miles through mountains higher than the berkshires, resembling them indeed in form and wealth of vegetation, though with a tropical tinge. the jungle, however, died out, and the train crawled at a snail's pace, often looping back upon itself, through landscapes in which the organ-cactus was most conspicuous. even here the great chain known as the rockies and the andes, that stretches from alaska to patagonia, imposes a considerable barrier between the two seas. there was a cosmopolitan tinge to this region, and the _boinas_ of basques mingled with the cast-iron faces of americans and sturdy self-possessed negroes under broad "texas" hats. an hour beyond the hills, in a thick-wooded land, i dropped off at the town of tehuantepec, an intangible place that i had some difficulty in definitely locating in the thickening darkness. here was a new kind of mexico. in many things, besides the naked, brown waists of the women, it carried the mind back to ceylon. there were the same reed and thatched huts, almost all surrounded by spacious yards fenced by corn-stalk walls through which the inmates could see easily but be seen with difficulty. here, too, boys went naked until the approach of puberty; the cocoanut palms, the dense banana groves, even the huge earthen water-jars before the houses recalled the charming isle of the singhalese, and if the people were less kindly to the stranger they were much more joyful and full of laughter than the mexican of the plateau. in this perhaps they had more in common with the burmese. the men, often almost white in color, wore few large hats, never one approaching those of the highlands. the hotter the sun, the smaller the hat, seems to be the rule in mexico. here it was hot, indeed; a dense, thick, tangible heat, that if it did not sap the strength suggested the husbanding of it. a fiesta raged on the night of my arrival. the not too musical blare of a band drew me to a wide, inclined street paved in sand, at the blind end of which were seated five rows of women in as many gradations, and everywhere shuttled men and boys, almost all in white trousers, with a shirt of the same color, chinese-fashion, outside it, commonly barefoot with or without sandals. a few even wore shoes. i hesitated to join the throng. the subconscious expectation of getting a knife or a bullet in the back grows second nature in mexico. few foreigners but have contracted the habit of stepping aside to let pass a man who hangs long at their heels. the approach of a staggering, talkative peon was always an occasion for alertness, and one that came holding a hand behind him was an object of undivided curiosity until the concealed member appeared, clutching perhaps nothing more interesting than a cigar or a banana. mexicans in crowds, mixed with liquor and "religion," were always worth attention; and here was just such a mixture, for the fiesta was in honor of the virgin, and the libations that had been poured out in her honor were generous. but the drink of tehuantepec, whatever it might be--for pulque is unknown in the tropics--appeared to make its devotees merely gay and boisterous. the adults were friendly, even to an american, and the children shouted greetings to me as "señor gringo," which here is merely a term of nationality and no such opprobrious title as it has grown to be on the plateau. a few rockets had suggested an incipient revolution while i was at supper. now the scene of the festivities was enlivened by four huge set-pieces of fireworks, each with a bell-shaped base in which a man could ensconce himself to the waist. one in the form of a duck first took to human legs and capered about the square while its network of rockets, pin-wheels, sizzlers, twisters, cannon-like explosions, and jets of colored fire kept the multitude surging back and forth some twenty minutes, to the accompaniment of maudlin laughter and the dancing and screaming of children, while the band, frankly giving up its vain attempts to produce music, gazed with all eyes and blew an unattentive, never-ending rag-time of some two strains. a monster turkey took up the celebration where the charred and disheveled duck left off, capering itself into blazing and uproarious oblivion. the finale consisted of two gigantic figures of a man and a woman, with a marvelous array of all possible lights and noises that lasted a full half-hour, while the two barefoot wearers danced back and forth bowing and careering to each other. the aftermath ran far into the night, and brought to naught my plans to make up for the sleepless night before. though most of the inhabitants of tehuantepec live on earth floors in reed and grass houses, there is scarcely a sign of suffering poverty. little spanish is heard among them, although even the children seem quite able to speak it. their native indian tongue differs from the castilian even in cadence, so that it was easy to tell which idiom was being spoken even before the words were heard. it is the chief medium of the swarming market in and about the black shadows of a roof on legs. here the frank and self-possessed women, in their brief and simple dress, were legion. footwear is unknown to them, and the loose, two-piece, disconnected dress was augmented, if at all, with a black lace shawl thrown over the shoulders in the, to them, chilly mornings. but the most remarkable part of the costume, of decorative properties only, is the head-dress common to a large per cent, of the women in town. from the back of the otherwise bare head hangs to the waist an intricate contrivance of lace and ruffles, snow-white and starched stiff, the awful complications of which no mere male would be able to describe beyond the comprehensive statement that the ensemble much resembles a comanche chief in full war regalia. above this they carry their loads on their heads in a sort of gourd bowl decorated with flowers, and walk with a sturdy self-sufficiency that makes a veranda or bridge quake under their brown-footed tread. they are lovers of color, especially here where the pacific breezes turn the jungle to the eastward into a gaunt, sandy, brown landscape, and such combinations as soft-red skirts and sea-blue waists, or the reverse, mingle with black shot through with long perpendicular yellow stripes. the striking beauties of many a traveler's hectic imagination were not in evidence. but then, it is nowhere customary to find a town's best selling sapotes and fish in the market-place, and at least the attractiveness ranked high compared with a similar scene in any part of the world, while cleanliness was far more popular than in the highlands to the north. the foreigner in mexico is often surprised at the almost impossibility of getting the entree into its family life. american residents of high position are often intimate friends for years of mexican men in their cafés and male gatherings, without ever stepping across their thresholds. much of the seclusion of the moor still holds, even half a world distant from the land of its origin. yet his racial pseudo-courtesy leads the mexican frequently to extend an invitation which only long experience teaches the stranger is a mere meaningless formality. on the train from córdoba i spent considerable time in conversation with a well-to-do youth of tehuantepec, during which i was formally invited at least a dozen times to visit him at his home. he failed to meet me at the rendezvous set, but was effusive when i ran across him in the evening round of the plaza: "ah, amigo mío. muy buenas noches. como 'stá uste-e-é? so delighted! i was grieved beyond measure to miss you. i live in the calle reforma, number . there you have your own house. i am going there now. do you not wish to accompany me? i have...." "yes, i should like to look in on you for a few moments." "ah, i was so sorry to miss you," he went on, standing stock still. "i must give you my address and you must write me, and i you." there followed an exchange of cards with great formality and many protestations of eternal friendship; then an effusive hand-shake and: "mil gracias, señor. may you have a most pleasant voyage. thanks again. so pleased to have met you. adiós. may you travel well. hasta luego. adiós. que le vaya bien," and with a flip of the hand and a wriggling of the fingers he was gone. that evening i returned early to the "hotel la perla." its entire force was waiting for me. this consisted of juan, a cheery, slight fellow in a blue undershirt and speckled cotton trousers of uncertain age, who was waiter, chambermaid, porter, bath-boy, sweeper, general swipe, possibly cook, and in all but name proprietor; the nominal one being a spherical native on the down-grade of life who never moved twice in the same day if it could be avoided, leaving the establishment to run itself, and accepting phlegmatically what money it pleased providence to send him. the force was delighted at the pleasure of having a guest to wait upon, and stood opposite me all through the meal, offering gems of assorted wisdom intermingled with wide-ranging questions. i called for an extra blanket and turned in soon after dark. there reigned a delicious stillness that promised ample reparation for the two nights past. barely had i drowsed off, however, when there intruded the chattering of several men in the alleyway and yard directly outside my window. "they'll soon be gone," i told myself, turning over. but i was over-optimistic. the voices increased, those of women chiming in. louder and louder grew the uproar. then a banjo-like instrument struck up, accompanying the most dismally mournful male voice conceivable, wailing a monotonous refrain of two short lines. this increased in volume until it might be heard a mile away. male and female choruses joined in now and then. in the snatches between, the monotonous voice wailed on, mingled with laughter and frequent disputes. i rose at last to peer out the window. in the yard were perhaps a half-hundred natives, all seated on the ground, some with their backs against the very wall of my room, nearly all smoking, and with many pots of liquor passing from hand to hand. midnight struck, then one, then two; and with every hour the riot increased. once or twice i drifted into a short troubled dream, to be aroused with a start by a new burst of pandemonium. then gradually the sounds subsided almost entirely. my watch showed three o'clock. i turned over again, grateful for the few hours left ... and in that instant, without a breath of warning, there burst out the supreme cataclysm of a band of some twenty hoarse and battered pieces in an endless, unfathomable noise that never once paused for breath until daylight stole in at the window. at "breakfast" i took juan to task. "ah, señor," he smiled, "it is too bad. but yesterday a man died in the house next door, and his friends have come to celebrate." "and keep the whole town awake all night?" "ay, senor, it is unfortunate indeed. but what would you? people will die, you know." sleep is plainly not indigenous to the isthmus of tehuantepec. from the neighboring town of gamboa there runs southward a railway known as the "pan-american." its fares are high and a freight-train behind an ancient, top-heavy engine drags a single passenger-car divided into two classes with it on its daily journey. the ticket-agent had no change, and did not know whether the end of the line was anywhere near guatemala, though he was full of stories of the dangers to travelers in that country. a languid, good-natured crowd filled the car. we are so accustomed to think of lack of clothing as an attribute of savages that it was little short of startling to see a young lady opposite, naked to the waist but for a scanty and transparent suggestion of upper garment, read the morning newspaper and write a note with the savoir-faire of a parisienne in her boudoir. she wore a necklace of american five-dollar gold pieces, with a pendant of twenties, the goddess of liberty and the date, , on the visible side, and as earrings two older coins of $ . . nearly every woman in the car was thus decorated to some extent, always with the medallion side most in evidence, and one could see at a glance exactly how much each was worth. in a long day's travel we covered miles. at juchitán the passengers thinned. much of this town had recently been destroyed in the revolution, and close to the track stood a crowded cemetery with hundreds of gorged and somnolent _zopilotes_, the carrion-crow of mexico, about it. the country was a blazing dry stretch of mesquite and rare patches of forest in a sandy soil, with huts so few that the train halted at each of them, as if to catch its breath and wipe the sweat out of its eyes. once, toward noon, we caught a glimpse of the pacific. but all the day there spread on either hand an arid region with bare rocky hills, a fine sand that drifted in the air, and little vegetation except the thorny mesquite. a few herds of cattle were seen, but they were as rare as the small towns of stone huts and frontiers-man aspect. the train passed the afternoon like a walker who knows he can easily reach his night's destination, and strolled leisurely into tonolá before sunset. beyond the wild-west hotel lay a sweltering sand town of a few streets atrociously cobbled. we had reached the land of hammocks. not a hut did i peep into that did not have three or four swinging lazily above the uneven earth floor. in the center of the broad, unkempt expanse that served as plaza stood an enormous _pochote_, a species of cottonwood tree, and about it drowsed a sunday evening gathering half seen in the dim light of lanterns on the stands of hawkers. on a dark corner three men and a boy were playing a _marimba_, a frame with dried bars of wood as keys which, beaten with small wooden mallets, gave off a weird, half-mournful music that floated slowly away into the heavy hot night. the women seemed physically the equal of those of tehuantepec, but their dress was quite different, a single loose white gown cut very low at the neck and almost without sleeves. one with a white towel on her head and hanging loosely about her shoulders looked startlingly like an egyptian female figure that had stepped forth from the monuments of the nile. their brown skins were lustrous as silk, every line of their lithe bodies of a venus-like development and they stood erect as palm-trees, or slipped by in the sand-paved night under their four-gallon' american oilcans of water with a silent, sylph-like tread. the train, like an experienced tropical traveler, started at the first peep of dawn. tonolá marked the beginning of a new style of landscape, heralding the woodlands of guatemala. all was now dense and richly green, not exactly jungle, but with forests of huge trees, draped with climbing vines, interlarded with vistas of fat cattle by the hundreds up to their bellies in heavy green grass, herds of which now and then brought us almost to a standstill by stampeding across the track. in contrast to the day before there were many villages, a kind of cross between the jungle towns of siam and the sandy hamlets of our "wild west." a number had sawmills for the mahogany said to abound in the region. now and then a pretty lake alive with wild fowl appeared in a frame of green. there were many negroes, and not a few americans among the ranchers, sawmill hands and railway employees, while john chinaman, forbidden entrance to the country to the south, as to that north of the rio grande, put in a frequent appearance, as in all mexico. it was a languorous, easy-going land, where day-before-yesterday's paper was news. the sulky stare of the mexican plateau had completely disappeared, and in its place was much laughter and an unobtrusive friendliness, and a complete lack of obsequiousness even on the part of the peons, who elbowed their way in and out among all classes as if there were no question as to the equality of all mankind. the daily arrival of the train seemed to be the chief recreation of the populace, so that there were signs of protest if it made only a brief stop. but there was seldom cause for this complaint, for the swollen-headed old engine was still capable of so much more than the schedule required that it was forced to make a prolonged stay at almost every station to let father time catch up with us. the rumor ran that those who would enter guatemala must get permission of its consul in tapachula. but our own representative at that town chanced to board the train at a wayside hamlet and found the papers i carried sufficient. two fellow countrymen raced away into the place as the train drew in, and returned drenched with sweat in time to continue with our leisurely convoy. dakin was a boyish man from the northern states, and ems a swarthy "texican" to whom spanish was more native than english, both wandering southward in quest of jobs, as stationary and locomotive engineers respectively. they rode first-class, though this did not imply wealth, but merely that pat cassidy was conductor. he was a burly, whole-hearted american, supporting an enormous, flaring mustache and, by his own admission, all the "busted" white men traveling between mexico and guatemala. while i kept the seat to which my ticket entitled me, he passed me with a look of curiosity not unmixed with a hint of scorn. when i stepped into the upholstered class to ask him a question he bellowed, "si' down!" the inquiry answered, i rose to leave, only to be brought down again with a shout of, "keep yer seat!" it is no fault of cassidy's if a "gringo" covers the pan-american on foot or seated with peons, or goes hungry and thirsty or tobaccoless on the journey; and penniless strangers are not conspicuous by their absence along this route. as a virginia negro at one of the stations put it succinctly, "if dey ain't black, dey'se white." a jungle bewilderment of vegetation grew up about us, with rich clearings for little clusters of palm-leaf huts, jungles so dense the eye could not penetrate them. laughing women, often of strikingly attractive features, peopled every station, perfect in form as a greek statue, and with complexions of burnished bronze. everywhere was evidence of a constant joy in life and of a placid conviction that providence or some other philanthropist who had always taken care of them always would. teeth were not so universally splendid as on the plateau, but the luminous, snapping black eyes more than made up for this less perfect feature. nightfall found us still rumbling lazily on and it was nearly an hour later that we reached mariscal at the end of the line, four or five scattered buildings of which two disguised themselves under the name of hotels. ems and i slept--or more exactly passed the night--on cots in one of the rooms of transparent partitions, while dakin, who refused to accept alms for anything so useless, spread a grass mat among the dozen native women stretched out along the veranda. chapter viii hurrying through guatemala the three of us were off by the time the day had definitely dawned. ems carried a heavy suitcase, and dakin an awkward bundle. my own modest belongings rode more easily in a rucksack. a mile walk along an unused railroad, calf-high in jungle grass, brought us to a wooden bridge across the wide but shallow suchiate, bounding mexico on the south. across its plank floor and beyond ran the rails of the "pan-american," but the trains halt at mariscal because guatemala, or more exactly estrada cabrera, does not permit them to enter his great and sovereign republic. our own passage looked easy, but that was because of our inexperience of central american ways. scarcely had we set foot on the bridge when there came racing out of a palm-leaf hut on the opposite shore three male ragamuffins in bare feet, shouting as they ran. one carried an antedeluvian, muzzle-loading musket, another an ancient bayonet red with rust, and the third swung threateningly what i took to be a stiff piece of telegraph wire. "no se pasa!" screamed the three in chorus, spreading out in skirmish line like an army ready to oppose to the death the invasion of a hostile force. "no one can pass the bridge!" "but why not?" i asked. "because guatemala does not allow it." "do you mean to say three caballeros with money and passports--and shoes are denied admittance to the great and famous republic of guatemala?" "not at all, senor, but you must come by boat. the pope himself cannot cross this bridge." it would have been unkind to throw them into the river, so we returned to a cluster of huts on the mexican bank. before it drowsed a half-dozen ancient and leaky boats. but here again were grave international formalities to be arranged. a mexican official led us into one of the huts and set down laboriously in a ledger our names, professions, bachelordoms, and a mass of even more personal information. "you are catholic, señor," he queried with poised pen, eying me suspiciously. "no, señor." "ah, protestant," he observed, starting to set down that conclusion. "tampoco." there came a hitch in proceedings. plainly there was no precedent to follow in considering the application of so non-existent a being for permission to leave mexico. the official smoked a cigarette pensively and idly turned over the leaves of the ledger. "será ateo," said a man behind him, swelling his chest with pride at his extraordinary intelligence. "that doesn't fill the bill either," i replied, "nor any other single word i can think of." but the space for this particular item of information was cramped. we finally compromised on "sin religión," and i was allowed to leave the country. a boatman tugged and poled some twenty minutes before we could scramble up the steep, jungle-grown bank beyond. at the top of it were scattered a dozen childish looking soldiers in the most unkempt and disheveled array of rags and lack thereof a cartoonist could picture. they formed in a hollow square about us and steered us toward the "comandancia," a few yards beyond. this was a thatched mud hut with a lame bench and a row of aged muskets in the shade along its wall. another bundle of rags emerged in his most pompous, authoritative demeanor, and ordered us to open our baggage. merely by accident i turned my rucksack face down on the bench, so there is no means of knowing whether the kodak and weapon in the front pockets of it would have been confiscated or held for ransom, had they been seen. i should be inclined to answer in the affirmative. in the hut our passports were carefully if unintelligently examined, and we were again fully catalogued. estrada cabrera follows with great precision the movements of foreigners within his boundaries. in the sandy jungle town of ayutla just beyond, two of us multiplied our wealth many times over without the least exertion. that dakin did not also was only due to the unavoidable fact that he had no multiplicand to set over the multiplier. i threw down mexican money to the value of $ . and had thrust upon me a massive roll of $ . the only drawback was that the bills had led so long and maltreated a life that their face value had to be accepted chiefly on faith, for a ten differed from a one only as one guatemalan soldier differs from his fellows, in that each was much more tattered and torn than the other. after all there is a delicate courtesy in a government's supplying an illiterate population with illegible money; no doubt experience knows other distinguishing marks, such as the particular breeds of microbes that is accustomed to inhabit each denomination; for even inexperience could easily recognize that each was so infested. i mistake in saying this was the only drawback. there was another. the wanderer who drops into a hut for a banana and a bone-dry biscuit, washed down with a small bottle of luke-warm fizzling water, hears with a pang akin to heart-failure a languid murmur of "four dollars, señor," in answer to his request for the bill. it is not easy to get accustomed to hearing such sums mentioned in so casual a manner. a little narrow-gage "railway" crawls off through the jungle beyond ayutla, but the train ran on it yesterday and to-morrow. to-day there was nothing to do but swing on our loads and strike off southward. the morning air was fresh and the eastern jungle wall threw heavy shade for a time. but that time soon came to an end and i plodded on under a sun that multiplied the load on my back by at least the monetary multiple of guatemala. ems and dakin quickly demonstrated a deep dislike to tropical tramping, though both laid claim to the degree of t. t. t. conferred on "gringo" rovers in central america. i waited for them several times in vain and finally pushed on to the sweltering, heat-pulsating town of pahapeeta, where every hut sold bottled firewater and a diminutive box of matches cost a dollar. grass huts tucked away in dense groves along the route were inhabited by all but naked brown people, kindly disposed, so it required no exertion, toward a passing stranger. before noon the jungle opened out upon an ankle-deep sea of sand, across which i plowed under a blazing sun that set even the bundle on my back dripping with sweat. but at least there was a broad river on the farther side of it that looked inviting enough to reward a whole day of tramping. the place was called vado ancho--the "wide wade"; though that was no longer necessary, for the toy railroad that operated to-morrow and yesterday had brought a bridge with it. i scrambled my way along the dense-grown farther bank, and found a place to descend to a big shady rock just fitted for a siesta after a swim. barely had i begun to undress, however, when three brown and barefoot grown-up male children, partly concealed in astounding collections of rags, two with ancient muskets and the third with a stiff piece of wire, tore through the bushes and surrounded me with menacing attitudes. "what are you doing here?" cried the least naked. "why the idle curiosity?" "you are ordered to come to the comandancia." i scrambled back up the bank and plodded across another sand patch toward a small collection of jungle huts, the three "soldiers" crowding close about me and wearing the air of brave heroes who had saved their country from a great conspiracy. lazy natives lay grinning in the shade as i passed. one of the lop-shouldered, thatched huts stood on a hillock above the rest. when we had sweated up to this, a military order rang out in a cracked treble and some twenty brown scarecrows lined up in the shade of the eaves in a guatemalan idea of order. about half of them held what had once been muskets; the others were armed with what i had hitherto taken for lengths of pilfered telegraph wire, but which now on closer inspection proved to be ramrods. thus each arm made only two armed men, whereas a bit of ingenuity might have made each serve three or four; by dividing the stocks and barrels, for instance. the tatterdemalion of the treble fiercely demanded my passport, while the "army" quickly degenerated into a ragged rabble loafing in the shade. i started to lay my rucksack on the bench along the wall, but one of the fellows sprang up with a snarl and flourished his ramrod threateningly. it was evidently a _lèse militarismus_ worthy of capital punishment for a civilian to pass between a pole supporting the eaves and the mud wall of the building. i was forced to stand in the blazing sunshine and claw out my papers. they were in english, but the caricature of an officer concealed his ignorance before his fellows by pretending to read them and at length gave me a surly permission to withdraw. no wonder central america is a favorite _locale_ for comic opera librettos. i descended again to the river for a swim, but had not yet stretched out for a siesta when there came pushing through the undergrowth three more "soldiers," this time all armed with muskets. "what's up now?" "the colonel wants to see you in the comandancia." "but i just saw your famous colonel." "no, that was only the teniente." when i reached the hilltop again, dripping with the heat of noonday, i was permitted to sit on an adobe brick in the sacred shade. the colonel was sleeping. he recovered from that tropical ailment in time, and a rumor came floating out that he was soon to honor us with his distinguished presence. the soldiers made frantic signs to me to rise to my feet. like kingslake before the turkish pasha, i felt that the honor of my race and my own haughty dignity were better served by insisting on social equality even to a colonel, and stuck doggedly to the adobe brick. the rumor proved a false alarm anyway. no doubt the great man had turned over in his sleep. by and by the lieutenant came to say the commander was in his office, and led the way there. at the second door of the mud-and-straw building he paused to add in an awe-struck whisper: "take off your hat and wait until he calls you in." instead i stepped toward the entrance, but the teniente snatched at the slack of my shirt with a gasp of terror: "por diós! take off your revolver! if the colonel sees it...." i shook him off and, marching in with martial stride and a haughty carelessness of attitude, sat down in the only chair in the room except that occupied by the commander, with a hearty: "buenas tardes, colonel." he was a typical guatemalteco in whole trousers and an open shirt, but of some education, for he was writing with moderate rapidity at his homemade desk. he also wore shoes. his manner was far more reasonable than that of his illiterate underlings, and we were soon conversing rationally. he appeared to know enough english to get the gist of my passport, but handed it back with the information that i should have official guatemalan permission to exist within the confines of his eighteen-for-a-dollar country. "you carry an apparatus for the making of photographs," he went on. "suppose you had taken a picture of our fortress and garrison here?" "gar--how's that, señor?" "it is the law of all countries, as you know, not to allow the photographing of places of military importance. even the english would arrest you if you took a picture of gibraltar." it was careless of me not to have noted the striking similarity of this stronghold to that at the entrance to the mediterranean. both stand on hills. "and where do i get this official permission?" "impossible." "yet necessary?" but i still carried mexican cigarettes, a luxury in guatemala, so we parted friends, with the manners of a special envoy taking leave of a prime minister. the only requirement was that i should not open my kodak within sight of this hotbed of military importance. i all but made the fatal error of passing between the sacred eave-post and the wall upon my exit, but sidestepped in time to escape unscathed, and left the great fortress behind and above me. after all i had been far more fortunate than a fellow countryman i met later, who had had a $ camera smashed by this same ragged "garrison." siesta time was past and i struck on out of town. in the last hut an old woman called out to know why i had gone down to the river, and showed some suspicion at my answer. "there are so many countries trying to get our war plans," she explained. a trail wide enough for single-wheeled vehicles crowded its way between jungle walls. in the breathless, blazing sunshine the sweat passed through my rucksack and into my formal city garments beyond, carrying the color of the sack with it. for some time no one was abroad except a dripping "gringo" and a rare cargador in barely the rags necessary to escape complete nakedness, who greeted me subserviently and gave me most of the road. the indians of the region were inferior in physique to those of the mexican plateau, ragged beyond words, and far from handsome in appearance. their little thatched huts swarmed, however, and almost all displayed something to sell, chiefly strong native liquor in bottles that had seen long and varied service. there was nothing to eat but oranges green in color. the way was often strewn with hundreds of huge orange-colored ones, but they were more sour than lemons and often bitter. a tropical downpour drove me once into the not too effective shelter of the jungle, and with sunset a drizzle set in with a promise of increase. a woodchopper had told me i could not reach my proposed destination that night, but i pressed forward at my best pace up hill and down through an all but continuous vegetation and surprised myself by stumbling soon after dark upon electric-lighted coatepeque, the first real town of guatemala, and not a very real one at that. however, a burly american ran a hotel where the bill for supper and lodging was only $ , and if the partitions of my room were bare they were of mahogany, as were also the springs of the bed. the pilfering of an extra mattress softened this misfortune somewhat, and toward morning it grew cool enough to stop sweating. when i descended in the morning, ems and dakin were sitting over their coffee and eggs. they had paid $ each to ride in a covered bullock cart from vado ancho--and be churned to a pulp. reunited, we pushed on in the morning shadows. ems and dakin divided the weight of the former's suitcase; but even after the "texican" had thrown away two heavy books on locomotive driving, both groaned under their loads. the sun of guatemala does not lighten the burdens of the trail. ems had boarded the bullock cart the proud possessor of a bar of soap, but this morning he found it a powder and sprinkled it along the way. soap is out of keeping with guatemalan local color anyway. dense forests continued, but here almost all had an undergrowth of coffee bushes. some of the largest coffee _fincas_ of guatemala lie along this road, producing annually to hundreds of thousands in gold. such prosperity was not reflected in the population and toilers. the natives were ragged, but friendly, every man carrying a machete, generally in a leather scabbard, and the women almost without exception enormous loads of fruit. they were weak, unintelligent, pimple-faced mortals, speaking an indian dialect and using spanish only with difficulty. ragged indian girls were picking coffee here and there, even more tattered carriers lugged it in sacks and baskets to large, cement-floored spaces near the estate houses, where men shoveled the red berries over and over in the sun and old women hulled them in the shade of their huts. jungle trees, often immense and polished smooth as if they had been flayed of their bark, gave us dense cool shade, scented by countless wild flowers. but en cambio the soft dirt road climbed and wound and descended all but incessantly, gradually working its way higher, until we could look out now and then over hundreds of square miles of hot country with barely a break in all its expanse of dense, steaming vegetation. coffee continued, but alternated now with the slender trees of rubber plantations, with their long smooth leaves, and already scarred like young warriors long inured to battle. the road was really only an enlarged trail, not laid out, but following the route of the first indian who picked his way over these jungled hills. huts were seldom lacking; poor, ragged, cheerful indians never. in the afternoon the trail pitched headlong down and around through a rock-spilled barranco with two sheer walls of the densest jungle and forest shutting it in. where it crossed a stream, dakin and i found a shaded, sandy hollow scooped out behind a broad flat rock in the form of a huge bathtub of water, clearer than any adjective will describe. ems, whose swarthy tint and strong features suggested the opposite, was the least able to endure the hardships of the road, and lay lifeless in the shade at every opportunity. the road panted by a rocky zigzag up out of the ravine again and on over rough and hilly going. here i fell into conversation with an indian finca laborer, a slow, patient, ox-like fellow, to whom it had plainly never occurred to ask himself why he should live in misery and his employers in luxury. he spoke a slow and labored, yet considerable, spanish, of which he was unable to pronounce the f or v; saying "pinca" for finca and "pale" for vale. those of his class worked from five to five shoveling coffee or carrying it, with two hours off for breakfast and _almuerzo_, were paid one guatemalan dollar a day, that is, a fraction over five cents in our money, and furnished two arrobas (fifty pounds) of corn and frijoles and a half-pound of salt a month. yet there are no more trustworthy employees than these underpaid fellows. as pay-day approaches, one of these same ragged indians is given a grain sack and a check for several thousand dollars gold and sent to the town where the finca owner does his banking, often several days' distant. the sack half filled with the ragged bills of the republic and their customary microbes, the indian shoulders it and tramps back across the country to the estate, stopping at night in some wayside hut and tossing the sack into a corner, perhaps to leave it for hours while he visits his friends in the vicinity. yet though both the messenger and his hosts know the contents of his bundle, it is very rare that a single illegible _billete_ disappears en route. we plodded on into the night, but ems could only drag at a turtle-pace, and it became evident we could not make retalhuleu without giving him time to recuperate. the first large hut in the scattered village of acintral gave us hospitality. it was earth-floored, with a few homemade chairs, and a bed with board floor. though barely four feet wide, this was suggested as the resting-place of all three of us after a supper of jet-black coffee, native bread, and cheese. dakin and i found it more than crowded, even after ems had spread a _petate_, or grass-mat, on the ground. the room had no door, and women and girls wandered indifferently in and out of it as we undressed, one mite of barely six smoking a huge black cigar in the most business-like manner. the place was a species of saloon, like almost every hut along the road, and the shouting of the family and their thirsty townsmen seldom ceased even momentarily until after midnight. having occasion to be in guatemala city that day, i rose at two and, swallowing a cup of black coffee and two raw eggs and paying a bill of $ , struck out to cover the two long leagues left to retalhuleu in time to catch the six-o'clock train. the moon on its waning quarter had just risen, but gave little assistance during an extremely difficult tramp. all was blackest darkness except where it cast a few silvery streaks through the trees, the road a mere wild trail left by the rainy season far rougher than any plowed field, where it would have been only too easy to break a leg or sprain an ankle. bands of dogs, barking savagely, dashed out upon me from almost every hut. besides four small rivers with little roofed bridges, there were many narrower streams or mud-holes to wade, and between them the way twisted and stumbled up and down over innumerable hills that seemed mountains in the unfathomable darkness. when i had slipped and sprawled some two hours, a pair of indians, the first to be found abroad, gave the distance as "dos leguas," in other words, the same as when i had started. i redoubled my speed, pausing only once to call for water where a light flickered in a hut, and seemed to have won the race when at the edge of the town i came to a river that required me to strip to the waist. as i sprinted up the hill beyond, the sound of a departing train drifted out of the darkness ahead and an indian informed me that it had been scheduled to leave at five. fortunately i continued, for it turned out to be a freight, and the daily passenger left at six, so that just as the east began to turn gray i was off on the long ride to the capital. the train takes twelve hours to make this run of miles by a three-foot-gage railroad, stopping at every cluster of huts along the way. the third-class coach was little more than a box-car with two rough benches along its sides. the passengers were unprepossessing; most of them ragged, all of them unclean, generally with extremely bad teeth, much-pimpled faces, emaciated, and of undeveloped physique, their eyes still possessing some of the brightness but lacking the snap and glisten of those of tehuantepec and the plateau. many were chrome-yellow with fever. ragged officers of law and disorder were numerous, often in bare feet, the same listless inefficiency showing in their weak, unproductive, unshaven features. the car grew so crowded i went to sit on the platform rail, as had a half-dozen already, though large signs on the door forbade it. it was after noon when we reached the first important town, esquintla. here the tropics ended and the train began to climb, so slowly we could have stepped off anywhere, the vegetation visibly changing in character with every mile. on the now crowded platform two natives alternately ordered american beer of the train-boy, at $ a bottle! at palin we were assailed by tattered vendors of all manner of fruit, enormous pineapples selling for sixty guatemalteco cents. amatitlan also swarmed with hawkers, but this time of candy in the form of animals of every known and imaginable species. thereafter we wound round beautiful lake amatitlan, a dark, smooth stretch of water, swarming with fish and bottomless, according to my fellow platformers, flanked by sloping, green, shrub-clad banks that reflected themselves in it. the train crossed the middle of the lake by a stone dyke and climbed higher and ever higher, with splendid views of the perfect cone-shaped volcanoes agua and panteleón that have gradually thrown themselves up to be the highest in guatemala and visible from almost every part of the republic. it was growing dark when the first houses of guatemala city appeared among the trees, and gradually and slowly we dragged into the station. a bare-footed policeman on the train took the names and biographies of all on board, as another had already done at esquintla, and we were free to crowd out into the ragged, one-story city with its languid mule-cars. in the "hotel colon" opposite guatemala's chief theater and shouldering the president's house, which is tailor-shop and saloon below, the daily rate was $ . the food was more than plentiful, but would have been an insult to the stomach of a harvest-hand, the windowless room was musty and dirty, the walls splashed, spotted, and torn, and the bed was by far the worst i had occupied south of the rio grande, having not only a board floor but a mattress that seemed to be stuffed with broken and jagged rocks. notwithstanding all which i slept the clock round. if there is any "sight" in guatemala city besides its slashing sunlight and its surrounding volcanoes, and perhaps its swarms of indians trotting to and from the market on sundays, it is the relief map of the entire republic inside the race-course. this is of cement, with real water to represent the lakes and oceans and (when it is turned on) the rivers. every town, railway, and trail of any importance is marked, an aid to the vagabond that should be required by law of every country. on it i picked out easily the route of my further travels. the map covers a space as large as a moderate-sized house and is seen in all its details from the two platforms above it. its only apparent fault is that the mountains and volcanoes are out of all proportion in height. but exaggeration is a common central-american failing. the city is populous, chiefly with shoeless inhabitants, monotonously flat, few buildings for dread of earthquake being over one story, even the national palace and cathedral sitting low and squat. an elevation of five thousand feet gives it a pleasant june weather, but life moves with a drowsy, self-contented air. its people are far more obliging than the average of mexico and have little or none of the latter's sulkiness or half-insolence. here reigns supreme estrada cabrera; exactly where very few know, for so great is his dislike to assassination that he jumps about incessantly from one of his one-story residences to another, perhaps, as his people assert, by underground passages, for he is seldom indeed seen in the flesh by his fond subjects. in less material manifestations he is omnipresent and few are the men who have long outlived his serious displeasure. a man of modest ability but of extremely suspicious temperament, he keeps the reins of government almost entirely in his own hands, running the country as if it were his private estate, which for some years past it virtually has been. it is a form of government not entirely unfitted to a people in the bulk utterly indifferent as to who or what rules them so they are left to loaf in their hammocks in peace, and no more capable of ruling themselves than of lifting themselves by their non-existent boot-straps. outwardly life seems to run as smoothly as elsewhere, and the casual passer-by does not to his knowledge make the acquaintance of those reputed bands of adventurers from many climes said to carry out swiftly and efficiently every whispered command of guatemala's invisible ruler. on sunday a bull-fight was perpetrated in the _plaza de toros_ facing the station. it was a dreary caricature of the royal sport of spain. the plaza was little more than a rounded barnyard, the four gaunt and cowardly animals with blunted horns virtually lifeless, picadors and horses were conspicuous by their absence, and the two matadors were not even skilful butchers. a _cuadrilla_ of women did the "suerte de tancredo" on one another's backs--as any one else could have on his head or in a rocking-chair--and the only breath of excitement was when one of the feminine _toreras_ got walked on by a fear-quaking animal vainly seeking an exit. all in all it was an extremely poor newsboys' entertainment, a means of collecting admissions for the privilege of seeing to-morrow's meat prepared, the butchers skinning and quartering the animals within the enclosure in full sight of the disheveled audience. the train mounted out of the capital with much winding, as many as three sections of track one above another at times, and, once over the range, fell in with a river on its way to the atlantic. the country grew dry and mexican, covered with fine white dust and grown with cactus. at zacapa, largest town of the line, dakin was already at work in a machine-shop on wheels in the railroad yards, and ems was preparing to take charge of one of the locomotives. descending with the swift stream, we soon plunged into thickening jungle, growing even more dense than that of tehuantepec, with trees, plants, and all the stationary forms of nature struggling like an immense multitude fighting for life, the smaller and more agile climbing the sturdier, the weak and unassertive trampled to death underfoot on the dank, sunless ground. we crossed the now considerable river by a three-span bridge, and entered the banana country. english-speaking negroes became numerous, and when we pulled in at the station of quiraguá, the collection of bamboo shanties i had expected was displaced by several new and modern bungalows on the brow of a knoll overlooking the railroad. here was one of the great plantations of the united fruit company. from the veranda of the office building broad miles of banana plants stretched away to the southern mountains. jamaican negroes were chiefly engaged in the banana culture, and those from our southern states did the heavier and rougher work. their wages ran as high as a dollar gold a day, as against a guatemalan peso for the native peons of the coffee estates in other sections. much of the work was let out on contract. there were a number of white american employees, college-trained in some cases, and almost all extremely youthful. the heat here was tropical and heavy, the place being a bare three hundred feet above sea-level where even clothing quickly molds and rots. my fellow countrymen had found the most dangerous pastimes in this climate to be drinking liquor and eating bananas, while the mass of employees more often came to grief in the feuds between the various breeds of negroes and with the natives. in the morning a handcar provided with a seat and manned by two muscular carib negroes carried me away through the banana jungle by a private railroad. the atmosphere was thick and heavy as soured milk. a half-hour between endless walls of banana plants brought me to a palm-leaf hut, from which i splashed away on foot through a riot of wet jungle to the famous ruins of quiraguá. archeologists had cleared a considerable square in the wilderness, still within the holdings of the fruit company, felling many enormous trees; but the place was already half choked again with compact undergrowth. there were three immense stone pillars in a row, then two others leaning at precarious angles, while in and out through the adjacent jungle were scattered carved stones in the forms of frogs and other animals, clumsily depicted, a small calendar stone, and an immense carved rock reputed to have been a place of sacrifice. several artificial mounds were now mere stone hills overgrown with militant vegetation, as were remnants of old stone roadways. every stone was covered with distinct but crudely carved figures, the most prominent being that of a king with a large roman nose but very little chin, wearing an intricate crown surmounted by a death's-head, holding a scepter in one hand and in the other what appeared to be a child spitted on a toasting fork. all was of a species of sandstone that has withstood the elements moderately well, especially if, as archeologists assert, the ruins represent a city founded some three thousand years ago. some of the faces, however, particularly those toward the east and south from which come most of the storms, were worn almost smooth and were covered with moss and throttling vegetation. through it all a mist that was virtually a rain fell incessantly, and ground and jungle reeked with a clinging mud and dripping water that soaked through shoes and garments. chapter ix the ups and downs of honduras the train carried me back up the river to zacapa, desert dry and stingingly hot with noonday. report had it that there was a good road to jocotán by way of chiquimula, but the difference between a "buen camino" and a mere "road" is so slight in central america that i concluded to follow the more direct trail. the next essential was to change my wealth into honduranean silver, chiefly in coins of one _real_, corresponding in value to an american nickel; for financial transactions were apt to be petty in the region ahead of me. in the collection i gathered among the merchants of zacapa were silver dollars of mexico, salvador, chile, and peru, all of which stand on terms of perfect equality with the peso of honduras, worth some forty cents. my load was heavier, as befitted an exit from even quasi-civilization. the rucksack was packed with more than fourteen pounds, not counting kodak and weapon, and for the equivalent of some thirty cents in real money i had acquired in the market of guatemala city a hammock, more exactly a sleeping-net, made of a species of grass by the indians of cobán. under all this i was soon panting up through the once cobbled village of zacapa and across a rising sand-patch beyond, cheered on by the parting information that the last traveler to set out on this route had been killed a few miles from town for the $ or so he carried. mine would not have been any particular burden in a level or temperate country, but this was neither. the sun hung so close it felt like some immense red-hot ingot swinging overhead in a foundry. the road--and in central america that word seldom represents anything better than a rocky, winding trail with rarely a level yard--sweated up and down sharp mountain faces, picking its way as best it could over a continual succession of steep lofty ridges. even before i lost the railway to view i was dripping wet from cap to shoes, drops fell constantly from the end of my nose, and my eyes stung with salt even though i plunged my face into every stream. my american shoes had succumbed on the tramp to retalhuleu and the best i had been able to do in guatemala city was to squander $ for a pair of native make and chop them down into oxfords. these, soaked in the jungle of quiraguá, now dried iron-stiff in the sun and barked my feet in various places. i had crossed four ranges and was winding along a narrow, dense-grown valley when night began to fall. the rumors of foul play led me to keep a hand hanging loose near my weapon, though the few natives i met seemed friendly enough. darkness thickened and i was planning to swing my hammock among the trees when i fell upon the hut of coronado cordón. it was a sieve-like structure of bamboo, topped by a thick palm-leaf roof, with an outdoor mud fireplace, and crowded with dogs, pigs, and roosted fowls. coronado himself, attired in the remnants of a pair of cotton trousers, greeted me from his hammock. "may i pass the night with you?" "to be sure, señor. you may sleep on this bench under the roof." but i produced my hammock and he swung it for me from two bamboo rafters of the low projecting eaves, beside his own and that of a horseman who had also sought hospitality, where a steady breeze swept through. his wife squatted for an hour or more over the fireplace, and at length i sat down--on the ground--to black coffee, frijoles, tortillas, and a kind of dutch cheese. long before morning i was too cold, even under most of the contents of my pack, to sleep soundly. it was december and the days were short for tramping. this one did not begin to break until six and i had been awake and ready since three. coronado slept on, but his señora arose and, covering her breasts with a small apron, took to grinding corn for tortillas. these with coffee and two eggs dropped for a moment in hot water, after a pin-hole had been broken in each, made up my breakfast, and brought my bill up to nearly eleven cents. i was off in the damp dawn. any enumeration of the rocky, slippery, twisting trails by which i panted up and over perpendicular mountain ridges under a burning sun without the shadow of a cloud, would be wearisome. sweat threatened to ruin even the clothing in my bundle, it soaked even belt and holster, rusting the weapon within it, and leaving a visible trail behind me. once, at the careless nod of an indian, i strained up an all but perpendicular slope, only to have the trail end hundreds of feet above the river in a fading cow-path and leave me to climb down again. farther on it dodged from under my feet once more and, missing a reputed bridge, forced me to ford a chest-deep river which all but swept me away, possessions and all, at the first attempt. jocotán, on the farther bank, was a lazy, sunbaked village the chief industry of which seemed to be swinging in hammocks, though i did manage to run to earth the luxury of a dish of tough meat. comotán was close beyond, then came two hours straight up to a region of pine-trees with vistas of never-ending mountains everywhere dense-forested, the few adobe or bamboo huts tucked in among them being as identically alike as the inhabitants. these were almost obsequious peons, wearing a sort of white pajamas and moderate-sized straw hats, all strangely clean. each carried a machete, generally with a curved point, and not a few had guns. toward evening i struck a bit of level going amid dense vegetation without a breath of air along the bank of a river that must be forded lower down, which fact i took advantage of to perpetrate a general laundering. this proved unwise, for the sun went down before the garments had dried and left me to lug on along the stream those the unexacting customs of the country did not require me to put on wet. every hundred yards the trail went swiftly down into the stony bed of a tributary, with or without water, and clambered breathlessly out again. a barked heel had festered and made every other step painful. it was more than an hour after dark that i sweated into the _aldea_ of chupá, so scattered that as each hut refused me lodging i had to hobble on a considerable distance to the next. the fourth or fifth refusal i declined to accept and swung my hammock under the eaves. a woman was cooking on the earth floor for several peon travelers, but treated me only with a stony silence. one of the indians, however, who had been a soldier and was more friendly or less suspicious of "gringoes," divided with me his single tortilla and bowl of frijoles. the family slept on dried cowskins spread on the bare earth. food was not to be had when i folded my hammock and pushed on at daylight. one of a cluster of huts farther up was given over to a squad of "soldiers," garrisoning the frontier, and an officer who would have ranked as a vagabond in another country sold me three tortillas and a shellful of coffee saved from his rations. another cluster of huts marked the beginning of a stiff rocky climb, beyond which i passed somewhere in a swampy stretch of uninhabited ground the invisible boundary and entered honduras, the land of great depths. it was indeed. soon a vast mountain covered with pine forest rose into the sky ahead and two hours of unbroken climbing brought me only to the rim of another great wooded valley scolloped out of the earth and down into which i went all but headfirst into the town of copán. here, as i sat in a fairly easy chair in the shaded corner of a barnyard among pigs, chickens, and turkeys while my tortillas were preparing, i got the first definite information as to the tramp before me. tegucigalpa, the capital, was said to be fifteen days distant by mule. on foot it might prove a trifle less. but if transportation in the flesh was laborious and slow, the ease of verbal communication partly made up for it. a telegram to the capital cost me the sum total of one real. it should have been a real and a quarter, but the telegraph operator had no change! beyond the town i found with some difficulty the gate through which one must pass to visit the ancient ruins of copán. once inside it, a path led through jungle and tobacco fields and came at length to a great artificial mound, originally built of cut-stone, but now covered with deep grass and a splendid grove of immense trees, until in appearance only a natural hill remained. about the foot of this, throttled by vegetation, lay scattered a score or more of carved stones, only one or two of which were particularly striking. summer solitude hovered over all the scene. back again on the "camino real" i found the going for once ideal. the way lay almost level along a fairly wide strip of lush-green grass with only a soft-footed, eight-inch path marking the route, and heavy jungle giving unbroken shade. then came a hard climb, just when i had begun to hear the river and was laying plans for a drink and a swim, and the trail led me far up on the grassy brow of a mountain, from which spread a vast panorama of pine-clad world. but the trails of honduras are like spendthrift adventurers, struggling with might and main to gain an advantage, only wantonly to throw it away again a moment later. this one pitched headlong down again, then climbed, then descended over and again, as if setting itself some useless task for the mere pleasure of showing its powers of endurance. it subsided at last in the town of santa rita, the comandante of which, otherwise a pleasant enough fellow, took me for a german. it served me right for not having taken the time to shave my upper lip. he had me write my name on a slip of paper and bade me adiós with the information that if "my legs were well oiled" i could make the hacienda jarral by nightfall. i set a good pace along the flat, shaded, grassy lane beside the river, promising myself a swim upon sighting my destination. but the tricky trail suddenly and unexpectedly led me far up on a mountain flank and down into jarral without again catching sight or sound of the stream. there were three or four palm-leaf huts and a large, long hacienda building, unspeakably dirty and dilapidated. the estate produced coffee, heaps of which in berry and kernel stood here and there in the dusk. the owner lived elsewhere; for which no one could blame him. i marched out along the great tile-floored veranda to mention to the stupid _mayordomo_ the relationship of money and food. he referred me to a filth-encrusted woman in the cavern-like kitchen, where three soiled and bedraggled babies slept on a dirtier reed mat on the filthy earth floor, another in a hammock made of a grain sack and two pieces of rope, amid dogs, pigs, and chickens, not to mention other unpleasantnesses, including a damp dungeon atmosphere that ought early to have proved fatal to the infants. when she had sulkily agreed to prepare me tortillas, i returned to ask the way to the river. the mayordomo cried out in horror at the notion of bathing at night, pointing out that there was not even a moon, and prophesying a fatal outcome of such foolhardiness and gringo eccentricity. his appearance suggested that he had also some strong superstition against bathing by day. i stumbled nearly a mile along to-morrow's road, stepping now and then into ankle-deep mud puddles, before reaching the stream, but a plunge into a stored-up pool of it was more than ample reward. "supper" was ready upon my return, and by asking the price of it at once and catching the woman by surprise i was charged only a legitimate amount. when i inquired where i might swing my hammock, the enemy of bathing pointed silently upward at the rafters of the veranda. these were at least ten feet above the tiled floor and i made several ineffectual efforts before i could reach them at all, and then only succeeded in hanging my sleeping-net so that it doubled me up like a jack-knife. rearranging it near the corner of the veranda, i managed with great effort to climb into it, but to have fallen out would have been to drop either some eight feet to the stone-flagged door or twenty into the cobbled and filthy barnyard below. the chances of this outcome were much increased by the necessity of using a piece of old rope belonging to the hacienda, and a broken arm or leg would have been pleasant indeed here in the squalid wilderness with at least a hundred miles of mule-trail to the nearest doctor. luckily i only fell asleep. several men and dirtier boys, all in what had once been white garments, had curled up on bundles of dirty mats and heaps of bags all over the place, and the night was a pandemonium of their coughing, snoring, and night-maring, mingled with the hubbub of dogs, roosters, turkeys, cattle, and a porcine multitude that snuggled in among the human sleepers. the place was surrounded by wet, pine-clad mountains, and the damp night air drifting in upon me soon grew cold and penetrating. having had time to collect her wits, the female of the dungeon charged me a quadrupled price for a late breakfast of black coffee and pin-holed eggs, and i set off on what turned out to be a not entirely pleasant day's tramp. to begin with i had caught cold in a barked heel, causing the cords of the leg to swell and stiffen. next i found that the rucksack had worn through where it came in contact with my back; third, the knees of the breeches i wore succumbed to the combination of sweat and the tearing of jungle grasses; fourth, the garments i carried against the day i should again enter civilization were already rumpled and stained almost beyond repair; and, fifth, but by no means last, the few american bills i carried in a secret pocket had been almost effaced by humidity and friction. furthermore, the "road" completely surpassed all human powers of description. when it was not splitting into a half-dozen faint paths, any one of which was sure to fade from existence as soon as it had succeeded in leading me astray in a panting chase up some perpendicular slope, it was splashing through mud-holes or small rivers. at the first stream i squandered a half-hour disrobing and dressing again, only to find that some two hundred yards farther on it swung around once more across the trail. twice it repeated that stale practical joke. at the fourth crossing i forestalled it by marching on, carrying all but shirt and hat,--and got only sunburn and stone-bruises for my foresight, for the thing disappeared entirely. still farther on i attempted to save time by crossing another small river by a series of stepping-stones, reached the middle of it dry-shod, looked about for the next step, and then carefully lay down at full length, baggage and all, in the stream as the stone turned over under my feet. but by that time i needed another bath. an old woman of la libertad, a collection of mud huts wedged into a little plain between jungled mountain-sides, answered my hungry query with a cheery "cómo no!" and in due time set before me black beans and blacker coffee and a honduranean tortilla, which are several times thicker and heavier than those of mexico and taste not unlike a plank of dough. though often good-hearted enough, these children of the wilderness have no more inkling of any line between dirt and cleanliness, nor any more desire to improve their conditions, themselves, or their surroundings, which we of civilized lands think of as humanity's privilege and requirement, than the mangy yellow curs that slink in and out between their legs and among their cooking pots. i had yet to see in honduras a house, a garment, a single possession, or person that was anything short of filthy. as i ate, a gaunt and yellow youth arrived with a rag tied about his brow, complaining that a fever had overtaken him on a steep mountain trail and left him helpless for hours. i made use for the first time of the small medicine case i carried. then the old woman broke in to announce that her daughter also had fever. i found a child of ten tossing on a miserable canvas cot in the mud hut before which i sat, her pulse close to the hundred mark. when i had treated her to the best of my ability, the mother stated that a friend in a neighboring hut had been suffering for more than a week with chills and fever, but that she was "embarrassed" and must not take anything that might bring that condition prematurely to a head. i prescribed not without some layman misgiving. great astonishment spread throughout the hamlet when i refused payment for my services, and the old woman not only vociferously declined the coin i proffered for the food, but bade me farewell with a vehement "diós se lo pagará"--whether in honduranean change or not she did not specify. the majority of the inhabitants of the wilds of honduras live and die without any other medical attention than those of a rare wandering charlatan or pill-peddler. beyond was a rising path through dense steaming jungle, soon crossed by the ubiquitous river. across it, near a pretty waterfall, the trail climbed up and ever up through jungle and forest, often deep in mud and in places so steep i had to mount on all fours, slipping back at each step like the proverbial frog in the well. a splendid virgin forest surrounded me, thick with undergrowth, the immense trees whispering together far above. a half-hour up, the trail, all but effaced, was cut off by a newly constructed rail fence tied together with vines run through holes that had been pierced in the buttresses of giants of the forest. there was no other route in sight, however, and i climbed the obstruction and sweated another half-hour upward. a vista of at least eight heavily wooded ranges opened out behind me, not an inch of which was not covered with dense-green treetops. far up near the gates of heaven i came upon a sun-flooded sloping clearing planted with tobacco, and found a startled peon in the shade of a make-shift leaf hut. instead of climbing the hill by this private trail, i should immediately have crossed the river again more than an hour below and continued on along it! when he had recovered from the fright caused by so unexpected an apparition, the indian yielded up his double-bodied gourd and made no protest when i gurgled down about half the water he had carried up the mountain for his day's thirst. that at least was some reward for the useless climb, for there is no greater physical pleasure than drinking one's fill of clear cold water after a toilsome tropical tramp. i crashed and slid down to the river again and picked up once more the muddy path along it between dense walls of damp jungle. it grew worse and worse, falling in with a smaller stream and leaping back and forth across it every few yards, sometimes permitting me to dodge across like a tight-rope walker on wet mossy stones, more often delaying me to remove shoes and leggings. an hour of this and the scene changed. a vast mountain wall rose before me, and a sharp rocky trail at times like steps cut by nature in the rock face led up and up and still forever upward. a score of times i seemed to have reached the summit, only to find that the trail took a new turn and, gathering up its skirts, climbed away again until all hope of its ever ceasing its sweating ascent faded away. after all it was perhaps well that only a small portion of the climb was seen at a time; like life itself, the appalling sight of all the difficulties ahead at once might discourage the climber from ever undertaking the task. it was near evening when i came out in a slight clearing on what was at last really the summit. vast forests of whispering pine-trees surrounded me, and before and behind lay an almost endless vista of heavily wooded, tumbled mountains, on a low one of which, near at hand but far below, could be seen the scattered village of san augustín. there was still a long hour down the opposite face of the mountain, with thinner pine forests and the red soil showing through here and there; not all down either, for the trail had the confirmed habit of falling into bottomless sharp gullies every few yards and struggling out again up the steepest of banks, though the privilege of thrusting my face into the clear mountain stream at the bottom of each made me pardon these monotonous vagaries. after surmounting six or eight such mountain ranges in a day, under a sun like ours of august quadrupled and some twenty pounds of awkward baggage, without what could reasonably be called food, to say nothing of festered heels and similar petty ailments, the traveler comes gradually by nightfall to develop a desire to spend ten minutes under the electric fans of a "baltimore lunch." yet with all its difficulties the day had been more than enjoyable, wandering through endless virgin forests swarming with strange and beautiful forms of plant and bird life, with rarely a habitation or a fellow-man to break the spell of pure, unadulterated nature. for break it these did. as the first hut of san augustín intruded itself in the growing dusk there ran unbidden through my head an ancient refrain: "plus je vois l'homme, plus j'aîme mon chien." nearer the center of the collection i paused to ask a man leaning against his mud doorway whether he knew any one who would give me posada. the eagerness with which he offered to do so himself gave me visions of an exorbitant bill in the morning, but it turned out that he was merely anxious for the "honor" of lodging a stranger. this time i slept indoors. my host himself swung my hammock from two of the beams in his large, single-room house made of slats filled in with mud. though a man of some education, subscriber to a newspaper of salvador and an american periodical in spanish, and surrounded by pine forests, it seemed never to have occurred to him to try to better his lot even to the extent of putting in a board floor. his mixture of knowledge and ignorance was curious. he knew most of the biography of edison by heart, but thought paris the capital of the united states and the population of that country , . in the house the only food was tortillas, but across the "street" meat was for sale. it proved to be tough strips a half-inch square of sun-dried beef hanging from the rafters. i made another suggestion, but the woman replied with a smile half of amusement half of sorrow that all the chickens had died. a few beans were found, and, as i ate, several men drifted into the hut and gradually and diffidently fell to asking strange and childish questions. it is hard for those of us trained to democracy and accustomed to intercourse only with "civilized" people to realize that a bearded man of forty, with tall and muscular frame, may have only an infantile grade of intelligence, following the conversation while it is kept on the plane of an eight-year-old intellect, but incapable of grasping any real thought, and staring with the open-mouthed naïveté of a child. tobacco is grown about san augustín, and every woman of the place rolls clumsy cigars and cigarettes as incessantly as those of other parts knit or sew. the wife and daughter of my host were so engaged when i returned, toiling leisurely by the light of pine splinters; for rural honduras has not yet reached the candle stage of progress. for a half-real i bought thirty cigarettes of the size of a lead-pencil, made of the coarse leaves more fitted to cigars. the man and wife, and the child that had been stark naked ever since my arrival, at length rolled up together on a bundle of rags on the dank earth floor, the daughter of eighteen climbed a knotched stick into a cubbyhole under the roof, and when the pine splinter flickered out i was able for the first night in honduras to get out of my knee-cramping breeches and into more comfortable sleeping garments. the festered heel gave me considerable annoyance. a bread and milk poultice would no doubt have drawn the fever out of it, but even had any such luxury been obtainable i should have applied it internally. during the night i awoke times without number. countless curs, that were to real dogs what these people are to civilized races, howled the night hideous, as if warning the village periodically of some imaginary danger, suggested perhaps by the scent of a stranger in their midst. sometime in the small hours two youths, either drunk or enamored of the bedraggled senorita in the cubbyhole above, struck up a mournful, endless ballad of two unvarying lines, the one barely heard, the other screeching the eternal refrain until the night shuddered with it. all the clothing i possessed was not enough to keep me warm both above and below. one of the chief difficulties of the road in honduras is the impossibility of arousing the lazy inhabitants in time to prepare some suggestion of breakfast at a reasonably early hour. for to set off without eating may be to fast all the hot and laborious day. the sun was already warm when i took up the task of picking my way from among the many narrow, red, labyrinthian paths that scattered over the hill on which san augustín reposes and radiated into the rocky, pine-forested, tumbled mountain world surrounding it. some one had said the trail to santa rosa was easy and comparatively level. but such words have strange meanings in honduras. not once during the day did there appear a level space ten yards in length. hour after hour a narrow path, one of a score in which to go astray, worn in the whitish rock of a tumbled and irregular series of soft sandstone ridges with thin forests of pine or fir, clambered and sweated up and down incessantly by slopes steeper than any stairway, until i felt like the overworked chambermaid of a tall but elevator-less hotel. my foot was much swollen, and to make things worse the region was arid and waterless. once i came upon a straggling mud village, but though it was half-hidden by banana and orange groves, not even fruit could be bought. yet a day or two before some scoundrel had passed this way eating oranges constantly and strewing the trail with the tantalizing peelings; a methodical, selfish, bourgeois fellow, who had not had the humane carelessness to drop a single fruit on all his gluttonous journey. when i came at last, at the bottom of a thigh-straining descent, upon the first stream of the day, it made up for the aridity behind, for the path had eluded me and left me to tear through the jungle and wade a quarter mile before i picked up the trail again. refreshed, i began a task before which i might have turned back had i seen it all at once. four mortal waterless hours i toiled steeply upward, more than twenty times sure i had reached the summit, only to see the trail, like some will-o'-the-wisp, draw on ahead unattainably in a new direction. i had certainly ascended four thousand feet when i threw myself down at last among the pines of the wind-swept summit. a draught from the gourd of a passing peon gave me new life for the corresponding descent. several of these fellow-roadsters now appeared, courteous fellows, often with black mustaches and imperial à la napoleon iii, who raised their hats and greeted me with a sing-song "qué se vaya bien," yet seemed remarkably stupid and perhaps a trifle treacherous. at length, well on in the afternoon, the road broke through a cutting and disclosed the welcome sight of the town of santa rosa, its white church bulking above all else built by man; the first suggestion of civilization i had seen in honduras. the suggestion withered upon closer examination. the place did not know the meaning of the word hotel, there was neither restaurant, electric light, wheeled vehicles, nor any of the hundred and one things common to civilized towns of like size. after long inquiry for lodging, i was directed to a pharmacy. the connection was not apparent until i found that an american doctor occupied there a tiny room made by partitioning off with a strip of canvas stretched on a frame a part of the public hallway to the patio. he was absent on his rounds; which was fortunate, for his cuban interpreter not merely gave me possession of the "room" and cot, but delivered to me the doctor's supper of potatoes, rice, an imitation of bread, and even a piece of meat, when it arrived from a market-place kitchen. here i spent sunday, with the extreme lassitude following an extended tramp in the hungry wilderness. the doctor turned up in the afternoon, an imposing monument of a man from texas with a wild tangle of dark-brown beard, and the soft eyes and gentle manners of a girl. he had spent some months in the region, more to the advantage of the inhabitants than his own, for disease was far more wide spread than wealth, and the latter was extremely elusive even where it existed. hookworm was the second most common ailment, with cancer and miscarriages frequent. the entire region he had found virtually given over to free love. the grasping priests made it all but impossible for the poorer classes to marry, and the custom had rather died out even among the well-to-do. all but two families of the town acknowledged illegitimate children, there was not a priest nor a youth of eighteen who had not several, and more than one widow of honduranean wealth and position whose husband had long since died continued to add yearly to the population. the padre of san pedro, from whose house he had just come, boasted of being the father of eighty children. all these things were common knowledge, with almost no attempt at concealment, and indeed little notion that there might be anything reprehensible in such customs. every one did it, why shouldn't any one? later experience proved these conditions, as well as nearly per cent. of complete illiteracy, common to all honduras. the only other industry of santa rosa is the raising of tobacco and the making of a tolerably good cigar, famed throughout honduras and selling here twenty for a real. every hut and almost every shop is a cigar factory. the town is four thousand feet above sea-level, giving it a delightful, lazy, satisfied-with-life-just-as-it-is air that partly makes up for its ignorance, disease, and unmorality. the population is largely indian, unwashed since birth, and with huge hoof-like bare feet devoid of sensation. there is also considerable spanish blood, generally adulterated, its possessors sometimes shod and wearing nearly white cotton suits and square white straw hats. in intelligence the entire place resembles children without a child's power of imitation. except for the snow-white church, the town is entirely one-story, with tile roofs, a ragged flowery plaza, and straight streets, sometimes cobbled, that run off down hill, for the place is built on a meadowy knoll with a fine vista of hills and surrounded by an immensely rich land that would grow almost anything in abundance with a minimum of cultivation. the one way of getting an early start in honduras is to make your purchases the night before and eat them raw in the morning. christmas day had barely dawned, therefore, when i began losing my way among the undulating white rock paths beyond santa rosa. such a country brings home to man his helplessness and unimportance before untamed nature. i wished to be in tegucigalpa, two hundred miles away, within five days; yet all the wealth of croesus could not have brought me there in that time. as it was, i had broken the mule-back record, and many is the animal that succumbs to the up and down trails of honduras. this one might, were such triteness permissible, have been most succinctly characterized by a well-known description of war. it was rougher than any stone-quarry pitched at impossible angles, and the attraction of gravity for my burden passed belief. to this i had been forced to add not merely a roll of silver reales but my christmas dinner, built up about the nucleus of a can of what announced itself outwardly as pork and beans. talgua, at eleven, did not seem the fitting scene for so solemn a ceremony, and i hobbled on, first over a tumble-down stone bridge, then by a hammock-bridge to which one climbed high above the river by a notched stick and of which two thirds of the cross-slats were missing, while the rest cracked or broke under the pounds to which i subjected them. i promised myself to pitch camp at the very next clear stream. but the hammock-bridge once passed there began a heart-breaking climb into bone-dry hills, rolling with broken stones, and palpitating with the heat of an unshaded tropical sun. several times i had perished of thirst before i came to a small sluggish stream, only to find its water deep blue with some pollution. in the end i was forced to overlook this drawback and, finding a sort of natural bathtub among the blazing rocks, fell upon what after all proved to be a porkless feast. the doctor's treatment had reduced the swelling in foot and ankle, but the wound itself was more painful than ever and called for frequent soaking. in midafternoon i passed a second village, as somnolent as the belly-gorged zopilotes that half-jumped, half-flew sluggishly out of the way as i advanced. here was a bit of fairly flat and shaded going, with another precarious hammock-bridge, then an endless woods with occasional sharp stony descents to some brawling but most welcome stream, with stepping-stones or without. thus far i had seen barely a human being all the day, but as the shades of evening grew i passed several groups of arrieros who blasted my hopes of reaching gracias that night, but who informed me that just beyond the "rio grande" was a _casita_ where i might spend the night. it was sunset when i came to the "great river," a broad and noisy though only waist-deep stream with two sheer, yet pine-clad rock cliffs more striking than the palisades of the hudson. a crescent moon was peering over them when i passed the swinging bridge swaying giddily to and fro high above the stream, but on the steep farther bank it lighted up only a cruel disappointment. for the "casita" was nothing but a roof on wabbly legs, a public rest-house where i might swing my hammock but go famished to bed. i pushed on in quest of a more human habitation. the "road" consisted of a dozen paths shining white in the moonlight and weaving in and out among each other. no sign of man appeared, and my foot protested vehemently. i concluded to be satisfied with water to drink and let hunger feed upon itself. but now it was needed, not a trickle appeared. once i fancied i heard a stream babbling below and tore my way through the jungle down a sharp slope, but i had only caught the echo of the distant river. it was well on into the night when the welcome sound again struck my ear. this time it was real, and i fought my way down through clutching undergrowth and stone heaps to a stream, sluggish and blue in color, but welcome for all that, to swing my hammock among stone heaps from two elastic saplings, for it was just my luck to have found the one spot in honduras where there were no trees large enough to furnish shelter. luckily nothing worse than a heavy dew fell. now and then noisy boisterous bands of natives passed along the trail from their christmas festivities in the town ahead. but whereas a mexican highway at this hour would have been overrun with drunken peons more or less dangerous to "gringoes," drink seemed to have made these chiefly amorous. still i took good care to arrange myself for the night quietly, if only to be able to sleep undisturbed. once, somewhere in the darkest hours, a drove of cattle stampeded down the slope near me, but even as i reached for my weapon i found it was not the band of peons from a dream of which i had awakened. the spot was some feet lower than santa rosa, but still so sharp and penetrating is the chill of night in this region in contrast to the blazing, sweating days that i did not sleep a moment soundly after the first hour of evening. an hour's walk next morning brought me to gracias, a slovenly, nothing-to-do-but-stare hamlet of a few hundred inhabitants. after i had eaten all the chief hut could supply, i set about looking for the shoemaker my already aged guatemalan oxfords needed so badly. i found the huts where several of them lived, but not where any of them worked. the first replied from his hammock that he was sick, the second had gone to tegucigalpa, the third was "somewhere about town if you have the patience to wait." which i did for an hour or more, and was rewarded with his turning up to inform me that he was not planning to begin his labors again so soon, for only yesterday had been christmas. over the first hill and river beyond, i fell in with a woman who carried on an unbroken conversation as well as a load on her head, from the time she accepted the first cigar until we had waded the thigh-deep "rio grande" and climbed the rocky bank to her hut and garden. at first she had baldly refused to allow her picture to be taken. but so weak-willed are these people of honduras that a white man of patience can in time force them to do his bidding by sheer force of will, by merely looking long and fixedly at them. many the "gringo" who has misused this power in central america. before we reached her home she had not only posed but insisted on my stopping to photograph her with her children "dressed up" as befitted so extraordinary an occasion. her garden was unusually well supplied with fruit and vegetables, and the rice boiled in milk she served was the most savory dish i had tasted in honduras. she refused payment, but insisted on my waiting until the muleteers she had charged for their less sumptuous dinner were gone, so they should not discover her unpatriotic favoritism. during the afternoon there was for a time almost level going, grassy and soft, across gently dipping meadows on which i left both mule-trains and pedestrians behind. houses were rare, and the fall of night threatened to leave me alone among vast whining pine forests where the air was already chill. in the dusk, however, i came upon the hut of pablo morales and bespoke posada. he growled a surly permission and addressed hardly a word to me for hours thereafter. the place was the most filthy, quarrelsome, pig and chicken overrun stop on the trip, and when at last i prepared to swing my hammock inside the hut the sulky host informed me that he only permitted travelers the _corredor_. two other guests--ragged, soil-encrusted arrieros--were already housed within, but there were at least some advantages in swinging my own net outside from the rafters of the eaves. pigs jolted against me now and then and before i had entirely fallen asleep i was disturbed by a procession of dirty urchins, each carrying a blazing pine stick, who came one by one to look me over. i was just settling down again when pablo himself appeared, an uncanny figure in the dancing light of his flaming torch. he had heard that i could "put people on paper," and would i put his wife on paper in return for his kindness in giving me posada? yes, in the morning. why couldn't i do it now? he seemed strangely eager, for a man accustomed to set mañana as his own time of action. his surly indifference had changed to an annoying solicitude, and he forced upon me first a steaming tortilla, then a native beverage, and finally came with a large cloth hammock in which i passed the night more comfortably than in my own open-work net. in the morning heavy mountain clouds and a swirling mist made photography impossible, but my host was not of the grade of intelligence that made this simple explanation possible. he led the way into the windowless hut, in a corner of which lay a woman of perhaps thirty in a dog-litter of a bed enclosed by curtains hung from the rafters. the walls were black with coagulated smoke. the woman, yellow and emaciated with months of fever, groaned distressingly as the curtains were drawn aside, but her solicitous husband insisted on propping her up in bed and holding her with an arm about the shoulders while i "put them both on paper." his purpose, it turned out, was to send the picture to the shrine of "la virgen de los remedios" that she might cure the groaning wife of her ailment, and he insisted that it must show "bed and all and the color of her face" that the virgin might know what was required of her. i went through the motions of taking a photograph and explained as well as was possible why it could not be delivered at once, with the added information to soften his coming disappointment that the machine sometimes failed. the fellow merely gathered the notion that i was but a sorry magician at best, who had my diabolical hocuspocus only imperfectly under control, and he did not entirely succeed in keeping his sneers invisible. i offered quinine and such other medicines as were to be found in my traveling case, but he had no faith in worldly remedies. by nine the day was brilliant. there was an unusual amount of level grassy trail, though steep slopes were not lacking. during the morning i passed several bands of ragged soldiers meandering northward in rout order and some distance behind them their bedraggled women and children, all afoot and carrying their entire possessions on their heads and backs. frequently a little wooden cross or a heap of stones showed where some traveler had fallen by the wayside, perhaps at the hands of his fellow-man; for the murder rate, thanks largely to drink and vendettas, is high in honduras. it might be less if assassins faced the death penalty, instead of being merely shut within prisons from which an active man could soon dig his way to freedom with a pocket-knife, if he did not have the patience to wait a few months until a new revolution brought him release or pardon. the futility of honduranean life was illustrated here and there. on some vast hillside capable of producing food for a multitude the eye made out a single _milpa_, or tiny corn-field, fenced off with huge slabs of mahogany worth easily ten times all the corn the patch could produce in a lifetime--or rather, worth nothing whatever, for a thing is valuable only where it is in demand. at ten i lost the way, found it again, and began an endless, rock-strewn climb upward through pines, tacking more times than i could count, each leg of the ascent a toilsome journey in itself. not the least painful of road experiences in honduras is to reach the summit of such a range after hours of heavy labor, to take perhaps a dozen steps along the top of the ridge, and then find the trail pitching headlong down again into a bottomless gorge, from which comes up the joyous sound of a mountain stream that draws the thirsty traveler on at double speed, only to bring him at last to a rude bridge over a precipitous, rock-sided river impossible to reach before attacking the next slope staring him in the face. luckily i foraged an imitation dinner in san juan, a scattering of mud huts on a broad upland plain, most of the adult inhabitants of which were away at some work or play in the surrounding hills. cattle without number dotted the patches of unlevel meadows, but not a drop of milk was to be had. roosters would have made the night a torture, yet three eggs rewarded the canvassing of the entire hamlet. these it is always the honduranean custom to puncture with a small hole before dropping into hot water, no doubt because there was no other way of getting the universal uncleanliness into them. nor did i ever succeed in getting them more than half cooked. once i offered an old woman an extra real if she would boil them a full three minutes without puncturing them. she asserted that without a hole in the end "the water could not get in to cook them," but at length solemnly promised to follow my orders implicitly. when the eggs reappeared they were as raw as ever, though somewhat warm, and each had its little punctured hole. i took the cook to task and she assured me vociferously that "they broke themselves." apparently there was some superstition connected with the matter which none dared violate. at any rate i never succeeded in being served un-holed eggs in all rural honduras. not only have these people of the wilderness next to nothing to eat, but they are too indolent to learn to cook what they have. the thick, doughy tortillas and half-boiled black beans, accompanied by black, unstrained coffee with dirty crude sugar and without milk, were not merely monotonous, but would have been fatal to civilized man of sedentary habits. only the constant toil and sweat, and the clear water of mountain stream offset somewhat the evil effects under which even a horseman would probably have succumbed. the inhabitants of the honduranean wilds are distinctly less human in their habits than the wild men of the malay peninsula. for the latter at least build floors of split bamboo above the ground. without exaggeration the people of this region were more uncleanly than their gaunt and yellow curs, for the latter carefully picked a spot to lie in while the human beings threw themselves down anywhere and nonchalantly motioned to a guest to sit down or drop his bundle among fresh offal. they literally never washed, except by accident, and handled food and filth alternately with a child-like blandness. i was just preparing to leave san juan when a woman came from a neighboring hut to request my assistance at a child-birth! in this region all "gringoes" have the reputation of being physicians, and the inhabitants will not be undeceived. i forcibly tore myself away and struck for the surrounding wilderness. from soon after noon until sunset i climbed incessantly among tumbled rocks without seeing a human being. a cold wind howled through a vast pine forest of the highest altitude of my honduranean journey--more than six thousand feet above sea-level. night fell in wild solitude, but i could only plod on, for to sleep out at this height would have been dangerous. luckily a corner of moon lighted up weirdly a moderately wide trail. i had tramped an hour or more into the night when a flickering light ahead among the trees showed what might have been a camp of bandits, but which proved to be only that of a group of muleteers, who had stacked their bales of merchandise around three sides under an ancient roof on poles and rolled up in their blankets close to the blazing wood fire they had built to the leeward of it. they gave no sign of offering me place and i marched on into the howling night. perhaps four miles beyond i made out a cluster of habitations pitched on the summit and slope of a hill leaning toward the trail with nothing above it on any side to break the raging wind. an uproar of barking dogs greeted my arrival, and it was some time before an inmate of one of the dark and silent huts summoned up courage to peer out upon me. he emerged armed with a huge stick and led the way to a miserable hovel on the hilltop, where he beat on the door and called out that an "hombrecito" sought posada. this opened at last and i entered a mud room in one end of which a fire of sticks blazed fitfully. a woman of perhaps forty, though appearing much older, as is the case with most women of honduras, lay on a wooden bed and a girl of ten huddled among rags near the fire. i asked for food and the woman ordered the girl to heat me black coffee and tortillas. the child was naked to the waist, though the bitter cold wind howled with force through the hut, the walls and especially the gables and roof of which were far from whole. the woman complained of great pain in her right leg, and knowing she would otherwise groan and howl the night through in the hope of attracting the virgin's attention, i induced her to swallow two sedative pills. the smoke made me weep as i swung my hammock from two soot-blackened rafters, but the fire soon went out and i awoke from the first doze shivering until the hut shook. the temperature was not low compared with our northern winters, but the wind carried a penetrating chill that reached the marrow of the bones. i rose and tried unsuccessfully to relight the fire. the half-naked girl proved more skilful and i sat huddled on a stool over the fire, alternately weeping with the smoke and all but falling into the blaze as i dozed. the pills had little effect on my hostess. i gave her three more, but her honduranean stomach was evidently zinc-lined and she groaned and moaned incessantly. i returned to my hammock and spent several dream-months at the north pole before i was awakened at first cockcrow by the old woman kneeling on the earth floor before a lithograph of the virgin surrounded by withered pine branches, wailing a singsong prayer. she left off at length with the information that her only hope of relief was to make a pilgrimage to the "virgen de los remedios," and ordered the girl to prepare coffee. i paid my bill of two reales and gave the girl one for herself, evidently the largest sum she had ever possessed, if indeed she remained long in possession of it after i took my hobbling and shivering departure. a cold and wind-swept hour, all stiffly up or down, brought me to esperanza, near which i saw the first wheeled vehicle of honduras, a contraption of solid wooden wheels behind gaunt little oxen identical with those of northwest spain even to the excruciating scream of its greaseless axle. in the outskirts two ragged, hoof-footed soldiers sprang up from behind the bushes of a hillside and came down upon me, waving their muskets and screaming: "a'onde va? d'onde viene? have you a pass to go through our department?" "yes, from your consul in guatemala." they did not ask to read it, perhaps for a reason, but permitted me to pass; to my relief, for the old woman had announced that smallpox was raging in her town of yamaranguila and its people were not allowed to enter esperanza. this proved to be a place of considerable size, of large huts scattered over a broad grassy plain in a sheltered valley, with perhaps five thousand inhabitants but not a touch of civilization. crowds of boys and dirty ragged soldiers followed me, grinning and throwing salacious comments as i wandered from house to house trying to buy food. at a corner of the plaza the comandante called to me from his hut. i treated him with the haughty air of a superior, with frequent reference to my "orders from the government," and he quickly subsided from patronizing insolence to humility and sent a soldier to lead me to "where food is prepared for strangers." two ancient crones, pottering about a mud stove in an open-work reed kitchen through which the mountain wind swept chillingly, half-cooked an enormous slab of veal, boiled a pot of the ubiquitous black coffee, and scraped together a bit of stale bread, or more exactly cake, for _pan dulce_ was the only species that the town afforded. a dish of tomatoes of the size of small cherries proved far more appetizing, after they had been well washed, but the astonishment with which the aged pair watched me eat them suggested that the tradition that held this fruit poison still reigns in esperanza. back once more in the comandancia i resolved to repay the soldiers scattered about town for their insolence in the one way painful to the honduranean--by making them exert themselves. displaying again my "government order," i demanded a photograph of the garrison of esperanza with the comandante, its generals, colonels, lieutenants, and all the lesser fry at the head; and an imperative command soon brought the entire force of fifty or more hurrying barefoot and startled, their ancient muskets under their arms, from the four somnolent corners of the city. i kept them maneuvering a half-hour or so, ostensibly for photographic reasons, while all the populace looked on, and the _reos_, or department prisoners in their chains, formed a languid group leaning on their shovels at the edge of the plaza waiting until their guards should be returned to them. at ten i reshouldered my stuff and marched out in a still cold, cloudy, upland day, the wondering inhabitants of esperanza staring awe-stricken after me until i disappeared from view. a few miles out i met two pure indians, carrying oranges in nets on their backs, the supporting strap across their foreheads. to my question they admitted the fruit was for sale, though it is by no means uncommon in central america for countrymen to refuse to sell on the road produce they are carrying to town for that purpose. i asked for a real's worth. luckily they misunderstood, for the price was "two hands for a medio," and as it was i had to leave lying on the grass several of the ten fine large oranges one of the aborigines had counted on his fingers and accepted a two-and-a-half cent piece for with a "muchas gracias, amigo." farther on i met scores of these short, thick-set indians, of both sexes and all ages, straining along over mountain trails for forty or fifty miles from their colonies to town each with at most a hundred and fifty oranges they would there scarcely sell for so high a price. beyond a fordable, ice-cold stream a fairly good road changed to an atrocious mountain trail in a labyrinth of tumbled pine-clad ridges and gullies, on which i soon lost my way in a drizzling rain. the single telegraph wire came to my rescue, jumping lightly from moss-grown stick to tall slender tree-trunk across vast chasms down into and out of which i had to slip and slide and stumble pantingly upward in pursuit. before dark i was delighted to fall upon a trail again, though not with its condition, for it was generally perpendicular and always thick with loose stones. a band of arrieros cooking their scanty supper under a shelter tent asserted there were houses some two leagues on, but for hours i hobbled over mountains of pure stone, my maltreated feet wincing at every step, without verifying the assertion. often the descents were so steep i had to pick each footstep carefully in the darkness, and more than one climb required the assistance of my hands. a swift stream all but swept me off my feet, and in the stony climb beyond i lost both trail and telegraph wire and, after floundering about for some time in a swamp, was forced to halt and swing my hammock between two saplings under enormous sheer cliffs that looked like great medieval castles in the night, their white faces spotted by the trees that found foothold on them. happily i had dropped well down out of the clouds that hover about esperanza and the cold mountain wind was now much tempered. the white mountain wall rising sheer from my very hips was also somewhat sheltering, though it was easy to dream of rocks being dropped from aloft upon me. i had clambered a steep and rocky three hours next morning before i came upon the first evidences of humanity, a hut on a little tableland, with all the customary appurtenances and uncleanliness. black unstrained coffee and tortillas of yellow hue gradually put strength enough in my legs to enable them to push me on through bottomless rocky barrancas, and at length, beyond the hamlet of santa maría, up one of the highest climbs of the trip to the long crest of a ridge thick with whispering pines and with splendid views of the "great depths," dense in woodland, on either side as far as the eye could reach. muleteers passed frequently, often carrying on their own backs a bundle of the santa rosa cigars with which their animals were laden. except for her soldiers, accustomed to "show off" before their fellows, every person i had met in honduras had been kindly and courteous--if dirty--and never with a hint of coveting my meager hoard. beggars seemed as unknown as robbers--perhaps from lack of initiative and energy. from esperanza on, the indian boys i met driving mules or carrying nets of oranges all folded their hands before them like a buddhist at prayer when they approached me, but instead of mumbling some request for alms, as i expected, they greeted me with an almost obsequious "adiós" and a faint smile. how the "little red schoolhouse" is lacking in this wooded mountainland! not merely was the immense majority entirely illiterate, but very few of them had even reached the stage of desiring to learn. a paucity of intelligence and initiative made all intercourse monotonously the same. the greeting was never a hearty, individual phrase of the speaker's own choosing, but always the invariable "adiós, buenos días, tardes or noche," even though i had already addressed some inquiry to them. replies to questions of distance were as stereotyped, with the diminutive _ito_ beloved of the central americans tacked on wherever possible: "larguita 'stá! a la vueltita no más! está cerquita! de día no llega! a la tardecita llega. ay no masito! a la oracióncita llega--" nothing could bring them down from these glittering generalities to a definite statement of distance, in leagues or hours, and to reach a place reported "just around the little corner" was as apt to mean a half day's tramp as that it was over the next knoll. in the _aldea_ of tutule i fell in with alberto suaza, a pleasant appearing, all but white honduranean, who had once been in the army and was now returning on horseback from some government errand. the hamlet slumbered on a slope of a little leaning valley backed by a wooded mountain ridge, all but a few of the inhabitants being engaged in coffee culture in the communal tract up over the hill when we arrived. suaza picketed his diminutive animal before the hut of a friend, in which we shared two eggs and coffee and turned in together. unfortunately i let my companion persuade me against my better judgment to lay aside my hammock and sleep on his "bed," a sun-dried ox-hide thrown on the earth floor, on my side of which, "because he was more used to hard beds than those señores gringoes," he spread most of the _colchón_ (mattress)--which consisted of two empty grainsacks. either these or the painfully thin blanket over us housed a nimble breed i had miraculously escaped thus far on the journey, robbing me of the much-needed sleep the incessant barking of a myriad of dogs, the itching of mosquito bites, the rhinoceros-like throat-noises of the family, and the rock hardness of the floor would probably otherwise have pilfered. the man of the house had stripped stark naked and, wrapping a red blanket about him, lay down on a bare wooden bed to pass the night apparently in perfect comfort. soft mortals indeed are we of civilized and upholstered lands. suaza made no protest when i paid the bill for both, and by seven we were off, he riding his tiny horse until we were out of sight of the town, then dismounting to lead it the rest of the day. he had announced himself the possessor of an immensely rich aunt on whose hacienda we should stop for "breakfast," and promised we should spend the night either in the gold mine of which she was a chief stockholder or at her home in la paz, which i gathered to be a great mansion filled with all the gleanings of that lady's many trips to europe and the states. i had long since learned the latin american's love of personal exaggeration. but suaza was above the honduranean average; he not only read with comparative ease but cleaned his finger nails, and i looked forward with some eagerness to a coming oasis of civilization in the hitherto unsoftened wilderness. it was an ideal day for tramping, cloudy yet bright, with a strong fresh wind almost too cold for sitting still and across a country green and fragrant with endless forest, and after the climb back of tutule little more than rolling. it was noon before we came upon the new mud-and-tiled house of the cattle-tender of "dear aunty's" hacienda, and though the meal we enjoyed there was savory by honduranean standards, it was not so completely parisian as i had permitted myself to anticipate. that i was allowed to pay for it proved nothing, for the employees of the wealthy frequently show no aversion to accepting personal favors. not far beyond we came out on the edge of a tableland with a splendid view of the valley of comayagua, far below, almost dead level, some ten miles wide and thirty long, deep green everywhere, with cloud shadows giving beautiful color effects across it in the jumble of green mountains with the purple tinge of distance beyond which lay tegucigalpa. at the same time there began the most laborious descent of the journey, an utterly dry mountain face pitched at an acute angle and made up completely of loose rock, down which we must pick every step and often use our hands to keep from landing with broken bones at the bottom. the new buildings of the mine were in plain sight almost directly below us from the beginning, yet we were a full two hours in zigzagging by short legs straight down the loose-stone slope to them. the american manager was absent, but in the general store of the company i had not only the pleasure of spending an hour in the first thoroughly clean building i had seen in honduras, but of speaking english, for the two negro youths in charge of the place were natives of belize, or british honduras, and were equally fluent in my own tongue or spanish, while their superiority in personal condition over the natives was a sad commentary on the boasted advantage of the republican form of government. the thirsty, rock-sown descent continued, bringing us at last with aching thighs to the level of the vast valley, more than four thousand feet below the lodging-places of the few days past. suaza mounted his horse and prepared to enter his native la paz in style. so often had kingly quarters promised me by the self-styled sons of wealth in latin america gradually degenerated to the monotonous tortilla level of general conditions that i had not been able entirely to disabuse myself of an expectation of disappointment. sure enough, where the trail broke up into a score of paths among mud huts and pig wallows, my companion paused in the dark to say: "perhaps after all it will be better to take you right to my house for to-night. one always feels freer in one's father's house. my aunt might be holding some social affair, or be sick or--but we will surely call at her mansion to-morrow, and--" "como usted quiera?" i answered, swallowing my disappointment. at least his father's house should be something above the ordinary. but to my astonishment we stopped a bit farther on in the suburbs before one of the most miserable mud hovels it had been my misfortune to run across in honduras, swarming with pigs, yellow curs, and all the multitudinous filth and disarray indigenous to the country. the coldest of welcomes greeted us, the frowsy, white-bearded father in the noisome doorway replying to the son's query of why there was no light with a crabbed: "if you want light why don't you come in the daytime?" my companion told a boy of the family to go buy a candle, and his scrawny, unkempt mother bounded out of the hut with the snarl of a miser: "what do you want a candle for?" the boy refused to go and suaza tied his horse to a bush and went in quest of one himself. i mentioned supper, hinting at my willingness to pay for anything that could be furnished, but to each article i suggested came the monotonous, indifferent honduranean answer, "no hay." after much growling and an extended quarrel with her son, the woman set on a corner of a wabbly-legged table, littered with all manner of unsavory junk, two raw eggs, punctured and warmed, a bowl of hot water and a stale slab of _pan dulce_, a cross between poor bread and worse cake. i wandered on into the town in the hope of finding some imitation of a hotel. but though the place had a population of several thousand, it was made up exclusively of mud huts only two or three of which were faintly lighted by pine-splinters. the central plaza was a barren, unlighted pasture, a hut on the corner of which was reputed to be a shop, but when i had beaten my way into it i found nothing for sale except bottles of an imitation wine at monopoly prices. in my disgust i pounded my way into every hovel that was said to be a tienda. not an edible thing was to be found. one woman claimed to have fruit for sale, and after collecting a high price for them she went out into the patio and picked a half-dozen perfectly green oranges. "but what do people eat and drink in la paz? grass and water?" i demanded. but the bedraggled population was not even amenable to crude sarcasm, and the only reply i got was a lazy, child-like: "oh, each one keeps what he needs to eat in his own house." here was a town of a size to have been a place of importance in other lands, yet even the mayor lived with his pigs on an earth floor. statistics of population have little meaning in honduras. the place recalled a cynical "gringo's" description of a similar town, "it has a hundred men, two hundred women, and , chuchos "--the generic term in central america for yellow curs of all colors. why every family houses such a swarm of these miserable beasts is hard to guess. mere apathy, no doubt, for they are never fed; nor, indeed, are the pigs that also overrun every household and live, like the dogs, on the offal of the patio or backyard that serves as place of convenience. they have at least the doubtful virtue of partly solving the sewer problem, which is not a problem to honduraneans. a tortilla or other food held carelessly is sure to be snatched by some cat, pig, or dog; a bundle left unwatched for a moment is certain to be rooted about the floor or deposited with filth. these people utterly lack any notion of improvement. a child or an animal, for instance, climbs upon the table or into a dish of food. when the point is reached at which it is unavoidable, the person nearest shouts, throws whatever is handy, or kicks at the offender; but though the same identical performance is repeated a score of times during a single meal, there is never any attempt to correct the culprit, to drive it completely off, or remove the threatened dish from the danger zone. a people inhabiting a land that might be a garden spot of the earth drift through their miserable lives in identically the same fashion as their gaunt and mangy curs. there was a great gathering of the neighboring clans in the suaza hut next morning, while my companion of the day before enlarged upon what he fancied he knew about his distinguished guest. among those who crowded the place were several men of education, in the honduranean sense,--about equal to that of a poorly trained american child in the fourth grade. but there was not one of them that did not show a monkey curiosity and irresponsibility in handling every article in my pack; my sweater--"ay qué lindo!" my papers--"how beautiful!" an extremely ordinary shirt--"how soft and fine! how costly!" and "how much did this cost?--and that?" suaza displayed my medicine-case to the open-mouthed throng--and would i give mother some pills for her colic, and would i please photograph each one of the family--and so on to the end of patience. there was no mention made of the wealthy aunt and her mansion after the day dawned. the invitation to spend a few days, "as many as you like," amid the luxuries of paris and the seven seas had tapered down to the warmed eggs and black coffee, the only real food i ate being that i had bought in a house-to-house canvass in the morning. i had distributed pills to most of the family and several neighbors and photographed them, at the request of the man of many promises, had paid his bills on the road since our meeting; while i prepared my pack, he requested me to send him six prints each of the pictures, some postals of new york, a pair of pajamas such as i carried, "and any other little things i might think he would like," including long weekly letters, and as i rose to take my leave and asked what i owed him, he replied with a bland and magnanimous smile: "you owe me nothing whatever, señor,--only to mamá," and dear mamá collected about what a first-class hotel would have for the same length of time. chapter x the city of the silver hills a monotonous wide path full of loose stones led through dry, breathless jungle across the valley floor to comayagua. the former capital of the republic had long held a place in my imagination, and the distant view of it the day before from the lofty rim of the valley backed by long blue ranges of mountains had enhanced my desire to visit the place, even though it lay somewhat off the direct route. but romance did not long survive my entrance. for the most part it was merely a larger collection of huts along badly cobbled or grass-grown streets common to all "cities" of honduras. a stub-towered, white-washed cathedral, built by the spaniards and still the main religious edifice of honduras, faced the drowsy plaza; near it were a few "houses of commerce," one-story plaster buildings before which hung a sign with the owner's name and possibly some hint of his business, generally that of hawking a few bolts of cloth, straw hats, or ancient and fly-specked cheap products from foreign parts. the town boasted a place that openly receives travelers, but its two canvas cots and its rafters were already occupied by several snobbish and gawkily dressed young natives bound from the north coast to the capital. the chief of telegraphs finally led me to the new billiard-hall, where a lawyer in a frock coat and the manners of a prime minister admitted he had an empty shop in which i could swing my hammock. when he had finished his game, he got a massive key and a candle and led the way in person to a small hut in a side street, the rafters uncomfortably high above the tile floor, on which i was fortunate to have a newspaper to spread before depositing my bundle. the lawyer took leave of me with the customary "at your orders; here you are in your own house," and marched ministerially away with the several pompous friends who had accompanied him. but a few moments later, having shaken them off, he returned to collect ten cents--one real for rent and another for the candle. it was the first lodging i had paid since leaving guatemala city. as i doubled up in my ill-hung hammock, the dull thump of a distant guitar and the explosion of a rare firecracker broke the stillness of new year's eve, while now and then there drifted to my ears the sound of a band in the main plaza that tortured the night at intervals into the small hours. comayagua by day was a lazy, silent place, chiefly barefoot, the few possessors of shoes being gaudily dressed young men whose homes were earth-floored huts. the place had the familiar central american air of trying to live with the least possible exertion; its people were a mongrel breed running all the gamut from black to near-white. there were none of the fine physical specimens common to the highlands of mexico, and the teeth were notably bad. a few of the soldiers, in blue-jean uniforms with what had once been white stripes, faded straw hats, and bare feet, were mountain indians with well-developed chests; for military service--of the catch-them-with-a-rope variety--is compulsory in honduras. but the population in general was anemic and stunted. two prisoners were at work in the streets; more properly they sat smoking cigarettes and putting a finger cautiously to their lips when i passed in silent request not to wake up their guard, who was sound asleep on his back in the shade, his musket lying across his chest. the town had one policeman, a kinky-haired youth in a white cap and a pale light gray cotton uniform, who carried a black club and wore shoes! the _cartero_, or mailman, was a barefoot boy in faded khaki and an ancient straw hat, who wandered lazily and apparently aimlessly about town with the week's correspondence in hand, reading the postals and feeling the contents of each letter with a proprietary air. the sun was brilliant and hot here in the valley, and there was an aridity that had not been suggested in the view of it from the heights above. it was no place to spend new year's, however, stiff and sore though i was from the hardships of the road, and toward lazy, silent noonday i wandered on along the trail to the modern capital, hoping that it, at least, might have real beds and a hotel, and perhaps even white inhabitants. the battered old church bells were thumping as i topped the slight rise that hid the town from view, and it was four hours later that i saw or heard the next human being, or any other evidence of his existence except a stretch of barb-wire and one lone telegraph wire sagging from one crooked stick to another. the four stony dry but flat leagues along the valley floor had brought me to san antonio, all the population of which was loafing and mildly celebrating new year's, as they would celebrate any other possible excuse not to work. here i obtained water, and new directions that led me off more toward the east and the heaped-up mountains that lay between me and tegucigalpa. on all sides spread a dry, bushy land, aching for cultivation. i had the good fortune to fall in with a river so large i was able to swim three strokes in one of its pools, and strolled with dusk into the town of flores on the edge of the first foothills of the ranges still to be surmounted. though still a lazy naked village, this one showed some hint of the far-off approach of civilization. animals were forbidden the house in which i passed the night, and its tile-floor was almost clean. this latter virtue was doubly pleasing, for the rafters above were so high that even when i had tied my hammock by the very ends of the ropes i could only climb in by mounting a chair and swinging myself up as into a trapeze; and if i must break a leg it would be some slight compensation to do so on a clean floor. how much uncleanliness this simple little -cent net had kept me up out of since the day i bought it in guatemala city! like many of the tasks of life, this one grew easier toward its termination. a moderate day's walk, not without rocky climbs and _bajadas_, but with considerable stretches of almost level going across solitary wind-cooled plains, brought me to támara. a passing company of soldiers had all but gutted the village larder, but at dusk in the last hut i got not only food but meat, and permission to swing my hammock from the blackened rafters of the reed kitchen, over the open pots and pans. incidentally, for the first time in honduras prices were quadrupled in honor of my being a foreigner. civilization indeed was approaching. half way up the wooded ridge beyond i met the sun mounting from the other side, fell in soon after with a real highway, and at eleven caught the first sight of tegucigalpa, the "city of the silver hills," capital of the sovereign and independent republic of honduras. it was no very astounding sight; merely what in other lands would have been considered a large village, a chiefly one-story place with a whitewashed church, filling only a small proportion of a somewhat barren valley surrounded by high rocky and partly wooded hills. i marched down through comayagüela in all the disreputableness of fifteen days on the trail, across the little bridge of a few arches over a shallow river which to honduraneans far and wide is one of the greatest works of man, and into the park-like little central plaza, with its huge arbor of purple bourgainvillea. the "hotel jockey club" was not all that the imagination might have pictured, but at least there was the satisfaction of knowing that any stranger in town, be he "gringo" or president-elect, famous or infamous, rich or honest, could stop nowhere else. among its luxuries was a "bath," which turned out to be a massive stone vessel in the basement with a drizzle of cold water from a faucet above that was sure to run dry about the time the victim was well soaped; its frontiersman rooms were furnished with little more than weak-kneed canvas cots, and the barefoot service of the dining-room was assisted by all the dogs, fowls, and flies of the region. but there lay two hungry weeks of central american trail behind me and for days to come i ate unquestioningly anything that came within reach of my fingers, of whatever race, color, or previous condition of servitude. just around the corner--as everything is in this miniature capital--the american legation delivered the accumulated mail of a month, and the pair of real shoes i had had the happy thought of sending to myself here months before. this bit of foresight saved me from hobbling on to the coast barefoot. i had arrived just in time to attend one of tegucigalpa's gala events, the inspection of her newly reformed police force. "it is set for three," said the legation secretary, "so come around about three-thirty." just around another corner we entered toward four the large dusty patio of a one-story building of mud blocks, against the adobe wall of which were lined up something over a hundred half-frightened, half-proud honduranean indians in brand new, dark-blue uniforms and caps, made in germany, and armed with black night-sticks and large revolvers half-hidden in immense holsters. we took the places of honor reserved for us at a bench and table under the patio veranda beside the chief of police, an american soldier of fortune named lee christmas. he was a man nearing fifty, totally devoid of all the embroidery of life, golden toothed and graying at the temples, but still hardy and of youthful vigor, of the dress and manner of a well-paid american mechanic, who sat chewing his black cigar as complacently as if he were still at his throttle on the railroad of guatemala. following the latest revolution he had reorganized what, to use his own words, had been "a bunch of barefooted apes in faded-blue cotton rags" into the solemn military company that was now to suffer its first formal inspection. the native secretary, standing a bit tremulously in the edge of the shade, called from the list in his hand first the name of christmas himself, then that of the first assistant, and his own, he himself answering "present" for each of these. next were the commanders, clerks, under-secretaries, and the like in civilian garb, each, as his name was pronounced, marching past us hat in hand and bowing profoundly. last came the policemen in uniform. as the secretary read his title and first name, each self-conscious indian stepped stiffly forth from the ranks, throwing a foot, heavy with the unaccustomed shoe, high in the air and pounding the earth in the new military style taught him by a willowy young native in civilian dress who leaned haughtily on his cane watching every movement, made a sharp-cornered journey about the sun-flooded yard and bringing up more or less in front of his dreaded chief, gave a half turn, raised the right leg to the horizontal with the grace of an aged ballet dancer long since the victim of rheumatism, brought it down against the left like the closing of a heavy trapdoor, saluted with his night-stick and huskily called out his own last name, which christmas checked off on the list before him without breaking the thread of the particular anecdote with which he chanced at that moment to be entertaining us. "i tried to get 'em to cut out this ---- ---- german monkey business of throwing their feet around," confided the chief sadly, "but it's no use, for it's in the ---- ---- military manual." judged by central american standards the force was well trained. but the poor indians and half-breeds that made up its bulk were so overwhelmed with the solemnity of the extraordinary occasion that they were even more ox-like in their clumsiness and nearer frightened apes in demeanor than in their native jungles. the quaking fear of making a mis-step caused them to keep their eyes riveted on the lips of our compatriot, from which, instead of the words of wrath they no doubt often imagined, issued some such remark as: "why ---- ---- it, w----, one of the bums i picked up along the line one day in guatemala told me the best ---- ---- yarn that--" nor could they guess that the final verdict on the great ceremony that rang forth on the awe-struck silence as the chief rose to his feet was: "well, drop around to my room in the hotel when you want to hear the rest of it. but if you see the sign on my door,' ladies only to-day,' don't knock. the chambermaid may not have finished her official visit." the climate of tegucigalpa leaves little to be desired. otherwise it is merely a large central american village of a few thousand inhabitants, with much of the indifference, uncleanliness, and ignorance of the rest of the republic. priests are numerous, wandering about smoking their cigarettes and protected from the not particularly hot sun by broad hats and umbrellas. one lonely little native sheet masquerades as a newspaper, the languid little shops, often owned by foreigners, offer a meager and ancient stock chiefly imported and all high in price; for it takes great inducement to make the natives produce anything beyond the corn and beans for their own requirements. the "national palace" is a green, clap-boarded building, housing not only the president and his little reception-room solemn with a dozen chairs in cotton shrouds, but congress, the ministry, and the "west point of honduras," the superintendent of which was a native youth who had spent a year or two at chapultepec. against it lean barefooted, anemic "soldiers" in misfit overalls, armed with musket and bayonet that overtop them in height. the main post-office of the republic is an ancient adobe hovel, in the cobwebbed recesses of which squat a few stupid fellows waiting for the mule-back mail-train to arrive that they may lock up in preparation for beginning to look over the correspondence mañana. it is not the custom to make appointments in tegucigalpa. if one resident desires the presence of another at dinner, or some less excusable function, he wanders out just before the hour set until he picks up his guest somewhere. by night the town is doubly dead. the shops put up their wooden shutters at dusk, the more energetic inhabitants wander a while about the cobbled streets, dim-lighted here and there by arc-lights, the cathedral bells jangle at intervals like suspended pieces of scrap-iron, arousing a chorus of barking dogs, and a night in which two blankets are comfortable settles down over all the mountainous, moon-flooded region. there is not even the imitation of a theater, the plaza concert on sunday evenings, in which the two sexes wander past each other in opposite directions for an hour or two, being the only fixed recreation. a man of infinite patience, or who had grown old and weary of doing, might find tegucigalpa agreeable; but it would soon pall on the man still imbued with living desires. the fitting shield of honduras would be one bearing as motto that monotonous phrase which greets the traveler most frequently along her trails, "no hay." the country is noted chiefly for what "there is not." everywhere one has the impression of watching peculiarly stupid children playing at being a republic. the nation is a large farm in size and a poorly run one in condition. the wave of "liberty" that swept over a large part of the world after the french revolution left these wayward and not over-bright inhabitants of what might be a rich and fertile land to play at governing themselves, to ape the forms of real republics, and mix them with such childish clauses as come into their infantile minds. the chief newspaper of the republic resembles a high-school periodical, concocted by particularly thick-headed students without faculty assistance or editing. a history of their childish governmental activities would fill volumes. in all the copper one-centavo coins were called in and crudely changed to two-centavo pieces by surcharging the figure and adding an s, a much smaller one-centavo coin being issued. the "government" may have made as much as $ by the transaction. not long before my arrival, the current postage-stamps, large quantities of which had been bought by foreign firms within the country, were suddenly declared worthless, and the entire accumulated correspondence for the next steamer returned to the senders, instead of at least being forwarded to destination under excess charges. foreigners established the first factory tegucigalpa had ever known, which was already employing a half-hundred of the pauperous inhabitants in the making of candles, when the "government" suddenly not only put a heavy duty on stearine but required the payment of back duty on all that had already been imported. an englishman came down from the mines of san juancito embued with the desire to start a manual-training school in the capital. he called on the mulatto president and offered his services free for a year, if the government would invest $ in equipment. the president told him to come back mañana. on that elusive day he was informed that the government had no such sum at its disposal, "i have saved up $ myself," replied the englishman, "which i will lend the government for the purpose, if it will add a like amount." but when mañana came again, the president expressed his regrets that the national treasury could not endure such a strain. the best view of tegucigalpa is had from picacho, a long ridge from back in the mountains, ending in a blunt nose almost sheer above the city. whoever climbs it recognises the reason for the native saying, "he who holds picacho sleeps in the palace." its town-side face is almost precipitous, and on every hand spread rolling, half-bare upland mountains. all but sheer below, in the lowest depression of the visible world, sits the little capital, rather compact in the center, then scattered along the little river and in the suburb of comayaguela beyond it. the dull-red tile roofs predominate, and the city is so directly below that one can see almost to the bottom of every tree-grown patio. a few buildings are of two stories, and the twin-towers of the little white cathedral stand somewhat above the general level. but most noticeable of any is the fact that all the vast broken plain surrounding it far and wide lies almost entirely uncultivated, for the most part neither cleared nor inhabited, crossed by several roads and trails, most conspicuous of all the two white ribbons by one of which i had arrived from the north and the other of which was already inviting me onward to the coast and new climes. a fellow-gringo, bound for the pacific exit on a miniature horse, packed away my baggage on his cargo mule and left me to walk unhampered. a highway some fifty feet wide and white with dust struck off uncertainly toward the southwest, a splendid highway once, built for automobiles by the combined efforts of the government and an american mining company farther up in the hills, but now suffered to fall here and there into a disrepair that made it as useless for such traffic as a mountain trail. the first day of thirty miles brought us to sabana grande, with a species of hotel. during the second, there were many down-grade short-cuts, full of loose stones and dusty dry under the ever warmer sun, with the most considerable bridge in honduras over the pasoreal river, and not a few stiff climbs to make footsore my entrance into the village of pespire. here was a house that frankly and openly displayed the sign "restaurante," in a corner of which travelers of persuasive manners might be furnished _tijeras_, scissor-legged canvas cots on which to toss out the night; for pespire is far below tegucigalpa and on the edge of the blazing tropics. for which reason we rose at three to finish the half-day of sea-level country left us. the stars hung brilliant and a half moon lighted up a way that was hot even at this hour. from sunrise on huge lizards scurried up among the wayside rocks as we passed, and sat torpid, staring at us with their lack-luster eyes. natives wearing spurs on their hoof-like bare feet rode by us now and then, and mule-trains or screaming wooden carts crawled past on their way up to the capital. all traffic between tegucigalpa and the outside world passes either over this route or the still longer trail from puerto cortez, on the north coast, from which a toy railroad limps a few miles inland before losing its courage and turning back. by daylight the fantastic ranges of the interior had disappeared and the last low foothill soon left us to plod on straight across a dust-dry sandy plain with brown withered grass and mesquite bushes, among which panted scores of cattle. honduras runs so nearly down to a point on its pacific side that the mountains of both salvador and nicaragua stood out plainly to the right and left. by sweltering ten we were swimming in the pacific before the scattered village of san lorenzo, though there was visible only a little arm of the sea shut in by low bushy islands. it was our good fortune not to have to charter by telegraph and at the expense of a honduranean fortune means of transportation to the island port of amapala; for before we could seek the shelter of our sun-faded garments a launch put in for a party that had been forming for several days past. the passengers included a shifty-eyed old priest in charge of two nuns, the rules of whose order forbade them to speak to men, and the mozo of an influential honduranean who had shot a man the night before and was taking advantage of his master's personal friendship with the judge of the district. the launch wound between bushy banks and came out at last on a rich-blue bay shut off in the far distance by several jagged black volcanic islands, toward one of which it wheezed a hot and monotonous three hours. this was "tiger's island," named evidently from the one moth-eaten specimen that had once been landed here by a passing circus. at a narrow wooden wharf of this we at length gradually tied up. ragged, barefoot soldiers stopped us to write our pedigrees, as if we were entering some new country, and addressed us in monkey signs instead of the spanish of which experience had convinced them all traveling foreigners were ignorant. amapala is a species of outdoor prison to which all travelers to or from honduras on the pacific side are sentenced for a term varying in length according to their luck, which is generally bad. those who do not sleep in the park toss out their imprisonment on a bedstead of woven ropes in a truly honduranean building that disguises itself under the name of "hotel morazán," the slatternly keeper of which treats her helpless inmates with the same consideration as any other prison warden devoid of humanity or oversight. the steamer i awaited was due before i arrived, but day after day i lay marooned on the blazing volcanic rock without a hint as to its whereabouts. not even exercise was possible, unless one cared to race up and down the sharp jagged sides of the sea-girt volcano. the place ranks high as an incubator of malignant fevers and worse ailments, and to cap the climax the ice-machine was broken down. it always is, if the testimony of generations of castaways is to be given credence. our only available pastime was to buy a soap-boxful of oysters, at the cost of a quarter, and sit in the narrow strip of shade before the "hotel" languidly opening them with the only available corkscrew, our weary gaze fixed on the blue arm of water framed by the shimmering hot hills of salvador by which tradition had it ocean craft sometimes came to the rescue. but all things have an end, even life imprisonment, and with the middle of january we awoke one morning to find a steamer anchored in the foreground of the picture that had seared itself into our memories. all day long half-naked natives' waded lazily back and forth from the beach to the clumsy tenders, exchanging the meager products of the country for ill-packed merchandise from my own. night settled down over their unfinished task, the self-same moon came out and the woven-rope cots again creaked and groaned under unwilling guests. but by noon next day we had swung our hammocks under the awning of the forecastlehead and were off along the tropical blue pacific for panama. the end ================================= university of kansas publications museum of natural history volume , no. , pp. - , pls. - , figs. -------------- october , -------------- amphibians and reptiles of the rainforests of southern el petén, guatemala by william e. duellman university of kansas lawrence university of kansas publications, museum of natural history editors: e. raymond hall, chairman, henry s. fitch, theodore h. eaton, jr. vol. , no. , pp. - , pls. - , figs. published october , university of kansas lawrence, kansas printed by jean m. neibarger, state printer topeka, kansas [illustration: printer's logo] - amphibians and reptiles of the rainforests of southern el petén, guatemala by william e. duellman contents page introduction acknowledgments description of area physiography climate vegetation gazetteer the herpetofauna of the rainforest composition of the fauna ecology of the herpetofauna relationships of the fauna accounts of species hypothetical list of species summary literature cited introduction early in an unusual opportunity arose to carry on biological field work in the midst of virgin rainforest in southern el petén, guatemala. at that time the ohio oil company of guatemala had an air strip and camp at chinajá, from which place the company was constructing a road northward through the forest. in mid-february, , j. knox jones, jr. and i flew into el petén to collect and study mammals, reptiles, and amphibians. while enjoying the comforts of the fine field camp at chinajá, we worked in the surrounding forest and availed ourselves of the opportunity to be on hand when the road crews were cutting the tall trees in the forest, thereby bringing to the ground many interesting specimens of the arboreal fauna. we stayed at chinajá until late march, with the exception of a week spent at toocog, another camp of the ohio oil company located kilometers southeast of la libertad and on the edge of the savanna. thus, at toocog we were able to work both in the forest and on the savanna. in the summer of , john wellman accompanied me to el petén for two weeks in june and july. most of our time was spent at chinajá, but a few days were spent at toocog and other localities in south-central el petén. many areas in guatemala have been studied intensively by l. c. stuart, who has published on the herpetofauna of the forested area of northeastern el petén ( ), the savannas of central el petén ( ), and the humid mountainous region to the south of el petén in alta verapaz ( and ). the area studied by me and my companions is covered with rainforest and lies to the north of the highlands of alta verapaz and to the south of the savannas of central el petén. a few specimens of amphibians and reptiles were obtained in this area in by c. l. hubbs and henry van der schalie; this collection, reported on by stuart ( ), contained only one species, _cochranella fleischmanni_, not present in our collection of species and specimens. acknowledgments i am grateful to l. c. stuart of the university of michigan, who made the initial arrangements for our work in el petén, aided me in the identification of certain specimens, and helped in the preparation of this report. j. knox jones, jr. and john wellman were able field companions, who added greatly to the number of specimens in the collection. in guatemala, clark m. shimeall and harold hoopman of the ohio oil company of guatemala made available to us the facilities of the company's camps at chinajá and toocog. alberto alcain and luis escaler welcomed us at chinajá and gave us every possible assistance. juan monteras and antonio aldaña made our stay at toocog enjoyable and profitable. during our visits to southern el petén, julio bolón c. worked for us as a collector, and between march and june he collected and saved many valuable specimens; his knowledge of the forest and its inhabitants was a great asset to our work. jorge a. ibarra, director of the museo nacional de historia natural in guatemala assisted us in obtaining necessary permits and extended other kindnesses. to all of these people i am indebted for the essential parts that they played in the completion of this study. field work in the winter of was made possible by funds from the american heart association for the purposes of collecting mammalian hearts. my field work in the summer of was supported by a grant from the graduate research fund of the university of kansas. description of the area a vast lowland region stretches northward for approximately kilometers from the highlands of guatemala to the gulf of mexico. the northern two-thirds of this low plain is bordered on three sides by seas and forms the yucatán peninsula. the lowlands at the base of the yucatán peninsula make up the departamento el petén of guatemala. the area with which this report is concerned consists of the south-central part of el petén. physiography immediately south of chinajá is a range of hills, the serrania de chinajá, having an almost due east-west axis and a crest of about meters above sea level. south of the serrania de chinajá are succeedingly higher ridges building up to the meseta de cobán and sierra de pocolha and eventually to the main guatemalan highlands. the northern face of the serrania de chinajá is a fault scarp dropping abruptly from about meters at the crest to about meters at the base. from the base of the serrania de chinajá northward to the río de la pasión at sayaxché the terrain is gently rolling and has a total relief of about meters. north of the río de la pasión is a low dome reaching an elevation of meters at la libertad; see stuart ( : ) for further discussion of the physiography of central el petén. the rocks in southern el petén are predominately miocene marine limestones; there are occasional pockets of pliocene deposits. there is little evidence of subterranean solution at chinajá, but northward in central el petén karsting is common. the upper few inches of soil is humus rich in organic matter; below this is clay. climate the climate of el petén is tropical with equable temperatures throughout the year. temperatures at chinajá varied between a night-time low of ° f. and a daytime high of ° f. during the time of our visits. in the köppen system of classification the climate at chinajá and toocog is af. rain falls throughout the year, but there is a noticeable dry season. to anyone who has traveled from south to north in el petén and the yucatán peninsula, it is obvious from the changes in vegetation that there is a decrease in rainfall from south to north. there is a noticeable difference between chinajá and toocog. although rainfall data are not available for chinajá and toocog, there are records for nearby stations (sapper, ). at paso caballos on the río san pedro about kilometers northwest of toocog the average annual rainfall amounts to mm.; the driest month is march ( mm.), and the wettest months are june ( mm.) and september ( mm.). at cubilquitz, alta verapaz, about kilometers south-southwest of chinajá and at an elevation of meters, the average annual rainfall is mm.; the driest month is march ( mm.), and the wettest months are july ( mm.) and october ( mm.). during the days in february and march, , that we kept records on the weather at chinajá moderate to heavy showers occurred on seven days. during our stay there in june and july rain fell every day, as it did in toocog. however, during the week spent at toocog in march no rain fell. vegetation the vegetation of northern and central el petén has been studied by lundell ( ), who made only passing remarks concerning the plants of the southern part of el petén. no floristic studies have been made there. the following remarks are necessarily brief and are intended only to give the reader a general picture of the forest. i have included names of a few of the commoner trees that i recognized. chinajá is located in a vast expanse of unbroken rainforest. in this forest there is a noticeable stratification of the vegetation. three strata are apparent; in the uppermost layer the tops of the trees are from to meters above the ground. the spreading crowns of the trees and the interlacing vines form a nearly continuous canopy over the lower layers. among the common trees in the upper stratum are _calophyllum brasiliense_, _castilla elastica_, _cedrela mexicana_, _ceiba pentandra_, _didalium guianense_, _ficus_ sp., _sideroxylon lundelli_, _swietenia macrophylla_, and _vitex_ sp. (pl. , fig. ). the middle layer of trees have crowns about meters above the ground; these trees in some places where the upper canopy is missing form the tallest trees in the forest. this is especially true on steep hillsides. common trees in the middle layer include _achras zapote_, _bombax ellipticum_, _cecropia mexicana_, _orbignya cohune_, and _sabal_ sp. the lowermost layer reaches a height of about meters; in many places in the forest this layer is absent. common trees in the lower stratum include _crysophila argentea_, _cymbopetalum penduliflorum_, _casearia_ sp., and _hasseltia dioica_. the ground cover is sparce; apparently only a few small herbs and ferns live on the heavily shaded forest floor. important herpetological habitats include the leaf litter, rotting stumps, and rotting tree trunks on the forest floor and the buttresses of many of the gigantic trees, especially _ceiba pentandra_ (pl. ). epiphytes, especially various kinds of bromeliads, are common. most frequently these are in the trees in the upper and middle strata. at toocog there is sharp break between savanna and forest (pl. , fig. ). the forest is noticeably drier and more open than at chinajá (pl. ). the crowns of the trees are lower, and there is no nearly continuous canopy between and meters above the ground. although _swietenia macrophylla_ and other large trees occur, they are less common than at chinajá. especially common at toocog are _achras zapote_, _brosimum alicastrum_, and various species of _ficus_. gazetteer the localities from which specimens were obtained are cited below and shown on the accompanying map (fig. ). [illustration: fig. . map of el petén, guatemala, showing localities mentioned in text.] chinajá.--lat. ° ´, long. ° ´, elev. m. camp of the ohio oil company of guatemala and formerly a small settlement. on some maps chinajá is located just to the north of the alta verapaz--el petén boundary; recent surveys place the location just to the south of the imaginary line through the rainforest. field work was conducted in the immediate vicinity of the camp, on the lower slopes of the serrania de chinajá, and at several sites to the northwest and north-northwest of chinajá, where the forest was being cleared. the entire area supports rainforest. la libertad.--lat. ° ´, long. ° ´, elev., m. a town on the savannas in central el petén; although we collected there in the rainy season, the specimens obtained on the savannas are not included in this report. paso subín.--lat. ° ´, long. ° ´, elev. m. a small settlement on the río subín, a tributary of the río de la pasión. specimens were obtained in rainforest in the immediate vicinity of the settlement. río de la pasión.--a large river flowing northward through southern el petén and thence westward into the río usumacinta. specimens were obtained along the river between the río subín and sayaxché. río san román.--a river flowing northward in south-central el petén to the río salinas (usumacinta). we collected along the river at a place about kilometers north-northwest of chinajá, approximately at lat. ° ´, long. ° ´, elev. m. in the dry season the river was clear; it is surrounded by rainforest. sayaxché.--lat. ° ´, long. ° ´, elev. m. a town on the southern bank of the río de la pasión. specimens were obtained in the rainforest and in cleared areas in the immediate vicinity of the town. toocog (formerly sojío).--lat. ° ´, long. ° ´, elev. m. a camp of the ohio oil company of guatemala located at the rainforest-savanna edge, kilometers southeast of la libertad. although we collected on the savannas as well as in the forest, especially to the east of the camp, only species obtained in the forest are considered in this report. the herpetofauna of the rainforest in presenting an account of the herpetofauna of southern el petén three items need to be considered: ( ) the composition of the fauna; ( ) the ecology of the fauna; ( ) the relationships of the fauna. each of these topics is discussed briefly below. logically a discussion of the origin of the fauna should follow, but this is being withheld for inclusion in a report on the herpetofauna of the entire el petén by l. c. stuart and the author; at that time the above topics will be expanded to cover the herpetofauna of the whole region. composition of the fauna table .--composition of the herpetofauna in southern el petÉn, guatemala. =============+============+============+============ group | families | genera | species -------------+------------+------------+------------ gymnophiona | ( )[a] | ( ) | ( ) caudata | | | salientia | | ( ) | ( ) crocodilia | | | testudines | | | sauria | | ( ) | ( ) serpentes | | ( ) | ( ) +------------+------------+------------ total | ( ) | ( ) | ( ) -------------+------------+------------+------------ [footnote a: numbers in parenthesis indicate the number of additional taxa that probably occur.] a total of species of amphibians and reptiles has been found in the rainforests in southern el petén; a break down into families and genera is given in table . another species probably occur in southern el petén (see hypothetical list of species). the fauna primarily is composed of typical humid lowland forest inhabitants, such as: _hyla ebraccata_ _hyla loquax_ _phyllomedusa callidryas taylori_ _smilisca phaeota cyanosticta_ _anolis biporcatus_ _anolis capito_ _anolis humilis uniformis_ _eumeces sumichrasti_ _ameiva festiva edwardsi_ _imantodes cenchoa leucomelas_ _leptophis ahaetulla praestans_ _xenodon rabdocephalus mexicanus_ _bothrops nasutus_ _bothrops schlegeli schlegeli_ nevertheless, the region also provides at least a limited amount of habitat suitable for some species that are more frequently found in open forest of a drier nature; such species include: _hyla microcephala martini_ _hyla staufferi_ _hypopachus cuneus nigroreticulatus_ _anolis sericeus sericeus_ _eumeces schwartzei_ _oxybelis aeneus aeneus_ because of the absence of sufficiently open habitat or owing to the presence of competitors, some conspicuous members of sub-humid forests are not present in southern el petén. conspicuous absentees are the following: _rhinophrynus dorsalis_ _phrynohyas spilomma_ _triprion petasatus_ _anolis tropidonotus_ _ctenosaura similis_ _ameiva undulata_ _cnemidophorus angusticeps_ _conophis lineatus_ _masticophis mentovarius mentovarius_ plate [illustration: fig. . edge of rainforest along airstrip at chinajá, el petén, guatemala.] [illustration: fig. . rainforest at edge of savanna at toocog, el petén, guatemala.] plate [illustration: interior of rainforest at chinajá. notice size of buttresses on large tree (_ceiba pentandra_).] plate [illustration: interior of rainforest at toocog. notice less dense vegetation as compared with pl. .] plate [illustration: fig. . rainforest along río san román, kilometers north-northwest of chinajá.] [illustration: fig. . rain pond in forest at toocog. this was a breeding site for six species of frogs.] ecology of the herpetofauna our two visits to chinajá and toocog afforded the opportunity to gather data on the ecology of the rainforests of southern el petén and to study the relationships between the environment and members of the herpetofauna. tropical rainforests present the optimum conditions for life, and it is in this environment that life reaches its greatest diversity. here, too, biological inter-relationships are most complex. this complexity is illustrated by the presence of many species of some genera, all of which are found together in the same geographic region. in the rainforests of southern el petén there are six species of _anolis_, five of _hyla_, four of _bothrops_, and three of _coniophanes_. obviously, the diversity of ecological niches in the rainforest is sufficient to support a variety of related species. of the examples mentioned above, fairly adequate ecological data were obtained for most of the species of _anolis_, which will be used to show the ecological diversity and vertical stratification of sympatric species in the rainforests. of the six species of _anolis_, all except _a. sericeus_ are typically found in humid forests. _anolis sericeus sericeus_ is poorly represented in the collections from southern el petén, where it may be in competition with _anolis limifrons rodriguezi_ that resembles _anolis s. sericeus_ in size, coloration, and habits. therefore, _anolis sericeus sericeus_ is excluded from the following discussion. the common terrestrial species is _anolis humilis uniformis_; sometimes this small species perches or suns on the bases of small trees or buttresses of some large trees. when disturbed it takes to the ground and seeks cover in the leaf litter or beneath logs or palm fronds. _anolis lemurinus bourgeaei_ is about twice the size of _anolis humilis uniformis_ and is usually observed on buttresses of large trees or on the lower two meters of tree trunks. individuals were seen foraging on the ground along with _anolis humilis uniformis_. at no time were _anolis lemurinus bourgeaei_ observed to ascend the trunks of large trees; they always took refuge near the bases of trees. _anolis limifrons rodriguezi_ is found on the stems and branches of bushes. it is a small species that sometimes is observed on the ground but was never seen ascending large trees. _anolis capito_ is about the same size as _anolis lemurinus bourgeaei_ and lives on the trunks of large trees. in the tops of the trees lives a large green species, _anolis biporcatus_. similar segregation habitatwise can be demonstrated for other members of the herpetofauna. the avoidance of interspecific competition in feeding is well illustrated by three species of snakes that probably are the primary ophidian predators on frogs. _drymobius margaritiferus margaritiferus_ is diurnal and terrestrial; it feeds on frogs at the edges of breeding ponds by day. also during the day _leptophis mexicanus mexicanus_ feeds on frogs in bushes and trees. at night the activities of both of these species is replaced by those of _leptodeira septentrionalis polysticta_, which not only feeds on the frogs in the trees and bushes, but descends to the ground and even enters the water in search of food. from the examples discussed above, the importance of the three dimensional aspect of the rainforest is apparent. the presence of a large and diverse habitat above the ground is of great significance in the rainforest, for of the non-aquatic components of the herpetofauna in the rainforests of southern el petén, per cent of the species spend at least part of their lives in the bushes and trees. another important part of the forest is the subterranean level--the rich mulch, underground tunnels, and rotting subterranean vegetation. of the species of amphibians and reptiles in southern el petén, seven are primarily fossorial, and half-a-dozen others are secondarily fossorial. probably the fossorial members of the fauna are the least well represented in the collection, for such widespread species as _dermophis mexicanus mexicanus_, _rhadinaea decorata decorata_ and _tantilla schistosa schistosa_ were expected, but not found. in the following discussion of the ecological distribution of amphibians and reptiles in the rainforest i have depended chiefly on my observations made in southern el petén, but have taken into consideration observations made on the same species in other regions, together with reports from other workers. the reader should keep in mind that the evidence varies from species to species. of some species i have observed only one animal in the field; of others, i have seen scores and sometimes hundreds of individuals. for species on which i have few observations or rather inconclusive evidence, the circumstance of inadequate data is mentioned. in analyzing the ecological distribution within the forest, it is convenient to recognize five subdivisions (habitats); each is treated below as a unit. . aquatic.--this habitat includes permanent streams and rivers (pl. , fig. ), some of which are clear and others muddy. in the rainy season temporary ponds form in depressions on the forest floor (pl. , fig. ); these are important as breeding sites for many species of amphibians. aquatic members of the herpetofauna are here considered to be those species that either spend the greatest part of their lives in the water or usually retreat to water for shelter. seven species of turtles and one crocodilian are aquatic. of these, _dermatemys mawi_, _staurotypus triporcatus_, and _pseudemys scripta ornata_ inhabit clear water, whereas _chelydra rossignoni_, _claudius angustatus_, _kinosternon acutum_, and _k. leucostomum_ inhabit muddy water. _crocodylus moreleti_ apparently inhabits both clear and muddy water, for in the dry season it lives along the clear rivers, but in the rainy season inhabits flooded areas in the forest as well. . aquatic margin.--extensive marshes were lacking in the part of southern el petén that i visited; consequently, the aquatic margin habitat is there limited to the edges of rivers and borders of temporary ponds. _bufo marinus_, _rana palmipes_, and _rana pipiens_ are characteristic inhabitants of the aquatic margin, although in the rainy reason _bufo marinus_ often is found away from water. observations indicate that _tretanorhinus nigroluteus lateralis_ inhabits the margins of ponds and streams and actually spends considerable time in the water. although _iguana iguana rhinolopha_ is arboreal, it lives in trees along rivers, into which it plunges upon being disturbed. species included in this category are those that customarily spend most of their lives at the edge of permanent water. frogs and toads that migrate to the water for breeding and the snakes that prey on the frogs at that time are not assigned to the aquatic-margin habitat. . fossorial.--characteristic inhabitants of the mulch on the forest floor are _bolitoglossa moreleti mulleri_, _lepidophyma flavimaculatum flavimaculatum_, _scincella cherriei cherriei_, _ninia sebae sebae_, _pliocercus euryzonus aequalis_, and _micrurus affinis apiatus_. other species of snakes that spend most of their lives above ground often forage in the mulch layer; among these are _coniophanes bipunctatus biserialis_, _coniophanes fissidens fissidens_, _coniophanes imperialis clavatus_, _lampropeltis doliata polyzona_, and _stenorrhina degenhardti_. among the amphibians, at least _hypopachus cuneus nigroreticulatus_, _eleutherodactylus rostralis_, and _syrrhophus leprus_ are known to seek shelter in the mulch. . terrestrial.--one turtle, _geoemyda areolata_, is primarily terrestrial. among the lizards, conspicuous terrestrial species are _anolis humilis uniformis_ and _ameiva festiva edwardsi_; _anolis lemurinus bourgeaei_ and _basiliscus vittatus_ spend part of their lives on the ground, but also live on trees and in bushes. _eumeces schwartzei_ and _e. sumichrasti_ apparently are terrestrial. the only terrestrial lizard that is nocturnal is _coleonyx elegans elegans_, which by day hides in the leaf litter or below ground. nocturnal amphibians that are terrestrial include _bufo marinus_, _bufo valliceps valliceps_, _eleutherodactylus rugulosus rugulosus_, _syrrhophus leprus_, and _hypopachus cuneus nigroreticulatus_. a large number of active diurnal snakes are terrestrial; these include _boa constrictor imperator_, _clelia clelia clelia_, _dryadophis melanolomus laevis_, _drymarchon corais melanurus_, _drymobius margaritiferus margaritiferus_, _pseustes poecilonotus poecilonotus_, and _spilotes pullatus mexicanus_. nocturnal terrestrial snakes include three kinds of _bothrops_ (_b. atrox asper_, _b. nasutus_, and _b. nummifer nummifer_), all of which seem to be equally active by day. . arboreal.--in this habitat the third dimension (height) of the rainforest probably is the most complex insofar as the inter-relationships of species and ecological niches are concerned. i have attempted to categorize species as to microhabitats within the arboreal habitat; in so doing, i recognize four subdivisions--bushes, tree trunks, tree tops, and epiphytes. bush inhabitants include several species of lizards and snakes, all of which have rather elongate, slender bodies, and long tails. common bush-inhabitants in southern el petén are _anolis limifrons rodriguezi_, _basiliscus vittatus_, _laemanctus deborrei_, _leptophis mexicanus mexicanus_, and _oxybelis aeneus aeneus_. all of these are diurnal, and all but _laemanctus_ have been observed sleeping on bushes at night. tree-trunk inhabitants include five species of lizards. _thecadactylus rapicaudus_ lives on the trunks of large trees; _sphaerodactylus lineolatus_ lives beneath the bark on dead trees and on corozo palms. _anolis lemurinus bourgeaei_ lives on the bases and buttresses of large trees, from which it often descends to the ground. _corythophanes cristatus_ and _anolis capito_ were found only on tree trunks and large vines. the least information is available for the species living in the tree tops. the following species were obtained from tops of trees when they were felled, or have been observed living in the tree tops: _anolis biporcatus_, _iguana iguana rhinolopha_, _celestus rozellae_, _leptodeira septentrionalis polysticta_, _leptophis ahaetulla praestans_, _sibon dimidiata dimidiata_, and _sibon nebulata nebulata_. epiphytes, especially the bromeliads, provide refuge for a variety of tree frogs and small snakes. of the tree frogs, _hyla picta_, _hyla staufferi_, _phyllomedusa callidryas taylori_, _similisca baudini_, and _similisca phaeota cyanosticta_ have been found in bromeliads; other species probably occur there. among the snakes, _imantodes cenchoa leucomelas_, _leptodeira frenata malleisi_, _leptodeira septentrionalis polysticta_, _sibon dimidiata dimidiata_, and _sibon nebulata nebulata_ are frequent inhabitants of bromeliads; all of these snakes are nocturnal. relationships of the fauna most of the species of amphibians and reptiles definitely known from the rainforest in southern el petén have extensive ranges in the atlantic lowlands of southern méxico and central america; many extend into south america. sixty-two ( %) of the species belong to this group having extensive ranges in middle america. three species (_syrrhophus leprus_, _leptodeira frenata_, and _kinosternon acutum_) are at the southern limits of their distributions in southern el petén and northern alta verapaz, whereas _eleutherodactylus rostralis_ and _thecadactylus rapicaudus_ are at the northern and western limits of their distributions in el petén. nine ( %) species have the center of their distributions in el petén and the yucatán peninsula; representatives of this group include _claudius angustatus_, _dermatemys mawi_, _laemanctus deborrei_, and _eumeces schwartzei_. in determining a measure of faunal resemblance, i have departed from the formulae discussed by simpson ( ) and have analyzed the degree of resemblance by the following formula used to calculate an index of faunal relationships: c ( ) / (n_{ } + n_{ }) = r, where c = species common to both faunas. n_{ } = number of species in the first fauna. n_{ } = number of species in the second fauna. r = degree of relationships (when r = . , the faunas are identical; when r = , the faunas are completely different). the herpetofauna of southern el petén has been compared with that in the tikal-uaxactún area (stuart, ), that in the humid lowlands of alta verapaz (stuart, , plus additional data), and that in the mexican state of yucatán (smith and taylor, , , and ). the herpetofaunas of lowland alta verapaz and yucatán are the largest, having respectively and species, where as there are species known from southern el petén and from the tikal-uaxactún area. an analysis of faunal relationships (table ) shows that the faunas of the rainforests of southern el petén and lowland alta verapaz are closely related. the relationships between these two areas and the tikal-uaxactún area in northern el petén is notably less. apparently the biggest faunal changes take place between southern el petén and the tikal-uaxactún area, and between the latter and yucatán. as stated by stuart ( : ) the tikal-uaxactún is transitional between the humid rainforests to the south and the dry outer end of the yucatán peninsula. the transitional nature of the environment is exemplified by a rather depauperate herpetofauna consisting of some species of both dry and humid environments and lacking a large fauna typical of either. contrariwise, the continuity of the environment from southern el petén to the lowlands of alta verapaz is reflected in degree of resemblance of the herpetofaunas. table .--index of faunal relationships between southern el petÉn and other regions. ======================+==========+==========+==========+========== | lowland | southern | tikal- | | alta | el | uaxactún | yucatán | verapaz | petén | area | ----------------------+----------+----------+----------+---------- lowland alta verapaz | | . | . | . ----------------------+----------+----------+----------+---------- southern el petén | . | | . | . ----------------------+----------+----------+----------+---------- tikal-uaxactún area | . | . | | . ----------------------+----------+----------+----------+---------- yucatán | . | . | . | ----------------------+----------+----------+----------+---------- most of the species of amphibians and reptiles found in southern el petén are found in humid tropical forests from the isthmus of tehuantepec southeastward on the atlantic lowlands well into central america. accounts of species in the following pages various aspects of the occurrence, life histories, ecology, and variation of the species of amphibians and reptiles known from southern el petén are discussed. only _cochranella fleischmanni_ reported by stuart ( ) from río subín at santa teresa was not collected by us and is excluded. because more worthwhile information was gathered for some species than others, the length and completeness of the accounts vary. all specimens listed are in the museum of natural history at the university of kansas, to which institution all catalog numbers refer. preceding the discussion of each species is an alphabetical list of localities from which specimens were obtained; numbers after a locality indicate the number of specimens obtained at each locality. =bolitoglossa dofleini= (werner) chinajá, . an adult female having minute ovarian eggs has a snout-vent length of mm., a tail length of mm., costal grooves, two intercostal spaces between adpressed toes, - vomerine teeth in irregular rows forming a broad arch from a point posterolaterad to the internal nares to a point near the anterior edge of the parasphenoid teeth, and - maxilliary-premaxillary teeth. in life the dorsum was rusty brown with irregular black and orange spots and streaks. the flanks were bluish gray with black in the costal grooves and creamy tan flecks along the ventral edge of the flank. the belly and underside of the tail were yellowish tan with dark brown spots laterally. the limbs were orange proximally and black distally; the pads of the feet were bluish black. the dorsal and lateral surfaces of the tail were yellowish orange with black spots. the iris was grayish yellow. stuart ( : ) reported this species from finca volcán, alta verapaz. he diagnosed his specimens as having costal grooves and two or three intercostal spaces between adpressed toes. he stated that the vomerine teeth were about in number and that in life the dorsum was mottled gray and black, the sides gray and brown, and the undersurfaces uniformly dark gray. these specimens differ noticeably from the individual from chinajá in the number of vomerine teeth and in coloration. in august, , i obtained a specimen of _bolitoglossa dofleini_ at finca los alpes, alta verapaz, approximately kilometers airline south-southwest of finca volcán and at approximately the same elevation. although the salamander was dead when found, it obviously was more heavily pigmented than the individual from chinajá. the belly was bluish gray with black spots laterally; the dorsum was dull brownish gray with some brownish red streaks. the specimen is a female having small ovarian eggs, a snout-vent length of mm., costal grooves, and two intercostal spaces between adpressed limbs. there are - vomerine teeth, more than twice as many as in specimens from finca volcán (stuart, : ), but noticeably fewer than in the specimen from chinajá. the presence of this species at chinajá lends support to the idea that the specimen from the río de la pasión listed by brocchi ( : ) also is _bolitoglossa dofleini_. furthermore, the confirmed presence of this species in the lowlands of el petén suggests that there may be genetic connection between _b. dofleini_ in the alta verapaz and _b. yucatana_ in the yucatán peninsula. _bolitoglossa yucatana_ differs from _b. dofleini_ in having five intercostal spaces between adpressed toes and in having a different color pattern. both are robust species having no close relationships to other species of _bolitoglossa_ in northern central america. the specimen from chinajá was found in water in the axil of a large elephant-ear plant (_xanthosoma_) by day in march. its stomach contained fragments of beetles and a large roach. the natives did not know salamanders and had no name for them. =bolitoglossa moreleti mulleri= (brocchi) chinajá, ; río san román, . one specimen is a female having a snout-vent length of mm., a tail length of mm., and a total length of mm. it contains large eggs, the largest of which has a diameter of about three millimeters. this specimen has costal grooves, four intercostal spaces between adpressed toes, and - vomerine teeth. a juvenile having a snout-vent length of mm. and a tail length of mm. has costal grooves, three intercostal spaces between adpressed toes, and - vomerine teeth. in life these salamanders were uniformly dull brownish black above with a dull creamy yellow irregular dorsal stripe beginning on the occiput and continuing onto the tail. there are no yellow or orange streaks or flecks on the head or limbs. the specimen from the río san román was taken from the stomach of a _pliocercus euryzonus aequalis_ and has not been studied in detail, because of its poor condition. the present specimens show no tendency for the development of a broad irregular dorsal band that encloses black spots or forms irregular dorsolateral stripes, as is characteristic of _b. moreleti mexicanus_, a subspecies that has been reported from la libertad (stuart, : ) and piedras negras (taylor and smith, : ) in el petén, and from xunantunich, british honduras (neill and allen, : ). schmidt ( : ) and stuart ( : ) found _b. moreleti mulleri_ in bromeliads at finca samac, alta verapaz. taylor and smith's ( : ) and neill and allen's ( : ) specimens of _b. moreleti mexicanus_ were obtained from bromeliads, but neill and allen (_loc. cit._) stated that the natives in british honduras said that they had found salamanders beneath rubbish on the forest floor. my specimens were obtained from beneath logs on the forest floor in the rainy season. possibly in drier environments the species characteristically inhabits bromeliads, at least in the dry season. =bufo marinus= (linnaeus) chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, . during both visits to chinajá this large toad was breeding in a small permanent pond in the camp. during the day the toads took refuge in crevices beneath the buildings or beneath large boulders by the pond. at dusk from four to ten males congregated at the pond and called. tadpoles of this species were in the pond in march and in july. one juvenile was found beneath a rock in the forest, and another was on the forest floor by day. the natives' name for this species and the following one is _sapo_. =bufo valliceps valliceps= wiegmann chinajá, ; río san román, ; sayaxché, ; toocog, . this is one of the most abundant, or at least conspicuous, amphibians inhabiting the forest. breeding congregations were found on february , march , march , and june . at these times the toads were congregated at temporary ponds in the forest or along small sluggish streams. throughout the duration of both visits to chinajá individual males called almost nightly at the permanent pond at the camp. the variation in snout-vent length of males selected at random is . to . mm. (average, . mm.). two adult females have snout-vent lengths of . and . mm. in all specimens the parotid glands are somewhat elongated and not rounded as in _bufo valliceps wilsoni_ (see baylor and stuart, : ). my observations on the condition of the cranial crests of the toads in el petén agree with the findings of baylor and stuart (_op. cit._: ) in that hypertrophied crests are usual in large females. in the shape of the parotids and nature of the cranial crests the specimens from el petén are like those from the isthmus of tehuantepec in méxico. as i pointed out ( : ), the validity of the subspecies _bufo valliceps macrocristatus_, described from northern chiapas by firschein and smith ( : ) and supposedly characterized by hypertrophied cranial crests, is highly doubtful. in the toads from el petén the greatest variation is in coloration. the dorsal ground-color varies from orange and rusty tan to brown, yellowish tan, and pale gray. in some individuals the flanks and dorsum are one continuous color, whereas in others a distinct dorsolateral pale colored band separates the dorsal color from dark brown flanks. in some individuals the venter is uniform cream color, in others it bears a few scattered black spots, and in still others there are many spots, some of which are fused to form a black blotch on the chest. in breeding males the vocal sac is orange tan. all specimens have a coppery red iris. aside from the breeding congregations, active toads were found on the forest floor at night; a few were there by day. some individuals were beneath logs during the day. =eleutherodactylus rostralis= (werner) chinajá, . because of the multiplicity of names and the variation in coloration, the small terrestrial _eleutherodactylus_ in southern méxico and northern central america are in a state of taxonomic confusion. stuart ( : , : , and : ) referred specimens from el petén to _eleutherodactylus rhodopis_ (cope). stuart ( b: ) described _eleutherodactylus anzuetoi_ from alta verapaz and el quiché, guatemala, suggested that the new species was an upland relative of _eleutherodactylus rostralis_ (werner), and used that name for the frogs that he earlier had referred to _eleutherodactylus rhodopis_. dunn and emlen ( : ) placed _e. rostralis_ in the synonymy of _e. gollmeri_ (peters). examination of series of these frogs from southern méxico, guatemala, and costa rica causes me to think that there are four species; these can be distinguished as follows: _e. rhodopis._--no web between toes; one tarsal tubercle; tibiotarsal articulation reaches to nostril; iris bronze in life. _e. anzuetoi._--no web between toes; a row of tarsal tubercles; tibiotarsal articulation reaches to tip of snout; color of iris unknown. _e. rostralis._--a vestige of web between toes; no tarsal tubercles; tibiotarsal articulation reaches snout or slightly beyond; iris coppery red in life. _e. gollmeri._--a vestige of web between toes; no tarsal tubercles; tibiotarsal articulation reaches well beyond snout; iris coppery red in life. the presence of webbing between the toes, the absence of tarsal tubercles, and the coppery red iris distinguish _e. rostralis_ and _e. gollmeri_ from the other species. probably _e. rostralis_ and _e. gollmeri_ are conspecific, but additional specimens are needed from nicaragua and honduras to prove conspecificity. on the other hand, the characters of the frogs from chinajá clearly show that they are related to _e. gollmeri_ to the south and not to _e. rhodopis_ to the north in méxico. at chinajá, _eleutherodactylus rostralis_ was more abundant than the few specimens indicate, for upon being approached the frogs moved quickly and erratically, soon disappearing in the leaf litter on the forest floor. most of the specimens were seen actively moving on the forest floor in the daytime; one was found beneath a rock, and one was on the forest floor at night. =eleutherodactylus rugulosus rugulosus= (cope) chinajá, ; km. nw of chinajá, . these frogs were found on the forest floor by day. with the exception of one female having a snout-vent length of . mm., all are juveniles. the apparent rarity of this species at chinajá may be due to the absence of rocky streams, a favorite habitat of this frog. the local name for this frog is _sapito_, meaning little toad. =leptodactylus labialis= (cope) toocog, . one juvenile having a snout-vent length of . mm. was found at night beside a pond in the forest. the scarcity of the species of _leptodactylus_ in the southern part of el petén probably is due to the lack of permanent marshy ponds. =leptodactylus melanonotus= (hallowell) sayaxché, . one individual was found beneath a rock beside a stream in the forest. the local name is _ranita_, meaning little frog. =syrrhophus leprus= cope chinajá, ; km nw of chinajá, . an adult female having a snout-vent length of . mm. was found on the forest floor by day. two juveniles having snout-vent lengths of . and . mm. were beneath rocks on the forest floor. the specimens are typical of the species as defined by duellman ( : ). =hyla ebraccata= cope toocog, . this small tree frog congregated in large numbers at a forest pond at toocog. between june and july we collected specimens and observed the breeding habits of this and other species at the pond. calling males were distributed around the pond, where they called from low herbaceous vegetation at the edge of the pond or from plants rising above the water. calling commenced at dusk and continued at least into the early hours of the morning. on one occasion a female was observed at a distance of about centimeters away from a calling male sitting on a blade of grass. the female climbed another blade of grass until she was about eight centimeters away from the male, at which time he saw her, stopped calling, jumped to the blade of grass on which she was sitting and clasped her. clasping pairs were observed on blades of grass and leaves of plants above the water; most pairs were less than centimeters above the surface of the pond. the eggs are deposited on the dorsal surfaces of leaves above the water. all eggs are in one plane (a single layer) on the leaf. external membranes are barely visible, as the eggs consist of a single coherent mass. eggs in the yolk plug stage have diameters of . to . mm. seventeen eggs masses were found; these contained from to (average ) eggs. the jelly is extremely viscous and tacky to the touch. at time of hatching the jelly becomes less viscous; the tadpoles wriggle until they reach the edge of the leaf and drop into the water. eleven tadpoles were preserved as they hatched; these have total lengths of . to . (average . ) mm. hatchling tadpoles are active swimmers and have only a small amount of yolk. the largest tadpoles preserved have total lengths of . and . mm. at this size distinctive sword-tail and bright coloration have developed. [illustration: fig. . tadpole of _hyla ebraccata_ (ku ) from toocog, el petén, guatemala. × .] description of fully developed tadpole (ku ): total length, . mm.; tail-length, . mm., per cent of total length. snout, in dorsal view, bluntly rounded; in lateral view less bluntly rounded; body depressed; head flattened; mouth terminal; eye large, its diameter per cent of length of body; nostrils near tip of snout and directed anteriorly; spiracle sinistral and situated postero-ventrad to eye; cloaca median. tail-fin thrice depth of tail-musculature, which extends beyond posterior end of tail-fin giving sword-tail appearance (fig. ). in life, black stripe on each side of body and on top of head; black band on anterior part of tail and another on the posterior part; body and anterior part of tail creamy yellow; dark red band between black bands on tail. mouth terminal, small, its width about one-fifth width of body; fleshy ridge dorsally and ventrally; row of small papillae on ventral lip; no lateral indentations of lips; upper beak massive, convex, and finely serrate; lower beak small and mostly concealed behind upper; no teeth (fig. ). [illustration: fig. . mouthparts of larval _hyla ebraccata_ (ku ) from toocog, el petén, guatemala. × .] =hyla loquax= gaige and stuart toocog, . these specimens were found at night when they were calling from low vegetation in a forest pond. most of the frogs were several meters away from the edge of the pond. although two clasping pairs were found, we obtained no eggs or tadpoles referable to this species. =hyla microcephala martini= smith chinajá, ; toocog, . the specimen from chinajá was calling from a small bush at the edge of a temporary grassy pond in a clearing in the forest. at toocog this species was closely associated with _hyla ebraccata_; males were calling from herbaceous vegetation in and around the forest pond. these frogs were not so abundant in the forest at toocog as they were around ponds on the savanna at la libertad. =hyla picta= (günther) toocog, . this small tree frog was calling from herbs in a pond in the forest on june and july . the voice is weak; probably greater numbers of males were present than are indicated by the few specimens collected, for the din from the more vociferous species made it impossible to hear _hyla picta_ unless one was calling close by. =hyla staufferi= cope chinajá, . this individual was calling from a low bush in the clearing at chinajá. none was found in the pond in the forest at toocog. stuart ( : ) and duellman ( : ) noted that _hyla staufferi_ breeds early in the rainy season. nevertheless, i think early breeding habits do not account for the near absence of this species in our collections from southern el petén. in early july, , a few individuals were heard at a pond on the savanna at la libertad. in mid-july of the same year they were calling sporadically from temporary ponds in the lower motagua valley. possibly the individual collected at chinajá was accidentally transported there in cargo from toocog, from which camp at the edge of the savanna planes fly to chinajá weekly. my observations on this species throughout its range in méxico and central america indicate that it inhabits savannas and semi-arid forests and usually is absent from heavy rainforest. stuart ( : ) obtained this species at cubilquitz in the lowlands of alta verapaz. =phyllomedusa callidryas taylori= funkhouser toocog, . between june and july this species was abundant at a pond in the forest at toocog. calling males were as high as five meters in bushes and trees around the pond. at dusk males were observed descending a vine-covered tree at the edge of the pond; this strongly suggests that the frogs retreat to this tree and others like it for diurnal seclusion. clasping pairs were found on branches and leaves above the water. the eggs are deposited in clumps usually on vertical leaves, but sometimes on horizontal leaves or on branches, vines, and aerial roots above the water. twenty-six clutches of eggs contained from to (average ) eggs. in a clutch in which the eggs are in yolk plug stage the average diameter of the embryos is . mm. and that of the vitelline membranes, . mm. most of the eggs are in the external part of the gelatinous mass; the jelly is clear. the yolk is pale green, and the animal pole is brown. as development ensues, the yolk becomes yellow and the embryo first dark brown and then pale grayish tan. upon hatching the tadpoles wriggle free of the jelly and drop into the water. one clutch of eggs was observed to hatch in three minutes. apparently, on dropping into the water the hatchling tadpoles go to the bottom of the pond, for one or two minutes pass from the time they enter the water until they reappear near the surface. the average total length of seven hatchling tadpoles is . mm. there is a moderate amount of yolk, but this does not form a large ventral bulge. large tadpoles congregate in the sunny parts of the pond, where they were observed just beneath the surface. many had their mouths at the surface. except for constant fluttering of the tip of the tail, they lie quietly with the axis of the body at an angle of about degrees with the surface of the water. description of tadpole (ku ): total length, . mm.; tail-length, . mm.; body broader than deep; head moderately flattened; snout viewed from above blunt; nostrils close to snout and directed dorsally; eyes of moderate size and directed laterally; mouth directed anteroventrally; anus median; spiracle ventral, its opening just to left of midline slightly more than one-half distance from tip of snout to vent. tail-fin slightly more than twice as deep as tail musculature, which curves upward posteriorly; tail-fin narrowly extending to tip of tail (fig. ). color in life pale gray; in preservative white with scattered melanophores; tail-fin transparent. [illustration: fig. . tadpole of _phyllomedusa callidryas taylori_ (ku ) from toocog, el petén, guatemala. × .] upper lip having single row of papillae laterally, but none medially; lower lip having single row of papillae; no lateral indentation of lips; two or more rows of papillae at lateral corners of lips; tooth-rows / ; second upper tooth row as long as first, interrupted medially; inner lower tooth-row as long as upper rows, interrupted medially; second and third lower rows decreasingly shorter; upper beak moderate in size and having long lateral projections; lower beak moderate in size; both beaks finely serrate (fig. ). [illustration: fig. . mouthparts of larval _phyllomedusa callidryas taylori_ (ku ) from toocog, el petén, guatemala. × .] =smilisca baudini= (duméril and bibron) chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, ; río de la pasión, ; río san román, ; sayaxché; toocog, . individuals of this species were found at night sitting on bushes and small trees in the forest in february and march and again in june and july. one was in the axil of a leaf of a _xanthosoma_. in june and july males were heard nearly every night. the series of specimens from kilometers north-northwest of chinajá was taken from a breeding congregation in a shallow muddy pool in the forest. tadpoles of this species were in small, often muddy pools in the forest. to my knowledge _smilisca baudini_ is the only hylid to breed in these pools at chinajá, although perhaps _smilisca phaeota_ also utilizes them. the only other amphibian at chinajá known to breed in the pools is _bufo valliceps valliceps_. although two specimens were on bushes at night at toocog, _smilisca baudini_ was not present at the pond where five other species of hylids were breeding. nevertheless, _smilisca baudini_ was calling from two ponds on the savannas near la libertad. all of the specimens from southern el petén have yellow or yellowish white flanks and ventrolateral surfaces. =smilisca phaeota cyanosticta= (smith) chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, . all specimens were found in february and march. those from chinajá were obtained from _xanthosoma_ and bromeliads; the individual from kilometers north-northwest of chinajá is an adult male that was calling from a puddle in a fallen tree on march . a juvenile having a snout-vent length of . mm. lacks the pale blue spots on the thighs; instead, the anterior and posterior surfaces of the thighs are bright red. =hypopachus cuneus nigroreticulatus= taylor toocog, . an adult male having a snout-vent length of . mm. was found at night on the forest floor at the edge of a temporary pond. in life the dorsum was dark brown with chocolate brown markings; the stripe on the side of the head was white; the middorsal stripe was pale orange; the belly was black and white, and the iris was a bronze color. characteristically this species inhabits savannas and open forest; thus, its occurrence in the rainforest at toocog is surprising. this is the southernmost record for the species in el petén; to the south in the highlands it is replaced by the smaller _hypopachus inguinalis_, having rounded, instead of compressed, metatarsal tubercles. =rana palmipes= spix chinajá, ; km. nw of chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, . with the exception of one recently metamorphosed juvenile having a snout-vent length of . mm. that was found on the forest floor by day on june , and one that was found beside a pool in a cave, all individuals were found at temporary woodland pools or along sluggish streams at night. the largest specimen is a female having a snout-vent length of mm. =rana pipiens= schreber chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, ; río san román, ; toocog, . all specimens were found near water at night. the largest individual is a female having a snout-vent length of . mm. =crocodylus moreleti= duméril and duméril chinajá, ; río san román, . one specimen was obtained from a quiet pool in the río san román at night; another was found in a small sluggish stream at chinajá. two large individuals were seen in tributaries to the río san román. on the savannas at toocog two small individuals were obtained in the dry season, at which time the crocodiles apparently were migrating to water. the local name for this species is _lagarto_. =chelydra rossignoni= (bocourt) chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, . the paucity of specimens of _chelydra_ from central america has resulted in rather inadequate diagnoses of various populations. the present specimens have carapace lengths of and mm. and plastral lengths of and mm. the length of carapace/bridge ratio is . and . per cent. each individual has four barbels, the median pair of which are extremely long. in ku the lateral pair of barbels is forked at the base. the relative length of the plastral bridge in these specimens compares favorable with the ratio (. -. ) given by schmidt ( : ) for five specimens from honduras. _chelydra serpentina_, which may occur sympatrically with _c. rossignoni_ in some parts of central america, has a narrower plastral bridge and only two barbels beneath the chin. furthermore, _c. rossignoni_ and _c. osceola_ in florida have long, flat tubercles on the dorsal and lateral surfaces of the neck, whereas _c. serpentina_ has short, round tubercles. the specimen from chinajá was found in a small sluggish stream; the other individual was in a muddy pool in the forest. the local name is _sambodanga_. =claudius angustatus= cope km. nnw of chinajá, . one specimen was unearthed from the bank of a small muddy stream by a bulldozer. this individual represents the second record for the species in guatemala; the first was provided by specimens, likewise found in muddy waters, at tikal (stuart, : ). the local name is _caiman_. =kinosternon acutum= gray km. nnw of chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, . these turtles were found on the forest floor, in small sluggish streams, and in pools in the forest. one adult male had, in life, the top of the head yellow with black spots; the stripes on the head and neck were red. specimens were obtained both in the dry and rainy seasons. the local name for both species of _kinosternon_ is _pochitoque_. =kinosternon leucostomum= duméril and bibron chinajá, ; km. nw of chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, . individuals of this turtle were found on the forest floor and in small sluggish streams. in life most specimens had a tan or pale brown head with pinkish tan stripes on the head and neck. all individuals were obtained in february and march. no ecological differences between this species and _k. acutum_ were evident. =staurotypus triporcatus= (wiegmann) paso subín, . this species is represented in the collection by one complete shell found on the bank of the río subín. the carapace has a length of mm. the local name is _guao_. natives stated that this turtle was not uncommon in clear rivers and lakes, a habitat suggested for the species by stuart ( : ). =dermatemys mawi= gray chinajá, ; río san román, . the record from chinajá is based on a carapace found in a chiclero camp, where the turtle evidently had been brought for food. the four specimens from the río san román were obtained from edges of deep pools in clear water. in adult males the top of the head was reddish orange in life. one of the specimens from the río san román currently is living in the philadelphia zoological gardens. the local name for this turtle is _tortuga blanca_; it is sought for its meat. =geoemyda areolata= (duméril and bibron) chinajá, . two specimens were obtained from dense forest at chinajá. the local name is _mojina_. =pseudemys scripta ornata= (gray) paso subín, . one subadult was obtained from clear water in the río subín. the stripes on the head and neck were yellow; there was no red "ear" on the side of the head. the stripes on the forelimbs were orange, and the ocelli on the carapace were red. the local name is _jicotea_. =coleonyx elegans elegans= gray toocog, . one adult male having a snout-vent length of mm. was found beneath a log in the forest. locally this gecko is known as _escorpión_; the natives believe it to be deadly poisonous. the use of the name _escorpión_ seems to be restricted to lizards thought to be venomous. nearly everywhere in méxico and central america some species of lizard carries this appellation. in el petén i heard the name used only for _coleonyx elegans_ and _thecadactylus rapicaudus_; in the lowlands of guerrero, méxico, the name is applied to geckos of the genus _phyllodactylus_. the venomous lizards of the genus _heloderma_ in the lowlands of western méxico are called _escorpiónes_. in the mountains of southern méxico various skinks of the genus _eumeces_, as well as lizards of the genus _xenosaurus_, carry the same appellation. _abronia_ in the mountains of méxico and _gerrhonontus_ throughout méxico and central america likewise are called _escorpiónes_. although many people in various parts of middle america consider most lizards poisonous, there is a unanimity of opinion concerning the venomous qualities of the various kinds of _escorpiónes_. i know of only two other lizards in middle america that are so uniformly regarded in native beliefs; these are _enyaliosaurus clarki_ in the tepalcatepec valley in michoacán, called _nopiche_, and _phrynosoma asio_ in western méxico, called _cameleón_. =sphaerodactylus lineolatus= lichtenstein km. nw of chinajá, ; toocog, . these small geckos were much more abundant than the few specimens indicate. they frequently were seen on the trunks of corozo palms, where they quickly took refuge in crevices at the bases of the fronds. the specimen obtained at toocog was under the bark of a standing dead tree. in life the ventral surface of the tail was orange. the individual from chinajá was in the leaf litter on the ground at the base of a dead tree. =thecadactylus rapicaudus= (houttuyn) km. nw of chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, . two specimens were found beneath the bark of standing dead trees; another was found in the crack in the trunk of a mahogany tree about meters above the ground. in life the dorsum was yellowish tan with dark brown markings; the venter was yellowish tan with brown flecks, and the iris was olive-tan. the largest specimen is a male having a snout-vent length of mm.; all specimens have regenerated tails. individuals when caught twisted their bodies and attempted to bite; upon grabbing a finger they held on with great tenacity. =anolis biporcatus= (wiegmann) km. nnw of chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, ; sayaxché, . all specimens of this large anole were obtained from trees. some individuals were found in the tops of trees immediately after they were felled. my limited observations on this anole suggest that it is an inhabitant of the upper levels of the forest. in life an adult male from kilometers north-northwest of chinajá was brilliant green above; the eyelids were bright yellow; the belly was white. the outer part of the dewlap was pale orange, and the median part was pinkish blue. a juvenile having a snout-vent length of mm. and a tail length of mm. was pale grayish green with pale gray flecks on the dorsum. the largest male has a snout-vent length of mm. and a tail length of mm.; the same measurements of the largest female are and mm. this species, together with all other anoles, is known locally as _toloque_. =anolis capito= peters chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, ; río de la pasión, . all individuals were observed on trunks of trees between heights of three and ten meters above the ground. the largest male has a snout-vent length of mm. and a tail length of mm.; the same measurements of the largest female are and mm. the streaked brown dorsum, combined with the lizards' habit of pressing the body against the trunks of trees, make this anole especially difficult to see. =anolis humilis uniformis= cope chinajá, ; km. nw of chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, ; sayaxché, . this small dull brown anole is a characteristic inhabitant of the forest floor, where the lizards move about in a series of quick, short hops and thus easily evade capture. three individuals were found on small bushes, and four were on the bases of trees; otherwise, all were observed on the ground. observations indicate that this species is active throughout the day, except during and immediately after heavy rains. the males have a deep red dewlap with a dark blue median spot. =anolis lemurinus bourgeaei= bocourt chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, ; río de la pasión, ; río san román, ; sayaxché, ; toocog, . this moderate-sized anole characteristically inhabits the low bushes and bases of trees in the forest. individuals were most readily observed on the buttresses of some of the gigantic mahogany and ceiba trees. when approached the lizards usually ran around the tree or ducked to the other side of the buttress; if the observer moved closer, they jumped to the ground and ran off. none was observed to ascend large trees. some individuals were observed foraging on the forest floor; these took shelter on the bases of trees. one individual was sleeping on a palm frond at night. the adult males have a uniformly orange-red dewlap. =anolis limifrons rodriguezi= bocourt km. nw of chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, . in dry forests and more open situations than occur at chinajá this little anole is abundant, but in the wet forests of southern el petén, only three specimens were found. two were on palm fronds about two meters above the ground; the other was on a low bush. i suspect that ecologically this species overlaps _a. humilis uniformis_ and _a. lemurinus bourgeaei_, but too few observations are recorded to justify a definite statement at this time. =anolis sericeus sericeus= hallowell chinajá, ; sayaxché, ; toocog, . this small anole is common and widespread in the atlantic lowlands of southern méxico and northern central america; usually it inhabits sub-humid regions. consequently, its presence in the wet forests of southern el petén was unexpected. the specimens from chinajá were sleeping on low bushes at night, whereas the others were found on bushes by day. =basiliscus vittatus= wiegmann chinajá, ; río de la pasión, ; río san román, ; sayaxché, ; toocog, . individuals of this abundant species were most frequently seen in dense bushes along the margins of rivers or small streams. none was observed far from water. these lizards, like the anoles, are known locally as _toloque_. =corythophanes cristatus= (merrem) chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, . three individuals were found on tree trunks; the fourth was on a thick vine about one meter above the ground. the two largest males have snout-vent lengths of and mm. and tail lengths of and mm. the largest female (ku ), obtained on june , has a snout-vent length of mm. and a tail length of mm. this individual contained eight ova varying in greatest diameter from . to . (average . ) mm. also present are numerous ovarian eggs having diameters up to about . mm. one of the large males displayed a defensive behavior prior to capture. when first observed the lizard was clinging to a tree trunk about one and one-half meters above the ground. when i approached, the lizard turned its flanks towards me; then it flattened the body laterally, extended the dewlap, opened its mouth, and made short rushing motions. when touched it bit viciously. on the ground these lizards have a rather awkward bipedal gait that is much slower than in _basiliscus vittatus_. in life an adult male (ku ) was reddish brown dorsally with dark chocolate brown markings; the venter was creamy white, and the iris was dark red. the natives call this lizard _piende jente_. =iguana iguana rhinolopha= wiegmann río san román, . the _iguana_, as this lizard is called locally, seems to be uncommon in the forested areas of southern el petén. possibly this is due to the fact that the flesh of this lizard is relished as food by the natives. my two specimens were in large trees at the edge of the river. =laemanctus deborrei= boulenger chinajá, ; toocog, . on june a female having a snout-vent length of mm. and a tail length of mm. was found on a bush in the forest. the lizard, when approached, faced the collector and opened its mouth. in life the dorsum was bright green; the lateral stripe was white, and the iris was yellowish brown. this specimen contained four ova having lengths of . to . (average . ) mm. on june at toocog five white-shelled eggs were found in a rotting log. measurements of the eggs are--length, . to . (average . ) mm.; width, . to . (average . ) mm. these eggs hatched on august . the five young had snout-vent lengths of to (average ) mm., and tail lengths of to (average ) mm. in life the hatchlings had a dull dark green dorsum, pale bright green venter and stripes on head, and reddish brown iris. in preservative the hatchlings are creamy tan above with five or six square dark brown blotches middorsally. the natives consider this lizard to be one of the anoles; consequently, it is known as _toloque_. =lepidophyma flavimaculatum flavimaculatum= duméril chinajá, ; km. nw of chinajá, . individuals were found beneath logs on the forest floor or moving about in the litter on the forest floor. one was observed crawling across a trail during a heavy rain. in some adults the tan dorsal spots are large and distinct; in others the spots are small and indistinct. two juveniles, apparently recent hatchlings, were found on june and july . these specimens have snout-vent lengths of mm. and tail lengths of and mm. =eumeces schwartzei= fischer chinajá, . one specimen (ku ) was found on the forest floor at midday; it is an adult female having a snout-vent length of mm. and a tail length of mm. this specimen is larger than those recorded by taylor ( : ) and extends the known range of the species south of ramate, approximately kilometers south-south-westward to chinajá. =eumeces sumichrasti= (cope) km. nnw of chinajá, . one adult male having a snout-vent length of mm. was found beneath a palm frond on the forest floor. in life the dorsum was dull brown; the chin was cream; the belly was yellow, and the underside of the tail was orange. a juvenile having a black body, yellow dorsal stripes, and a bright blue tail was observed on the forest floor. =scincella cherriei cherriei= (cope) chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, ; toocog, . all individuals of this lizard were found in the leaf litter on the forest floor; many escaped capture. in life the tail is dull bluish gray. the number of dorsal scales varies from to (average ); thus, these specimens fall within the range of variation of _s. cherriei cherriei_, and thereby differ from _s. cherriei stuarti_ to the west and _s. cherriei ixbaac_ to the north. =ameiva festiva edwardsi= bocourt chinajá, ; km. nw of chinajá, ; sayaché, ; toocog, . this abundant terrestrial lizard, locally called _lagartijo_, is found throughout the forest. a juvenile obtained on march at sayaxché has a snout-vent length of mm. and a prominent umbilical scar. other juveniles were observed at chinajá in february and march, thereby indicating that the young probably hatch in the early part of the year. juveniles have bright blue tails. =celestus rozellae= smith km. nnw of chinajá, . two specimens were obtained from trees by workmen in february. these lizards have snout-vent lengths of and mm. and tail lengths of and mm. there are and lamellae beneath the fourth toe; each has longitudinal rows of scales around the body. =boa constrictor imperator= daudin km. nw of chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, ; toocog, . all specimens were found on the forest floor. one individual was found in combat with a large _drymarchon corais melanurus_. apparently, the _drymarchon_ was attempting to devour the _boa_, which had a total length of mm. locally this snake is called _masacuata_; it is one of the few snakes believed by the local inhabitants to be non-poisonous. =clelia clelia clelia= daudin km. nw of chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, . one specimen is represented only by the head; the snake was killed on the forest floor by workmen. another individual was found in a pool of water at the base of a limestone outcropping in the forest; this specimen (ku ) is a female having a body length of mm. and a total length of mm. this snake contained ova averaging × mm. both specimens were uniform shiny black above and cream-color below. the local name is _sumbadora_. =coniophanes bipunctatus bipunctatus= (günther) chinajá, . this snake was found on the forest floor by day; it is a male having ventrals, an incomplete tail; cream-colored belly, and a pair of large brown spots on each ventral scute. =coniophanes fissidens fissidens= (günther) toocog, . this male specimen was found beneath a rock in a sink hole. it has ventrals and caudals. a narrow temporal stripe extends along the upper edge of the anterior temporal and the lower edge of the upper secondary temporal. the belly is ashy white with a pair of small black spots on each ventral. =coniophanes imperialis clavatus= (peters) chinajá, . all specimens were found on the forest floor by day. these small snakes are capable of rapid movement and quickly disappear in the litter on the ground. two individuals evaded capture. the belly is creamy white anteriorly and vermillion red posteriorly. =dryadophis melanolomus laevis= (fischer) chinajá, . these snakes, locally known as _sumbadora_, were found on the forest floor; two others were seen, but escaped. the variation in coloration has been a source of confusion in this species in northern central america (see stuart, : ). all of the present specimens are males: ku has ventrals, caudals, and a total length of mm.; the dorsum is olive-tan with six darker cross-bars on the neck; the belly is creamy white. ku has ventrals, caudals, and a total length of mm.; the dorsum is uniform olive-brown, except that some dorsal scales at midbody have black anterior borders like _d. melanolomus melanolomus_ has in the yucatán peninsula; the venter is pale yellow. ku has ventrals, caudals, and a total length of mm.; the dorsum is rich chocolate brown with eight dark cross-bars on the neck; the belly is bright orange. stuart ( a: ) stated that in life two distinct color phases were observed in specimens collected by him in alta verapaz, guatemala. one had an olive-brown dorsum and the other, a reddish orange dorsum. stuart made no mention of variation in the color of the venter. similar variation is known in _d. melanolomus alternatus_ in costa rica, where some individuals have orange-red venters. this color phase has been recognized as a distinct species, _dryadophis sanguiventris_, by taylor ( : ). examination of specimens from costa rica shows no differences in scutellation, nor geographic segregation of two populations. i am convinced that the red-bellied _dryadophis_ in costa rica, like those in guatemala, represent a color phase of the subspecies inhabiting those areas and that _dryadophis sanguiventris_ taylor is a synonym of _dryadophis melanolomus alternatus_ (bocourt). =drymarchon corais melanurus= (duméril, bibron and duméril) km. nw of chinajá, ; sayaxché, . the specimen from sayaxché was found at the edge of a clearing in the forest; that from kilometers northwest of chinajá was found on the forest floor coiled with a _boa constrictor imperator_, which the _drymarchon_ apparently was trying to eat. the _drymarchon_ is a giant specimen having a total length of mm. (see duellman, : ). the _boa_ with which it was coiled has a total length of mm. i was attracted to the snakes by a loud thrashing noise. when i approached the writhing mass, the snakes separated, but i was able to see that the _drymarchon_ had its teeth firmly imbedded in the posterior part of the head of the _boa_. from the _drymarchon_ i forced the regurgitation of a recently ingested _bothrops nummifer nummifer_ having a total length of mm. these observations show that the snake-eating capabilities of _drymarchon_ can hardly be over-estimated. in both _drymarchon_ the anterior one-half of the body is olive-tan, which changes to bluish black posteriorly. the local name is _sumbadora_. =drymobius margaritiferus margaritiferus= (schlegel) chinajá, ; sayaxché, . all individuals were obtained in clearings in the forest by day in the rainy season. two individuals each contained a _similisca baudini_ and another contained a _bufo valliceps valliceps_. locally this snake is known by the appropriate name of _ranera_. =imantodes cenchoa leucomelas= cope chinajá, . with the exception of one that was found dead in camp, all individuals were taken from low vegetation by day. the dorsum is creamy tan with to (average ) chocolate brown blotches, and the venter is ashy white with small brown flecks. three males have to (average ) ventrals and to (average ) caudals; one female has ventrals and caudals. the largest specimen, a male, has a body length of mm. and a total length of mm. =lampropeltis doliata polyzona= cope chinajá, . one female (ku ) having ventrals and caudals was found on the forest floor by day. this individual has a black snout with a white bar across the nasals and prefrontals, a white spot in the middle of the frontal, and a white band across the temporals and parietals that is bordered posteriorly by a black band. there are white and red rings on the body. the tips of the red scales are darkened. the black rings between the white and red rings are not so expanded as to interrupt the white rings dorsally as in _l. doliata abnorma_ as identified by stuart ( : ). locally this snake, like all red, black, and white or yellow banded snakes, is called _coral_ or _coralillo_. =leptodeira frenata malleisi= dunn and stuart toocog, . this specimen, a male having ventrals and caudals, was found beneath the bark on a log in the forest. in life the dorsum was pinkish tan with chocolate brown blotches on the body; the venter was rosy pink. =leptodeira septentrionalis polysticta= günther chinajá, ; toocog, . if numbers of specimens are indicative of abundance, this is the most common snake in southern el petén. all were found at night in the rainy season. at a pond in the forest at toocog these snakes were observed on low vegetation, on the ground, and in the water. evidently they congregate at breeding choruses of frogs. one _leptodeira_ contained a _smilisca baudini_ and another contained eggs of _phyllomedusa callidryas taylori_. the natives call this snake _nahuyaca_. =leptophis ahaetulla praestans= (cope) km. nnw of chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, . both specimens were obtained from trees when they were felled. one individual (ku ) has a body length of mm. and a total length of mm. in life the entire snake was uniform bright green; the eye was yellow. in preservative the dorsum is dark blue, and the venter is green. =leptophis mexicanus mexicanus= duméril, bibron and duméril chinajá, ; km. nw of chinajá, ; sayaxché, . all specimens came from low trees in the forest. the largest specimen is a male having a body length of mm. and a total length of mm. in life the middorsum was a golden tan; the top of the head was a vivid green. one individual had ingested a _smilisca baudini_. the local name is _bejuquillo_. =ninia sebae sebae= (duméril, bibron and duméril) toocog, . this specimen, a male having ventrals and caudals, was found beneath bark on a log in the forest. there is a black band five scales in length on the nape followed posteriorly by a red band six scales in length and then by a complete black band one and one-half scales in length. the rest of the body is dull red with incomplete black bands one to one and one-half scales in length on the anterior two-thirds of the body. =oxybelis aeneus aeneus= (wagler) chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, . one individual was found in a low tree; the other was in a bush. both specimens are males; the largest has a body length of mm. and a total length of mm. bogert and oliver ( : ) distinguished _o. aeneus aeneus_ in central and south america from _o. aeneus auratus_ in méxico in that the diameter of the eye is more than the length of the internasal, whereas in _o. aeneus auratus_ the diameter of the eye is less than the length of the internasal. stuart ( : ) stated that on the basis of this character three specimens from tikal in northeastern el petén definitely were _o. aeneus aeneus_. of the present specimens from southern el petén, one has an internasal:eye ratio of . ; the other has a ratio of . . a careful review of these snakes is needed to verify the validity of the characters used to separate the subspecies and to determine areas of intergradation. the local name for the vine-snake is _bejuquillo_. =pliocercus euryzonus aequalis= salvin chinajá, ; río san román, . these specimens are tentatively referred to _p. euryzonus_. ku is a female having ventrals, caudals, and black rings on the body; ku is a juvenile having ventrals, caudals, and black rings on the body. in both specimens the tip of the snout is yellow; a broad yellow band on the parietals and temporals is bordered posteriorly by a black band on the nape. the black rings on the body are not bordered by yellow, but black rings on the tail have yellow borders ventrally. in the red interspaces between the black rings, black flecks and spots, especially posteriorly, tend to form secondary black rings (fig. a). according to stuart ( : ), _p. euryzonus aequalis_ has to black rings on the body, whereas _p. elapoides salvini_, which also occurs in el petén, has to black rings. [illustration: fig. . dorsal color patterns of _pliocercus euryzonus aequalis_ (a) and _micrurus affinis apiatus_ (b).] the specimen from the río san román contained a partly digested _bolitoglossa moreleti mulleri_. locally _piocercus_ is called _coral_ or _coralillo_. =pseustes poecilonotus poecilonotus= (günther) chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, . two juveniles were on the forest floor; one juvenile and an adult were on low bushes. the juveniles have a tan dorsum with reddish brown blotches; the belly is gray, and the iris is cream-color above and brown below. the one adult is olive-brown above and creamy white below on the anterior three-fourths of the body; posteriorly it is black above and below. there are no paravertebral dark stripes nor pale spots on the dorsal scales. two specimens (one juvenile and the adult) when encountered compressed the anterior part of the body laterally and struck repeatedly. locally the adults are called _sumbadora_. =sibon dimidiata dimidiata= (günther) km. nnw of chinajá, . both snakes were obtained from trees when they were felled. in life the dorsum was pinkish orange with dark chocolate brown blotches narrowly edged with black. =sibon nebulata nebulata= (linnaeus) km. nw of chinajá, . this specimen, a male having a body length of mm. and a tail length of mm., was found in a felled tree. in life the belly was pink and black; the dorsal black blotches were narrowly outlined with pink. =spilotes pullatus mexicanus= (laurenti) chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, ; sayaxché, . this large snake, locally called _mica_, seems to be equally at home on the ground and in low trees and bushes. it is fast moving for a large snake; two individuals escaped capture. the natives said that this snake eats other snakes, but examination of stomachs revealed no supporting evidence. =stenorrhina degenhardti= (berthold) chinajá, . this specimen, a female having ventrals, caudals, and a total length of mm., was found on the forest floor. on the olive-brown dorsum are irregular, narrow, dark brown, transverse bands. the head is uniform olive-brown; the chin and labials are cream-color. the venter is cream-color with a row of brown spots forming a midventral stripe. a large spider was found in the stomach. i have refrained from assigning a subspecific name to this snake. cursory examination of specimens from throughout méxico and central america reveals a bewildering array of variation in coloration that suggests that the subspecies _mexicanus_ is not recognizable, or that two species occur sympatrically in parts of southern méxico and northern central america. =tretanorhinus nigroluteus lateralis= bocourt chinajá, . a single male having ventrals, caudals, and a total length of mm. was found by a stream in camp. the dorsum is pale grayish tan with pairs of small chocolate brown spots, some of the anterior ones of which are connected across the back. a cream-colored lateral stripe is on the third and fourth dorsal scale-rows anteriorly and the second and third rows posteriorly. the lower dorsal scale rows are black. the venter is dark grayish brown with cream-colored flecks anteriorly and creamy gray posteriorly where the dark color is restricted to the midventral region and the lateral edges of ventrals and first dorsal scale-row. =xenodon rabdocephalus mexicanus= smith chinajá, ; km. nnw of chinajá, . both individuals were found on the forest floor. an adult male having a total length of mm. has a cream-colored venter with brown flecks. a juvenile having a total length of mm. has a creamy white belly with black crossbands. at the suggestion of l. c. stuart, i am following schmidt ( : ) in placing _x. mexicanus_ as a subspecies of _x. rabdocephalus_. =micrurus affinis apiatus= (jan) km. nnw of chinajá, ; sayaxché, . all specimens were found beneath litter on the forest floor. all are males having to (average ) ventrals, to ( . ) caudals, and to ( ) primary black rings on the body. there are no yellow rings, and black spots in the red interspaces tend to form secondary black rings (fig. b), the same as in _pliocercus euryzonus aequalis_. the local name is _coral_ or _coralillo_. =bothrops atrox asper= (garman) km. nw of chinajá, ; sayaxché, . although we found only two specimens, natives and workmen at the camp at chinajá stated that the _barba amarilla_, as this snake is known locally, had been abundant when the camp had been established less than two years before our visit. =bothrops nasutus= bocourt km. nw of chinajá, . this specimen, a male having a total length of mm., was found on the forest floor. the dorsum is brown with dark brown blotches separated middorsally by a narrow orange-tan stripe extending from the nape to the base of the tail. the belly is grayish tan with white flecks on the lateral edges of the ventrals. the local name is _nahuyaca_. =bothrops nummifer nummifer= (rüppell) km. nw of chinajá, ; sayaxché, . two individuals were found on the forest floor, and one adult, having a total length of mm., was removed from the stomach of a large _drymarchon corais melanurus_. there is considerable variation in color and pattern. a juvenile (ku ), having a total length of mm., has a tan dorsum with interconnected dark brown, diamond-shaped, middorsal blotches, the lateral extensions of which are black; the belly is a cream-color with brown squares. an adult female (ku ), having a total length of mm., has a dorsal coloration like the preceding specimen, except that the lateral extensions of the dorsal blotches are brown; the belly is a uniform cream-color. a second adult female (ku ), having a total length of mm., has a brown dorsum with interconnected black, diamond-shaped, middorsal blotches, the lateral extensions of which are black; the belly is a cream-color with black squares. the local name for this species is _braza de piedra_. =bothrops schlegeli schlegeli= (berthold) paso subín, . this specimen was taken from the thatched roof of a house at the edge of the forest and contained the remains of a small mammal. the local name is _nahuyaca_. hypothetical list of species listed below are thirteen species that have not been found in southern el petén but that probably occur there. =_dermophis mexicanus mexicanus_= (duméril and bibron).--natives at chinajá know caecilians, which they call _dos cabezas_. this species has been taken in tabasco and northern chiapas. its occurrence in southern el petén is expected. less likely, the caecilian known to the natives at chinajá is _gymnopis oligozona_, which is known from finca volcán on the southern slopes of the valley of the río cahabón in alta verapaz. =_gastrophryne elegans_= (boulenger).--this small fossorial frog is known from piedras negras (taylor and smith, : ), miles east of yaxha (stuart, : ), and tikal (stuart, : ), all in northern and central el petén. two specimens in the collection of the university of kansas are from kilometers northeast of campur, alta verapaz. probably the species ranges throughout the forested lowlands of northern alta verapaz and el petén. =_mabuya brachypoda_= taylor.--the absence of this widespread lizard in our collections cannot be explained. probably it occurs in southern el petén, for it is known in northern and central el petén and in alta verapaz. =_dendrophidion vinitor_= smith.--this snake is known from piedras negras, el petén and from various localities in alta verapaz; it is an inhabitant of humid forest and should occur in southern el petén. =_elaphe triaspis mutabilis_= (cope).--the subspecies _e. triaspis mutabilis_ is known from alta verapaz and _e. triaspis triaspis_ from the yucatán peninsula, british honduras, and uaxactún in northern el petén. because of the much higher degree of resemblance between the faunas of southern el petén and alta verapaz as compared with southern el petén and yucatán, _e. triaspis mutabilis_ would be expected to occur in southern el petén. =_ninia diademata nietoi_= burger and werler.--this snake is known from tikal and from alta verapaz; it is a small cryptophile that probably occurs in southern el petén. =_oxyrhophus petola aequifasciatus_= werner.--this snake, which probably is conspecific with _oxyrhophus baileyi_ in southern veracruz, méxico, is known from tikal, british honduras, and alta verapaz; it is expected in southern el petén. =_pliocercus elapoides salvini_= müller.--this species is widespread in the atlantic lowlands of southern méxico and northern central america; the subspecies _p. elapoides salvini_ occurs in alta verapaz and probably in southern el petén. =_rhadinaea decorata decorata_= (günther).--this is another small cryptophile that is widespread on the atlantic lowlands from méxico to panamá; it definitely is expected at places like chinajá in southern el petén. =_scaphiodontophis annulatus_= (duméril and bibron).--three subspecies of _scaphiodontophis annulatus_ are recognized in northern central america: _s. annulatus annulatus_ from alta verapaz, _s. annulatus hondurensis_ from northern honduras, and _s. annulatus carpicinctus_ from piedras negras and tikal in el petén and from british honduras. this rare and highly variable species probably occurs in southern el petén. =_tantilla schistosa schistosa_= (bocourt).--this widespread species in central america is known from several localities in alta verapaz and almost certainly occurs in southern el petén. =_tropidodipsas sartori sartori_= cope.--this fossorial species has been collected in northern el petén and in alta verapaz. the natives at chinajá described to me a _coral_ having orange rings on a black body that likely was this species. =_micrurus elegans veraepacis_= schmidt.--this species has been collected at various localities in alta verapaz and in chiapas, inhabits areas like those in southern el petén, and probably occurs there. summary a study of the amphibians and reptiles in the rainforests of southern el petén, guatemala, reveals the presence of species; an additional species probably occur there. in this tropical area having a high amount of rainfall most of the species of amphibians and reptiles have extensive ranges in the wet forests on the atlantic lowlands of southern méxico and northern central america; some species that more frequently are found in sub-humid forests also occur. ecologically the fauna is divided into five major habitats--aquatic, aquatic margin, fossorial, terrestrial, and arboreal. forty-two per cent of the species are wholly or partly arboreal. the fauna is most closely related to that in alta verapaz, guatemala, but includes many species that occur in the tikal-uaxactún area in northeastern guatemala. _eleutherodactylus rostralis_ (werner) and _e. rhodopis_ (cope) are redefined and their relationships are suggested. the color phases of _dryadophis melanolomus laevis_ and _d. m. alternatus_ are discussed; _dryadophis sanguiventris_ taylor is synonymized with _dryadophis melanolomus alternatus_ (bocourt). the breeding habits, eggs, and tadpoles of the hylid frogs _hyla ebraccata_ and _phyllomedusa callidryas taylori_ are described, as are the eggs and juveniles of _laemanctus deborrei_. literature cited baylor, e. r. and stuart, l. c. . a new race of _bufo valliceps_ from guatemala. proc. biol. soc. washington, : - , august . bogert, c. m. and oliver, j. a. . a preliminary analysis of the herpetofauna of sonora. bull. amer. mus. nat. hist., : - , march . brocchi, p. - Étude des batraciens de l'amerique centrale. mission scientifique au mexique. paris, imprimerie nationale, ( ): - , pls. - . duellman, w. e. . a review of the frogs of the genus _syrrhophus_ in western mexico. occas. papers mus. zool. univ. michigan, : - , pls. - , june . . a distributional study of the amphibians of the isthmus of tehuantepec, méxico. univ. kansas publ. mus. nat. hist., : - , august . . a record size for _drymarchon corais melanurus_. copeia, ( ): - , january. dunn, e. r. and emlen, j. t. . 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(complete) mammals of washington. by walter w. dalquest. pp. - , figures in text. april , . vol. . * . the avifauna of micronesia, its origin, evolution, and distribution. by rollin h. baker. pp. - , figures in text. june , . * . a quantitative study of the nocturnal migration of birds. by george h. lowery, jr. pp. - , figures in text. june , . . phylogeny of the waxwings and allied birds. by m. dale arvey. pp. - , figures in text, tables. october , . * . birds from the state of veracruz, mexico. by george h. lowery, jr., and walter w. dalquest. pp. - , figures in text, tables. october , . index. pp. - . *vol. . (complete) american weasels. by e. raymond hall. pp. - , plates, figures in text. december , . vol. . nos. - and index. pp. - , - . *vol. . (complete) mammals of utah, _taxonomy and distribution_. by stephen d. durrant. pp. - , figures in text, tables. august , . vol. . nos. - and index. pp. - , - . vol. . nos. - and index. pp. - . - . vol. . * . speciation of the wandering shrew. by james s. findley. pp. - , figures in text. december , . . additional records and extension of ranges of mammals from utah. by stephen d. durrant, m. raymond lee, and richard m. hansen. pp. - . december , . . a new long-eared myotis (myotis evotis) from northeastern mexico. by rollin h. baker and howard j. stains. pp. - . december , . . subspeciation in the meadow mouse, microtus pennsylvanicus, in wyoming. by sydney anderson. pp. - , figures in text. may , . . the condylarth genus ellipsodon. by robert w. wilson. pp. - , figures in text. may , . . additional remains of the multituberculate genus eucosmodon. by robert w. wilson. pp. - , figures in text. may , . . mammals of coahuila, mexico. by rollin h. baker. pp. - , figures in text. june , . . comments on the taxonomic status of apodemus peninsulae, with description of a new subspecies from north china. by j. knox jones, jr. pp. - , figure in text, table. august , . . extensions of known ranges of mexican bats. by sydney anderson. pp. - . august , . . a new bat (genus leptonycteris) from coahuila. by howard j. stains. pp. - . january , . . a new species of pocket gopher (genus pappogeomys) from jalisco, mexico. by robert j. russell. pp. - . january , . . geographic variation in the pocket gopher, thomomys bottae, in colorado. by phillip m. youngman. pp. - , figures in text. february , . . new bog lemming (genus synaptomys) from nebraska. by j. knox jones, jr. pp. - . may , . . pleistocene bats from san josecito cave, nuevo león, méxico. by j. knox jones, jr. pp. - . december , . . new subspecies of the rodent baiomys from central america. by robert l. packard. pp. - . december , . . mammals of the grand mesa, colorado. by sydney anderson. pp. - , figure in text. may , . . distribution, variation, and relationships of the montane vole, microtus montanus. by sydney anderson. pp. - , figures in text, tables. august , . . conspecificity of two pocket mice, perognathus goldmani and p. artus. by e. raymond hall and marilyn bailey ogilvie. pp. - , map. january , . . records of harvest mice, reithrodontomys, from central america, with description of a new subspecies from nicaragua. by sydney anderson and j. knox jones, jr. pp. - . january , . . small carnivores from san josecito cave (pleistocene), nuevo león, méxico. by e. raymond hall. pp. - , figure in text. january , . . pleistocene pocket gophers from san josecito cave, nuevo león, méxico. by robert j. russell. pp. - , figure in text. january , . . review of the insectivores of korea. by j. knox jones, jr., and david h. johnson. pp. - . february , . . speciation and evolution of the pygmy mice, genus baiomys. by robert l. packard. pp. - , plates, figures in text. june , . index. pp. - vol. . . studies of birds killed in nocturnal migration. by harrison b. tordoff and robert m. mengel. pp. - , figures in text, tables. september , . . comparative breeding behavior of ammospiza caudacuta and a. maritima. by glen e. woolfenden. pp. - , plates, figure. december , . . the forest habitat of the university of kansas natural history reservation. by henry s. fitch and ronald r. mcgregor. pp. - , plates, figures in text, tables. december , . . aspects of reproduction and development in the prairie vole (microtus ochrogaster). by henry s. fitch. pp. - , figures in text, tables. december , . . birds found on the arctic slope of northern alaska. by james w. bee. pp. - , plates - , figure in text. march , . * . the wood rats of colorado: distribution and ecology. by robert b. finley, jr. pp. - , plates, figures in text, tables. november , . . home ranges and movements of the eastern cottontail in kansas. by donald w. janes. pp. - , plates, figures in text. may , . . natural history of the salamander, aneides hardyi. by richard f. johnston and gerhard a. schad. pp. - . october , . . a new subspecies of lizard, cnemidophorus sacki, from michoacán, méxico. by william e. duellman. pp. - , figures in text. may , . . a taxonomic study of the middle-american snake, pituophis deppei. by william e. duellman. pp. - , plate, figure in text. may , . index. pp. - . vol. . nos. - and index. pp. - , - . vol. . . functional morphology of three bats: sumops, myotis, macrotus. by terry a. vaughan. pp. - , plates, figures in text. july , . * . the ancestry of modern amphibia: a review of the evidence. by theodore h. eaton, jr. pp. - , figures in text. july , . . the baculum in microtine rodents. by sydney anderson. pp. - , figures in text. february , . * . a new order of fishlike amphibia from the pennsylvanian of kansas. by theodore h. eaton, jr., and peggy lou stewart. pp. - , figures in text. may , . . natural history of the bell vireo. by jon c. barlow. pp. - , figures in text. march , . . two new pelycosaurs from the lower permian of oklahoma. by richard c. fox. pp. - , figures in text. may , . . vertebrates from the barrier island of tamaulipas, méxico. by robert k. selander, richard f. johnston, b. j. wilks, and gerald g. raun. pp. - , pls. - . june , . . teeth of edestid sharks. by theodore h. eaton, jr. pp. - , figures in text. october , . more numbers will appear in volume . vol. . . five natural hybrid combinations in minnows (cyprinidae). by frank b. cross and w. l. minckley. pp. - . june , . . a distributional study of the amphibians of the isthmus of tehuantepec, méxico. by william e. duellman. pp. - , pls. - , figures in text. august , . . a new subspecies of the slider turtle (pseudemys scripta) from coahuila, méxico. by john m. legler. pp. - , pls. - , figures in text. august , . . autecology of the copperhead. by henry s. fitch. pp. - , pls. - , figures in text. november , . . occurrence of the garter snake, thamnophis sirtalis, in the great plains and rocky mountains. by henry s. fitch and t. paul maslin. pp. - , figures in text. february , . . fishes of the wakarusa river in kansas. by james e. deacon and artie l. metcalf. pp. - , figure in text. february , . . geographic variation in the north american cyprinid fish, hybopsis gracilis. by leonard j. olund and frank b. cross. pp. - , pls. - , figures in text. february , . . descriptions of two species of frogs, genus ptychohyla; studies of american hylid frogs, v. by william e. duellman. pp. - , pl. , figures in text. april , . . fish populations, following a drought, in the neosho and marais des cygnes rivers of kansas. by james everett deacon. pp. - , pls. - , figs. august , . . recent soft-shelled turtles of north america (family trionychidae). by robert g. webb. pp. - , pls. - , figures in text. february , . index. pp. - . vol. . . neotropical bats from western méxico. by sydney anderson. pp. - . october , . . geographic variation in the harvest mouse. reithrodontomys megalotis, on the central great plains and in adjacent regions. by j. knox jones, jr., and b. mursaloglu. pp. - , figure in text. july , . . mammals of mesa verde national park, colorado. by sydney anderson. pp. - , pls. and , figures in text. july , . . a new subspecies of the black myotis (bat) from eastern mexico. by e. raymond hall and ticul alvarez. pp. - , figure in text. december , . . north american yellow bats, "dasypterus," and a list of the named kinds of the genus lasiurus gray. by e. raymond hall and j. knox jones, jr. pp. - , figures in text. december , . . natural history of the brush mouse (peromyscus boylii) in kansas with description of a new subspecies. by charles a. long. pp. - , figure in text. december , . . taxonomic status of some mice of the peromyscus boylii group in eastern mexico, with description of a new subspecies. by ticul alvarez. pp. - , figure in text. december , . . a new subspecies of ground squirrel (spermophilus spilosoma) from tamaulipas, mexico. by ticul alvarez. pp. - . march , . . taxonomic status of the free-tailed bat, tadarida yucatanica miller. by j. knox jones, jr., and ticul alvarez. pp. - , figure in text. march , . . a new doglike carnivore, genus cynaretus, from the clarendonian pliocene, of texas. by e. raymond hall and walter w. dalquest. pp. - , figures in text. april , . . a new subspecies of wood rat (neotoma) from northeastern mexico. by ticul alvarez. pp. - . april , . . noteworthy mammals from sinaloa, mexico. by j. knox jones, jr., ticul alvarez, and m. raymond lee. pp. - , figure in text. may , . . a new bat (myotis) from mexico. by e. raymond hall. pp. - , figure in text. may , . . the mammals of veracruz. by e. raymond hall and walter w. dalquest. pp. - , figures. may , . . the recent mammals of tamaulipas, méxico. by ticul alvarez. pp. - , figures in text. may , . more numbers will appear in volume . vol. . . the amphibians and reptiles of michoacán, méxico. by william e. duellman. pp. - , pls. - , figures in text. december , . . some reptiles and amphibians from korea. by robert g. webb, j. knox jones, jr., and george w. byers. pp. - . january , . . a new species of frog (genus tomodactylus) from western méxico. by robert g. webb, pp. - , figure in text. march , . . type specimens of amphibians and reptiles in the museum of natural history, the university of kansas. by william e. duellman and barbara berg. pp. - . october , . . amphibians and reptiles of the rainforests of southern el petén, guatemala. by william e. duellman. pp. - , pls. - , figures in text. october , . more numbers will appear in volume .