The Corderillas which is the name of the mountains we crossed are a continuation, by the way, of the Rockies, and the Andes but are not more than 4,000 feet high.

We had two very hot days of it in the plains of Comgaqua where there was once a city of 60,000 founded by Cortez but where there are not now more than 6,000.
The heat was awful.

We peeled all over our faces and hands and dodged and ducked our heads as though some one were biting at us.

My saddle and clothes were so hot that I could not place my hand on them.

At one village we heard that a bull fight was to be given at the next fifteen miles away, so we rode on there and arrived in time to take part.