However, an aversada--one of these sudden freshets--came down, quite without notice; and enough water got into the channel to set the wheel going, so as to afford its proprietor a very curious and exciting ride, after the manner of a squirrel in a revolving cage, until the people succeeded in drawing off the water.
It was after our return from Tisapan that we paid a visit to Our Lady of Guadalupe, rather an important personage in the history of Mexican church-matters.

The way lies past Santo Domingo, the church of the Holy Office, and down a long street where live the purveyors of all things for the muleteers.

Here one may buy mats, ropes, pack-saddles--which the arrieros delight to have ornamented with fanciful designs and inscriptions, lazos, and many other things of the same kind.

Passing out through the city-gate, we ride along a straight causeway, which extends to Guadalupe.

A dull road enough in itself, but the interminable strings of mules and donkeys, bringing in pig-skins full of pulque, are worth seeing for once; and the Indians, trudging out and in with their various commodities, are highly picturesque.
On a building at the side of the causeway we notice "Estacion de Mejico" (Mexico Station) painted in large letters.