Not bad faces on the whole, but heavy and unexpressive.
At ten o'clock came a heavy supper, the substantial meal of the day, and immediately afterwards we went to bed, and dreamt such dreams as may be imagined.

We were off early in the morning with a wizened old mestizo to guide us to the ruins of Xochicalco, which are on this very estate of Temisco.

The estate is forty miles across, however, and it is a long ride to the ruins.

After we leave the fields of sugar-cane, we see scarcely a hut, nor a patch of cultivated ground.

At last we get to Xochicalco, and find ourselves at the foot of a hill, some four hundred feet in height, extraordinarily regular in its conical shape, more so than any natural hill could be, unless it were the cone of a volcano.
At different heights upon this hill, we could see from below broad terraces running round and round it.