At Huancito and some other pueblos, they make little _canteras_ with a red ground and decorative designs in black and white.

One thing, offered in the market, was new to us, dishes full of _ucuares_--long, irregular, swollen, dry, brown objects that looked like stewed worms with thick and fleshy skins.

One _centavo_ bought far more than any person would be likely to eat; even after having been stewed in sugar, they were bitter, and had a foul smell that was most unpleasant; they appeared to be roots or tubers of some plant.
Naturally, our work had attracted much attention in Chilchota.

No one of the many dozen visitors who came to see us at the _meson_ was so profoundly impressed as a boy of fourteen, named Ignacio.

Appearing early in the morning, he remained with us almost all the hours of the twenty-four.