Our reputation had preceded us.

I asked a child at the _meson_ to bring me a mug of water.

When he brought it, I noticed that the mug was of the characteristic black and green ware of the Once Pueblos, but asked the boy where it was made.
With a cunning look, he answered, "O yes, that comes from where you people have been,--up at the Once Pueblos." And yet we had not come over the road from the Once Pueblos, but by the main highway from Parracho.
Rested and refreshed, we started at 12:30 for the long fourteen leagues of journey.

We passed Pichataro, where the round paddles for Patzcuaro canoes are made, and where the applewood, so prized as material for spear-throwers, is procured.

We passed Sabina, where the canoes themselves are hollowed out, miles from their launching place, to which they must be carried over mountains.