In the early evening the breeze came loaded with the fragrance of the golden balls of the acacia.

There was bright moonlight, and we could see the country, even after sunset.
The latter portion of the journey was through low swampy ground, much of the time over causeways.
There are few towns in central Mexico, not on a railroad, to be compared with Zamora.

It is large, clean, well built, and presents an air of unusual comfort.

The main _plaza_ is large, and finely planted with palms, orange-trees, roses and flowering shrubs.

The orange-trees were in full bloom and the air was heavy with their odor.