Going to a little shop on the roadside, where strong drinks were sold, we stopped, and after preparing a remedy with the help of a passing Indian, threw the horse down, wedged his mouth open, and gave him what seemed to be an unsavory draught.

More than an hour was lost out of our already short afternoon by this veterinary practice, and long before we reached Etla, where we were compelled to pass the night, it was dark.
Leaving Etla in the morning, looking down as we passed out from the city upon a wonderful group of mounds, we passed rather slowly through the town of Huitzo.

Don Anselmo and I loitered, as we found the whole country to be rich in ancient relics, examples of which were to be found in almost every house.

As the afternoon passed, we found that we were likely to be completely left by our companions, and were forced to hasten on.

The latter part of the daylight ride was up a continuous, and at times steep, ascent.