Our letter from the _jefe_ introduced us to Don Macario Espinola, a _mestizo_, owner of the chief store in the village, who showed us gracious hospitality.

We were guests of honor.

The parlor was surrendered to our use; the chairs were placed in such a way that, when supplied with mattress, sheets, and blankets, they made capital beds.

Our meals were good.

Don Macario, on hearing the purpose of our visit, placed himself entirely at our disposition.
Unfortunately, he gained the idea that the people whom we wanted for measurement and photography were old folk, and the most astonishing collection of aged men and women was summoned from every part of the village and surrounding neighborhood, and all had to be measured, although the measurements were afterwards discarded.
[Illustration: YODOCONO] Leaving Yodocono at ten the following morning, we rode to Tilantongo.
Though assured that the road was over a district as level as a floor, we found a good deal of up-hill riding.