I went to the good man's house and found him hearing confessions.

Leaving with him the letters from the archbishop and the _jefe_, I returned to my work, leaving word that the horses would have to stay where they were, as there was no other suitable place for their keeping.

After a hard day's work, the night started very cold, and we hurried to bed early.

All were sleeping, but myself, when a rap came at the door.

It was a message from the _cura_, begging us to come to the _curato_, where we would be more comfortable.