They invited us to stop with them, but we were already well housed by the authorities.

As we left, the woman went to the corner, and, from a pile of similar objects, took two things neatly wrapped in corn-husks.

On opening them, we found that they were eggs, which are frequently wrapped in this way for storage, in all the indian towns.
Although we had ordered food for the horses, at seven o'clock it had not appeared.

We called at the town-house several times, but still no _zacate_.

Our dinner came, and the afternoon passed, but still no fodder for the horses was produced, and the poor animals had eaten nothing, practically, for two whole days, although subjected to hard work and the pelting storm.