The first portion of the road was well-watered, but afterward it became hot, dry, and stony.

Having gained the pass looking down upon the valley, we could see, at its further side, lying on a terrace, the pueblo of San Bartolo, stretching out in a long line near the front of a mighty mountain, upon which plainly our way would pass.

It was almost noon when we reached the municipal-house, and found that our carriers had already arrived, and left the luggage.
Here things were really quite as bad as at Tequixistlan, but here fortunately we had no work to do.

The town was Zapotec.

One might suppose, from its being upon the main high-road, that they would be accustomed to see strangers.