Strolling down to the river after supper we found it broad but very shallow; it did not reach our knees at any point, when we waded across it; the bottom was, as we imagined it would be from the name, moving sand.

After a bath in the much too shallow stream for swimming, we returned refreshed to our comfortable beds.

As anticipated, we found the bill, when presented in the morning, truly regal; after some demur, our queenly hostess reduced it slightly, but, even so, we were reminded of the summer-resorts of our own country.
Tequixistlan, perhaps the largest of the Chontal towns, we found without an official head.

While we were in Tehuantepec the _jefe_ received notice of his father's death.

This notice had been duly sent to all the villages and towns within the district, and, on a certain day, the _presidente_ and other chief officers of the different pueblos gathered at Tehuantepec to express their sympathy by speeches and to present flowers to the official.