Almost eighty years of age, he was straight and lithe as a man of thirty.

His house and all the lesser buildings of his place were excellent and in fine condition.

A flight of steps led to the flat roof, from which we watched the sunset.

In the yard, were half a dozen hives for bees, made from the stocks of the _maguey_.

The old man was rich, and owned other houses, but he lives alone, his wife being dead and his daughters married.