He is a master of the Aztec, and uses it in its most poetical and figurative style.

He does not speak like common men, but his conversation abounds in metaphor and flowers of speech.

When once one spoke to him of his lonely and solitary life, he said, "Alone and solitary! No, we are three! There are here myself, my good angel, and my bad angel.

I am never alone." Isidro knows all the boundaries of the fields, and can trace all the titles, and is frequently appealed to in land disputes, and even in law cases, is summoned to give testimony.

He received us heartily, offered cigarettes and ordered supper.