As we crossed the great stone bridge, we met a drunken indian who attached himself to our party.

Between him and the Mexican members of our party, there arose hostility and an exchange of angry words.

To us, personally, he was maudlinly affectionate and respectful.

Finally, shaking him off, after climbing a considerable height, we stopped at Belen for a noonday rest and lunch.

Dinner having been ordered, we seated ourselves in the shade, when our drunken friend again appeared upon the scene, and in great excitement, begged me to move, as it was certain death for a heated and perspiring person to sit in the shadow of a Peru tree.