We noticed strikingly, what had before suggested itself to us, that through this district flowers of certain colors mass themselves together.

Thus, on this slope, the hundreds of bunches of flame-colored orchids were rivalled by clusters of a tubular flower perhaps an inch in length, of almost the same hues.

Along the glen-road near Tepanapa all sorts of flowers seemed to be pink or flesh-colored, while along the jungle-bank, near the coffee plantation, everything was blue or purple.

When we reached Zautla, neither the _presidente_, the _secretario_ nor the _segundo_ was in town.

The big _topil_, whose head was healing, did the honors of the place.