The combination of green mountains, blue ridges and bare rock cliffs was grand.

Here our road forked, and at this point we had a moment's excitement.

We met an old indian man with a baby tied upon his back, and his old wife, carrying a burden, followed after.

Before them a black bull was calmly walking.

The moment the old man saw us, he waved his arms and cried out, in great excitement, "_Toro, muy bravo_!" (Bull, very fierce!) and hastened forward to catch the lasso wound round the horns of the beast to lead him out of our way.