We had had such ill success in locating Totonacs so far, that, at our suggestion, they telephoned to the _jefe_ at Tenango inquiring regarding the populations of Huehuetla and Pantepec, with the result that we decided to visit those towns.
At Tulancingo, we had been snubbed by the _jefe_, who would not treat with us outside of office hours.

When the _presidente_ of Pahuatlan took us to the house where arrangements had been made for our accommodation, we found a garrulous, simple-minded, individual who was set to clear our room and make our beds.

To myself, as leader of the company, he was attentive and ceremonious in the highest degree, and on several occasions he took my companions to task for their ignorance regarding the proper deference to display toward me.

He inquired whether we were acquainted with Senor Arroyo, _jefe politico_ of Tulancingo, and then informed us, with pride that that gentleman was his "Senor Padre." "If so, Senors, you may well ask why you see me thus dressed in _calzoncillos_.

For two reasons: first, I am not a legitimate son, no, Senors, my lady mother, who bore me was an Otomi indian, but I am the acknowledged illegitimate son of my honored Senor Padre.