A supper of eggs, _tortillas_, and chocolate was soon served.

Before we had finished the moon had risen and by its light the doctor and his friend started on their return to town.

We slept on beds, made of boards laid upon sawhorses, in a grain store-room, where rats were running around all night long.
The next day, we were again at Mitla.

It was a festival day, that of the Conversion of St.Paul the Apostle.

In the evening there were rockets, the band played, and a company of drummers and _chirimiya_ blowers went through the town.