From this valley we rose onto a yet grander range.

Here we had our first Mixe experience.

At the very summit, where the road became for a little time level, before plunging down into the profound valley beyond, we met two Indians, plainly Mixes.

Both were bareheaded, and both wore the usual dirty garments--a cotton shirt over a pair of cotton trousers, the legs of which were rolled up to the knees or higher.

The younger of the men bore a double load, as he had relieved his companion.
The old man's face was scratched and torn, his hands were smeared with blood and blood stained his shirt.