We replied that we would be glad to have fresh meat, if there was any to be had.

He replied, "There is always fresh meat here; someone kills every day." It really appeared in the dinner, but, as we ate it, our host remarked--"Gentlemen, it is indeed lucky that you arrived here just now, because to-night we have fresh meat, and like enough a month will pass before anyone in town kills again." Our teacher friend fully appreciated his opportunity, and we paid a large price for our meal, with its fresh meat, our beds on the school benches, and the fodder supplied our horses.

The next day being Saturday, the _maestro_ offered to accompany us to Ixcuintepec, where his half-brother, the local teacher, would welcome our coming and arrange for our entertainment.
Passing Camotlan, we entered a magnificent gorge, along one side of which we climbed, passing in front of lovely cascades and having magnificent outlooks.

While we were on this trail, we encountered the _maestro_ from Ixcuintepec, who was on his way to Quezaltepec to spend his holiday.

A whispered word with his half-brother, our companion, quickly changed his plan, and he accompanied us.