The flower-bud is cut out, and a neat, deep cup is fashioned amid the bases of the cluster of leaves.

The sap which should produce that wonderful growth is poured into this cup.

The _pulque_ gatherer, with his long gourd collecting-tube, and skin carrying-bottle, goes from plant to plant and gathers the _agua miel_--honey-water.

Fermented, it becomes the whitish, dirty, ropy, sour-tasting, bad-smelling stuff so dear to the indians.

And the Otomi are fond of _pulque_.