A crowd of indian women and children are always at the station when trains pass, to sell _tortillas, chalupas_, and _pulque_ to passengers; few travellers from the United States, passing over this road, have failed to notice the dark and ugly faces of these sellers, and have received their first impression of the indians of Mexico from seeing them.

Our party, three in number, reached Dos Rios in the morning and began work at the station with the women who were selling there.

Dr.Powell, as our interpreter, undertook the personal dealings, and our material, as was to be expected, was chiefly women.

When we came to record the names of our subjects, we found that every woman's first name was Maria, the differentiation between them being first found in the middle name.

They were little creatures, scarcely larger than well grown girls of eleven or twelve among ourselves.