Near it, upon a little side gorge, two lovely springs burst forth from the rock.

From them a babbling stream of sparkling water flows, in which, in the bright sunshine, women wash clothes, and lay them out on bushes or grassy banks to dry; little naked children play about while the mothers labor; hither dusky maidens come to perform their toilets; here women fill their _ollas_ with water; here _pulque_-gatherers wash and scrape their skin bottles.

In the little tank below, where the water lies so clear that everything is visible upon its bottom, one may see axolotls creeping.

They are water-salamanders, but they have a strange history.

Like frogs, they pass through a series of changes, and the larval is very different from the adult form.