Here we shared a lumber pile with two or three young men and suffered frightfully from cold all night.

We were up early, as sleep was impossible, and filled our time as best we could, until it was light enough to photograph the picture.
We had our letter from Padre Ponce to the _cura_, in which he recommended the priest to have us photograph the painting.

This letter and the governor's letter we had shown the town officials the night before, telling them that we should make the picture.

They replied that they could not give permission to do so during the _padre's_ absence.
After we had breakfasted, and the light had become sufficient, we made our way to the old church, in front of which are some beautifully gnarled and irregular ancient olive trees, amid which the old bells are quaintly hung.

Entering the church, we soon found the Titian, a descent from the cross.