TLAXCALA (1898) We have always loved the State of Tlaxcala and its quaint little capital city of the same name.

For more than a dozen years its governor has been Prospero Cahuantzi, a pure-blood indian, whose native language is Aztec.
He is a large, well built man, with full face and little black eyes that are sunken deeply into the flesh.

He is a man of some force and energy.
The population of his little state, the most densely populated in the Republic, is almost entirely indian, and it at once fears, hates, and respects him.

Having made several previous visits to the city, and having always been graciously received by Don Prospero, we thought it hardly necessary to carry with us our usual letters of recommendation from the Federal authorities.
Just before we were ready to visit Tlaxcala, while we were in the City of Mexico, we learned that Governor Cahuantzi was there, on business.
We thought it best to call upon him, explaining our proposed work and asking his interest.

So to the Hotel Sanz, where he always stops when in the Capital, we went.