A basket, carefully carried by one, was suspected to contain our breakfast.

The burdens were shouldered, and we started out in the cool, fresh morning air, for the village, where we arrived in about half an hour.

It is a town of less than one hundred people, situated upon a little mountain, hidden, to one looking from Tlaxcala, by intervening hills.

We were received in the town-house, which is a portion of the old church building; mass was in progress, and we told those who received us, that we had no wish to interfere with their religious duties; that those who wished, might go to service.

Most went, but two or three were left as a committee of entertainment.