I wanted him to accompany me on my visits to the few houses here, as the people were very shy and timid.

Although he was very much engaged, as I could see, having to look after his animals as well as his wife, he obligingly went with me to two houses.

We saw a woman with twins; one of them a miserable-looking specimen, suffering from lack of food.
There were also some cave-dwellings near Yoquibo, one or two of which were occupied.

In the afternoon, when I went out alone, the people all disappeared the moment they saw me approaching, except one group of strangers who had come to beg and did not pay any attention to me.

They were too busily engaged in making ready for the pot a certain kind of larvae, by extracting them from the cocoon, a small white sac of silky texture found on the strawberry tree.
The guide told me that Indians like these, who beg for food, always return, to those who give them alms, the amount of the gift, as soon as their circumstances allow.
Here in Yoquibo I met one of those Mexican adventurers who under one pretext or another manage to get into the Indian villages and cannot be routed out again.