This struck the simple and patient Indians as rather excessive, for what would then be left to divide between themselves?
So they took their grievance to Don Miguel to be settled.

I do not know of any white man in those parts who would have taken the trouble, as he did, to protect the poor Indians' rights against the wily schemers.
The old gentleman was not at home when I arrived at his ranch, but I met one of his sons, who lives at Guachochic.
"I am the postmaster," he said proudly, stepping forward and showing me, at the same time, his credentials, which he evidently always carried in his pocket.

The mail from the lowlands to the mining towns passes over this place, and the mail-carrier sleeps in this house.

In the course of the year he may also bring a few letters to the inhabitants of this part of the country.

We soon entered into a conversation about postal matters, which naturally interested me greatly, as I was anxious to communicate as often as possible with the outside world.