One night when he was asleep, drunk, a fly laid its eggs in his nose, and when these were hatched it seemed as if the man was to be eaten up alive.

I gave him some relief by syringing the parts with a solution of corrosive sublimate.

Then an intelligent Mexican, who had an extensive knowledge of the numberless native medicinal plants (many of which, no doubt, are very valuable), treated the patient, and in two days the poor wretch seemed to be in a fair way to be saved.
Near Granados I heard of some petroglyphs, or rock-carvings, and sent Mr.Stephen to examine them.

The Mexicans called them "Painted Face." They were to be found only two miles and a half to the northwest of the town, and were interesting.

The designs were rudely pecked on the moderately smooth felsite cliffs on a nearly perpendicular wall in the foot-hills, about forty feet above the bed of the arroyo, or gulch.