Thus attired he went to the unsophisticated Tarahumares in the more remote valleys and made them send out messengers to advise the people that he had come to baptise them, and that they were all to gather at a certain place to receive his blessings.

For each baptism he charged one goat, and by the time he thought it wise to retire he had quite a respectable herd to drive home.

When the Indians found out that they had been swindled, they caught him and put him into jail, intending to kill him; but unfortunately some of his Mexican confreres heard of his plight and came to his rescue.

However, a few years later, this notorious highwayman, who had several murders to answer for, was caught by the government authorities and shot.
On the road, as we travelled on, we met many Tarahumares carrying on their backs trays (_huacales_) with apples, which they were taking to market.

The price per tray was $2, and the apples were delicious.
At night it was very cold, the thermometer falling to 13 deg.