Among those who agreed to have their pictures taken was a dignified, courteous old man, who thought he was a hundred years old, but was probably only eighty.

He showed me some scars on his body, which were a souvenir from a fight he once had with a bear.
In order to see more of the Southern Pimas I went to the near-by village of Yepachic, which I think is also a Tarahumare name, yepa meaning snow.

There are, however, more Mexicans than Pimas in the village, and the presidente was a half-caste Tarahumare; he was once a shepherd, but had made money by trading mescal to the natives--six bottles for a cow.
Although the Pimas whom I visited in the neighbourhood, were very reserved, and even more Indian-like than the Tarahumares I had seen so far, still in their dress they showed more traces of advancing civilisation than the latter tribe.

Everything here betrays the nearness of the mines, with the characteristic accompaniment of cheap clothes, cheap, tawdry jewelry, and a slight influx of iron cooking utensils.

The Pimas, like the Tarahumares, use pine cones for combs; and we picked up several discarded ones near their houses.
I went still fifteen miles further northward, but found that most of the Indians there had gone to the Pinos Altos mines to look for work.