There is no table; there are few chairs, and these of raw hide nailed upon a rude frame.

There are bedsteads of bamboo; the universal tortilla-stone; mats of palm-leaf; baskets of the same material; a small altar-like fireplace in the middle of the floor; a bandolin hanging by the wall; a saddle of stamped leather, profusely ornamented with silver nails and plates; a hair bridle, with huge Mameluke bit; an escopette and sword, or machete; an endless variety of gaily-painted bowls, dishes, and cups, but neither knife, fork, nor spoon.

Such are the movables of a "rancho" in the _tierra caliente_.
You may see the ranchero by the door, or attending to his small, wiry, and spirited horse, outside.

The man himself is either of Spanish blood or a "mestizo" (half-breed).

He is rarely a pure Indian, who is most commonly a peon or labourer, and who can hardly be termed a "ranchero" in its proper sense.
The ranchero is picturesque--his costume exceedingly so.