At sunset we are rattling through the streets of the little town of Cordova.

Every one knows how the snow lies in the valleys of the Alps, forming a plain which slopes gradually downward towards the outlet Imagine such a valley ten miles across, with just such a sloping plain, not of snow but of earth.

There are even many huts built entirely of the universal aloe.

If you are a married man resident in Cuba, you cannot get a passport to go to the next town without your wife's permission in writing.

Coughs seem very common here, especially among the children, though people look strong and healthy, but in the absence of proper statistics one cannot undertake to say whether the district is a healthy one or not.

We are at last on the high lands of Mexico, the districts which at least three different races have chosen to settle in, neglecting the fertile country below.

Everything that is really Mexican is either Aztec or Spanish.