A trip to Mexico, being notes of a journey from Lake Erie to Lake Tezcuco and back, with an appendix, containing and being a paper about the ancient nations and races who inhabited Mexico before and (14784087803)

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Title: A trip to Mexico, being notes of a journey from Lake Erie to Lake Tezcuco and back, with an appendix, containing and being a paper about the ancient nations and races who inhabited Mexico before and at the time of the Spanish conquest, and the ancient stone and other structures and ruins of ancient cities found there
Year: 1880 (1880s)
Authors: Becher, Henry C. R
Subjects: Mexico -- Description and travel Mexico -- Antiquities
Publisher: Toronto : Willing and Williamson
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN



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e taking and pic-turesque the more we see of them. I must not for-get the street cries, or rather the many who crythem : there is the water-carrier, perhaps thestrangest in get up and appearance of them all ;he has two large globular red porous earthern jarssuspended from his shoulders, so large, the wonderis how he can carry them; these he fills at the aque-duct and takes from house to house, slaking thethirst of those who stop him on his way. There isthe woman with a brazier of hot charcoal and otherapparatus all ready, who wants you to wait whileshe sits on the curb-stone and cooks you some fish—and there is the fish, sea fish from the gulf, 263miles off, all ready too, to be cooked—and I seeshe has a bit simmering in a griddle which has avery savoury flavour to the nostrils—wouldnt youlike some ? And there is another woman with a likebrazier and apparatus ready to cook you, now andhere, mysterious dishes with many beans and muchoil, and garlic and peppers among them. And p p
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I s ^ o I I 0. a o«5 THE STREETS OF MEXICO. oS there are tortilla and s\^eet-cake and sweet-meatsellers, and the butcher and the general peddler, andthe man selling charcoal strapped to his back likea soldiers knapsack, and a score of others, allstrangely picturesque, even if raggedly clothed,and all busily crying their wares in lusty street-crySpanish. The main streets are generally crowded,and the mules, donkeys, horses, carriages, carts,vehicles of every description, with their drivers andriders, are continual sights to which our eyes openwide. The caballero, as he prances by on his met-tled horse always stops us, that we may see moreof him and what he wears and carries about him.If his steed were a Rozinante, the rowels of hisspurs might almost be made to meet in its middle. We like to go into the patio of our hotel whenthe diligences arrive from Toluca and elsewhere.Six mules, and such a jingling and rattling, as theycome in ! The passengers seem mostly of the cabal-lero class,