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angry if I were molested. This finished the soldier person, 

 and he disappeared amid much talking and great shakings of 

 the stick by the first officer or brigand. 



Still no sound of wheels, but a pleasant-faced Indian woman 

 came along carrying a huge basket on her head, a baby in a 

 blanket on her back and two chickens in her hands. I told 

 her as best I could that I was afraid of the man, and she 

 smiled, let me carry the chickens, and we trotted along to- 

 gether, followed by the militant brigand. But my guide's road 

 turned off from the main road, and I was again alone with the 

 barefooted, blue-calico-dressed officer. Fortunately for my 

 peace of mind, I soon came to a small adobe house, a cantina 

 where all the Indians stopped for a drink. My captor said 

 that I was not to stop, but I stopped. The Indian woman who 

 sold the drinks told me that I must do as the man said all 

 this in Spanish, so that I mostly guessed at what was said. 

 The officer said in a loud voice that I must go on, pronto 

 vamoose. I knew those words, and I sat a little more firmly 

 on the box, and a dozen or more Indians gathered about me, 

 and a little five-year-old girl who had left her burden at the 

 door put her hand in mine with some soft Spanish words. A 

 -pleasant-faced Indian began to argue with the officer, I thought 

 in my behalf, and all the time the Indians came in and out of 

 the little room, getting, I am afraid, a little more white eye 

 than was good for them and all stopping to regard the strange 

 Inglese lady. Ten rather anxious minutes went by, and my 

 captor was making further violent efforts with his stick when 

 I heard our driver's insistent "Mula ! Mula !" Never will 

 mules look so good to me again as those five that dashed 

 around the corner and drew up with a flourish in front of the 

 little cantina. 



The Gualtemaltecan's attitude changed amazingly when he 

 saw five other Americans. He insisted that he thought I was 

 poisoning the plants, but so differently did he feel that he 

 went out and brought a beautiful chrysalis, a souvenir of the 

 occasion, perhaps. 



