258 Naturalist at Large 



better served had they returned to replenish the faculties 

 of their native lands. 



Americans at last are beginning to learn of the joy of 

 traveling in Mexico. The new highway has played some 

 part, but the interchange of students, North Americans 

 who have attended the summer school at the University 

 of Mexico, and the reverse process, have played a part 

 which it is quite impossible to exaggerate in building up 

 the friendliness which now exists and which should have 

 existed for many years. 



I remember in particular a trip we took to Mexico in 

 April 193 1, while our ship, the Utowana, lay at anchor in 

 Mazatlan Bay. My wife, my daughter Mary, and I got a 

 horse and wagon and set out after fresh fruits and vege- 

 tables. 



We were some dozen miles inland when Rosamond 

 spotted a tree laden with Hmes. There was a small dusty 

 roadside general store near by and I asked the storekeeper 

 if he owned the lime tree. He said yes. I asked if he would 

 sell us some Hmes. He said no. I was surprised, as he didn't 

 look very prosperous and I thought he would seize the 

 opportunity to do a little business. Not so. While we 

 talked and talked, as one does in Mexico, I learned that 

 the lime tree was very prickly, that picldng limes was 

 tiresome and dreary, and if he picked them he feared he 

 would have to charge more for them than we were likely 

 to pay, and so on. Finally we agreed to pick them our- 

 selves and then set a price after we had seen how many 

 we secured. 



Down the road came a small bunch of scrubby cattle, 



