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The torches flare and flame, the frijole fires sparkle, 

 and the venders of duJces, and many curious nuts and 

 fruits peddled by scores of women, add a foreign 



THE VOLCANO FROM THE CITY 



touch to it all. Sombreros and serapes reflect soft 

 hues, and the swarthy faces and dark eyes of the 

 Mexicans look curiously out at us as Ave pass. Once or 

 twice we meet a brown-skinned American prospector 

 or miner, distinguished by a battered felt hat and an 

 open revolver holster. He greets us, as only an Amer- 

 ican can who is isolated in such a distant corner of 

 the world. 



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