CHAPTER XX. 



THE MORNING AND NIGHT DEW. THE TERRE-FROIDE. WA- 

 TER-SPOUTS AND WHIRLWINDS. THE BARBARY TIG- 

 TREES. THE CACTUS - PLANTS. THE VIZNAGA. OUR 



HOPES DISAPPOINTED. DON BENITO COYOTEPEC. 



r | ^HE sun had not risen when we were up and ready to 

 -*- start. We shivered with cold, for on the great plateau 

 which we had now reached, to which the inhabitants of the 

 lower regions give the name of Terre-Froide., the mornings 

 are frosty. The profound darkness was succeeded by a 

 dim twilight, afterwards by a fog, which penetrated our 

 clothing as much as rain. 



" There has been no shower," cried Lucien, " and yet we 

 are all wet." 



