MESSING AROUND IN MEXICO 



These Yaquis are a playful people, and they 

 dearly love to hold up the Southern Pacific 

 trains. That is one of their favorite sports 

 and pastimes. The tribe has been at war for 

 going on forty years, and it is not so numerous 

 as it once was; naturally, therefore, it would 

 work a hardship upon the survivors to run 

 more trains than they can handle. Nor can 

 a Yaqui do well without his accustomed sleep, 

 so the trains were run only by day and laid up 

 at night. 



Let me not imply that two generations of 

 habitual warfare with the Mexican govern- 

 ment has resulted in reducing the strength of 

 the tribe to any serious extent. Not so. 

 There have been deaths among the Yaquis, 

 to be sure deaths from accident, old age, 

 exposure, and general wear and tear. Prob- 

 ably, too, there has been a lot of acute indi- 

 gestion and ptomaine poisoning, for one could 

 hardly expect a party of Yaquis who had 

 suddenly fallen heir to a whole trainload of 

 canned goods to curb their appetites, especially 

 when flushed and glowing from the exercise of 

 chasing the train crew up the track or when 

 weary from the butchering of passengers. 

 Nothing induces such a healthy hunger as 



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