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knew half dozen English phrases. “Are you American or 
English? Is your President Mr. Roosevelt? Are you mar- 
ried? How old are you?” When I satisfied him upon all 
these important questions, and he had helped me catch a large 
butterfly, and accepted with great thanks $2.00 (10 cents) he 
went back to his wood cutting. A white-throated humming 
bird came and settled on my net, and every few minutes I 
added a new species of bee to my collection. 
Much too soon it was eleven o’clock, and I felt I must get 
back near enough to the road to see the carriage. Unfortu- 
nately, when I could see the road I could be seen, and, as 
many Indians were passing along, I found myself inspected 
by them. I tried to go on with my collecting as though I was 
quite accustomed to work with fifty Indians looking on. In 
the main, I did not think them unfriendly, though I was told 
that they do not like foreigners. I saw no white people and 
I understood that there were very few in that part of the 
country. An Indian came and looked over the fence and asked 
me what I was doing. I explained in Spanish, which I had 
carefully learned by heart, that I caught butterflies and flies, 
mariposas and moscas, and I hoped it was permitted. At that 
he began shaking his stick in my face, and talking volumes 
of Spanish, none of which I understood. I tried to pretend 
that I took no further interest in him and went on with my 
collecting, but when he began to crawl under the fence I 
crawled out. I could argue the case better on the road, and I 
expected the carriage every minute. He came up near to me 
waving his stick, and when I seemed not to be taking the mat- 
ter as seriously as he intended, he called and a man with a 
gun appeared, possibly a soldier. He was the funniest sight 
I ever expect to see—his gun was a most curious old-fashioned 
sort; he was barefooted, of course, and had on trousers made 
of flour sacks with ‘“Pillsbury’s Best’? quite conspicuous on 
one leg. He said that I was arrested and I laughed—the flour 
sack trousers were so very funny! I explained again what I 
was doing, and that I was a friend of the priest, who would be 
