CHAPTER XXII 



Pan de Guajaibon 



Thursday, June 4th. At a very early hour our 

 host entered the shoproom where we slept and 

 opened the doors to the fresh morning air and to 

 the chickens that immediately swarmed in. Eager 

 to get started on our journey we hurriedly laced on 

 our leggings and repacked the canvas saddle-bag 

 containing all we possessed. At six, our young 

 Lochinvar, whose real name is Francisco Gomez, or 

 ' ' Pancho,*' for short, arrived with four rather tired- 

 looking little horses that he had gathered the day 

 before from far and near. Their saddles were of 

 great antiquity, with practically all straps broken 

 and mended with pieces of string. The bridles were 

 a composite of leather remnants, rope, clothes-line, 

 and string. The stirrups had all suffered operations 

 of some sort and were bandaged with wire. Pan- 

 cho smiled faintly as we inspected the outfit and 

 appeared to enjoy the situation. Thus equipped 



we set forth much like four Sancho Panzas in 



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