Photograph by Frank H. Probert 



OFFERING DRAWN-WORK FOR SAFE TO TOURISTS ON A MEXICAN RAILROAD 



The Mexican Indian woman seems to have been born with a needle in her hand. Her 

 drawn-work, for delicacy, beauty, and grace of design, is surpassed by none in the world. 

 She can take the sheerest of handkerchief linen and draw out threads in a way that is the 

 admiration and despair of many a cultured needlewoman. 



springs have come out of their mystery 

 in recent years and have been prosaically 

 made to supply purer water to the City 

 of Mexico. 



These springs, as one sees them now, 

 are bowls ioo feet in diameter and 30 to 

 40 feet deep, with water clear as crystal 

 and cold, bursting up in the lake at the 

 foot of the Sierra de Ajusco and fed by 

 the snows. It is a remarkable experience 

 to lunch there and drink the good water 

 to the health of the spirit of the springs 

 who has a choice assortment of broken 

 crockery in his keeping. Views of snowy 



Popocatepetl are glimpsed up the vistas 

 of the lanes between the floating gardens 

 on the return and heighten the lovely re- 

 flections of the evening. 



The houses of the amiable Xochimilcos 

 are flimsy structures, but well-built and 

 neat, and a visitor receives quite a favor- 

 able impression of the people. The prettv 

 children make friends easily and load 

 down the Americano with presents of 

 flowers loved by the lake dwellers as 

 they were by their Aztec ancestors. Any 

 one who shows a liking for flowers has 

 won the way to their affection. 



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