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window opened to the floor, and to keep thieves out and guests in, 
was latticed with half-inch iron bars. It was luxury, however, when 
compared with the native huts, and we rested well, and had no advent- 
ures. To be sure. 1 did have a queer experience the first night when 
I lay down for awhile with one hand hanging down by the side of 
the bed, and on drawing it up something dropped off with a soft thud 
that had me wide awake in an instant. A light and a search revealed 
nothing, and 1 came to the conclusion that it was one of the small vam- 
pire bats that are common in Mexico, and that alight so gently on man 
or animal that even if wide awake they do not know it. So common 
are they, and so troublesome, that horses and mules are invariably kept 
under cover after dark, as these little blood-seekers rarely venture into 
houses. 
The next morning it was quite cool, as a norther was blowing, 
and the thermometer registered only ninety-five. On arising, we took 
our clothes in our arms, and clad only in pajamas, walked down the 
sandy street two blocks to the baths, where we luxuriated for an hour 
or more. After coffee, we visited the market, and saw the far famed 
Tehuantepec women in their very striking headdress, of which so much 
is said ; but aside from its becoming effect, no one seems to know much 
about it. I personally was interested to see how it was made, and so 
walked behind some of the dusky beauties as they marched off, and took 
a good, long look. The headdress is simply a white dress with a wide 
flounce around the bottom. This flounce is starched stiff and put upon 
the head so that it stands up like a huge ruffle. The rest of the gar- 
ment, sleeves and all, hang down the back. I almost wish, however, 
that I did not know this, as the effect is not half as artistic since my 
eyes were opened. 
There was reallv little of sightseeing in Tehuantepec ; the market, 
the pueblo across the river, the ruins left by the earthquake four years 
before, were about all. Perhaps it was the climate, but it was more 
fun to sit on the brick sidewalk in front of the hotel and watch passers- 
by, dog fights, and predatory pigs than to chase around after information. 
Anyhow, there was no rubber grown there, and rubber was my errand to 
the Isthmus. Speaking of dogs, every Mexican and Indian in the hot 
country is a dog owner on a generous scale. Nor does he care what 
the breed, or the size, so long as the dog has four legs and a bark. 
They are, as a rule, a nlangy lot, exceedingly lean, and many of them 
are really half coyote. All are plentifully supplied with fleas, which 
they generously divide with all with whom they come in contact. 
