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which burrows in the flesh, and which when approaching maturity is 
about an inch long. It is supposed to be hatched from the egg of a fly, 
some say a butterfly, and is very easily disposed of if one knows what 
it is. When once imbedded in the flesh, it has the appearance of a blind 
boil, but under a magnifying glass, the head of the creature can be seen 
just above the skin, and a little sticky substance, such as rubber sap, 
suffocates it, and it is easily extracted. 
The next two days were set apart for more plantation visiting, but 
my good luck, as far as weather was concerned, suddenly fled. It rained 
so hard that traveling would have been torture, and visiting folly, so on 
the third day I turned my face towards the City of Mexico — a far cry, 
however, for first must come a long afternoon’s tramp along the railroad 
track to Achotal. We did it, reaching the town at dusk. Then followed 
FILISOLA IN ITS PALMY DAYS. 
[Photo Copyright by C. B. Waited 
the wait until one in the morning, when the train arrived. We waited 
on cots in Antonio’s palatial shed, which we shared with mozos, dogs, pigs, 
mules, horses, and the “murderer.” The last named was the only really 
interesting bit of scenery there. He appeared soon after the rest were 
asleep, and crouched by the side of the door of the next hut, his sullen 
face filled with hate, his hand toying with the hilt of a wicked looking 
knife. He wasn't after us. so we let him alone. At 12.30 we got up, 
took our traps, stumbled over a family of sleeping porkers that were 
lying in the passage between the huts, sidled down a narrow plank to 
the railroad track, squeezed in between a lot of mozos who, wrapped 
in blankets, covered the depot platform, and awaited the coming of the 
