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substance, like the white of a soft boiled 
egg. This was repeated every five or ten 
seconds, evidently to keep it from burn¬ 
ing. It is made from the soft, pulpy 
leaves or stalks of the nopal cactus; and 
is about as palatable to a white man as 
gruel and sawdust would be. The other 
pot contained some mixture of corn, 
beans, and probably one or two other 
more savage ingredients, a sort of Sierra 
Madre succotash. 
In one corner of the room—I might 
say the house, for there was only one 
room in the house—was a rude loom for 
weaving blankets, which they make from 
the wool of their mountain sheep, and 
which under all the circumstances are 
quite creditable. The ornamentation is 
not very great, and yet none of them 
lack this seemingly necessary part of 
