CHAPTER VII. 
GUATEMALA TO ESQUIPULAS. 
E ARLY one morning Frank and I rode out of the city 
and up hill to an elevation of twelve hundred 
feet, passing the aqueduct and getting several fine views 
of the capital, — better in some respects than the view from 
the Cerro del Carmen ; for now the two volcanoes were 
■clear. As the road was excellent, and our animals were 
in thorough trim, we both got more enjoyment in the 
saddle than from almost any other mode of sight-seeing. 
We were leaving the volcanoes of Antigua; but Pacaya 
was before us, and we had entered a distinctly volcanic 
region. We passed 
several small vil¬ 
lages, in one of which 
we breakfasted on 
D _ honey and tortillas. 
Cerro Redondo is a 
small hamlet of perhaps a thousand inhabitants, whose 
chief occupation is coffee-culture. The “round hill ” which 
gives the name is a small, very regular volcanic cone,— 
one of a number less regular extending towards the Pacific 
coast. Here in the road-cut were black volcanic sands 
and plenty of vesicular lava. As the daylight waned, we 
met men, women, and children coming from their day s 
work in the cafetal, and a contented, happy company they 
