wound in the rebozo, with its bare legs straddling
her and sticking out. The men wear a sandal quite different from the
ordinary Mexican footgear.

Of the 100 that were to be measured, Jose was one. Jose was of a better
family, a character in the town, and proud. He rebelled. This breach of
the professor's authority could not be allowed. Jose was summoned by the
president of the town, the honeyed, affable "Senor Presidente," the same
who had been called the drunken scoundrel, now accommodating, a true and
emotional friend. Jose sent a thousand excuses, and finally defiance.

"That man," cried the professor, showing his writ of authority from the
_jefe politico_ of the district, "I order to be arrested."

Jose did not flee. He was found next morning in the bull ring riding a
bull. He was arrested by the Chicagoan's orders, and taken to jail. He
was peremptorily ordered by the professor to appear for the measurement.
He escaped, and again defied the powers. He was again caught, and it was
explained to him by the president that this man of might from the beyond
had sworn to drag Jose with him all the way across this wild country
slowly to Tehuantepec, thence back to the city of Oaxaca, where the
state authorities would deal most painfully with him. And this, indeed,
in mighty manner and impressively, had the "man from the beyond" sworn
to do. Jose came and was measured, and I afterward saw him calling to
the professor to come and take a jolly drink out of the gourd he was
shaking at him, in the manner of a comrade.

In the afternoon, the work being done, the civilities and sugared
conduct must be continued, with a view to future visits. The professor
wanted to enter the church, which, though modern, stands in the
middle of one of the mysterious ruins. The church was locked, and the
mayor-domo not to be found.

"But I must photograph a strange picture you have in there."

"The mayor-domo is drunk, at your service, my most excellent friend,"
replied the president, sympathetically. "I am sorry, but he got under
the influence three days ago at the beginning of the feast, and he has
slept ever since. Ah, the mayor-domo is sleeping now, my excellent
friend, and he has the keys."

"You shall send a boy into the tower to ring the bell and wake the
mayor-domo," cried the professor.

The crowd sat on the stone steps, the bell was pealed, and at last the
church was opened, and the picture photographed.

The procession then