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VMBRELLA
IN MEXICO
F. HOPKINSON.SMITH
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A WHITE UMBRELLA
IN MEXICO
BY
F. HOPKINSON SMITH
Typo-Gravures by W. Kum.
I dedica te this book to the most charmi'lg of
all the señoritas I know; the one flJhose face
Iingers longest in m)' menzory while 1 anz awa)',
and whose arms open widest when I ,'eturn; the
most patient of m)' listeners, the most generolts
of m)' critics-m)' li/tle daltghter MARiON.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER PACB
INTRODUCTION
I. A MORNING IN GUANA]UATO.
11. AFTER DARK IN SILAO 29
111. THE OPALS OF QUERÉTARO 45
IV. SOME PEONS AT AGUAS CALIENTES 6[
V. THE OLD CHA[R [N THE SACRISTY
AT ZACATÉCAS . 79
VI. IN THE CITY'S STREETS [00
VII. ON THE PASEO 119
VIII. PALM SUNDAY IN PUEBLA DE LOS
ANGELES. 128
IX. A DAY IN TOLUCA 152
X. To MORELIA WITH MOON • 165
XI. PÁTZCUARO AND THE LAKE I77
XII. TZINTZÚNTZAN AND THE TITIAN !95
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
PAGR
THE PULQUE PLANT
THE PATIO OF MY BENEFACTOR 7
CHURCH OF LA PARRÓQU[A. • 15
GARDEN PARK AT GUANA]UATO 20
. CHURCH OF SANTIAGO, SILAO • 29
THE PLAINS OF S[LAO 35
THE W ATER.J ARS OF QUERÉTARO 45
CHURCH OF SANTA CLARA . • • 51
THE GARDEN OF THE SEÑORITAS 56
MARKET·PLACE AT QUERÉTARO 60
H[GHWAY OF AGUA S CAL[ENTES 61
ADOBE HUTS • . . . . • • 67
THE OLD GARDENER'S AZALEAS 77
THE OLD CHAIR OF TH E SACR[STY • 79
SmE ENTRANCE OF CATHEDRAL OF ZACA·
TtCAS. • . • . . . . 83
THE STEPS OF THE ARCADES • 87
THE GREAT DOME OF SAN FRANCIS CO [00
THE LITTLE DOME OF THE CHAPEL OF
SAN ANTONIO • • . . • [05
KITCHEN OF THE HOTEL JARDl N, FORMER·
LY THE CHAPEL OF SAN ANTONIO 107
Vlll Lis! 01 I/lustrations
THE PEON GIRL IN THE CONVENT WIN-
DO\V _ • 108
A MORNING I N GUANA]UATO.
"CABALLERO! A
donde va usted?"
"To Silao, to
see tbe cathedral
lighted."
"Alone? "
" Cierto! un-
less you go. "
1 \Vas half way
across the open
space d ivid ing the railroad from the city
of Silao \Vhen 1 was brought t o a stand-
still by this inquiry. The questioner was
my íriend Morgan, an Englishm an, who
had lived ten years in the country and
knew it thoroughl y.
H e was pl aced here in charge oí the
propertyoí th e road the day the last spike
\Vas driven. A short, thickset, clear blue-
eyed, and brown - bearded Briton, whose
word was law, and whose brawny arm
)0 A White Umbrella in Mexico
T H E OPALS OF QUERÉTARO.
I T stood just
inside th e door
as 1 entered
from the main
body of the
church. Rich-
Iy carved, with
gr e a t arms
broadened out
where the el-
bows touched,
it h ad the air
of being espe-
cially designed for some overfed, lazy prel-
ate. The hand rests were rounded in
wide flut es, convenient spaces for his fat
fin gers. The legs bowed out slightl y from
th e seat, then curved sharply, and finally
terminated in four g rotesque claws, each
clutching a great round ball, - here his
80 A Whíte Umbrella in Mexico
CITY'S STREETS.
ON THE PASEO.
TH E Eng-
lish dogeart
a nd th e
F reneh bon-
n e t h ave
just broken
out in the
b est soeiety
of Mexico.
The disease
d o ubtle ss
carne inwith
th e rail-
r oads.
At pres-
ent the cases are sporadic, and only the
young cab allero who knows Piccadilly an d
the gay se ñcy:ita who h as watehed the bril-
liant procession pass und er th e Are de Tri-
omphe are affeeted, But it is nevertheless
120 A White Umbrella in Mexico
A DAY IN TOLUCA.
CHAPTER X.
TO MORELIA WITH MOON.
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starting two
of them for-
ward, swung
himself grace-
fully over the
shoulders of
the first, - 1 clinging to the Slj!C-
ond, - and we landed dry shod
in the midst of as curious a
crowd of natives as ever greeted the great
Christopher himself.
The splendor which made Tzintzúntzan
famous in the days of the good Bishop
Quiroga, when its population numbered
forty thousand souls, has long sin ce de-
parted. The streets run at right angles,
and are divided into squares of apparently
equal length, marking a city of some im-
portance in its day. Righ walls surround
each garden and cast grateful shadows.
Many of these are broken by great fissures
through which can be seen the ruins of
abandoned tenements overgrown with
weeds and tangled vines. Along the tops
of these walls fat melons ripen in the
dazzling sun, their leaves and ten dril s
white with dust, and from the many seams
T{int{unt{an and tbe Titian 197
and cracks the cacti ftaunt their deep-red
blossoms in your face.
We took the path starting from the
beach, which widened into a broad road
as it crossed the hill, over which could
be seen the white spire of the church.
Thjs was beaten down by many feet, and
marked the daily life of the nati ves - from
the church to pray, to the shore to fish.
With the exception of shaping sorne crude
pottery, they literany do nothing el se.
As we advanced along this highway,-
Moon carrying his spy-glass as an Irish-
man would his hod over his shoulder, 1
my umbrena, and the Indians my sketch
trap and a basket containing something
for the padre, - the wan thickened and
grew in height until it ended in a cross
wan, behind which stood the ruin s of a
belfry, the broken ben still clinging to the
rotting roof timber. Adjoining this was a
crumbling archway without door or hinge.
This forlorn entran ce opened into the
grounds of the once powerful establish-
ment of San Francisco, closed and in
ruins since 1740. Beyond this archway
stood another, protected by a heavy double
198 A White Umbrella in Mexico
member.
this frame glowed
the noble picture.
1 forgot the padre, the oily-tongued sacris-
tan, and even my friend Moon, in my won-
der, loosened my trap, opened the stool,
and sat down with bated breath to enjoy it.
T{int{unt{an and the Titian 213