down with wares to sell, to fold their heavier garments and lay them on the ground beside them.  Don Murcio had gathered up the first of these he came to, and fled with them to the government palace, while the crowd of angry women, chasing along behind, expressed their feelings vigorously.  Putting the garments out of reach, the women were told by the officials, that each would receive back her property as soon as the strangers made their desired measurements.  While we were dealing with the first cluster, Don Murcio sallied forth, and returned once more with garments and women.  In this way, the work proceeded, until the final lot were in our hands.  Not to unnecessarily increase their terrors, we had refrained from photographing, until the final company had been secured.  We had told the officials of our plan, and as these later ones were measured, they were told that they must wait for their garments until the last one was measured, and until the gentleman had done some other work.  When all had been measured, it was explained to the six of seven in the group, that they were to go down into the patio, where a picture would be taken of the company.  That they might be properly prepared for the picture, their garments were returned.  Suspecting no treachery, Don Murcio led the way, and one of two police officers accompanied the forward part of the procession, while Louis brought up the rear, in expectation of making the portrait.  All went well until the first two or three had entered the patio, when the rest suddenly balked, and started to run out onto the street.  Hearing the confusion, I started down and caught one of the women as she neared the doorway, while Louis held another, and each of the police officers, and Don Murcio, seized a prisoner.  So violent, however, were the struggles, and so loud the outcries of the woman whom I held, that I released her, which was the unintended signal for each of the other guards to do the same, and our group vanished and all thought of gathering a second was given up in desperation.

[Illustration:  TZOTZIL BROTHERS; CHAMULA]

[Illustration:  TZENDAL FATHER AND SON; TENEJAPA]

The morning had thus passed; animals for the further journey had been ordered for ten o’clock, and were really ready a little before three.  For once, however, we were not prepared.  It was our custom to pack the busts in petroleum boxes; these boxes, each holding a five-gallon can of oil, are of just the size to take a single bust, and they are so thin and light, yet at the same time, so well constructed, that they served our purpose admirably.  In small indian towns, they are frequently unobtainable, but in the places where mestizos live, it had been always easy to procure them, at prices varying from ten to twenty-five cents each.  In a town the size of San Cristobal, it should be easy to get them; to our surprise, we found that they had been in such demand, for carrying purposes by public workmen,