But of this we see nothing, for we are off again long before daylight; and by the time that external objects can be made out we find ourselves in a new region.

A valley floored with rich alluvial soil from the hills that rise steeply on both sides, their tops shrouded in clouds.

Signs of wonderful fertility in the fields of maize and barley along the roadside.

The air warm, but full of mist, which has already penetrated our clothes and made them feel damp and sticky.

"Splendid country, this, Senores," said an old Mexican, when he had twisted himself round on his seat to get a good stare at us.