In course of time these hunts supplied the twenty-five victims desired.
It might not be uninteresting to describe the events of a single afternoon in a Triqui town.

On one occasion, having eaten dinner, we had scarcely begun our work when we heard a great uproar and din upon the road toward Santo Domingo.

Looking in that direction, we saw a crowd of men and boys struggling toward us.

As they came nearer, we saw that six or eight of the party were carrying some awkward and inconvenient burden.

It was a man, sprawling face downward; two or more held his arms, an equal number his legs; about his waist a belt, knotted behind, was tied, and then through the knot was thrust a strong pole, which was being carried by two men, one on either side.