The story of the child is sad.

It is the son of a young indian boy and girl, not married.
That would not be a serious matter among the Triquis.

For some reason, however, the mother did not like the child, and scarcely was it born, when she went with it into the forest; there in a lonely place she choked it, as she thought, to death, and buried it in the ground.

The town authorities, suspecting something of her purpose, had followed her and were watching at the moment.

No sooner had she left the spot than they dug up the child, found it still alive, and brought it to Don Guillermo, who had kept it at the town's charge.
The last night of our stay at Chicahuastla, just after supper, a cavalcade came to the door.