The whole government sat by, looking on as we ate.
Immediately after breakfast, in accordance with our order previously sent, we were taken to see a potter at work.

Cuquila is famous for two lines of manufacture, pottery and woolen garments.

The pottery here made is skillfully shaped into wonderfully large vessels of different forms.
The product goes throughout this whole district, and even down to the Pacific coast, a hundred miles distant.

Along the roads it is a common thing to meet parties of three or four men carrying great loads of water-jars, large bowls, etc., for sale or trade.

While we were inspecting the potter's work, a slight shock of earthquake, almost too gentle to be noticed, passed through the place.
At Cuquila, we found that we should not meet Senor Cordova at Tlaxiaco.
He had passed through the town the night before, on his way to Juxtlahuaca, with a band of soldiers to assist his neighboring _jefe_ in maintaining order.
Leaving our Cuquila reprobates in friendly and gentle mood, we started for Tlaxiaco, where we arrived at half-past two.