The Indians, who are intensely interested in rain, to obtain which they make so many exertions and sacrifices, evidently began to connect my presence with it.

Before my departure they confided to Don Andres that "It was no good that that man went away; it might happen that he carried the rain with him." They even seemed to delight now in posing before my mysterious camera, which they imagined to be a powerful rain-maker.

I heard no more excuses for not wanting to be photographed.

They no longer told me that it would cause their death, and that their god would be angry with them; nor was there any more of that unwillingness expressed by one Indian who told me that, inasmuch as he did not owe me anything, he did not want to be photographed.

Thus, almost without knowing it, I established friendly relations with the people.
However, it must not be thought that all my troubles were ended yet.