In the Land of Cave and Cliff DwellersSchwatka, Frederick
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In the Land of Cave and Cliff Dwellers
Schwatka, Frederick
Chihuahua (Mexico : State) -- Description and travel; Sonora (Mexico : State) -- Description and travel; Tarahumara Indians
While at Cusihuiriachic we had looked with some contempt on the
primitive accommodations of its forlorn and dilapidated hotel, and had
rather scouted the idea of its being possible to find a worse place or
greater disregard for the common necessities of life in any habitable
town. The little cell-like room, with its wooden bench, tin wash basin,
and bare brick floor on which to stow one's bedding, seemed to be
the extreme of simplicity; therefore we believed that Carichic could
hardly do less for us. But as everything is relative in this world,
I was soon to look back to the despised hotel as the last taste of
civilization, and to appreciate it accordingly. On reaching Carichic,
a town of six or seven hundred people, we were told there was no such
thing as a lodging house for us, and that it would be necessary for us
to camp in the streets or some field, unless our Mexican friend could
induce the village priest to allow us the use of a large empty room in
one corner of the big building he occupied. The loaning or renting of
a large empty room does not seem to be an act of great hospitality,
nevertheless it was so regarded. The Mexican gentleman, when passing
backward and forward over the trail between his father's mines and
Chihuahua, always made his headquarters with the priest or _cura_, who
was a great friend of his family; but everything and everybody from the
United States he looked upon with suspicion and distrust. Therefore,
considering the circumstances, his readiness to allow us under his
roof could only be considered as a marked hospitality, or as evidence
of a disposition to oblige our mutual Mexican friend. Perhaps he was
animated by a keen sense of duty, and found this a fitting opportunity
to mortify the spirit. But, whatever his motive, we were given the use
of the room. So the stage left us and our worldly possessions there,
for at Carichic all roads ended, and, as soon as I could make my
arrangements with a native packer for his pack train of mules, we were
to take one of the narrow Indian trails leading back into the heart of
the Sierra Madres.
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