Mexico -- Description and travel; United States -- Description and travel
Puebla is an old town built by the Spaniards. It is more Mexican than
Mexico City. There are more sombrero’d people and more flocks of laden
burros, and more houses with little “patios,” than in Mexico. The shops
are more attractive because they contain Mexican things, instead of, as
in Mexico City, inferior foreign goods, in a desire to be cosmopolitan.
There are more old tiled houses in Puebla. Fewer people speak English.
No one in the hotel understands anything. This evening Louise tried to
explain to a group of five that we wanted mineral water. They did not
understand until she made a noise of a bottle exploding.
MONDAY, AUGUST 1, 1921. _Puebla._
We caught a 10 o’clock train to Cholula. It was terribly crowded, but
we managed to get a front seat in the second car.
Halfway along the line, the front car ran off the track. It took at
least an hour and a half hard work on the part of a crowd of Indians,
to get it back again. They all looked so clean in their white linen
pajama suits (they look like this) tied round the waist with a faded
and fringed blue or red sash, and the absurdly big sombrero hat, and
bare feet. One wonders how a working man can wear white, it seems so
impractical, and yet these men looked cleaner than Dick when he is in
white, at the end of a day! How can they dig as they do, with naked
feet on the iron spade?
We sat down on the grass in a broiling sun and watched their efforts
to reinstate the car. Presently, on his private trolley, arrived the
“traffic superintendent,” a young stalwart American, who threw off
his coat, displaying a khaki shirt and a large revolver in his belt.
There was no mistaking him for anything but an American. He was the
rather brutal, square-jaw’ed type. He contained in his face everything
that the Latin and the Indian lacked: force, determination, power to
command. Moreover, he was broad-shouldered and a head taller than
anyone else. When he lifted a crowbar and attempted to do any work
himself, the Indians fell back and watched him openmouthed! I said
things to myself about the Anglo-Saxon race.
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