The Holbochians were not quite replicas of those proverbial South Sea
Islanders who gained a precarious living by taking in each other's
washing; but their relations were, if anything, even more intimate; for
everybody appeared to be everybody else's brother, sister, cousin or
aunt. We were told that the whole village--some three
hundred--represented the ramifications of practically only two families,
and the sickly pallor of some of the boys and girls suggested that this
inbreeding was already making its evil influence felt. There was not an
Indian in the place. It was a community of Yucatecan fishermen, as
indeed are most of the inhabited islands as far south as Ascension Bay.
They lead an easy-going, loiter life; swinging the sunny hours away in
their hammocks, and loafing the evenings away drinking in the tiny
spirit-stores presided over by a huge, bloated Dutch immigrant and his
equally fat frau, or love-making among the thorn-bushes on the beach.
Occasionally they fish or take a job as one of the hands of the small
trading schooners which ply from Progreso to Cozumel; but life is cheap,
and they do as little honest work as they reasonably can.
This indeed is the average Yucatecan; an easy-going creature, fond of
women, fonder of drink, and fondest of dancing. If there is anything
which awakens the Yucatecan soul, it is the charms of _la baile_ (the
ball). The Holbochians took it rather hardly that we had descended upon
them at such an intempestive moment. They would have so much liked to
have given themselves wholeheartedly to the congenial task of dogging
the footsteps of "los Americanos," as they insisted upon calling us, and
jeering us at intervals; but they really had scarcely time to spare, for
the whole village was agog over the New Year's Eve Ball. Most Yucatecan
villages have dancing halls; Holboch had. It was a large
palm-leaf-thatched open shed at the corner of the plaza, wood-floored.
Round it were ranged wood benches; from the centre roof-pole hung two or
three oil lamps, and the decorations were flags. Dancing began at about
eight.
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