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TRAMPING THROUGH MEXICO, GUATEMALA AND HONDURAS

Being the Random Notes of an Incurable Vagabond

By Harry A. Franck

Author Of
  "A Vagabond Journey Around The World,"
  "Zone Policeman 88,"
  etc.

Illustrated With Photographs By The Author

To The Mexican Peon With Sincerest Wishes For His Ultimate Emancipation

FOREWORD

This simple story of a journey southward grew up of itself. Planning acomprehensive exploration of South America, I concluded to reach thatcontinent by some less monotonous route than the steamship's track; andherewith is presented the unadorned narrative of what I saw on theway,—the day-by-day experiences in rambling over bad roads and intoworse lodging-places that infallibly befall all who venture afield southof the Rio Grande. The present account joins up with that of five monthson the Canal Zone, already published, clearing the stage for a largerforthcoming volume on South America giving the concrete results of fourunbroken years of Latin-American travel.

Harry A. Franck.
New York, May, 1916.

I INTO THE COOLER SOUTH

II TRAMPING THE BYWAYS

III IN A MEXICAN MINE

IV ROUND ABOUT LAKE CHAPALA

V ON THE TRAIL IN MICHOACÁN

VI TENOCHTITLAN OF TO-DAY

VII TROPICAL MEXICO

VIII HURRYING THROUGH GUATEMALA

IX THE UPS AND DOWNS OF HONDURAS

X THE CITY OF THE SILVER HILLS

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

A street of Puebla, Mexico, and the Soledad Church.

The first glimpse of Mexico. Looking across the Rio Grande at Laredo.

A corner of Monterey from my hotel window.

A peon restaurant in the market-place of San Luís Potosí.

A market woman of San Luís Potosí.

Some sold potatoes no larger than nuts.

A policeman and an arriero.

The former home, in Dolores Hidalgo, of the Mexican "Father of his
Country".

Rancho del Capulín, where I ended the first day of tramping in Mexico.

View of the city of Guanajuato.

Fellow-roadsters in Mexico.

Some of the pigeon-holes of Guanajuato's cemetery.

A pulque street-stand and one of its clients.

Prisoners washing in the patio of the former "Alóndiga".

Drilling with compressed-air drills in a mine "heading".

As each car passed I snatched a sample of its ore.

Working a "heading" by hand.

Peon miners being searched for stolen ore as they leave the mine.

Bricks of gold and silver ready for shipment. Each is worth somethinglike $1250.

In a natural amphitheater of Guanajuato the American miners of theregion gather on Sundays for a game of baseball.

Some of the peons under my charge about to leave the mine.

The easiest way to

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