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lunch, the very frigid reception in San Antonio, the order of the Major that I should stick up close and not lag behind to collect plants, which led me to throw away a Senecio whose loss I have since regretted - then the arrival at Florida, the being ushered into the municipal building while soldiers stood around on the veranda in no friendly attitude, the meeting with the Governor and other officials, the obviously strained conversation that [[strikethrough]] tho [[/strikethrough]] took place, while the fat and greasy old alcalde bored holes in us with his pigs' [[?]] eyes, [[strikethrough]] and [[/strikethrough]] the vigor of the band outside the door, which I suspected might be to drown the knifing of our men down below, and the final relaxation when the strain of the meeting was over and we were assured that everything would be done to assist us - a true Spanish promise, never fulfilled - the sleep that night in the building, and the start next morning when I rode away toward Guatemala with my guide and three boys, and the rest of the party went off on their trip to Copan - then the morning's ride over dry plains bearing a scanty growth of Acacia, and the slinging my hammock between the pines at the beginning of the range, while I waited for the guide to bring back the boys and cargo mules, who had gone astray - lunch, with a tin can and a cup as our only dishes - then the afternoon's ride thru tropical forest - the stop for the night at Hacienda Espiritu among the hills - supper, and the rain that came up and drove me out of my hammock into the hut, where I crouched on the floor with a dozen others and waited for the rain to subside - then a pill & a drink of whiskey, and return to my hammock to listen to the trumpeting drum of