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Sunday market in Celaya green corn over a clay brasier with a charcoal fire & selling it for a cent an ear - others are selling it boiled. Several of the umbrellas shelter dealers in old iron, bottles & other junk & it is a motley collection of the most absurd odds & ends. One man was going about trying to sell 3 large hand made iron spikes. And hundreds of men & women in picturesque but filthy rags were wandering about or sitting crouched up in corners. This was Sunday July 3. and a specially busy market day. This place is located in the central plain or table-land of Mexico & has suffered like the rest of that region from [[strikethrough]] two [[strikethrough]] 2 to 3 years of drought so that large quantities of corn is bring imported from the U.S. and sold at cost to the poor. On the night of July 4th, Mr. Pringle came in on train and on consultation with him I decided to give up the trip to