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On Sunday everyone stopped work and many of the men became drunk and noisy - shouting, fighting & otherwise making the day hideous.

One young fellow living near my quarter came back drunk & after rolling about his house a while finally started down a small hill near by & pitched down it head foremost & rolled to the bottom. His wife & her sister stood by the house & laughed heartily at this & then went on about their tasks as though nothing had occurred. Among the indians everywhere in this country drunkenness is looked upon as a natural thing & is not considered in the least to be ashamed of, and to be put in jail for disorderly drunkenness is not thought to lower a man at all among the common people. In all villages the jail fronts the plaza & the heavily [[strikethrough]] wood the [[/strikethrough]] used wooden barred door is commonly shut on one or more men whose faces may be seen at the holes. Here their wife & children often come & sit by the hour to keep them company and their friends often stand or sit about the door gossiping, passing them cigarettes - except in the larger places no guards are on duty during the day and the prisoners are not watched. As most of them are in for petty offenses they make no effort to escape. During our stay here several fierce showers fell. The dark cumuli rolling up from the north with blue-black