inch thick and seemed to cover the plate) a full course meal in fact. Food was one of the things I had to combat while here. The servants were negroes of course. Clarence the butler & general factotum and a negress cook. In their zeal to be hospitable & make me feel at home, they piled the table high with food - not wishing to offend them, I tried to get away with as much as I could, so that I was always stuffed almost to stupidity.
     After we had eaten, we took another tour of the town & mines. The town was built & is owned by the Co. – white bungalows was surrounded by pretty lawns & shrubs, neat but smaller houses for the “bachelors.” The Mexicans were allowed to build their own houses, but certain restrictions made these look neater than one would expect. The stores are privately owned. It seemed as if everything had been done that was humanly possible to give the employees a decent place to live in - what was beyond their power to do, was to keep it from being a monotonous life - it seemed to one that life in a village where there was only one industrial activity, as here, when it was sulphur, would produce a sturdy outlook. I do not know.
     At the point near the sulphur vats where we parked, there were some nondescript buildings and a few moss festooned trees, under which were a few cows. There were seven or eight vats here. Their size & extent seems incredible still - 1200 feet long, 160 feet wide and 45 to 50 feet high. All the interest