had remembered it to be from 1918. I saw some wild pigeons, & once a glimpse of a great owl. In some grass, I saw a vivid green snake about 8 in long & as thick as a pencil.
     Once I came upon what seemed to be a Mexican grave-yard. The crosses were of various styles & decorated with festoons of metallic leaves & flowers. Why the secluded location was a mystery to me.
     This was a difficult night- my sunburn bothered, and the mosquitoes, the heavy fried food was depressing my spirits - morning never seemed as sweet.
     In the evening I called up Bertha and it was good to hear her voice.
     Oct. 13- After breakfast, I drove to the vats again. It was soon evident that the weather was going to change.      Heavy layers of clouds swept in from the north & soon the sun was hidden. I could do little work, so I went back to the Lodge. Shortly after lunch the storm broke; for several hours torrential rains came down. I worked all afternoon on the picture forcing it to a finish. (Mr. Sivem had offered to make reservations for Thursday noon - although I had said nothing about leaving, I felt perhaps they were having visitors over the weekend & would prefer privacy.)
     Evening - Mr. Sivem in with colored movies of his child, and of the sulphur mining processes, which was very interesting. After he was gone, I seemed very much alone. It was still