ABSTRACT
Seeing so large an assemblage, I asked the store-keeper if they had no church. No, they had no church; they had a grave-yard, walled in with adobe, on the outskirts of the little village, and full of graves, each with a cross over it. They had a padre pro tempore, an Indian authorized to act in certain emergencies, as baptism, if no proper priest were at hand; but when the Indian padre was pointed out to me I found him to be. the tipsiest man on the ground, and a little disposed to hector his parish, who paid not the slightest attention to him.
