Produced by Julia Miller and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive) A GLIMPSE AT GUATEMALA, AND SOME NOTES ON THE ANCIENT MONUMENTS OF CENTRAL AMERICA. By ANNE CARY MAUDSLAY AND ALFRED PERCIVAL MAUDSLAY With Maps, Plans, Photographs, and other Illustrations LONDON: JOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE STREET. 1899. [Illustration: ALERE FLAMMAM.] PRINTED BY TAYLOR AND FRANCIS, RED LION COURT, FLEET STREET. DEDICATED TO FREDERICK DUCANE GODMAN, D.C.L., F.R.S., AND TO THE MEMORY OF OSBERT SALVIN, F.R.S. CONTENTS. Pages PREFACE ix LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS xiii LIST OF MAPS AND PLANS xix CHAPTER I. THE VOYAGE 1-8 CHAPTER II. THE CITY 9-14 CHAPTER III. THE START 15-23 CHAPTER IV. ANTIGUA 24-29 CHAPTER V. THE VOLCANOES (and Note by A. P. M.) 30-40 CHAPTER VI. THE ROAD TO GODINES 41-46 CHAPTER VII. THE LAKE OF ATITLAN 47-59 CHAPTER VIII. THE QUICHÃS AND CACHIQUELS (by A. P. M.) 60-70 CHAPTER IX. ACROSS THE ALTOS 71-79 CHAPTER X. USPANTAN AND THE RIO NEGRO 80-90 CHAPTER XI. COBAN AND THE VERA PAZ 91-100 CHAPTER XII. RUINS AT RABINAL (by A. P. M.) 101-104 CHAPTER XIII. THE ROAD TO ZACAPA AND COPAN 105-117 CHAPTER XIV. COPAN 118-126 CHAPTER XV. COPAN IN 1885 (by A. P. M.) 127-133 CHAPTER XVI. COPAN IN 1885 (_continued_, by A. P. M.) 134-142 CHAPTER XVII. COPAN TO QUIRIGUA (and Note by A. P. M.) 143-151 CHAPTER XVIII. ON THE WAY TO THE COAST 152-156 CHAPTER XIX. CAJABON AND THE NORTHERN FORESTS (by A. P. M.) 157-173 CHAPTER XX. THE RUINS OF IXKUN AND THE PINE RIDGE (by A. P. M.) 174-192 CHAPTER XXI. CHICHÃN ITZÃ (by A. P. M.) 193-211 CHAPTER XXII. LAGUNA AND THE RIO USUMACINTA (by A. P. M.) 212-223 CHAPTER XXIII. PALENQUE (by A. P. M.) 224-229 CHAPTER XXIV. TIKÃL AND MENCHÃ (by A. P. M.) 230-241 CHAPTER XXV. CONCLUSIONS (?) (by A. P. M.) 242-253 CHAPTER XXVI. THE HIEROGLYPHIC INSCRIPTIONS (by A. P. M.) 254-272 INDEX 273 PREFACE. The ArchÃ¦ological results of my seven expeditions to Central America are in course of publication in the 'Biologia Centrali-Americana,' and eight parts containing about 200 plates have already been issued to the public; this is necessarily a costly work which is not likely to find its way into many private libraries. It has therefore frequently been suggested to me that I should publish a less ambitious and less expensive volume giving a general account of my travels as well as some description of the ruins visited; but, alas! I have to confess a hopeless inability to keep a regular journal, and my note-books are for the most part full of measurements and compass and sextant observations, and would furnish but a poor basis of a book of travels. When, in 1894, my wife accompanied me to Central America, a splendid opportunity offered of avoiding all responsibility in the matter. She should keep a diary and write the book, and I would add some archÃ¦ological notes! It was to be a small book with a few illustrations, and was of course to be published within six months of our return home. However, when we did get back to England there were other matters which called for our attention, and the notes had perforce to be laid aside. During the following winter a fair start was made, and some experimental illustrations were prepared; but each of us discovered in the other a deeply-rooted objection to process-blocks and shiny paper, so we began to dabble in photogravure and typo-etching. Then the archÃ¦ological notes began to expand, and as we had then no publisher to put a proper curb on our whims and fancies, the book continued to grow on a soil of hand-made paper and to blossom with coloured plans, chromolithographs, and photogravures. It may fairly be described as a growth, for the pages and illustrations were printed off as they were finished, a few at a time, and the text broken up. If the errors and repetitions are numerous they may in charity be ascribed to this unorthodox procedure, and such errors would have doubtless been altogether avoided if we could have submitted the proofs in their entirety to any of the numerous friends who have from time to time given us advice and assistance. From Sir Clements Markham and Dr. Keltie of the Royal Geographical Society wise counsel and kindly help to travellers seems to flow in a perennial stream; and in this connection I would gladly pay my tribute to the memory of one who was beloved by all travellers, the late Secretary of the Society, Henry Bates, who, after my return from my earlier journeys, was almost alone in offering encouragement, pointing out to me the importance of the work which seemed to have fallen to my lot to undertake. My friend, Mr. Francis Sarg, for many years Imperial German Consul at Guatemala City, to whose ready help and never-failing hospitality the success of my earlier journeys was largely due, has added to the long list of his thoughtful acts of kindness by making many valuable suggestions and by saving us from many errors, especially in our descriptions of the Indians and their customs. Of my obligation to Mr. F. DuCane Godman, the editor of the 'Biologia Centrali-Americana,' it is not easy for me to speak in measured terms; and as he would be the first to deprecate the only expressions by means of which adequate thanks could be tendered to him, I must here content myself with assuring him of my gratitude for allowing me to reproduce the reduced copies of certain maps, plans, photographs, and drawings which have already appeared, or are about to be issued, in the ArchÃ¦ological section of the 'Biologia.' The greatest pleasure which the completion of this volume could have afforded to my wife and myself has, alas! been denied to us: we cannot place a copy of it in the hands of Osbert Salvin. What loss science has suffered by his death it is not for me to say; but how great the loss is to his friends I have good reason to know, for to his enduring patience, his never-failing sympathy, his sound advice, and affectionate friendship I owe more than I can here express. In the preparation of this volume, about the land he knew so well and with which his name must ever be associated, he took such a kindly and helpful interest that his connection with it will always remain amongst the happiest of our memories. I cannot close this preface without offering my sincere thanks to Miss Annie Hunter and her sisters, and to all those who have been concerned in the preparation of the drawings and the reproduction of the illustrations, for the interest they have taken in the work entrusted to them and the carefulness with which it has been carried out. In conclusion, I am glad to express my acknowledgments for the good services rendered to me by the companions in my travels, the men of the Lopez family, and especially my friend Gorgonio, whose gentle manners and sweet disposition helped to smooth over many a bad half-hour during my earlier expeditions, and whose ceaseless vigilance over the welfare of my wife during our last journey did so much to lessen for her the discomforts of camp-life. A. P. M. LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. Page ACAPULCO: A SNAPSHOT OVER THE BULWARKS. (Photograph by A. P. M.) 6 LANDING AT SAN JOSÃ. (Drawn by Ada Hunter from a photograph.) 8 CITY OF GUATEMALA, from the Cerro del Carmen. (Drawn by BLANCHE HUNTER from a photograph.) 9 CHURCH ON THE CERRO DEL CARMEN (2 views). (Drawn by BLANCHE HUNTER from photographs.) 13 STONE IDOLS ON THE ROAD TO MIXCO. (Drawn by BLANCHE HUNTER from a photograph by ARTHUR CHAPMAN.) 15 A STREET IN MIXCO. (Drawn by BLANCHE HUNTER from a photograph by A. P. M.) 19 A MIXCO WASHERWOMAN. (Drawn by BLANCHE HUNTER from a photograph.) 20 INDIAN "CARGADORES." (Drawn by ADA HUNTER from photographs by A. P. M.) 21 ANTIGUA AND THE VOLCAN DE AGUA. (Photograph by A. P. M.) _to face_ 24 ANTIGUA. " " _to face_ 26 AN ALCALDE. (Drawn by BLANCHE HUNTER from a photograph.) 28 THE PLAZA, ANTIGUA. (Photograph by A. P. M.) _to face_ 28 AGUA FROM SANTA MARIA. " " 30 ANTIGUA. A RUINED CHURCH. (Drawn by BLANCHE HUNTER from a photograph.) _to face_ 30 INDIANS FROM JOCOTENANGO, ON THE MESETA, VOLCAN DE FUEGO. (Photograph by A. P. M.) 37 THE FIRE PEAK AND MESETA. {(Photographs by OSBERT} 39 THE PEAK OF ACATENANGO, FROM THE MESETA. {SALVIN, F.R.S.) } INDIANS OF THE ALTOS. (Drawn by BLANCHE HUNTER from a photograph.) 42 SPECIMENS OF NATIVE TEXTILES AND EMBROIDERY. (2 plates.) (Drawn from the original materials by ADA and BLANCHE HUNTER.) _to face_ 42 INDIANS OF THE ALTOS. (Drawn by ADA HUNTER from a photograph.) 43 A BARRANCA. } (Photographs by A. P. M.) 44 INDIAN CARRIERS.} A HIGH ROAD. (Photograph by A. P. M.) 45 LAKE AND VOLCANO OF ATITLAN. " " _to face_ 46 NOONDAY REST. " " _to face_ 48 SUNSET, THE LAKE OF ATITLAN. " " _to face_ 48 ESQUIPULAS. " " 50 VOLCANO OF ATITLAN. " " _to face_ 51 SAN ANTONIO. " " 52 " " " " 53 BOYS IN SCHOOL. " " 55 AN INDIAN LOOM. (Drawn from the original Loom by BLANCHE HUNTER.) 56 A WOMAN WEAVING. (From the 'Codex Mendoza.') 56 INDIANS AT SAN ANTONIO. (Photograph by A. P. M.) _to face_ 56 WATER CARRIERS, SAN ANTONIO. (Drawn by BLANCHE HUNTER from a photograph by A. P. M.) _to face_ 56 PANAJACHÃL AND THE LAKE OF ATITLAN. (Photograph by A. P. M.) _to face_ 58 PILGRIMS AT EVENING PRAYER. " 59 ON THE STEPS OF THE CABILDO, ATITLAN. " 60 THE PLAZA, ATITLAN. " _to face_ 62 "EL SACRIFICATORIO," UTATLAN. (After F. CATHERWOOD.) 68 QUEZALTENANGO. (Photograph by A. P. M.) 79 LOOKING BACK ACROSS THE RIO NEGRO. " " 82 ZOPILOTES. " " 90 COBAN. " " 91 THE CHURCH, COBAN. " " 93 A COBANERA. (Drawn by ADA HUNTER from a photograph.) 94 THE PLAZA, COBAN. (Photograph by A. P. M.) _to face_ 96 THE CALVARIO, COBAN. (Photograph by A. P. M.) 100 A TEMPLE NEAR RABINAL. (Photograph by OSBERT SALVIN, F.R.S.) 101 SQUARE ALTAR, COPAN VILLAGE. (Drawn by ANNIE HUNTER from a plaster-cast.) 118 COPAN. STELA B. (Photograph by A. P. M.) _to face_ 120 " IN THE GREAT PLAZA. " " _to face_ 126 " THE SCULPTURED DOORWAY, restored. (Drawn by E. LAMBERT from photographs by A. P. M.) 130 " THE EAST SIDE OF THE SCULPTURED DOORWAY. (Photograph by A. P. M.) _to face_ 130 " A FRAGMENT FROM THE HIEROGLYPHIC STAIRWAY. (Drawn by ANNIE HUNTER from a plaster-cast.) 133 " A SCULPTURED SLAB FROM THE WESTERN COURT. (Drawn by ANNIE HUNTER from a plaster-cast.) 142 QUIRIGUA. STELA F. (Photograph by A. P. M.) _to face_ 146 " STELA D, NORTH FACE. " " _to face_ 148 " STELA D, EAST SIDE. " " _to face_ 148 " THE GREAT TURTLE. " " _to face_ 150 CARIBS BUYING FISH AT LIVINGSTON. " " 156 A HAMMOCK BRIDGE. " " 160 CAJABON. " " _to face_ 162 SKETCH OF A TEMPLE ON HILL-TOP NEAR YAXCHÃ. 176 SCULPTURED MONOLITH AT IXKUN. (Photograph by A. P. M.) _to face_ 176 EARTHEN POT FROM YAXCHÃ. (Drawn by ANNIE HUNTER.) 177 ON THE PINE RIDGE. (Photograph by A. P. M.) 183 ON THE BELIZE RIVER. " " 187 CARIB WOMEN. (Photograph by H. PRICE.) 192 CHICHÃN ITZÃ. THE CASA DE MONJAS. (Drawn by ANNIE HUNTER from a photograph by A. P. M.) 202 " " MY ROOM, 1889. (Photograph by H. N. SWEET.) _to face_ 202 " " "LA IGLESIA." " " _to face_ 202 " " FOOT OF THE NORTH STAIRWAY OF THE CASTILLO. (Drawn by ANNIE HUNTER from a photograph by H. N. SWEET.) 204 " " THE CASTILLO. (Photograph by H. N. SWEET.) _to face_ 204 " " THE BALL COURT TEMPLE, restored. (Drawn by ANNIE HUNTER from photographs and plans by A. P. M.) _to face_ 206 " " MURAL PAINTING OF A BATTLE, from the Great Ball Court Temple. (Traced by A. P. M. from the original and reduced.) _to face_ 206 " " MURAL PAINTING OF A HUMAN SACRIFICE, from the Great Ball Court Temple. (Traced by A. P. M. from the original and reduced.) 207 " " FIGURES ON THE WALL OF THE SCULPTURED CHAMBER. (Drawn by ANNIE HUNTER from a plaster-cast.) 208 PALENQUE. GORGONIO LOPEZ, 1891. (Photograph by A. P. M.) _to face_ 224 " THE EASTERN COURT. " " _to face_ 226 " THE WESTERN COURT AND TOWER. " " _to face_ 226 " CARVED PANEL from the Temple of the Foliated Cross. (Drawn by ANNIE HUNTER from a plaster-cast.) _to face_ 228 " THE TEMPLE OF THE SUN AND THE PALACE. (From a photograph by A. P. M.) _to face_ 228 THE SERPENT-BIRD, from TikÃ¡l. 229 SACLUC (LA LIBERTAD). (Photograph by A. P. M.) 230 TIKÃL. VIEW FROM THE (DOORWAY OF THE) GREAT TEMPLE E. (Photograph by A. P. M.) _to face_ 232 " TEMPLE marked A in the plan. (Photograph by A. P. M.) _to face_ 234 " CAMP IN THE FOREST. " " _to face_ 234 LACANDONES. " " _to face_ 236 THE RIO USUMACINTA AT MENCHÃ. " " _to face_ 236 MENCHÃ. POTTERY INCENSE BURNERS. (Drawn by ANNIE HUNTER.) 238 " TEMPLE A. (Photograph by A. P. M.) _to face_ 238 " FRAGMENT OF A STONE LINTEL. _to face_ 240 FLORES. (Photograph by A. P. M.) 241 THE ISLAND OF FLORES. " " 243 THE SERPENT-BIRDS, PALENQUE. 253 MONTH AND DAY SIGNS. (AFTER LANDA.) 255 MAYA NUMERALS. 256 SIGNS FOR PERIODS OF TIME. 259 GREAT CYCLE SIGNS AND DAY SIGNS. 260 MONTH SIGNS. 261 HIEROGLYPHIC INSCRIPTIONS. _to face_ 262 MAYA INSCRIPTIONS FROM PIEDRAS NEGRAS. (TEOBERT MALER.) _to face_ 264 ADIOS! _to face_ 272 LIST OF MAPS AND PLANS. Page PLAN OF THE RUINED TOWN BETWEEN GUATEMALA AND MIXCO. (A. P. M.) 18 UTATLAN, the ancient capital of the QuichÃ©s. " _to face_ 62 RUINS NEAR RABINAL. (2 plates.) " _to face_ 102 " " " Ground-plan of Tlachtli Court. " 104 COPAN. Plan of the principal ruined structures. " _to face_ 118 " Sketch-map of the site of the Ruins. " 127 QUIRIGUA. Plan of the Ruins. (C. BLOCKLEY and H. W. PRICE.) _to face_ 148 IXKUN. Plan of the Ruins. (A. P. M.) _to face_ 174 YAXCHÃ. Ground-plan of a Temple. " 177 " Arrangement of Mounds on a hill-top. " 178 CHICHÃN ITZÃ. Plan of the Ruins. " _to face_ 200 " " Plan of the Great Ball Court. " _to face_ 204 PALENQUE. Plan of the principal group of Ruins. {(Surveyed by } 218 {H. W. PRICE.)} " Plan of the Palace. " _to face_ 226 " Plan and Section of the Temple of the Sun. " 228 TIKÃL. Plan of the Ruins. (A. P. M.) _to face_ 232 " Plan of the Foundation-mound and Temple A. " 233 " Plan and Section of Temple B. " 233 " Plan of Temple D. " 234 MENCHÃ TINAMIT. Plan of the Ruins. " _to face_ 238 MAP OF GUATEMALA AND THE ADJACENT COUNTRIES. 272 The Maps and Plans are reduced copies of those already published, or in course of publication in the 'Biologia Centrali-Americana' (ArchÃ¦ology). END PAPERS. Drawn from ancient American originals by Miss ANNIE HUNTER. PHOTOGRAVURES. By the SWAN ELECTRIC ENGRAVING COMPANY. CHROMOLITHOGRAPHS. By W. GRIGGS & SONS, Ltd. ETCHINGS ON TISSUE. By the TYPOGRAPHIC ETCHING COMPANY. INDEX. By Miss M. H. JAMES. ERRATA. TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: The following errata have been corrected as part of the process of producing this e-text. Spelling, hyphenation, punctuation etc have also been standardised. Page 151, _for_ Brockley _read_ Blockley. " 4, " dosing " dozing. " 191, " Izamal " Yzamal. " 176, " Manakin " Manikin. " 81, " Mosos " Mozos. " 72, " Patzum " Patzun. " 190, " Stevens " Stephens. " 85, " Ututlan " Utatlan. A GLIMPSE AT GUATEMALA, AND SOME NOTES ON THE ANCIENT MONUMENTS OF CENTRAL AMERICA. CHAPTER I. THE VOYAGE. We left England early in October, 1893, and on the 13th November found ourselves in San Francisco. Our passages were taken in a steamer advertised to sail from that Port on the 18th of the month for San JosÃ© de Guatemala, but no sooner had we set foot in the Palace Hotel, than the Influenza fiend seized us both; so we were obliged to give up our cabins in the steamer, and, as soon as we were well enough to travel, were ordered by the doctor to leave San Francisco and its cold winds for the more agreeable climate of Monterey. The railroad took us in four hours through the fruitful plain of San Joaquin, and landed us almost at the door of the Hotel del Monte, a huge low wooden building standing in the midst of a grove of magnificent evergreen oak trees, and surrounded by beautiful flower-gardens and exquisite green grass. The many porticos and verandahs were bowers of roses and heliotrope and every variety of creeper, and the garden beds were brilliant with magnificent dahlias and chrysanthemums and numberless smaller flowers. Chinese gardeners could be seen in all directions tending the plants, and watering the lawn-grass to keep it fresh and green, in striking contrast to the yellow stubble which during the dry season covers the face of the surrounding country. The Hotel del Monte is a favourite winter resort of people from the Eastern States as well as from California, and it would be difficult to imagine a more attractive place in which to seek health, warmth, or pleasure. Everything possible seems to be provided for the amusement and comfort of the guests; but in the late autumn it is almost deserted, and the dozen of us who sat down to dinner were lost in the huge dining-room built to accommodate nearly two thousand guests. We found many attractive walks in the neighbourhood, either across the great sand-dunes down to the fine hard sea-beach, or up amongst the beautiful groves of immense live-oaks and cedars with which the place abounds. One morning on coming down to breakfast we were told that we were wanted at the telephone, and found that an old friend, Professor Holden, was speaking to us from the top of Mount Hamilton and bidding us to visit him at the great Lick Observatory, of which he has the charge. It was with regret that we left the enchanting land of flowers and green grass; but our time was short and the prospect of seeing the stars through the biggest telescope in the world was too attractive to be missed. So, following the directions conveyed by telephone, we took the train to the town of San JosÃ©, where we passed the night, and on the following morning, in a pouring rain, packed away in a two-horse wagon with a high top and heavy leather curtains buttoned down to keep out the wet, we began the six hours' journey up the mountain. There was nothing to be seen but fog and smoking horses, and although, as usual, we were assured that the weather was most exceptional, no one attempted to predict anything better; and, indeed, it grew worse and worse until our arrival at the top of the mountain, when it was difficult to see more than a few yards around us, and we seemed to be standing on a small point of rock while the world below was filled with cold whirling mist, which penetrated to the marrow of our bones. During our three days' visit, once only, for a brief hour, did the clouds break and show us to the east the great mountains rising to the height of the Sierra Nevada, and to the west the broad plain we had crossed, which, protected by a low range of hills from the cold sea winds, yields that abundance of fruits which, fresh or preserved, yearly finds its way to foreign markets. Towards the north we could see the smoke of San Francisco, and even in the partial clearness make out the ships lying in the harbour. Despite the bad weather our visit was made most enjoyable, but it was a real disappointment not to get so much as a peep through the great telescope. However, we could not afford to miss another steamer, as that would have meant losing too much of the dry season in Guatemala. So reluctantly bidding our host good-bye we went to San Francisco, still followed by clouds and fog, which not only detained the steamer for twenty hours in the harbour, but clung to us tenaciously until we had been at sea five days and had run over a thousand miles. Our ship, the 'San Juan,' belongs to the Pacific Mail Steamship Company, and runs between San Francisco and Panama in connection with the steamers sailing from Colon to New York. The accommodation was fairly good, but she carried too much deck cargo for comfort or safety, and one felt that she might labour dangerously in a heavy sea. Since our return the news has reached us of the wreck of the steamship 'Colima' of the same line, occasioned by the shifting of the deck cargo, and we feel thankful to have been spared the dreadful fate which befell her passengers. Our fellow voyagers in the 'San Juan' were mostly men, Americans and Spanish Americans, and they were distinctly dull. Indeed life on board was monotonous enough to all of us. The Spaniards took their boredom quietly, but it became well nigh intolerable to one Western American, whose talk was of twenty-storied houses and other boasted signs of progress at his own home, and who was now bound for Guatemala, where he apparently hoped to make a rapid fortune by running trolley-cars on the streets of the capital and generally electrifying the city. The first few days of the voyage were certainly dull enough to tax anyone's spirits; but when we were about 200 miles north of Cape St. Lucas the dark pall of clouds broke away, and the sun burst out in all his glory, changing the sea from a leaden grey to a wonderful blue; awnings were stretched over the decks, and we lay languidly in our chairs watching the changing shadows, while the great rollers of the Pacific gently rocked the ship, and soft warm winds blew over us. So soothing and delicious a motion I had never before experienced at sea, and in spite of my rooted objection to a ship I fell a victim to the lazy charm that seemed to hold sea and vessel in a sort of magic spell, and for the first time in my life I thoroughly enjoyed a sea voyage. Soon we came in sight of the black-looking foothills of the Mexican coast. As we slowly sailed into the tropics, they lost their bareness, and became clothed with a rich vegetation, and then fringed with bananas and cocoanut-palms. Gradually rising higher, the hills grew into mountainous masses broken by volcanic peaks, and from one lofty cone a wreath of smoke drifted languidly on the breeze. As the temperature of air and water grew warmer the sea became alive with flying-fish, and shoals of dolphins, four or five hundred together, played round our bows or dashed across our course, leaping and throwing up the water in fountains of spray. Large turtles floated past lying asleep on the surface of the water, their shining backs catching the sunlight and reflecting it like mirrors. The sea-birds regarded them as convenient resting-places, and almost every sleeping turtle carried on his back a dozing bird which flapped lazily away, apparently shocked at the behaviour of the turtle when the approach of our ship caused him to take a sudden dive below. All day the sea and its inhabitants yielded us endless amusement; the evenings were gorgeous with tropical sunsets and the nights revealed a brilliancy and glory in moon and stars that surpassed all my imaginings. We sat up late watching the north star sinking lower and lower, and marking the rise of strange constellations towards the south. It must be remembered that I am a very bad sailor, that my experience of sea voyages had been confined to many rough and wintry passages across the North Atlantic, and that all the softness and colour and beauty of a tropical ocean broke on me like a revelation. Our first port was San Blas, on the Mexican side of the Gulf of California. It boasts no harbour, so that we dropped anchor in the open roadstead, and lay as near shore as safety permitted, rocked by the big rollers of the restless Pacific as they passed to break on the sandy beaches and rugged cliffs of the coast. A few thatched cottages were clustered round the Custom House, and others were dotted along the beach half-hidden amongst cocoanut-palms and bananas and a tangle of tropical vegetation, whilst behind them rose a fine mass of mountains clothed in the softest imaginable shades of green with lovely blue distances stretching for miles into the interior. Big picturesque boats, rowed by Mexicans in huge broad hats and clean white shirts and trousers, came to deliver and take back cargo, and to supply us with fruits and vegetables. With our glasses we watched the great dexterity with which the boats were handled and guided safely through the heavy surf. It was rather late in the day when we weighed anchor, and sailing close in shore we could entertain ourselves until dark marking the varied play of light and shade on the rocky shore as the sun sank, and watching the pelicans perched on every point and ledge of rock, some idly sunning themselves out of reach of the spray, but the majority choosing to stand where the surging waves could just wash over their feet, whilst others wheeled overhead in slow heavy flight searching for their food. It was an exciting moment when a great bird high up in the air would suddenly fold his wings together and fall with a splash on the water, whilst his long neck and beak were shot out to catch an unwary fish just under the surface; then having secured his supper he would fly away to enjoy it in a safe retreat amongst the rocks. Sailing under cloudless skies and lovely stars through another night, we arrived at Manzanillo, the port of Colima, proud in the possession of a railway and a weekly train from the port to the city. Here we landed, to enjoy an hour's walk through the little town, and resting under the trees of the Alameda I had my first glimpse of a tropical garden. Whilst waiting for the boat to carry us back to the ship we enjoyed the excitement of watching the natives trying to spear a great skate, or devil-fish, as the sailors call it. As soon as the harpoon struck, the cord was attached to a boat, and the fish swam rapidly away towing the boat after him with the greatest ease. The struggle must have already lasted half an hour when we sailed out of the bay and the fish was not yet vanquished. Later in the day we saw one of these monsters jump right out of the sea and with a great flop strike the water again, spreading out his flat proportions like a table, and making a sound like the report of a cannon. On the evening of December 7th we arrived at the Port of Acapulco, and sailed into the beautiful bay, through a tortuous channel between high cliffs, guided by a feeble light perched on the rocks above us. The sea was a marvel of beauty, glowing with phosphorus, and alive with illuminated fish and dolphins darting about and leaving long streams of light behind them. Through this molten silver sea we glided to our anchorage near the town. As we neared the shore long narrow dug-out canoes lighted by great flaring pitch-pine torches carried by mahogany-coloured boys swarmed out of the darkness, and before the anchor was cast the ship was surrounded by a fringe of bum-boats, filled with fruit, vegetables, and pottery, and presided over by swarthy Mexican men and women. It was a pretty and amusing scene, and as the bum-boat women and their smuggling propensities were well known to the ship's crew, a lively fire of chaff and bargaining in a strange jargon of Spanish-English immediately began, and continued, as far as I know, all night. It certainly was a noisy night, and was rendered doubly unpleasant by the arrival of huge coal-barges manned by picturesque little black devils in dirty white garments, carrying flaring torches, who passed the night supplying us with coal and smothering us with dust. When the sun rose on the next morning the heat was excessive, and as the town itself looked unattractive, and the surrounding country, although beautiful to look at, suggested malaria, we did not attempt to land, but contented ourselves watching the vendors of fruits, who when the day broke were still actively engaged in bargaining. On leaving the harbour before noon we hugged the coast even closer than before; so that besides the entertainment afforded by the ocean and its varied and interesting population, we could rest our eyes on the refreshing green vegetation covering the mountains, which pile themselves up, range after range, and on the rocky headlands and shining sand-beaches of the coast-line. [Illustration: ACAPULCO: A SNAPSHOT OVER THE BULWARKS.] Sailors fight shy of the heavy seas in the Gulf of Tehuantepec caused by the northerly winds which rush across the isthmus from the Atlantic; and during the winter months, in spite of the increased distance to be travelled, they gain all the shelter they can by hugging the shore. On this occasion there was no exception to the rule. The weather had been hot, cloudless, and calm, but as soon as we entered the gulf we felt a quick fall in temperature and a distinct increase in the motion. When about halfway round the gulf, we dimly discerned on the horizon the beginnings of the long line of mountains and volcanoes which follow the coast almost from Tehuantepec to Panama. Gradually as we sailed nearer individual volcanic peaks rose above the broken mass: first TacanÃ¡ and Tajumulco, the highest of them all, and then the crests of Santa Maria and Atitlan, and last of all we could recognize the soft outlines of Agua and Fuego, shaded by fleecy wrappings of cloud, and knew that our voyage was near its end. In full view of this grand panorama of mountains we cast anchor at the port of Champerico, where for many long hot hours we lay rolling in the heavy ground-swell of the open roadstead, while discharging and taking in cargo and waiting for the passengers to come on board. The town was _en fiesta_ on account of the visit of General Barrios, President of Guatemala, and his staff, who were to be our fellow-passengers to the port of San JosÃ©. Several ships lying in the roadstead were dressed with flags, and even our dirty old steamer did her best in the way of bunting to do honour to so distinguished a guest. We tried to be duly impressed by the festivities and rejoicings, but the grand blaze of blue lights and showers of rockets which followed us out to sea hardly compensated for loss of time and the general discomfort of an overcrowded ship. The President's party took entire possession of everything; they sprawled all over the decks, went to sleep in our two deck chairs, and succeeded in breaking both of them. Fortunately, a short night's sail brought us to the port of San JosÃ©, and also to the end of our pleasant voyage. Again we anchored in the open sea, and when the time came to go ashore we were each in turn swung over the ship's side in a chair and deposited with a bump on the top of the other passengers and piles of baggage in a large lighter which swayed alongside. This operation was reversed when we neared the shore, and a cage was lowered from the iron pier which loomed prodigiously and alarmingly high above us, and we were swung up in safety. Thank goodness there was no sea running, only the long undulations of the swell which beats ceaselessly on the coast. Even so, landing was an unpleasant experience, and what it must be on a rough day my mind refuses to contemplate; but one must remember that even the terror of seizing the right moment to scramble from a surging lighter into a heavy iron cage, which at one moment strikes against the bottom of the boat and the next moment hangs threateningly overhead, is preferable to that of the older method when the lighter was dragged through the surf, and the unfortunate passengers landed, soaked and terrified, even if they were lucky enough to escape a capsize and the teeth of hungry sharks. A long glistening hot sand beach facing south, a background of palm-trees and bananas, a few houses, and an illimitable ocean describes the port of San JosÃ©. There is not a decent inn in the place, and our condition on seeing the only train for Guatemala leave without us (owing to the delay in getting our belongings past the custom-house) would have been pitiable, but for the kind hospitality of Colonel Stuart, the agent for the steamship line, who took us into his house on the beach and made us most comfortable for the night. The next morning we took the train for the capital, distant about 70 miles. Our way lay through a thick growth of wild vegetation, varied by banana-plantations and groves of cocoanut-trees laden with fruit. Every small tree supported a wealth of flowering "morning glories" and other creepers, while big patches of sunflowers filled in the open spaces. [Illustration] The railway soon began to ascend, and making innumerable turns among the mountains opened up charming views of the tropical forest, and gave us glimpses of the sea and the shining sand beach stretching for miles along the coast. Not the least interesting features in the journey were the endless variety of strange fruits offered us for sale, and the glimpses of native life which we caught at the wayside stations. Through ever-changing scenes, always climbing and winding through the mountains, we reached the pretty lake of Amatitlan, at an elevation of about 4000 feet above the sea, and, rising still another 1000 feet, we arrived late in the afternoon at the city of Guatemala, standing on a level plateau seamed with great ravines, or barrancas as they are here called. Two of these big ravines nearly encircle the city, and as they slowly but surely eat their way backwards threaten to curtail its growth. CHAPTER II. THE CITY. [Illustration: CITY OF GUATEMALA, FROM THE CERRO DEL CARMEN.] The city of Guatemala occupies a beautiful position in the middle of a broad plain, surrounded on all sides by mountains and volcanoes. Hill after hill rises to the north until the view is shut in by the distant Sierra Madre range. To the south-east is a volcanic group crowned by the peaks of Pacaya, and above the nearer hills to the south rise the giant cone of Agua and the triple craters of Fuego. The streets of the city are laid out at right angles, and they gain an appearance of breadth from the lowness of the houses. Two-storied houses are as scarce as earthquakes are frequent, and the long low lines of buildings are broken only by the stumpy bell-towers and squat cupolas of the churches. Churches and houses alike are white-washed, and the general effect is cheerful and even dazzling in the bright sunlight of the tropics. Street tramways, telegraph and telephone wires, and electric lights are there to keep us up to date; but in spite of their intrusion, it is Old Spain--the Spain of the Moors--which comes uppermost in one's mind when wandering about the city. The deep-set windows, barred with the heavy iron "reja," and the broad "zaguan" or porch, through which one catches a glimpse of the arches of a colonnade round a patio bright with flowers or chequered with the grateful shade of trees, take one back at once to the sunny plains of Andalusia. Nothing in the whole city was so attractive to both of us as the great market-place, and there we spent many hours. Every morning the broad streets leading to it were thronged with gaily-dressed ladinos (half-castes) and Indians, and we were even driven by frequent collisions to quit the narrow side-walk for the rough cobble-stones of the street. The Indians are for the most part carriers of vegetables and other produce from the neighbouring villages, or merchants from a distance, who bring all their merchandise on their backs packed in light wooden crates called "cacastes." The Indian women from the nearer hamlets also come burdened with large bundles of clean linen which has been washed for the townsfolk, or support baskets on their heads full of cakes and "pan dulce" for sale in the market-place, and many carry an additional burden slung in a shawl over the back, from which peeps out the quaint little face of an Indian baby. To judge from the expression of their faces one would say that the Indians are a dull and solemn race; but this impression vanishes when one hears their lively chatter as they trot along under their burdens, for none but the most heavily laden condescend to the slowness of a walk. The ladino housekeepers and maid-servants with their bright striped aprons and rebosos add to the crowd, and give it a distinct charm when they poise their large flat baskets on their heads and show their shapely bare arms and pretty hands to advantage. One is not long in the city before hearing the wails of the mistresses at the length of time spent by their servants in buying a few vegetables or a dozen eggs, for, indeed, these handmaidens dearly love the loitering and chatter of the market-place. The market-place itself is divided into two large patios surrounded and crossed by corridors. Small recesses in the walls are used as shops, like those in an eastern bazaar. Here the vendors of the durable articles ply their trade, offering for sale hardware and saddlery and all the innumerable sacks, bags, ropes, and girths needed for the trains of pack-mules; whilst others deck out their stalls with the bright-coloured dress fabrics so much loved by the natives. Towards the middle of the market-place, where the light fell strongest, colour reigned supreme in the rainbow hues of the women's dresses and the brilliant tints of the tropical fruits. Here are heaped up mountains of golden oranges, red, yellow, and green bananas, cocoanuts, pine-apples, aguacates, anonas, and tomatoes large and small, jocotes, pimientos, limes, and sweet lemons, great bunches of flowers, endless bundles of green vegetables, and baskets piled high with fresh eggs; in fact the produce of every clime, from potatoes grown on the cold slopes of Agua to the sugar-cane from the hot plains of the Pacific coast. At Christmas time another market is held in the arcades which surround the great Plaza de Armas, where the women display their handiwork in the manufacture of toys, most of them tiny dolls dressed in the Indian costumes and illustrating the occupations and customs of the race. Some of these little groups of figures are so extremely minute that one almost needs a magnifying-glass to examine them, and attest the clearness of vision and neatness of hand of the makers. The shops and stores of the principal merchants are numerous, and, I suppose, under the circumstances, may be said to be fairly good, but to one coming from Europe or the United States the articles displayed are not very enticing. Most of the foreign goods are of a class which must, I think, be manufactured only for export to a semicivilized country. They do not, however, possess the merit of cheapness, for the exorbitant duties levied at the Custom House would alone more than double their original price. My efforts to buy a good silk veil to wear when travelling, as a protection against the dust, were not crowned with success; and the French modiste from whom I finally purchased a very second-rate article amused me greatly by her description of the difficulties she met with in satisfying the taste of her clients in a country where duties are levied on bonnets and hats by weight, and the boxes and paper in which they are packed are also weighed and charged for at the same rate. Three-quarters of the foreign trade is in German hands, and many Germans have been wise enough to settle on the rich coffee-lands of the Costa Grande and Costa Cuca on the Pacific slope, and in the province of the Vera Paz, and have made a splendid success of their plantations. Next to the Germans the North Americans are most in evidence, but the English are not to be found. When the capital was moved to its present site in the year 1774, priests and monks were still a power in the land and the finest buildings in the city were raised by the monastic orders. Now not a monk or friar is to be found in the country, and even the secular clergy are forbidden to wear any distinctive dress. From the time of the rupture with Spain ecclesiastical influence began to decline; it rose again for a time under the rule of the Dictator Carrera, an Indian of pure blood, whom the priests found it worth while to support; but during the wars which followed Carrera's death it again waned, and in 1872 the last of the great Orders was expelled and its property seized by the government and turned to secular use. The Post Office and Custom House are now lodged in the monastery of San Francisco; the "Instituto Nacional," a great public school, is well housed in what was once the Jesuit College; the military school is in the Recoletos. The monastery of Santo Domingo harbours the "Direccion general de Licores," the Capuchinos is utilized for a second theatre, and some of the less important religious houses serve as "mesones" or caravanserais for the muleteers and ladino travellers. The churches are still left to the secular clergy, and they are as uninteresting as Spanish-American churches are wont to be. Had the conquest occurred but a century earlier America might have been covered with churches worthy of the traditions handed down by the builders of Burgos, Toledo, and Seville, for the supply of labourers was for some time unlimited, the Indians were good craftsmen, and the great monuments of Copan and Quirigua show that curved and drooping feathers may afford a motive for decoration as graceful and beautiful as Gothic foliations; but such art as the Spaniards brought with them was a degraded form of the renaissance, and the innumerable churches which they built are without any architectural merit but mass, the interiors great bare halls, and the faÃ§ades overloaded with stumpy twisted columns, wavy stucco cornices, and such-like abominations. Not even the ruin into which so many of them have fallen can add a grace to the masses of stucco and rubble. It is only in the villages that they gain a picturesqueness of their own, and that owing more to their surroundings than to any merit in design. However, in their favour it must be said that they are neither dirty nor bad-smelling, partly because they are so little used and partly because in this equable climate doors and windows can be left open all day long. A few days before Christmas we happened to enter the church of La Merced and chanced upon a vesper service for the Hijas de Maria, sung by a choir of girls and children to the strains of a wheezy harmonium, whilst all did their best to increase the noise by blowing penny whistles, shaking bells and tambourines, and striking triangles. After playing with their penny toys until they were tired, the choir broke into a quaint chant, to which the rest of the congregation responded. During this performance the "Daughters of Mary," veiled and dressed in white, and each carrying a lighted candle in her hand, knelt at the altar rails, whilst the "Sons of Mary," with large white ribbon bows tied on their arms, sat in the seats near the choir. This was almost the only ladino church-function which we saw during our stay in the country. In all the other towns and villages the churches seemed to be given over almost exclusively to the Indians. In our rambles through the suburbs we often found our path barred by the great barrancas which almost surround the town. These big fissures are very beautiful, and we spent many idle and pleasant hours watching the shadows chasing each other across their open green mouths, and enjoying the delicious June temperature which comes to this favoured land at Christmas time. Trees and shrubs loaded with festoons of creeping plants cling to the precipitous sides of these rifts, and now and then one caught a bright gleam where the sunlight struck the rivulet that bubbles through the luxuriant tropical vegetation in the depths. The great Zopilote vulture which seems to haunt every barranca would swoop with a whirr of his outstretched wings close above our heads and sail on over the chasm with hardly a quiver in his wings, but with his ugly black head and restless eyes always in eager movement, whilst from below now and again would well up the strong sweet notes of the "guarda barranca," a small brown bird, who makes his home in the most inaccessible cliffs and deepest tree-clad gorges. [Illustration] [Illustration] The usual evening stroll of the Guatemaltecos is to the Cerro del Carmen, a small turf-covered hill rising to the north-east of the city, where stands an old church and the remains of a monastery, perhaps the oldest in the Republic. From this hill the view of the city with its large white churches and conventual buildings, surrounded by walled gardens full of trees and flowers, is very beautiful at any hour of the day, but at sunset the sight is one not easily forgotten. It is difficult to describe the beauty of the amphitheatre of mountains all aglow in the sunset light, or of the majesty of the clouds as they float up from the distant sea, wreathing themselves round Agua and Fuego, filling up the valleys with mists of every possible hue, which take on a deeper colour as they drift away from the setting sun and fill the vault of the heavens. Then the east takes up what light the clouds have left behind and shoots up to the zenith splendid rays of colour, which meet those of the setting sun as it sinks behind the mountain peaks. Too soon the short twilight ends and the volcanoes clothe themselves in a bloom of dark blue, and receding into the night seem to sleep quietly under the brilliant tropical stars. It was a lovely scene, which we always left reluctantly for the comfortless hotel and a bad dinner. But not even our dusty room nor the dark stuffy "comedor," where we took our meals, could obliterate the vision of that brilliant pageant of marching clouds and magnificent colouring which had surrounded us on the Cerro del Carmen. The less said about Guatemala hotels the better; those in the capital are pretentious and bad. The Grand Hotel, where we put up, is a good-sized house, with patios and broad corridors and good rooms, but the furnishings are old, dirty, and disagreeably stuffy. In the dining-room, which was always overcrowded, we were not permitted to engage one of the many small tables, and had to take our chance of companions and table-cloths; the former not always agreeable and the latter often unbearable. Good food might have done much to soothe our troubled feelings, but it never came, and this was all the more aggravating as the market was full of good things to eat. The bedroom service, carried on by a very dirty man, was uncomfortable beyond expression, and a large part of my day was always passed cleaning and tidying the single room which was all the accommodation we could secure. Appeals to the landlord, a German, who, thanks to the cook whom he had married, had grown rich and proportionately proud, and who was also the owner of the large store attached to the hotel, resulted
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