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Title: Our next-door neighbor: a winter in Mexico
Year: 1875 (1870s)
Authors: Haven, Gilbert, Bishop, 1821-1880
Subjects: Mexico -- Description and travel
Publisher: New York : Harper & Brothers
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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s. The rites are more Aztec than papal. Yet the Jesuit be-gins to say that faith in the Virgin of Guadalupe is not essential tosalvation. The Bible will replace the Jesuit, and the trick bywhich he has held their souls captive these three centuries and ahalf will cease to possess them more. Christ the Liberator is com-ing. He is nigh—even at their doors. This old blanket, like thatof Bartimeus, will be thrown away, and the people will come toJesus and be healed. Let us leave our Lady of Guadalupe, if you can, with all thisshrewd but shallow faith and policy, and look more easterly. Herelies the vision that charmed the Toltec twelve centuries ago, theAztec eight centuries ago, the Spaniard three centuries ago, andthe French, Austrian, and American conquerors of our own day.From my post it spreads out into a plain that loses itself in a sun-mist forty miles away. Across the plain threads of water stretchthemselves, sometimes spreading into bayous, or lakes. ioC OUR NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR.
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IZTACCIHUATL. The lake and lev-el end in a ridgethat rises from thesurface as modestas the tiniest slope,but grows andgrows, not fast, butsteadily, like a truefame, into a sharp,brown edge, welllifted up, slidesclown a little on itscontinual ridge, andthen rises again, stillnot sharp nor sud- A VIE IV OF THE TWO PEAKS. 107 den, nor seemingly very high, but into a ragged rim coveredwith snow. You are surprised to find so low a horizon cov-ered with perpetual ice. Yet there it lies, not so low after all.It is ten thousand feet above this seat, and nearly eighteenthousand above the gulf, that reclining Lady of the Skies, who re-joices in the unpronounceable name of Iztaccihuatl. I have heardall sorts of people seek to speak this word, and never heard twoagree. So call it as it looks, or call it Big I, which it undoubtedlyis. You see her head, neck, chest, robes, and feet, white-slippered, with the toes turned up at the daisies of the stars, with a longtrail sweeping beyond, as becomes th

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