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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
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he most profane. A via sacra ran from it to the town, onwhich the penitent myriads walked upon their knees. Now ourtrain rushes along it, regardless of shrines and kneelers and othervanities of faith. The worshipers have accepted the situation, andride to and from the favorite seat of their goddess in the railwaycar, even as pilgrimages are now going on over Europe in first IN THE AZTEC CAPITAL. 85 and third class trains. The times change, and we change withthem. The city glitters in the light of the setting sun. Its last beamsare gathering on the peaks of the silent Alps that stand forth onour eastern sky, as they had stood on the western when at Puebla.We have run clear round them. They change their light to color,grow rosy in that flush sent from between the saws of Ajusco onthe west, and then turn to the awful white of death. Ere that the Hotel Gillow has welcomed us to its comfortablechambers, and we are housed like Cortez in the Aztec capital. BOOK II. IN AND AROUND THE CAPITAL.
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0- <S < G b.U.O <:u 5wS w wH HOTEL GILLOW. 89 I. FIRST WEEK IN THE CAPITAL Hotel Gillow.—Cost of Living.—The Climate.—Lottery-ticket Venders.—FirstSabbath.—First Protestant Church.—A Praise Meeting.—State of the Work.—The Week of Prayer. Mexico begins well, though perhaps a good beginning may re-sult in a bad ending. It was Saturday evening, at setting of thesun, that we landed at the Buena Vista station, just outside thecity. The last rays had left the top of Popocatepetl, but werelingering yet in a rosy cloud above the snowy deadness of Iztacci-huatl. These two giant guardsmen are set to watch this lovely val-ley that circles beneath them, a girdle of hundreds of miles, itselfencircled with a lower but not inferior range of mountains. Thedrive into the city is through a long avenue of green trees, past the Alameda, or park, half a mile square, well crowded with trees intheir best June apparel, clown the streets o

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