... "Amigo!" shouted a man as he came running toward me from his house. It was the alcalde, a tall, slender Indian with a slight beard and a very sympathetic voice. I told him that we were entirely out of corn, to which he replied that we could not get any in the pueblo, only on the ranches in the neighbourhood. ... — Unknown Mexico, Volume 1 (of 2) • Carl Lumholtz
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