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

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Text Appearing Before Image: f theirfallen fellows lies all about us. Each reveals a round core of lightslate-color, that seems to have been built around after the pentag-onal model. Where that core came from, and how it was grownaround, I leave to those who find sermons in stones to ascertain.I prefer less hardened subjects. There seems to be no end inward to the serried ranks. Theyare packed close, and each shaft reveals others that inclose it, andthat are ready to take its place should sun and shower cause it tofall. If they could be utilized by some Yankee for house or monu-ment building, we should soon see an end of the exquisite ravine.They are slaughtering the like tall living shafts that have stood to-gether these centuries and centuries from Maine to Michigan, andMichigan to Mexico. Thanks many {mucJias graaas, to be veryMexic) that they can not cut these down, saw them into stone lum-ber, and cart them away for Chicago and Boston burnings. Justpenalty was that, for that sin of ourselves and our fathers?

Text Appearing After Image: I lil PALISADES Ul REGLA. TRAMPING OUT THE SILVER. I55 This spot, unheard of by me unto this hour, unmentioned byany tourist I have read (and I never read one on Mexico), is nowformally introduced to the American public. If you come to Mex-ico, come to Pachuca; and if to Pachuca, to the basaltic ravine ofRegla. We lean over the balcony of our hospitable quarters, awaitingbreakfast, and see the horses tread out the silver. A yard eightyrods square, poco mas y tticnos, is laid down to this work. Beds ofblack mud are located over it, to the untrained eye precisely likethe earth about it. But how different to the eye that is trained !This black mud is silver, mixed badly with other earths, mixed alsowith salt, sulphate of copper, and quicksilver, that, under the pain-ful pressure of tramping steeds, are to liberate it and make it thebeauty and joy of man—and plague also, as are mosf beauties andjoys. Two hundred horses are engaged in tramping out the silver.Their tails are shaven, the m

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