Wanderings in Mexico; the spirited chronicle of adventure in Mexican highways and byways . The funeral procession. Prayers in the little church THE ^lAN WHO LIKES ^lEXICO 79 Then they went to the tunnel and looked for them-selves. This point settled, there was nothing left to do butwatch Don Modesto die. A hurried search was madefor a will and not finding one, the brothers and sistersgot a man who could write, to set down all his posses-sions on paper, in case he revived sufficiently to signifywho was to have them. By this time it was dark andthey gathered at the bedside. Candles were lighteda
Wanderings in Mexico; the spirited chronicle of adventure in Mexican highways and byways . The funeral procession. Prayers in the little church THE ^lAN WHO LIKES ^lEXICO 79 Then they went to the tunnel and looked for them-selves. This point settled, there was nothing left to do butwatch Don Modesto die. A hurried search was madefor a will and not finding one, the brothers and sistersgot a man who could write, to set down all his posses-sions on paper, in case he revived sufficiently to signifywho was to have them. By this time it was dark andthey gathered at the bedside. Candles were lightedand a woman began rapidly saying the prayers for thedying. Felipa crouched motionless at the foot of thebed, her head muffled in her black shawl. Tonia was ina corner, sobbing aloud, and Juan knelt by his father,his poor, simple face streaming with tears. Suddenly anold crone set up the death-wail. As her voice shrilledit was taken up by the others. The woman prayedlouder and faster and the oldest son sprang on the bedand began winding Don Modestos left hand and armwith long strips of coarse white cloth. He ha
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