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Guillermo said, “I hear from Mr. Mendez that you guys found some sort of strange diagram in caves in the Sierra Cruillas and near Taman. He said the diagrams were indicators for Moctezuma’s Treasure.”
Arturo said, “The arrows on the diagram indicated that the treasure was located somewhere to the south of Taman. Have you ever heard of anything like this in the caves around here?”
“There is a strange tale among the Indians about the ghost of an Aztec war chieftain appearing at sunset at the entrance to a cave. The story goes that the ghost can be seen blowing a horn made out of a conch shell and that a mysterious green glow is emitted from the cave.”
Arturo said, “The green glow that you mention is quite interesting. We observed a green glow in the caves to the north. The green glow seems to be emitted from crystals that are embedded in the limestone. Although we have examined the crystals, none of us can identify them. We collected some samples and intend to get them analyzed with an electron microprobe when we get back to Dallas.”
Miller asked, “What time do you expect the pack animals to arrive tomorrow?”
“About sunrise, from what I have been told.”
“Well, I guess tomorrow is going to be a long day. Gary, I want you and Felipe to organize the camping and field equipment that we need to take with us. We’ll probably be spending two days or more in the canyon. I would suggest taking enough food for three days.”
Guillermo said, “Your van should be safe behind the house. Nobody will bother it there.”
CHAPTER 13
Field Expedition
Friday, May 12, 2000: Huayacocotla, Day 2
Sunrise at Dr. Toa Vaca’s house was heralded by the crowing of fighting cocks that were nestled in numerous cages behind the house. The rosters served as everyone’s alarm clock. The day dawned in dense fog typical of higher elevations in the Sierra Madre Oriental during the rainy season. The temperature was about 45 degrees Fahrenheit. By the time the Toa Vacas treated the geologists to an enjoyable breakfast, Miller could hear the sound of the pack animals in front of the house. There were two mules and two burros. Miller decided that he would ride one of the mules down the winding trail to the bottom of the canyon. It was a good thing that he had been trained well by Roberto Mendez at Taman. He suggested that Arturo also ride the other mule. However, Arturo would have no part of it, so the mule and the remaining animals were used to carry the camping and field equipment as well as the food.
Miller boarded one of the mules in front of Dr. Toa Vaca’s house. Arturo chose to walk with the two graduate students. Once the pack animals were loaded, the group moved to the trail head, which was about a quarter of a mile from the house. The trail to the bottom of the canyon was steep and winding with numerous branches. Indian women carrying huge bundles of firewood on their heads and children carrying five-gallon tin cans full of water populated the trail and all of its tributaries.
Unfortunately, the pack animal handlers had no idea which way to go most of the time. It was becoming difficult to distinguish the main trail from adjoining trails. Arturo was forced to stop and ask directions one time. The Indians were very shy of strangers, including those from Huayacocotla above. For the most part, the men and women were short in stature and seldom were more than five feet tall. Although Arturo spoke to the Indians in Spanish, he could not be understood. The Indians knew little, if any, Spanish and only spoke in their native Nahuatl dialect. Little had changed with the way of life of these Nahuatl Indians since the days before the Spanish conquest.
As the geological field party descended farther and farther down the trail, Miller began to have an eerie, creepy feeling about the place. It was a strange feeling that was difficult to describe. He felt as if he were traveling back in time, to some time in the distant
Arturo said, “The arrows on the diagram indicated that the treasure was located somewhere to the south of Taman. Have you ever heard of anything like this in the caves around here?”
“There is a strange tale among the Indians about the ghost of an Aztec war chieftain appearing at sunset at the entrance to a cave. The story goes that the ghost can be seen blowing a horn made out of a conch shell and that a mysterious green glow is emitted from the cave.”
Arturo said, “The green glow that you mention is quite interesting. We observed a green glow in the caves to the north. The green glow seems to be emitted from crystals that are embedded in the limestone. Although we have examined the crystals, none of us can identify them. We collected some samples and intend to get them analyzed with an electron microprobe when we get back to Dallas.”
Miller asked, “What time do you expect the pack animals to arrive tomorrow?”
“About sunrise, from what I have been told.”
“Well, I guess tomorrow is going to be a long day. Gary, I want you and Felipe to organize the camping and field equipment that we need to take with us. We’ll probably be spending two days or more in the canyon. I would suggest taking enough food for three days.”
Guillermo said, “Your van should be safe behind the house. Nobody will bother it there.”
CHAPTER 13
Field Expedition
Friday, May 12, 2000: Huayacocotla, Day 2
Sunrise at Dr. Toa Vaca’s house was heralded by the crowing of fighting cocks that were nestled in numerous cages behind the house. The rosters served as everyone’s alarm clock. The day dawned in dense fog typical of higher elevations in the Sierra Madre Oriental during the rainy season. The temperature was about 45 degrees Fahrenheit. By the time the Toa Vacas treated the geologists to an enjoyable breakfast, Miller could hear the sound of the pack animals in front of the house. There were two mules and two burros. Miller decided that he would ride one of the mules down the winding trail to the bottom of the canyon. It was a good thing that he had been trained well by Roberto Mendez at Taman. He suggested that Arturo also ride the other mule. However, Arturo would have no part of it, so the mule and the remaining animals were used to carry the camping and field equipment as well as the food.
Miller boarded one of the mules in front of Dr. Toa Vaca’s house. Arturo chose to walk with the two graduate students. Once the pack animals were loaded, the group moved to the trail head, which was about a quarter of a mile from the house. The trail to the bottom of the canyon was steep and winding with numerous branches. Indian women carrying huge bundles of firewood on their heads and children carrying five-gallon tin cans full of water populated the trail and all of its tributaries.
Unfortunately, the pack animal handlers had no idea which way to go most of the time. It was becoming difficult to distinguish the main trail from adjoining trails. Arturo was forced to stop and ask directions one time. The Indians were very shy of strangers, including those from Huayacocotla above. For the most part, the men and women were short in stature and seldom were more than five feet tall. Although Arturo spoke to the Indians in Spanish, he could not be understood. The Indians knew little, if any, Spanish and only spoke in their native Nahuatl dialect. Little had changed with the way of life of these Nahuatl Indians since the days before the Spanish conquest.
As the geological field party descended farther and farther down the trail, Miller began to have an eerie, creepy feeling about the place. It was a strange feeling that was difficult to describe. He felt as if he were traveling back in time, to some time in the distant
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