The tortilla was just done, so Yappa gave it to him. He rolled it up like a jelly roll and began eating it.
“It’s good. Any more?” he asked between bites.
“In a few minutes,” answered Putsha. She had pulled out some more stones and was cooking more tortillas.
“What have you been doing, Shecol?” asked Yappa, as they waited for the other tortillas to cook.
“Digging a pit to cook the meat,” answered Shecol.
Next morning Donna Maria and three other women who were visiting her, got into one of the ox-carts, which was decorated with boughs and flowers. A second cart was standing near, and all Donna Maria’s children climbed into it.
This cart was lined with hides so that it was not only comfortable, but safe, for the hides kept the children from falling out. Putsha and Colla rode in this cart also, in order to take care of the children. A third cart was loaded so heavily with roast turkeys, chickens, corn-tamales, bread, and other things to eat, that it went “squeakity-squeak,” as it rolled along.
When everything was ready, Occano and some of the other drivers pushed the oxen with the ends of their long poles, and they began to move slowly away. The Indians walked along by the sides of the carts just as they did on wash-day, but this time all the men went as well as the women. Most of the men rode on horseback. One man played a violin, while another man rode behind him to guide the horse.
When they came to the place where the barbecue was to be held, Shecol took Yappa all round and showed her the meat cooking. As they walked along they saw Oshda.
“There’s father!” cried Yappa.