The last house in Guatemala, near the boundary of Honduras.
A woman shelling corn for my first meal in Honduras.
A vista of Honduras from a hillside, to which I climbed after losing the trail.
A resident of Santa Rosa, victim of the hook-worm.
The chief monument of the ruins of Copán.
I topped a ridge and caught sight at last of Santa Rosa, first town of any size in Honduras.
Soldiers of Santa Rosa eating in the market-place.
Christmas dinner on the road in Honduras.
Several times I met the families of soldiers tramping northward with all their possessions.
A fellow-roadster behind one of my cigars.