Traveling in Mexico Paracutin is Born

PARACUTIN IS BORN

His ox stopped again, panting from the effort of pulling a crude wooden plow through soil that cracked beneath each labored step. Dionisio stopped too, mopping his brow for the hundredth time. “Tst - tst!”, the Tarascan Indian coaxed at the beast. It clambered up and ag…

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