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expedition, so that in two days we had already set out on the next leg of the<br />

journey to the south. Mrs. Irmgard Weitlaner Johnson, (widow of Jean B.<br />

Johnson, a pioneer of the ethnographic study of the Mexican magic mushrooms,<br />

killed in the Allied l<strong>and</strong>ing in North Africa) had joined us. Her father,<br />

Robert J. Weitlaner, had emigrated to Mexico from Austria <strong>and</strong> had likewise<br />

contributed toward the rediscovery of the mushroom cult. Mrs. Johnson worked<br />

at the National Museum of Anthropology in Mexico City, as an expert on Indian<br />

textiles.<br />

After a two-day journey in a spacious L<strong>and</strong> Rover, which took us over the<br />

plateau, along the snow-capped Popocatepetl, passing Puebla, down into the<br />

Valley of Orizaba with its magnificent tropical vegetation, then by ferry<br />

across the Popoloapan (Butterfly River), on through the former Aztec garrison<br />

Tuxtepec, we arrived at the starting point of our expedition, the Mazatec<br />

village of Jalapa de Diaz, lying on a hillside.<br />

<strong>The</strong>re we were in the midst of the environment <strong>and</strong> among the people that we<br />

would come to know in the succeeding 2 1/2 weeks.<br />

<strong>The</strong>re was an uproar upon our arrival in the marketplace, center of this<br />

village widely dispersed in the jungle. Old <strong>and</strong> young men, who had been<br />

squatting <strong>and</strong> st<strong>and</strong>ing around in the half-opened bars <strong>and</strong> shops, pressed<br />

suspiciously yet curiously about our L<strong>and</strong> Rover; they were mostly barefoot but<br />

all wore a sombrero. Women <strong>and</strong> girls were nowhere to be seen. One of the men<br />

gave us to underst<strong>and</strong> that we should follow. him. He led us to the local<br />

president, a fat mestizo who had his office in a one-story house with a<br />

corrugated iron roof. Gordon showed him our credentials from the civil<br />

authorities <strong>and</strong> from the military governor of Oaxaca, which explained that we<br />

had come here to carry out scientific investigations. <strong>The</strong> president, who<br />

probably could not read at all, was visibly impressed by the large-sized<br />

documents equipped with official seals. He had lodgings assigned to us in a<br />

spacious shed, in which we could place our air mattresses <strong>and</strong> sleeping bags.<br />

I looked around the region somewhat. <strong>The</strong> ruins of a large church from colonial<br />

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