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9In 1970 a small group returned and mapped to the -400 foot level withoutincident. But due to further hostilities generated from near San Andres,cavers decided that the Huautla area wasn't worth the hassle at that time,and the Fissure project was scrapped.So, six years later, we were back in Huautla at the Fissure. ~erigged the entrance and Jim, Jeff, and Alexia rappeled in. Surely, thebad local feelings had ebbed we thought. As I was preparing to descend,one of the teenagers in the small group of locals that had gathered asked,"What will you do if someone cuts the rope?" That was all i needed to beconvinced we needed a guard. lV:hile the others rigged in, I stayed andchatted with the friendly local that happened by. All seemed well.About mid-afternoon two husky Mazatecs carne down the trail with loadedburros. They immediately stopped, stood up belligerently, and said,"Whatdo you think you are doing there?" I gave them my standard A!~CS introductoryspeech. They replied,"Where is your permission?" Since we had onlyverbal permission from the Presidente of Huautle and had left the consulatepapers in San Agustin, I was at a loss to present them with anything.They promptly demanded 50 peses, which is a lot of dinero to produce pitside.Naturally, I had nothing to give them and said so. I was immediatelyinformed that they were going to cut the rope.Well, I couldn't begin to write down the rash of thoughts going throughmy head at that moment. Neither of the culprits stood taller than my chestand couldn't have weighed more than 110 lbs. each. I convinced myself thatboth could be flipped into the cornfield if anything was seriously threatened.Nonetheless, that was to be a last resort as 20 peasants were watchingfrom the far trail. In the meantime, one of the two was scrambling tountie or cut the rope, while the other was attempting to throw a nooseover my head or whip me with his short rope.About this time, they threw my pack into the pit. Visualizing my lastJustrite lamp smashed to bits was the last straw. Apparently realizing---­this, they snatched a 10m rope and ran like hell. I chased them 30 metersand gave up. ThrQugh all this the rope dido' t get cut or thrown in.Had our problems ended then, it would have made an interestingcampfire story. Two hours later, four somewhat smaller Mazatecs arrivedand said the Presidente wanted to see me immediately. They didn't seemtoo hostile and I convinced them to wait an hour. Finally I heard Jim'svoice below. All were up shortly and we had a quick conference. It wasdecided that Jim and Jeff would take all the gear and entrance rope andhead for the house with instructions to contact the Huautla police ifAlexia and I weren't back by morning. Alexia and I then hiked to PlanCarlota, arriving in a courtyard as darkness fell. One man produced a setof keys and unlocked a small door. Alexia looked at me and we both decidedwe weren't going in there until the Presidente had entered.Shortly the political entourage came and all entered the small roomwhereupon a candle was lit and the kangaroo court convened. An old manread an official letter stating that all hippies in the region. especiallythose possessing such "cosas ilictas" as marijuana and hongas (psilcybin)were to be hassled and could be fined up to 1000 pesos and imprisoned. Theythen demanded 500 pesos! The situation was serious as they spoke verylittle Spanish but were making the case clear that if we had nothing ofvalue we would spend some time getting acquainted with their jail. Theyeven went as far as to suggest Alexia provide some "services" for thePresidente. We stated our case for about an hour and for some reason(Christmas Eve, Belief, Boredom? 1) they let us go after we promised toreturn the next day and pay the 500 pesos. We hiked back to the house anda heavy conference insued. There was too much equipment to abandon theFissure, as it was left rigged, so it was decided to pull a politicalpower play.