Chico Morales always rose before dawn, even before the cook was awake, dressing and walking out into the brush fringing camp for a smoke.
From the pouch that every Mexican wore at his belt he took the bundle of HOJAS. Removing one of these corn husk cigarette papers, he shook tobacco into it from a reed tube also carried in the pouch. Rolling the cigarette, he next took out the red cord of timber, the bit of flint, the steel ESLABON, all wrapped in a piece of buck skin. With ESLABON and flint, he struck a spark that lodged in the tinder. Blowing the spark into a flame, he lit his cigarette. Then he pinched out the flame in the tinder and returned all his primative making to the pouch.
CRIPES !
That's enough to either give up or cut down on your smoking ..... thank goodness for wax matches
From the pouch that every Mexican wore at his belt he took the bundle of HOJAS. Removing one of these corn husk cigarette papers, he shook tobacco into it from a reed tube also carried in the pouch. Rolling the cigarette, he next took out the red cord of timber, the bit of flint, the steel ESLABON, all wrapped in a piece of buck skin. With ESLABON and flint, he struck a spark that lodged in the tinder. Blowing the spark into a flame, he lit his cigarette. Then he pinched out the flame in the tinder and returned all his primative making to the pouch.
CRIPES !
That's enough to either give up or cut down on your smoking ..... thank goodness for wax matches