A cold and wind-swept hour, all stiffly up or down, brought me to Esperanza, near which I saw the first wheeled vehicle of Honduras, a contraption of solid wooden wheels behind gaunt little oxen identical with those of northwest Spain even to the excruciating scream of its greaseless axle.
"Tramping Through Mexico, Guatemala and Honduras Being the Random Notes of an Incurable Vagabond"
Harry A. Franck