Pedro was a wonderful person among all the people of the ranch. Besides being the most renowned hunter, he had seen the world, and conscious of his superiority, he strutted among the vaqueros and other ranch hands like an only rooster in a small barnyard. Besides, he spoke English, which he had learned on one of his trips up North. Yes, Pedro was a traveled man he had been as far away as Sugar Land and had worked in the sugar-cane plantations. Many strange things he had seen in his travels. He had seen how the convicts were worked on the plantations and how they were whipped for the least offenses. Yes, he, Pedro, had seen that with his own eyes. He did not stay in the Sugar Land country long the dampness was making him have chills. So he hired himself as a section hand. His auditors should have seen that big black monster, el Tren Volador. It roared and whistled and belched fire and smoke as it flew over the land. He would have liked being a section hand on the railroads, had it not been for the food — corn bread and salt pork. He had been told that if he ate salt pork, he would soon learn to speak English. Bah ! What a lie ! He had eaten it three times a day and had only learned to say 'yes.' But being anxious to see a city, he came to Houston. As he walked through the downtown streets one Saturday evening, he saw some beautiful American ladies singing at corner. What attracted his attention was that they played the guitar. And that made him homesick for the ranch. He stopped to listen, and the beautiful ladies talked to him and patted him on the back. They took him with them that night and let him sleep in a room above the garage. He could not understand them, but they were very kind and taught him to play the drum, and every evening the ladies, after putting on a funny hat, took the guitars and the drum, and they went to town. They sang beautifully, and he beat the drum in a way that must have caused the envy of the passers-by, and when he passed a plate, many people put money in it. During the winter he learned English. But with the coming of spring he got homesick for the mesquitales, the fragrant smell of the husache, the lowing of the cattle at sundown, and above all, for the mellow, rank smell of the corral. What would he not give for a good cup of black, strong ranch coffee, and a piece of jerky broiled over the fire! And so one night, with his belongings wrapped up in a blanket, he left south by west for the land of his youth. And here was again, a man who had seen the world but who was happy to be at home. Which sentence from the story best states the main idea?