The stroke-oarsman gabbled Indian, and uttered strange cries, much after the fashion of a pig-driver driving his pigs.

We started with a light breeze against us, but yet reached the Capella de Cucao before it was late.

The country on each side of the lake was one unbroken forest.

In the same periagua with us a cow was embarked.

To get so large an animal into a small boat appears at first a difficulty, but the Indians managed it in a minute.