They fell to words and from words to blows, and one of them shot the other.

At which more of them met and fell to skirmishing so briskly with their Bows and Arrows, that twenty or thirty were left dead upon the spot.
[Curious in their Arrows.] They are so curious of their Arrows that no Smith can please them; The King once to gratifie them for a great Present they brought him, gave all of them of his best made Arrow-blades: which nevertheless would not please their humour.

For they went all of them to a Rock by a River and ground them into another form.

The Arrows they use are of a different fashion from all other, and the Chingulays will not use them.
[Now they preserve their flesh.] They have a peculiar way by themselves of preserving Flesh.

They cut a hollow Tree and put honey in it, and then fill it up with flesh, and stop it up with clay.