We were to find that in all these lands they on occasion carried their caciques or the sick or hurt in litters or palanquins borne on men's shoulders.

But for carrying, grinding, drawing, they knew naught of the wheel.

It seemed strange that any part of Asia should not know! In this town we found the cacique, and with him a _butio_ or priest.
Once, too, I thought, our king and church were undeveloped like these.
We were looking in these lands upon the bud which elsewhere we knew in the flower.

That to Juan Lepe seemed the difference between them and us.
The people swarmed out upon us.

When the first admiration was somewhat over, when Diego Colon and the two seaside men and the Cubans of the burning sticks had made explanation, we were swept with them into their public square and to a hut much larger than common where we found a stately Indian, the cacique, and an ancient wrinkled man, the _butio_.
These met us with their own assumption of something like godship.