Caribs seemed not to be in Cuba, but beyond sea, in islands.
Luis and I made progress in language and knowledge.

Roderigo Jerez, a simple man, slept or tried the many kinds of fruit, or teased the slender, green-flame lizards.
We slept this night high on the mountainside, on soft grass near a fall of water.

The Indians showed no fear of attack from man or beast.

They could make fire in a most ingenious fashion, setting stick against larger stick and turning the first with such skill, vigor and persistence that presently arose heat, a spark, fire.

But they seemed to need or wish no watch fire.