This cacique, whose fortunes now began to be intertwined with ours, had his likeness, so far as went state and custom, to that Cuban chieftain whom Luis Torres and I had visited.
But this was an easier, less strongly fibred person, a big, amiable, indolent man with some quality of a great dog who, accepting you and becoming your friend, may never be estranged.

He was brave after his fashion, gifted enough in simple things.

In Europe he would have been an easy, well-liked prince or duke of no great territory.

He kept a simple state, wore some slight apparel of cotton and a golden necklet.
He brought gifts and an unfeigned sympathy for that death upon the sand bar.
He and the Admiral sat and talked together.

"Gods from heaven ?"--"Christian men and from Europe," and we could not make him, at this time, understand that that was not the same thing.