GUACANAGARI'S town was much perhaps as was Goth town, Frank town, Saxon town, Latin town, sufficient time ago.

As for clothed and unclothed, that may be to some degree a matter of cold or warm weather.

We had not seen that ever it was cold in this land.
Guacanagari feasted us with great dignity and earnestness, for he and his people held it a momentous thing our coming here, our being here.
Utias we had and iguana, fish, cassava bread, potato, many a delicious fruit, and that mild drink that they made.

And we had calabashes, trenchers and fingers, stone knives with which certain officers of the feast decorously divided the meat, small gourds for cups, water for cleansing, napkins of broad leaves.

It was a great and comely feast.