But the Great Spirit could not be hurt and had no wish to hurt any one else, whether _zemes_ or men.

To live with the Great Spirit, that was really the Heron wish, though the little herons could not always see it.
This butio--Guarin his name--was a young man with eyes that could burn and voice that fell naturally into a chant.

He took me into the forest with him to look for a very rare tree.

When it was found I watched him gather plants from beneath it and scrape bits off its bark into a small calabash.

I understood that it was good for fever, and later I borrowed from him and found that he had grounds for what he said.
La Navidad and Guarico neighbored each other.