It is a blessed habit of their priests to go wandering in the forest, making their medicine, learning the country, discovering, using certain haunts for meditation.

Sometimes they are gone from their villages for days and weeks.

None indeed of these wild peoples fear reasonable solitude.

Out of all which comes the fact that Guarin knew this mountain.

We were not far, as flies the bird, from the burned town of Guarico, from the sea without sail, from the ruined La Navidad.