The air was balm, balm! A steady soft wind made cataract sound in the forest.

Sunrise, noon, sunset, midnight, were great glories.
It was November; it was mid-November and after.
Now I was strong and wandered in the forest, though never far from that cliff and cavern.

It was settled between us that in five days I should go down with Guarin to Guacanagari.

He proposed that I should be taken formally into the tribe.

They had a ceremony of adoption, and after that Juan Lepe would be Guarico.