They brought us food and took our gifts in exchange; they harangued us in answer to our harangues; they made dances for us.

The children thronged around, fearless now and curious.

The women were kind.

Old men and women together, and sometimes more women than men, sat in a council ring about some venerable tree.
There was no quarrel and no oppression upon this adventure.

I look back and I see that single journey in Hispaniola a flower and pattern of what might be.
They gave us what gold they had--freely--and we gave in return things that they prized.