The climate is mild; they never have snow or ice, and I saw no chimneys in the town.

The donkeys and the men, women, and children of a family all eat and sleep in the same room, and are unclean, are ravaged by vermin, and are truly happy.

The people lie, and cheat the stranger, and are desperately ignorant, and have hardly any reverence for their dead.

The latter trait shows how little better they are than the donkeys they eat and sleep with.

The only well-dressed Portuguese in the camp are the half a dozen well-to-do families, the Jesuit priests, and the soldiers of the little garrison.