He also furnished me with a grass hammock, and had it hung up there and then, so that I could lie down when inclined.

There was nothing he would not do for me.

And at last, when many more cups had been emptied, and a third or fourth jar brought out, he began to unburthen his heart of its dark and dangerous secrets.

He shed tears--for the "man without at ear" dwells not in the woods of Guayana: tears for those who had been treacherously slain long years ago; for his father, who had been killed by Tripica, the father of Managa, who was still above ground.

But let him and all his people beware of Runi.