For us, senor, every day is fast-day--only without the fish.

We have maize, pumpkin, cassava, potatoes, and these suffice.

And even of these cultivated fruits of the earth she eats but little in the house, preferring certain wild berries and gums, which are more to her taste, and which she picks here and there in her rambles in the wood.

And I, sir, loving her as I do, whatever my inclination may be, shed no blood and eat no flesh." I looked at him with an incredulous smile.
"And your dogs, old man ?" "My dogs?
Sir, they would not pause or turn aside if a coatimundi crossed their path--an animal with a strong odour.

As a man is, so is his dog.