They could not understand all we said, but were anxious to please the "_padrecito_," whose hand they kissed.

Having no clothing to sell us, they tried to help us procure some.

Orders were given to a shy and wild girl, with deep-set, shining jet-black eyes, raven hair and dark brown skin, dressed in rags.

Stepping to a little out-jutting mass of rock, she gave a wild cry, looking across the valley to the nearest house on the opposite slope, fully half a mile away.

We could see the people of the house turn out to hear.