A few upright poles forked at their tops; a few others laid horizontally upon them; a thatch of palm leaves to shadow the burning rays of the sun--that is all.
In this shadow there are human beings--men, women, children.

They wear rude garments of white cotton cloth; but they are half-naked, and their skins are dark, almost black.

Their hair is woolly and frizzled.

They are not Indians, they are not negroes, they are "zamboes"-- a mixture of both.

They are coarse-featured, and coarsely clad.