I had a heavy malarial fever, and I woke up in one of these big round houses in my hammock, which they had stretched up, and I was in it. If they had been some of our so-called civilized people, they would have left me in the forest and taken everything I had — adios! I never felt — one time I had a boy who worked with me about six weeks, seven weeks. After the first week he told me he’d killed a white man, and I knew the white man. And, the white man had been bothering this boy’s sister. There are no authorities down there, and they have to defend themselves that way. I kept right on working with this boy, and one of the best fellows I ever had. And these are the experiences that I remember: kindness, if you want to use this term, of these people towards this intruder from outside.