One day as we travelled, the Cimaroons found an otter, and
prepared it to be drest: our Captain marvelling at it, PEDRO, our chief
Cimaroon, asked him, "Are you a man of war, and in want; and yet doubt
whether this be meat, that hath blood?"
Herewithal our Captain rebuked himself secretly, that he had so slightly
considered of it before.
The third day of our journey (6th February), they brought us to a town
of their own, seated near a fair river, on the side of a hill, environed
with a dyke of eight feet broad, and a thick mud wall of ten feet high,
sufficient to stop a sudden surpriser. It had one long and broad street,
lying east and west, and two other cross streets of less breadth and
length: there were in it some five or six and fifty households; which
were kept so clean and sweet, that not only the houses, but the very
streets were very pleasant to behold. In this town we saw they lived
very civilly and cleanly. For as soon as we came thither, they washed
themselves in the river; and changed their apparel, as also their women
do wear, which was very fine and fitly made somewhat after the Spanish
fashion, though nothing so costly. This town is distant thirty-five
leagues from Nombre de Dios and forty-five from Panama.
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