Cibolo, the gallant, was as resolute and brave as any man among them; but even the eagles seemed to lose their bearings occasionally, and then Yermah called aloud to Akaza:
“Make me to know thy wishes. Humbly and obediently will I follow them.”
Instantly, Cibolo’s ears would go forward, and with a start he would shy at a dim, hazy outline directly in front of him. First it took the form of Akaza; then, gradually it changed into the beatific countenance of Kerœcia.
In the beginning only Yermah could discern them, but before the journey was completed every member of the party saw and recognized them.
“Thou art under Divine guidance,” they said to Yermah, and held him in higher esteem than ever.
On the last day, the eagles circled in the air, screaming uneasily, and refusing to go forward.
“We must be near the place,” the wanderers said to each other, in awe-stricken whispers.
“Dost thou not see the rock and the flowering cactus?”
“One eagle sits and the other circles—”
“O Thou seen and unseen powers! Search our hearts, that thou mayst know all our gratitude,” cried the Dorado, falling to his knees, and prostrating himself on the ground, an act which was quickly imitated by his comrades.