“He made and governs everything.”
“Does He govern the Gualichu?”
“He governs every one on earth, and all things on and under the earth.”
“I will pray to the Great Good Spirit.”
Towards morning the eruption died away as quickly as it had begun. Then we retired, and slept well and soundly for several hours.
But next day there was something very like mutiny in our camp. The Indians now refused point blank to go farther with us into the land of the Gualichu.
Jeeka would have braved everything to oblige us, but cacique though he was, he could not go entirely against the wishes of his people.
So it was determined to leave them here in camp till we returned. It was but one day’s journey now to King Kaiso’s country, and Jeeka gave us a solemn pledge that he would not let his people desert. He would shoot them first, he said.
Then we white men saddled our horses, the Indians loaded our pack mares, and off we started all alone to see the terrible king, who kept pet pumas and snakes, tame witches and medicine men.