of John Cockburn, &c. 37 

 knew what it was? and faying, we mull ftay 

 and help them to get fome more fuch, for 

 that the Rains were coming on, which wafh 

 it from the Mountains. They have Dams 

 to flop the Water, and Utenfils made of 

 Cane to fift the Gold from the Sand, and 

 then running it into little Lumps, therewith 

 pay their Tribute to the King of Spain ; and 

 if any remains it goes moft commonly a- 

 mongft the Holy Fathers, (if they arc 

 Chriftians) leaving themfelves but little to 

 apply to their own Ufes. This Propofal, 

 tho' a golden one, was not acceptable to usj 

 but our Fellow-Traveller, Mr. Banijler, be- 

 gan again to lament bitterly, faying, we were 

 got among Heathens who would keep us 

 ftarving in thefe Mountains all the Days of 

 our Lives; however, in the Morning, we 

 eafily excufed ourfelves to them, faying, we 

 were obliged to go forward with all Speed 

 to Graclas de D'tos, and^fo left 'em without 

 any Attempt made on their Part to flop 

 us. 



About Sun-fet we came to a fine Spring 

 of Water, by which we fat down to drink, 



D 3 and; 



