on the Bank of the River all along. A little distant
from the Houses, or Huts, we saw some dancing, others busy'd in fetching
and carrying of Water from the River. They had no sooner spy'd us, but
they set up a loud Cry, that frighted us at first; we thought it had
been for those that should kill us, but it seems it was of Wonder and
Amazement. They were all naked; and we were dress'd, so as is most
commode for the hot Countries, very glittering and rich; so that we
appear'd extremely fine; my own Hair was cut short, and I had a Taffety
Cap, with black Feathers on my Head; my Brother was in a Stuff-Suit,
with Silver Loops and Buttons, and abundance of green Ribbon. This was
all infinitely surprising to them; and because we saw them stand still
till we approach'd 'em, we took Heart and advanc'd, came up to 'em, and
offer'd 'em our Hands; which they took, and look'd on us round about,
calling still for more Company; who came swarming out, all wondering,
and crying out _Tepeeme_; taking their Hair up in their Hands, and
spreading it wide to those they call'd out to; as if they would say
(as indeed it signify'd) _Numberless Wonders_, or not to be recounted,
no more than to number the Hair of their Heads. By Degrees they grew
more bold, and from gazing upon us round, they touch'd us, laying their
Hands upon all the Features of our Faces, feeling our Breasts, and Arms,
taking up one Petticoat, then wondering to see another; admiring our
Shoes and Stockings, but more our Garters, which we gave 'em, and they
ty'd about their Legs, being lac'd with Silver Lace at the Ends; for
they much esteem any shining Things. In fine, we suffer'd 'em to survey
us as they pleas'd, and we thought they would never have done admiring
us. When _Caesar_, and the rest, saw we were receiv'd with such Wonder,
they came up to us; and finding the _Indian_ Trader whom they knew, (for
'tis by these Fishermen, call'd _Indian_ Traders, we hold a Commerce
with 'em; for they love not to go far from home, and we never go to
them) when they saw him therefore, they set up a new Joy, and cry'd in
their Language, _Oh, here's our +Tiguamy+, and we shall know whether
those Things can speak._ So advancing to him, some of 'em gave him their
Hands, and cry'd, _Amora Tiguamy_; which is as much as, _How do you do?_
or, _Welcome Friend_; and all, with one din, began to gabble to him, and
ask'd, if we had Sense and Wit? If we could talk of Affairs of Life and
War, as they c