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CHAPTER XXXII.
The sun declines. Japy springs out of the forest and runs towards the Wigwam-door.
Iraçéma, sitting with her child upon her bosom, basks in the sun՚s ray, for she feels the cold shivering through her frame. On seeing the faithful messenger of her husband, hope revived in her heart. She would have arisen to meet her Lord and Warrior, but her weak limbs refused to obey her will.
She fell helpless against a Wigwam-prop.
Japy licked the inanimate hand, and jumped playfully, to make the child laugh, with little barks of joy. At times it rushed to the forest skirts and barked to call its master, and then it ran back to the cabin to fondle the mother and the child.
At this time Martim was treading the yellow prairies of Tauapé ;[1] his inseparable brother, Poty, marched by his side.
Eight moons[2] had sped since he had left the beach of Jacarécanga. After conquering the Guaraciábas in the Bay of the Parrots, the Christian warrior left for the banks of the Mearim, where lived the savage allies of the Tupinambás.
Poty and his warriors accompanied him. After they had crossed the flowing arm of the sea which comes from the Serra of Tauatinga[3] and bathes the
plains where men fish for Piau,[4] they finally saw the