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"The warrior Cauby is a mighty huntsman of the mountains and the forests. The eyes of his father are proud to dwell upon him."
The old man opened his eyes, but they soon closed again.
"Daughter of Araken! choose for thy guest the Return Gift, and prepare the Moquem[1] for the journey. If the stranger need a guide, Cauby, the Lord of the Path,[2] will accompany him."
And sleep once more closed his eyes.
While Cauby hung up the quarry over the smoke, Iraçéma took her own white hammock of cotton fringed with feathers, and folded it into the Urú of plaited straw.
Martim awaited her at the doorway of the wigwam, and the maiden came to him and said—
"Warrior that takest away the sleep from Iraçéma՚s eyes, take also her hammock. When he sleeps in it, may dreams of Iraçéma speak with his heart."
"Thy hammock, maiden of the Tabajáras, shall be my companion in the wilds. Let the cold wind of night blow fiercely, it will protect the stranger with its warmth and breathe the sweet perfume of Iracema՚s bosom."
Cauby went forth to see his wigwam, which he had not visited since his return. Iraçéma departed to prepare provisions for the voyage. There remained in the cabin only the Pagé, who was sleeping aloud, and the youth with his sorrows.
The sun was setting when Iraçéma՚s brother returned from the great wigwam.