Snakes zig-zagged like horizontal lightning across the river. But the only human life to be seen was the haggard, travel- weary party of men in the canoes. When the men pitched camp for the night, they sat in sullen silence thinking, thinking - saying nothing. Sunday: We were so tired and sore we had a day of rest - we’ve been twenty-five days without one. We washed our clothes and took baths. Some of the men even shaved. They seemed to feel better, and we had a meeting for them on the beach. Before this they didn’t want to listen to us preach, but tonight the ice was broken. We invited them to ask the Lord to save them, and about twenty of them did ask Him to do so. When the meeting was over, nobody seemed to want to move, so we talked some more. Now the Kuluene became wide and navigable, with wildlife everywhere. The jungle displayed its beauty of giant flowering trees which showered blossoms from overhanging boughs, turning the water’s edge into a floating garden. The men felt that they must have passed the Kalapalo village without seeing it and were perhaps nearing the Kuri Karos because they found campsites along the river’s edge. Some days travel brought them nowhere. Only one thing was sure. They were confused, weary, hungry, sick - and lost!
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