Arthur O. Friel, Black White — Chapter IX (1923)
“ A man roving as I do about the Parimas often finds little houses of this kind, but they are usually old and empty. All this I told White. Then the Maquiritare came through the bark again and stood waiting. When we arose he held the rough slab aside for us, and as we passed through the opening he followed us. The bark snapped shut like the jaws of a trap. We stepped along slowly, finding hammocks slung across the way, fringes of cotton strings hanging from rafters, and now and then a low pole barring us until we straddled over it. There were very few women in the place: too few. ”
