He looked full of concern, and shaking his head, said, “No, no, Friday tell them to live good; tell them to pray God; tell them to eat corn-bread, cattle flesh, milk; no eat man again.” “Why, then,” said I to him, “they will kill you.”
Me miró lleno de preocupación y, meneando la cabeza, me respondió: -No, no. Viernes dice vive bien, dice rogar a Dios, dice comer pan de grano, carne de rebaño, leche, no come hombre otra vez. -Pero, entonces te matarían.