The excitement at the first sight of a totally naked people grew feverish when the fleet saw its first woman, at a landing further down the coast. Good, young, and tender, with very long black hair hanging down their backs. Their privy parts were so high and tightly closed and so free from pubic hair that, even when we examined them very closely, they did not become embarrassed.

The Indians' hospitality was just as ingenuous as their dress. They accepted the sudden appearance of us strangers quite calmly, despite our European clothing and beards and remarkable possessions. Some were timid, but their welcome was generally warm and friendly. The two races managed to fraternize cheerfully, we had found ourselves not too far from the ships, intermingling with the natives in one of their villages.

They constructed fine huts, with intricate thatch and a subtle architecture of beams and rafters. One of the officers from the fleet had brought along a bagpipe player, and a drummer. The native women were delighted and laughed and responded very well to the sound of the pipe and drum. One young woman in particular caught your eye, all dyed from head to foot in their red, vegetable-dye paint.

You had found yourself dancing with her a good deal, and now you were both laughing and joking and getting on very well together. She took hold of your hand, and wanted to bring you to her hut, so you would be closer to her. You excitedly followed her lead and allow her to escort you to her home. She was so well built and so well curved, and her privy part was so gracious that many women of Spain, on seeing such charms, would be ashamed that theirs were not like hers.

She escorted you to the front of the hut, where she spread out a number of animal hides and placed them on the floor. It was a very dark brown in color with broad black stripes, a product of some kind of animal you were unfamiliar with. She lay down and stretched herself upon it, beckoning you to join her.