Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And the mountain tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when he did sing:
To his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung; as sun and showers
There had made a lasting spring.
Every thing that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea,
Hung their heads, and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart
Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,
Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,
And after many a summer dies the swan.
Me only cruel immortality
Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms,
Here at the quiet limit of the world,
A white-hair’d shadow roaming like a dream
The ever-silent spaces of the East,
Far-folded mists, and gleaming halls of morn …
1-The Native Americans were on edge and did not know what to think of the Spaniards
2- The barge sinks while trying to leave the island
3- They become desperate for survival and the natives take them in and make them medicine men
4- The native Americans insist the Spaniards heal their men, but the Spaniards think its naive and will not work.
5- Making incisions over the wound, sucking on it, then cauterizing it.
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