olama? It was a bad place.
There were Indians there, a few; but they were not good Indians like
those of Parahuari, and would kill a white man. HAD I gone there? Why
had I gone there?

He finished at last, and it was my turn to speak, but he had given me
plenty of time, and my reply was ready. "I have heard you," I said.
"Your words are good words. They are the words of a friend. 'I am the
white man's friend,' you say; 'is he my friend? He went away secretly,
saying no word; why did he go without speaking to his friend who had
treated him well? Has he been to my enemy Managa? Perhaps he is a friend
of my enemy? Where has he been?' I must now answer these things, saying
true words to my friend. You are an Indian, I am a white man. You do not
know all the white man's thoughts. These are the things I wish to tell
you. In the white man's country are two kinds of men. There are the rich
men, who have all that a man can desire--houses made of stone, full of
fine things, fine clothes, fine weapons, fine ornaments; and they have
horses, cattle, sheep, dogs--everything they desire. Because they have
gold, for with gold the white man buys everything. The other kind
of white men are the poor, who have no gold and cannot buy or have
anything: they must work hard for the rich man for the little food he
gives them, and a rag to cover their nakedness; and if he gives them
shelter they have it; if not they must lie down in the rain out of
doors. In my own country, a hundred days from here, I was the son of a
great chief, who had much gold, and when he died it was all mine, and I
was rich. But I had an enemy, one worse than Managa, for he was rich and
had many people. And in a war his people overcame mine, and he took my
gold, and all I possessed, making me poor. The Indian kills his enemy,
but the white man takes his gold, and that is worse than death. Then I
said: 'I have been a rich man and now I am poor, and must work like a
dog for some rich man, for the sake of the little food he will throw me
at the end of each day. No, I cannot do it! I will go away and live with
the Indians, so that those who have seen me a rich man shall never see
me working like a dog for a master, and cry out and mock at me. For the
Indians are not like white men: they have no gold; they are not rich
and poor; all are alike. One roof covers them from the rain and sun.
All have weapons which they make; all kill birds in the forest and catch
fish in the rivers