"I then as one who remained to die, without knowing whether the Indians would come back or not, endeavored to prepare myself with a _santo christo_ which I had with me, consoling myself with it, as one who had no other company and needed the _santo christo_ so much in that time of trial. With it I conversed and I accused myself of all my faults before it, as one who could pardon them. Having finished reciting the divine service, I got ready to bless a little roll of paper which I had, so as, on seeing that I was failing, to burn it; in the fire, which was at my side. At once I read the prayers for the dying with the litanies, etc., after which I returned to my conversations with the _santo christo_, which finished, I recited a vigil, celebrating my burial." The Miracle of the Sapote. "I was engaged in these exercises, when suddenly, though there were no _sapote_ trees where I was, there came a squirrel down a low tree, with a _sapote_ in his little paws, and giving two jumps in my presence, it showed its little teeth and went away. I was not able to stir, but with a little stick which was at my side, I drew this _sapote_ to me and ate it, for it was as ripe and sweet as honey. The wonder is that in thousands of _sapotes_ which we found in these forests, we did not come across a single good piece of one; and here without there being a tree, that little animal brought a ripe one. I knew then that God sent me that aid, like another Saint Paul, although I was very far from imitating him in his virtues, but rather that God might show his greater mercy to such a great sinner as I. I gave him thanks with some tenderness for such a kindness, hoping with more confidence now that I should not die of hunger. In doing this and saying my prayers, I passed the whole day and night, awaiting every moment the hour of dawn."