We wonder about this, why this chieftain alone is wearing these precious stones. Finally we are able to find out, for through motions and signs we have made them understand that we would like to know more about this particular stone. The chieftain is indicating that we can have anything we want except this stone, and he is showing us the reason. He has taken off his outer garment which has these stones studded in it, and as he did this he seemed to change into an older man. He pointed to himself as this was taking place, also he fluttered with his arms and jumped into the air and hit back onto the ground, just like anybody would do. Now he is taking a stone about two inches in diameter which hangs from a gold chain and is putting the chain around his neck. In a matter of seconds as we watch he has turned to be as youthful as he was when we first met him. Then by putting his garment back on, which seems to be a royal-like robe, he can flutter with his arms again and jump up into the air, only now he stays there. He doesn't drop back to the ground. Instead he moves about above the ground something as a humming bird does, only he does not flutter his arms like a humming bird does his wings. We are made to understand that this is only possible by possessing this gem. After carefully examining and sincerely admiring many different types of these trinkets worn by the people and thoroughly enjoying the demonstration given by the chieftain, our attention is again drawn to the lake that we may examine it more closely. Along its shores the sand itself is radiant and possesses something that we cannot analyze, for all the grains seem to sparkle. After spending quite some time in the sand on the shore of the lake we went into the water to pick up some of the sand from the lake bottom. This we find is as clean and sparkling as that on the shore. It seems to have a different feel to it than sands which we have known on Earth, just as the waters of the lake were so refreshing when we drank from them. Now these tribes' leaders are indicating that there is something else they want to show us. They are leading us again to the brush-forest. Here they pluck down some of the brush and split it with a flint-like instrument. To our surprise there is a fine silken thread in the center of each stalk. This thread is sometimes ten to twenty feet in length, depending upon the height of the brush from which it had been plucked. It really looks like silk, yet it is very strong. They show us that when this fiber thread is taken out from within the limb, or stalk, it can be woven into cloth immediately without any treatment of any kind. They are weaving some of these threads together making a small piece of cloth for us to see and feel.