Mary Faris. Brasilis (№ 311731)

Tried to detain hunters slaves thickets, waterfalls, falling rocks - it was impossible. Strong, evil, they step on the toes of my golitely. To give the Indians time, scattered in the river in the path of the pursuers, shiny crumb. But when they saw gold, about the Indians forgotten. Drained the line, spurting water from a new road. Turning over the stones, climbed up the river to the mountains.