One of the runners up in the Latin-American novel contest, striking for its unique background, the primitive Cora Indian tribe, and for its impressionistic style. It is a formless book, with little action -- almost no plot. By grace of mistaken identity, Ramon rdoba escapes hanging, flees to the jungle with a small band of followers. A minor government official tells the story of their flight through the region of the Nayarit, b of the unsubjugated Coras. The book is saturated with the superstitions, the customs, the inner workings of the Coran, and their eternal struggle with their Mexican masters. There is something of W. H. Hudson's poetic feeling for the jungle here, combined with St. Epary's deep understanding of isolated spots. Indigenous themes are the common denominator of the best Latin American writers today, but Menendez' method of handling the return to the native is highly individual.