Whenever I hear anyone arguing for slavery, I feel a strong impulse to see it tried on him personally. - Abraham Lincoln
One of the slaves from that tribe, Bakkan, had long been unhappy with the treatment of the landowner Valencia and his brutal assistants. Slaves worked in agricultural work, and when they retreated to the barracks to sleep, they were chained. One day one of the servants, Don Rafael, sent Bakkan to load firewood for the ranch, and unintentionally the firewood collapsed from Bakkan’s arms. Don Rafael whipped him without remorse until he saw blood flow from the whole body of that muscular slave. Bakkan confronted him, burst the chains that tied one of his hands to his right foot, disarmed him with precise-handed movements, and with blunted blows killed him. He escaped to the fields that were very thick at the time. He ran barefoot through those bushes without anyone being able to reach him. With their hunting dogs trained to hunt maroons, the landowner and his employees were looking for him without result for several weeks. The escaped slaves were called runaway slaves or cimarons.
Bakkan found a cave behind a small waterfall and hid in it. He only went out early in the mornings to hunt and look for food and hide again. So he lived almost ten years, completely isolated. According to the well-known legend in Tunas, once Bakkan went hunting and stumbled upon a group of Spanish soldiers who roamed the place. Bakkán had only one machete, and climbed to a small hill, closed his black eyes like a jet waiting for the worst, to be shot from the muskets carried by the soldiers. But the Spanish soldiers had what they called “The Code of Honor.” Today’s men find it extremely difficult to understand what this code means. Instead of shooting, they went up one by one to fight melee with their swords the African cimaron. Of course, Bakkan was much burlier, and hurt or disarmed them all. Consenting that they had lost the crusade, they let him escape. Those were the rules of our ancestors, the Spanish army.