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It was impossible for me to keep pace with the additional lore of my genial informant�hair displacing scales on aged fish, the spinning of a fine yarn from the undigested fibre of the quillai tree, squeezed from the sapo like fishing-gut from silk worms�even by swift thinking.

When the female is ready to spawn he locates a quillai tree and, flipping himself into an overhanging branch, tears off a twig and drops back into the water with it.

Quillai or Cully of the Chilians.

Instead of soap, they used the back of the quillai, which is an excellent substitute.