Being of weak physique, he most likely engaged in less strenuous activity in the shrine, stirred from time to time by stories of “miracles attributed to the icon of the Cimarrones.”

The icon itself was a manifestation of simplicity, crudeness, and meekness. The icon had no jewels. It had no crown. It had no richly embroidered robe. No perfume enveloped it.  But the Cimarrones called her their Ina.  The icon was a mother with her son on her left lap, whose hand is extended as if to give a blessing to anyone who seeks her help. And to add native color, the icon was bathed in blood from a dog slain at the banks of the Naga river.

This was the Ina of the Cimarrones.

It took a couple of hundred years before the devotees to the Lady of Peña de Francia grew by the thousands and the devotion assumed regional proportion.
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