The 12th we saw five deer on the top of an island, called by us Darcie's Island.

And we hoisted out our boat, and went ashore to them, thinking to have killed some of them.

But when we came on shore and had coursed them twice about the island they took the sea, and swain towards islands distant from that three leagues.

When we perceived that they had taken the sea, we gave them over, because our boat was so small that it could not carry us and row after them, they swam so fast; but one of them was as big as a good pretty cow, and very fat; their feet as big as ox-feet.

Here upon this island I killed with my piece a grey hare.
The 13th in the morning we saw three or four white bears, but durst not go on shore unto them for lack of a good boat.