Now for long, long days the sun rose right aft, and when it set dyed with red brow and eyes and cheek and breast of the carved woman at our prow.

She wore a great crown, and she looked ever with wide eyes upon the west that we chased.
Straight west over Ocean-Sea, the first men, the first ships! If ever there had been others, our world knew it not.

The Canaries sank into the east.

Turn on heel around one's self, and mark never a start of land to break the rim of the vast sea bowl! Never a sail save those above us of the _Santa Maria_, or starboard or larboard, the Pinta and the Nina.

The loneliness was vast and utter.