IT was a strange thing how utterly favoring now was the wind! It blew with a great steady push always from the east, and always we ran before it into the west.

Day after day we experienced this warm and steadfast driving; day after day we never shifted sail.

The rigging sang a steady song, day and night.

The crowned woman, our figurehead, ran, light-footed, over a green and blue plain, and where the plain ended no man might know! "Perhaps it does not end!" said the mariners.
Of the hidalgos aboard I like best Diego de Arana who had cast off his melancholy.

He was a man of sense, candid and brave.