"Our Italian--our Italian! Why did not Italy keep him?
And Portugal neither would have him! Castile, the jade, takes him up!" Then after absence began again the signs.

Flocks of birds went by us.

I saw him watching, and truly these flights did seem to come from south of west.

On the seventh of October he altered course.

We sailed southwest.
This day there floated by a branch with purple berries, and we saw flying fish.