We gazed and gazed, but it did not come again.
It might have been not land, but a small boat afire.

But that is not probable, and we upon the _Santa Maria_ held that to see burning wood on shore, though naught showed of that shore itself, was truly first to view, first of all of us, that land we sought.

He did not care for the ten thousand maravedies, but he cared that it should be said that God showed it first to him.
The wind pushed us on with the flat of a great hand.

Midnight and after midnight.

At the sight of that flame we should have fired our cannon, but for some reason this was not done.