"The Blessed Francis who knew that birds have souls to save hath sent them!" We passed the drifting branch of a tree.
It had green leaves.

The sea ran extremely blue and clear, and half the ship thought they smelled frankincense, brought on the winds which now were changeable.

At evening rose a great cry of "Land!" and indeed to one side the sinking sun seemed veritable cliffs with a single mountain peak.

The Admiral, who knew more of sea and air than any two men upon those ships, cried "Cloud--cloud!" but for a time none believed him.
There sprang great commotion, the _Pinta_ too signaling.

Then before our eyes came a rift in the mountain and the cliffs slipped into the sea.
But now all believed in land ahead.