Were they strange to us, be sure we were stranger to them! The azure water, so marvelous, met that sand white like crushed bone, strewn with delicate shells.

Never was wind so sweet as that which blew this morning! Green plumes, the palms brushed the sky; there seemed to us fruit trees also, with satin stems and wide-laden boughs.

When we looked over shoulder the _Santa Maria_, the Pinta and the Nina each rode double, mast and hull in sky, mast and hull in mirror sea.

Something strange and divine was about us, over us.

We wished to laugh, we wished to weep.
Boat head touched clean sand.