"Friends first and last!" believed the Admiral.

Indeed, all felt it so, this bright day.

If they were not all we had imaged, sailing to them, yet were they men, and unthreatening, novel, very interesting to us with their island and their marvelous blue water.

All was heightened by sheer joy of landing, and of finding--finding something! And what we found was not horrible nor deathful, but bright, promising, scented like first fruits.
To them we found we were gods! They moved about us with a kind of ceremony of propitiation.

Two youths came with a piece of bark carried like a salver, piled with fruits and with thin cakes of some scraped root.