Only one was a long craft, holding twenty men; the others came in cockle boats, with one or two or three.
Not only canoes, but they came swimming, men and boys, all a dark grace in the cerulean, lucid sea.

They were so fearless--for we came from heaven and would not harm them.

We were going to make them rich; we were going to "save" them.
A score perhaps were helped aboard the _Santa Maria_.

The Pinta, the Nina, had others.

They were like children, touching, staring, excitedly talking and gesturing among themselves, or gazing in a kind of fixed awe, asking of the least sailor with all reverence, bowing themselves before the Admiral, the over-god.