The Admiral moved richly dressed, rapt and benignant, yet sparing a part of himself to keep all order, measure, rightness on the ship, and another part to find out with keen pains, "What of other lands?
What of folk who must be your superiors ?" They had brought offerings.

Half a dozen parrots perched around, very gorgeously colored, loquacious in a speech we did not know.

We had stacks of the large round thin cakes baked on stones which afterwards we called cassava, and great gourds, "calabashes" filled with fruit, and balls of cotton in a rude thread.

We gave beads, bits of cloth, little purses, and the small bells that caused extravagant delight.

But ever the Admiral looked for signs of gold, for he must find for princes and nobles and merchants gold or silver, or precious stones or spice, or all together.