I would one would fly down and take us by the hand! Being men, we must make guesses." Beautiful to us, splendid to us, was this coast of Cuba! We sailed by headlands and deep, narrow-necked bays, river mouths and hanging forests and bold cliffs.

We sailed west and still headland followed headland, and still the lookout cried, "It stretched forever like the main!" We came to a river where ships might ride.

Sounding, we found deep water, entered river mouth and dropped anchor, then went ashore in the boats.

Palms and their water doubles, and in the grove a small abandoned village.

We had seen the people flee before us, and they were no more nor other kind of people than had showed in Concepcion or Fernandina.
Yet were they a little wealthier.