His children were nothing to my father when compared to my mother, and he would have been content to lose them every one if thereby he might have purchased back her life.

But after all it was a noble infirmity, for he thought little of himself and had gone through much to win her.
Of my voyage to Cadiz, to which port I had learned that de Garcia's ship was bound, there is little to be told.

We met with contrary winds in the Bay of Biscay and were driven into the harbour of Lisbon, where we refitted.

But at last we came safely to Cadiz, having been forty days at sea..