Fresh gales fell upon them and, as has been said, it was not till October the 28th, after fifty-two days of almost unexampled bad weather, that the sky cleared, and they were able to renew their journey.
They searched the islands in all directions for their missing friends, and in remembrance of them the admiral gave them the name of the Elizabethedes.
Hoping that Captain Winter had sailed north, the Golden Hind's head was turned in that direction, with great hope that they might meet her in latitude 30 degrees; which had been before appointed as a place of rendezvous, should the fleet happen to be separated.
Touching at many points, they inquired everywhere of the natives, but could hear no word of any ship having been seen before.
At the island of Mocha they had a misadventure.

The island was thickly inhabited by many Indians, whom the cruel conduct of the Spaniards had driven from the mainland.

With these people the admiral hoped to have traffic, and the day after his landing they brought down fruit and vegetables and two fat sheep, receiving in return many little presents.

They seemed to be well content, and the next morning early, all being ready for a general traffic, the admiral repaired to the shore again, with two-thirds of his men, with water barrels to fill up the ship.

As they were peaceably engaged in this task the natives, to the number of five hundred, suddenly sprang from an ambush, and with their arrows shot very grievously at the English.
The general himself was struck in the face, under his right eye and close by his nose.