For many days this continued, and the parting, when the ship set sail on the 23rd of July, was a very sorrowful one, the people climbing to the top of the hills, so as to keep the ship in sight as long as they could, and making great fires and burning thereon sacrifices to the departing gods.
The admiral had now made up his mind to abandon the search for a passage round the north of America.

The cold had become even greater, while they remained in the bay.

The natives themselves were wrapped in black cloths, and huddled together for warmth; and those in the ship suffered exceedingly.

Moreover, the shores of the country trended far more to the west than had been expected, and the admiral concluded that, far to the north, the shores of America and Asia must unite.

He thought, too, that in that country must be very lofty mountains, covered with snow; for so alone could he account for the exceeding coldness of the wind.