So we go across the water, and think to sell to some Fayal man.
Then it blow fresh, and we cannot see well.

Eh, wha-at?
Then it blow some more fresh, and we go down below and drive very fast--no one know where.

By and by we see a land, and it get some hot.

Then come two, three nigger in a brick.

Eh, wha-at?
We ask where we are, and they say--now, what you all think ?" "Grand Canary," said Disko, after a moment.