It was May, and all the rich banks were in bloom.

It seemed a sweet-scented world of promise.

They saw Indians, but had with these no untoward encounters.

Upon the twelfth of May they came to a point of land which they named Archer's Hope.

Landing here, they saw "many squirels, conies, Black Birds with crimson wings, and divers other Fowles and Birds of divers and sundrie colours of crimson, watchet, Yellow, Greene, Murry, and of divers other hewes naturally without any art using...