This lake is twelve miles long, and runs in an east and west direction.

From local circumstances, the sea-breeze blows very regularly during the day, and during the night it falls calm: this has given rise to strange exaggerations, for the phenomenon, as described to us at S.Carlos, was quite a prodigy.
The road to Cucao was so very bad that we determined to embark in a periagua.

The commandant, in the most authoritative manner, ordered six Indians to get ready to pull us over, without deigning to tell them whether they would be paid.

The periagua is a strange rough boat, but the crew were still stranger: I doubt if six uglier little men ever got into a boat together.

They pulled, however, very well and cheerfully.