The day was now well advanced, with a fresh breeze blowing.

The waves curled up behind the body of the cayman, raising "mountains of foam whereon the smooth, rich sunlight glitters," as the poet says.

The music again resounded; Iday played on the harp, while the men handled the accordions and guitars with greater or less skill.

The prize-winner was Albino, who actually scratched the instruments, getting out of tune and losing the time every moment or else forgetting it and changing to another tune entirely different.
The second corral was visited with some misgivings, as many expected to find there the mate of the dead cayman, but nature is ever a jester, and the nets came up full at each haul.

Aunt Isabel superintended the sorting of the fish and ordered that some be left in the trap for decoys.