On his fall the canoes retired.

Satisfied with this Tasman took no vengeance and sailed away further into the strait.
Fierce north-westerly gales checked for days his northward progress.
The strait, it may be mentioned, is still playfully termed "the windpipe of the Pacific." One night Tasman held a council on board the _Heemskirk_, and suggested to the officers that the tide showed that an opening must exist to the east, for which they had better search.
But he did not persevere.

When next evening the north wind died away there came an easterly breeze, followed by a stiff southerly gale, which made him change his mind again.

So are discoveries missed.
He ran on northward, merely catching glimpses, through scud and cloud, of the North Island.

Finally, at what is now North Cape, he discerned to his joy a free passage to the east.