Something terrible might happen! When Luis and I came forth from water and dried ourselves with handfuls of the warm grass, they asked: "Do they do so in heaven ?" The stronger, more intelligent of the two, added, "It is not so different!" I said to Luis as we took path after breakfast, "It is borne in upon me that only from ourselves, Admiral to ship boy, can we keep up this heaven ballad! Clothes, beads and hawk bells, cannon, harquebus, trumpet and banner, ship and sails, royal letters and blessing of the Pope--nothing will do it long unless we do it ourselves!" "Agreed!" quoth Luis.

"But gods and angels are beginning to slip and slide, back there by the ships! We have the less temptation here." He began to speak of a sailor and a brown girl upon whom he had stumbled in a close wood a little way from shore.

She thought Tomaso Pasamonte was a god wooing her and was half-frightened, half-fain.

"And two hours later I saw Don Pedro Gutierrez--" "Ay," said Juan Lepe.

"The same story! The oldest that is!" And as at the word our savages, who had been talking together, now at the next resting place put forward their boldest, who with great reverence asked if there were women in heaven.
Through most of this day we struggled with a difficult if fantastically beautiful country.