IN the small, small cabin of the _Nina_ Christopherus Columbus sat for a time with his head bowed in his arms, then rose and made up a mission to go to the cacique Guacanagari and, relating our misfortune, request aid and shelter until we had determined upon our course.

There went Diego de Arana and Pedro Gutierrez with Luis Torres and one or two more, and they took Diego Colon and the two St.Thomas Indians.

It was now full light, the shore and mountains green as emerald, the water its old unearthly blue.
The _Nina_ swung at anchor just under the land and the now receding tide uncovered more and more those sands where the Santa Maria lay huddled and dying.

The Admiral gazed, and the tears ran down his face.

He was so great that he never thought to hide just emotion.