Take all ashore that can be carried or floated and may be of use.

Up and down--down and up!" The inhabitants of Hispaniola were now about us in canoes or swimming.
They seemed to cry out in distress and sympathy, gazing at the _Santa Maria_ as though it were a god dying there.

Their own canoes were living things to them as is any ship to a mariner, and by analogy our great canoe was a Being dying, more of a Being than theirs, because it had wings and could open and fold them.

And then back came our boat with Diego de Arana and the others, and they had with them that same brother of the cacique who had come to us in St.Thomas Harbor.

And had we been wrecked off Palos, not Palos could have showed more concern or been more ready to help than were these men.
We had three boats and the Indian canoes and hands enough, white and copper-hued.