Now at low tide, we could approach and enter the _Santa Maria_.

A great breach had been made and water was deep in her hold, but we could get at much of casks and chests, and could take away sails and cordage, even her two cannon.

Eventually, as she broke up, we might float away to shore much of her timber.

When I looked from the wreck to the little Nina, I could see, limned as it were in air, the Viceroy's first colony, set in Hispaniola, beside Guacanagari's town.

All Christmas day we toiled and the Indians at our side.