He had mind and moral sense, though not the European mind at best, nor the European moral sense at highest.

But he was well begun.

And he had beauty of form and countenance and an eager, deep eye.
Juan Lepe loved him.
It was June.

Guacanagari came to La Navidad, and his brown face was as serious as a tragedy.

"Caonabo ?" asked Diego de Arana.
A fortnight before this the cacique, at Arana's desire, had sent three Indians in a canoe up the river, the object news if possible of that ten who had departed in that direction.