But certain Indians were also killed and among them a son of Caonabo.
It was July.

We began to long toward the Admiral's return.

A man among us went melancholy mad, watching the sea, threatening the rain when it came down and hid the sea, and the Admiral might go by! At last he threw himself into ocean and was drowned.

Another man was bitten by a serpent, and we could not save him.

We were twelve Spaniards in La Navidad.