They say the other brother, Bartholomew, who is in England or in France, is almost as able.

How dizzily turns the wheel for some of us! Yesterday plain Diego and Bartholomew, a would-be churchman and a shipmaster and chart-maker! Now Don Diego--Don Bartholomew! And the two sons watching us off from Cadiz! Pages both of them to the Prince, and pictures to look at! 'Father!' and 'Noble father! and 'Forget not your health, who are our Dependance!'" Waiting for all to start, I yet regarded that huge dazzle upon the beach, so many landed, so many coming from the ships, the ships themselves so great a drift of sea birds! As for those dark folk--what should they think of all these breakers-in from heaven?
It seemed to me to-day that despite their friendliness shown us here from the first, despite the miracle and the fed eye and ear and the excitement, they knew afar a pale Consternation.
At last, to drum and trumpet, we passed from shining beach into green forest.

I found myself for a moment beside Diego Colon--not the Admiral's brother, but the young Indian so named.

Now he was Christian and clothed, and truly the Haitiens stared at him hardly less than at the Admiral.

I greeted him and he me.