CHAPTER XXX.
TWELVE of our ships went home to Spain.
February wheeled by.

March was here, and every day the sun sent us more heat.
The Indians around us still were friendly--women and all.

From the first there was straying in the woods with Indian women.

Doubtless now, in the San Salvador islands, in Cuba and in Hispaniola, among those Guaricos fled from us to the mountains, would be infants born of Spanish fathers.
Juan Lepe contemplated that filling in the sea between Asia and Europe with the very blood.
Sickness broke out.

It was not such as that first sickness at La Navidad, but here were many more to lie ill.