"Ha!" cried the Admiral.

"Can you not smell cinnamon, spikenard, nutmeg, cloves and galingal ?" His faith was so strong that we did smell.

From one of these islands, the _Cordera_ lying at anchor and a boat going ashore, we took a number of pigeons.

So unafraid were these birds that our men approached them easily and beat them down with a pike.

We had them for supper, and when their crops were opened, the cook found and brought to the Admiral a number of brown seeds.