The Admiral dropped them into clear water, then smelled and tasted.

"Cloves?
Are they not cloves ?" He gave to Juan de la Cosa and to me who also tasted and thought they might be cloves.

But we did not find their tree, and we saw no signs of ever a merchant of Cathay or Mangi or Ind.
Christopherus Columbus leaned upon the rail of the _Cordera_.

In this islet world we lay at anchor for the night.

"Do you know what it is," he asked, "to have a word color the whole day long ?" He glanced around, but none was very near.