One of our men had the thought that he might procure some large bird for the Admiral's table.

Taking a crossbow he passed alone through the palms into the deeper wood.

He was gone an hour, and when he returned it was in haste, with a chalk face and great eyes.

I was seated in the boat with the master of the _Cordera_ and heard his tale.

He had found what he thought a natural aisle of the forest and had stolen down it, looking keenly for pigeon or larger bird.