The arrows failed to halt them, but when we sent a bloodhound the dog did our work.

It was to them what griffon or fire-breathing dragon might be to a Seville throng.

When the creature sprang among them they uttered a great cry and fled.

Jamaica is most beautiful.
For not a few days we visited, sailing and anchoring, lifting again and stopping again.

Once the people were pacified, they gave us kindly enough welcome, trading and wondering.