For one month we coasted this island, for always the weather beat us back when we would quit it, setting our sails for Hispaniola.
We came to Hayti upon the southern side, and because of some misreckoning failed of knowing that it was Hayti, until an Indian in a canoe below us, called loudly "El Almirante!" And yet Isabella was the thickness of the island from us, and the weather becoming foul, we beat about for long days, struggling eastward and pushed back, and again parting upon a stormy night one ship from the others.

The _Cordera_ anchored by a tall, rocky islet and rode out the storm.

Here, when it was calm, we went ashore, but found no man, only an unreckonable number of pigeons.

The Admiral lay on clean, warm sand and rested with his eyes shut.

I was glad we were nigh to Isabella and his house there, for I did not think him well.