But south for gold, south--south, they always pointed south! The _Cordera_, the _Santa Clara_ and the _San Juan_ set sail out of the Harbor of Good Weather, in Santiago or Jamaica.

A day and a night of pleasant sailing, then we saw the great Cuba coast rise blue in the distance.

The weather wheeled.
There was first a marvelous green hush, while clouds formed out of nothing.

We heard a moaning sound and we did not know its quarter.

The sea turned dead man's color.