It was not island, as now we know; but we did not know it then.

How dreamlike is all our finding, and how halfway only to great truths! Cuba we thought was the continent, and the shore that was continent, we called "island." Now we came to a long southward running tongue of Trinidad.

Point Arenal, he named it.

A corresponding tongue of that low Holy Island reached out toward it, and between the two flowed an azure strait.

Here, off Point Arenal, the three ships rested at anchor, and now there came to us from Holy Island a big canoe, filled with Indians.