JUAN LEPE lay upon the sand beyond Palos.

The Admiral was with the court in Granada, but his physician, craving holiday, had borne a letter to Juan Perez, the Prior of _Santa Maria_ de la Rabida.
I thought the Admiral would go again seafaring, and that I would go with him.

Up at La Rabida, Fray Juan Perez was kind.

I had a cell, I could come and go; he did not tell Palos that here was the Admiral's physician, who knew the Indies from the first taking and could relate wonders.

I lived obscure, but in Prior's room, by a light fire, for it was November, he himself endlessly questioned and listened.
Ocean before me, ocean, ocean! Lying here, those years ago, I had seen ocean only.