And our sails were made and our anchors lifted, and it was sunset and clear and smooth, and every palm frond of San Domingo showed.

Eighteen ships in harbor, and fifteen, they said, going to Spain, and around and upon them all bustle of preparation.

One saw in fancy Bobadilla and Roldan and Gwarionex and the much gold, including that piece of virgin ore weighing five thousand castellanos.

Fifteen ships preparing for Spain, and San Domingo, of which the Adelantado had laid first stone, and a strange, green, sunset sky.

And the _Consolacion_, the _Margarita_, the Juana and the _San Sebastian_ away to the west, to the sound of music, for the Admiral cried to our musicians, "Play, play in God's name!" Night passed.