The weather suddenly became blissful.

We had sweet rest in Guanaja.
A few Indians lived upon this small island, like, yet in some ways unlike all those we knew.

But they were rude and simple and they talked always of gods _to the west_.

We had rested a week when there came a true wonder to us _from the west_.
That was a canoe, of the mightiest length we had yet seen, long as a tall tree, eight feet wide, no less, with twenty-five rowing Indians--tall, light bronze men--with cotton cloth about their loins.
Middle of this giant canoe was built a hut or arbor, thatched with palm.
Under this sat a splendid barbarian, tall and strong, with a crown of feathers and a short skirt and mantle of cotton.

Beside him sat two women wrapped in cotton mantles, and at their feet two boys and a young maid.