In that canoe were many articles of copper, well enough wrought; a great copper bell, a mortar and pestle, hatchets and knives.

Moreover in Yucatan were potters! In place of the eternal calabash here were jars and bowls of baked clay, well-made, well-shaped, marked with strange painted figures.
They had pieces of cotton cloth, well-woven and great as a sail.

Surely, with this stuff, before long the notion of a sail would arise in these minds! We saw cotton mantles and other articles of dress, both white and gayly dyed or figured.

Clothing was not to them the brute amaze we had found it with our eastern Indians.

Matters enough, strange to our experience, were being carried in that great canoe.