"When our first parents left the Earthly Paradise, they and their sons and daughters and all the peoples to come wandered by foot into Chaldea and Arabia.

So it could not be!" His blue-gray eyes under that great brow and shock of white hair regarded the south.
This faery island--the Garden he called it--and the Cariari who came to us from the main.

One day they saw one of us take out pen and inkhorn and write down their answers to our many questions.

Behind us lay the blue sea, before us the deep groves of the islet; between us and the rich shade stood gathered a score of these Indians.

They looked at the one seated on the sand, industriously making black marks upon a white sheet.