white-haired man, older than Amyas, who
spent his early life in wild adventure with Drake and other sailors in
the Southern Seas. After incredible sufferings while in the hands of the
Spaniards, Salvation becomes a most ardent and devoted Christian, but
with a fierce hatred of the Spaniards and all things Spanish that makes
his acts strangely inconsistent.

[182-7] This is Sir Francis Drake, the discoverer of the Pacific Ocean,
a leader in many thrilling expeditions and exciting conflicts with the
Spaniards.

[186-8] _Casus belli_ means _cause of war_.

[191-9] Will Cary is the lieutenant and right-hand man of Amyas.

[192-10] Sir John Brimblecombe is the chaplain of the expedition.

[192-11] Ayacanora is a beautiful Indian princess whom the Spaniards met
in the Indian village described in the preceding chapter. She seems
quite different from others of the tribe, and is thought to be a
descendant from one of the light-skinned Peruvian Incas, whom the
Spaniards had almost entirely extinguished. Much later in the story she
is discovered to be of real white descent, and at the end of the book
she becomes the wife of Amyas.

[195-12] The _Piache_ is the chief medicine man of the tribe of Indians
among whom Ayacanora was regarded as a powerful princess.

[200-13] The old hermit proves to be one of the survivors of Pizarro's
company. He took part in the destruction of native civilization and was
guilty of all the cruelties and barbarities that his race practiced. He
is living now in the wilderness in an effort to atone for his terrible
sins.

[205-14] A _caiman_, or _cayman_, is a species of alligator.

[Illustration]

A BED OF NETTLES

_By_ GRANT ALLEN

Reaching my hand into the hedgerow to pick a long, lithe, blossoming
spray of black byrony--here it is, with its graceful climbing stem, its
glossy, heart-shaped leaves and its pretty greenish lily flowers--I have
stung myself rather badly against the nettles that grow rank and tall
from the rich mud in the ditch below. Nothing soothes a nettle sting
like philosophy and dock-leaf; so I shall rub a little of the leaf on my
hand and then sit awhile on the Hole Farm gate here to philosophize
about nettles and things generally, as is my humble wont. There is a
great deal more in nettles, I believe, than most people are apt to
imagine; indeed, the nettle-philosophy at present current with the
larger part of the world seems to me lamentably one-sided. As a r