g rational to the Indians, we proceeded,
our glory something diminished, but still sufficient.

The storm climbed and thickened and evidently was to become a fury. Wind
began to whistle, trees to bend, lightnings to play, thunder to sound.
It grew. We stood in blazing light, thunder almost burst our ears, a
tree was riven a bow-shot away. Great warm rain began to fall. We could
hardly stand against the wind. We were going under mountainside with a
splashing stream below us. Diego Colon shouted, as he must to get above
wind and thunder. "Hurry! hurry! They know place." All began to run.
After a battle to make way at all, we came to a slope of loose, small
stones and vine and fern. This we climbed, passed behind a jagged mass
of rock, and found a cavern. A flash lit it for us, then another and
another. At mouth it might be twenty feet across, was deep and narrowed
like a funnel. Panting, we threw ourselves on the cave floor.

The storm prevailed through the rest of this day and far into the night.
"_Hurricane!_" said the Cubans. "Not great one, little one!" But we from
Spain thought it a great enough hurricane. The rain fell as though it
would make another flood and in much less than forty days. We must be
silent, for wind and thunder allowed no other choice. Streams of rain
came into the cavern, but we found ledges curtained by rock. We ate
cassava cake and drank from a runlet of water. The storm made almost
night, then actual night arrived. We curled ourselves up, hugging
ourselves for warmth, and went to sleep.

The third day from the town we came to the sea and the ships. All seemed
well. Our companions had felt the storm, had tales to tell of wrenched
anchors and the _Pinta's_ boat beat almost to pieces, uprooted trees,
wind, lightning, thunder and rain. But they cut short their recital,
wishing to know what we had found.

Luis and I made report to the Admiral. He sat under a huge tree and
around gathered the Pinzons, Fray Ignatio, Diego de Arana, Roderigo
Sanchez and others. We related; they questioned, we answered; there was
discussion; the Admiral summed up.

But later I spoke to him alone. We were now on ship, making ready for
sailing. We would go eastward, around this point of Asia, since from
what all said it must be point, and see what was upon the other side.
"They all gesture south! They say 'Babeque--Babeque! Bohio!'"

I asked him, "Why is it that these Indians here seem glad for us to go?"

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