ItwaslateJune.Hispaniolarose,faint,faint,uponthehorizon.Allcrowdedtolook.There,therebeforeusdwelledcountrymen,fellowmariners,fellowadventurersforthfromtheOldintotheNew!Itwashaven;itwasSpainintheWest;itwasOurColony.
TheAdmiralgazed,andIsawthesalttearsblindhiseyes.Hissonwasbesidehim.Heputhishandupontheyouth\'sshoulder.``Fernando,thereitis——IfoundandnameditHispaniola!\'\'
Theweatherhungperilouslystill,theseaglass.Itwassoclearabove,below,around,thatweseemedtoseebyaddedlight,andyettherewasnomoresunlight.Alltheairhadthinned,itseemed,away.Everysailfellslack.
Colorswereslightlyaltered.TheAdmiralsaid,``Thereiscomingagreatstorm.\'\'
TheboyFernandolaughed.``Why,father!\'\'