[Footnote 41:  Hakluyt, IV. 253.—­This narrative is said to have been written by Edward Cliffe, mariner.  Only so much of the narrative is given here as relates to the voyage of Winter, after parting from Sir Francis Drake.  One circumstance only may be mentioned, respecting the Patagons.—­“These men be of no such stature as the Spaniards report, being but of the height of Englishmen; for I have seen men in England taller than I could see any of them.  Peradventure the Spaniards did not think that any Englishmen would have come hither so soon, to have disproved them in this and divers others of their notorious lies; wherefore they presumed more boldly to abuse the world.”—­Yet even recent voyagers have presumed to abuse the world, with reporting that the Patagons are of gigantic stature.—­E.]

The last of September, being a very foul night, we lost the Marigold, a bark of about thirty tons, the Pelican, which was our general’s ship, and our ship the Elizabeth running to the eastwards, to get to the land.  Of this we got sight on the 7th October, falling into a very dangerous bay, full of rocks; and that same night we lost company of Mr Drake.  Next day, very difficultly escaping from the dangerous rocks among which we were embayed, we got again into the Straits of Magellan, where we anchored in an open bay for two days, making great fires on the shore, that Mr Drake might find us, if he also came into the straits.

We then went into a sound, where we remained about three weeks, naming it The Port of Health, as most of our men, having been sick with long watching, wet, cold, and bad diet, did wonderfully recover their health here in a short space, for which praised be God.  We found here muscles of very great size, some being twenty inches long, yielding very pleasant meat, and many of them full of seed pearls.  We came out of this harbour on the 1st November, abandoning our voyage by compulsion of Mr. Winter, sore against the will of the mariners.  Mr. Winter alleged that he despaired of having winds to carry him to the coast of Peru, and was also in fear that Mr. Drake had perished.  So we went back again to the eastwards through the straits, to St. George’s island, where we laid in a quantity of a certain kind of fowl, very plentiful in that island, the meat of which is not much unlike that of a fat English goose.  They have no wings, but only short pinions, which serve them in swimming, being of a black colour, mixed with white spots on their bellies and round their necks.  They walk so upright, that they seem afar like little children; and when approached they conceal themselves in holes under ground, not very deep, of which the island is full.  To take them, we used sticks having hooks fastened at one end, with which we pulled them out, while other men stood by with cudgels to knock them on the head; for they bit so cruelly with their hooked bills, that we could not handle them when alive.[42]

[Footnote 42:  It is almost unnecessary to remark that these were penguins.—­E.]