been told me by those who had gone there; for they had said that, in this village of Cavalian, which is located on the island of Buyo, Spaniards were received and were well treated.  Now they did not wish to see us, and on the night of our arrival, we were made thoroughly aware of this; for they embarked with their wives, children, and property, and went away.  The next day, a chief called Canatuan, the son of Malate [95] who is the principal chief of the town, came to us; but I detained him in the ship, until provisions should be sent us from land (paying for them to their satisfaction), because of his not returning to the village and because his father was very old and blind.  But this proved no remedy, to make them give us anything but words.  It was determined that the people should go ashore.  And so they went, and we made a fine festival, killing for meat on that same day about forty-five swine, with which we enjoyed a merry carnival—­as payment for which articles of barter were given to the chief whom I had with me.  The latter sent us ashore with an Indian, to give these articles to the owners of the swine.

This chief, Canutuan, by signs and as best he could, informed me of the names of the islands, of their rulers and people of importance, and their number.  He also promised to take us to the island of Mancagua, [96] which was eight leagues from this island.  We set sail with the Indian, and when we reached Macagua I sent him and three others, who went with him to their village in a canoe, after giving them some clothes.  He was quite well satisfied, according to his own words, and became our friend.

This Macagua, although small, was once a thickly-populated island.  The Castilians who anchored there were wont to be kindly received.  Now the island is greatly changed from former days, being quite depopulated—­for it contains less than twenty Indians; and these few who are left, are so hostile to Castilians, that they did not even wish to see or hear us.  From this island we went to another, called Canuguinen. [97] Here we met with the same treatment.  As the natives saw our ships along the coast, they hastened to betake themselves to the mountains.  Their fear of the Castilians was so great, that they would not wait for us to give any explanation.

From this island the fleet directed its course towards Butuan, a province of the island of Vindanao; but the tides and contrary winds drove us upon the coast of an island called Bohol.  Here we cast anchor, and within a small bay of this island we made some necessary repairs to the flagship.  One morning the almiranta [98] sighted a junk at some distance away.  Thinking it to be one of the smaller praus, the master-of-camp despatched against it a small boat with six soldiers, after which he came to the flagship to inform me of what he had done.  Seeing that he had not sent men enough, I despatched another small boat with all the men it could hold; and the master-of-camp