with them, but he affected to be, as this was no moment for a quarrel.  He believed that Pinzon had left him, that, in the Pinta, he might be alone when he discovered the rich gold-bearing island of Babeque or Baneque.  Although the determination was made to return, another week was spent in slow coasting, or in waiting for wind.  It brought frequent opportunities for meeting the natives, in one of which they showed a desire to take some of their visitors captive.  This would only have been a return for a capture made by Pinzon of several of their number, whom Columbus, on his meeting Pinzon, had freed.  In this encounter two of the Indians were wounded, one by a sword, one by an arrow.  It would seem that he did not show them the power of firearms.

This was in the Bay of Samana, which Columbus called “The Bay of Arrows,” from the skirmish or quarrel which took place there.  They then sailed sixty-four miles cast, a quarter northeast, and thought they saw the land of the Caribs, which he was seeking.  But here, at length, his authority over his crew failed.  The men were eager to go home;—­did not, perhaps, like the idea of fight with the man-eating Caribs.  There was a good western wind, and on the evening of the sixteenth of January Columbus gave way and they bore away for home.

Columbus had satisfied himself in this week that there were many islands east of him which he had not hit upon, and that to the easternmost of these, from the Canaries, the distance would prove not more than four hundred leagues.  In this supposition he was wholly wrong, though a chain of islands does extend to the southeast.

He seems to have observed the singular regularity by which the trade winds bore him steadily westward as he came over.  He had no wish to visit the Canary Islands again, and with more wisdom than could have been expected, from his slight knowledge of the Atlantic winds, he bore north.  Until the fourteenth of February the voyage was prosperous and uneventful.  One day the captive Indians amused the sailors by swimming.  There is frequent mention of the green growth of the Sargasso sea.  But on the fourteenth all this changed.  The simple journal thus describes the terrible tempest which endangered the two vessels, and seemed, at the moment, to cut off the hope of their return to Europe.

“Monday, February 14.—­This night the wind increased still more; the waves were terrible.  Coming from two opposite directions, they crossed each other, and stopped the progress of the vessel, which could neither proceed nor get out from among them; and as they began continually to break over the ship, the Admiral caused the main-sail to be lowered.  She proceeded thus during three hours, and made twenty miles.  The sea became heavier and heavier, and the wind more and more violent.  Seeing the danger imminent, he allowed himself to drift in whatever direction the wind took him, because he could do nothing else.  Then the Pinta, of which Martin Alonzo Pinzon was