the frightful storms they had suffered and the dangerous strains that had been put upon their worn-out ships.  Such was the general feeling, but when exprest to Magellan it fell upon deaf ears.  No excuses, nothing but performance, would serve his turn; for him hardships were made only to be despised, and dangers to be laughed at:  and, in short, go on they must, until a strait was found or the end of that continent reached.  Then they would doubtless find an open way to the Moluccas; and while he held out hopes of rich rewards for all he appealed to their pride as Castilians.  For the inflexible determination of this man was not embittered by harshness, and he could wield as well as any one the language that soothes and persuades.

At length, on the 24th of August, with the earliest symptoms of spring weather, the ships, which had been carefully overhauled and repaired, proceeded on their way.  Violent storms harassed them, and it was not until the 21st of October (St. Ursala’s day) that they reached the headland still known as Cape Virgins.  Passing beyond Dungeness, they entered a large open bay, which some hailed as the long-sought strait, while others averred that no passage would be found there.  “It was,” says Pigafetta, “in Eden’s bredth.  On both the sydes of this strayght are Magellanus, beinge in sum place C.x. leaques in length:  and in breadth sumwhere very large and in other places lyttle more than halfe a leaque in bredth.  On both the sydes of this strayght are great and hygh mountaynes couered with snowe, beyonde the whiche is the enteraunce into the sea of Sur....  Here one of the shyppes stole away priuilie and returned into Spayne.”  More than five weeks were consumed in passing through the strait, and among its labyrinthine twists and half-hidden bays there was ample opportunity for desertion.  As advanced reconnoissances kept reporting the water as deep and salt, the conviction grew that the strait was found, and then the question once more arose whether it would not be best to go back to Spain, satisfied with this discovery, since with all these wretched delays the provisions were again running short.  Magellan’s answer, uttered in measured and quiet tones, was simply that he would go on and do his work “if he had to eat the leather off the ship’s yards.”  Upon the San Antonio there had always been a large proportion of the malcontents, and the chief pilot, Estevan Gomez, having been detailed for duty on that ship, lent himself to their purposes.  The captain, Mesquita, was again seized and put in irons, a new captain was chosen by the mutineers, and Gomez piloted the ship back to Spain, where they arrived after a voyage of six months, and screened themselves for a while by lying about Magellan.