He slept little at any time.  His days were filled with action.  Never was any who had more business to attend to!  Yet he was of those to whom solitude is as air,—­imperiously a necessity.  Into it he plunged through every crack and cranny among events.  He knew how to use the space in which swim events.  But beside this he must make for himself wide holdings, and when he could not get them by day he took from night.

We came again to a multitude of islets like to the Queen’s Gardens.  And these were set in a strange churned and curdled sea, as white as milk.  Making through it as best we might, we passed from that silverness and broken land into a great bay or gulf, so deep that we might hardly find bottom, and here we anchored close to a long point of Cuba covered thick with palms.

We went ashore for water and fruit.  Solitary—­neither man nor woman!  We found tracks upon the sand that some among us would have it were made by griffons.  One of our men had the thought that he might procure some large bird for the Admiral’s table.  Taking a crossbow he passed alone through the palms into the deeper wood.  He was gone an hour, and when he returned it was in haste, with a chalk face and great eyes.  I was seated in the boat with the master of the Cordera and heard his tale.  He had found what he thought a natural aisle of the forest and had stolen down it, looking keenly for pigeon or larger bird.  A tree with drooping branches stood across the aisle, he said.  He went around the trunk, which was a great one, and it was as though he had turned into the nave of the cathedral.  There was space, but trees like pillars on either side, and at the end three great trees covered to the tops with vine and purple grapes.  And here he saw before him, under the greatest tree, a man in a long white gown like a White Friar.  The sight halted him, turned him, he averred, to stone.  Two more men in white dresses but shorter than that of the first, came from among the trees and he saw behind these a number in like clothing.  He could not tell, now he thought of it, if they were carrying lances or palms.  We had looked so long for clothed folk that it was the white clothes he thought of.  The same with their faces—­ he could not tell about them—­he thought they were fair.  Suddenly, it seemed, Pan had fallen upon him and put him forth in terror.  He had turned and raced through the forest, here to the sea.  He did not think the white-clad men had seen him.

We took him to the Admiral who listened, then brought his hands together.  “Hath it not—­hath it not, I ask you —­sound of Prester John?”

With the dawn he had men ashore, and there he went himself, with him Juan de la Cosa and Juan Lepe.  The crossbowman—­it was Felipe Garcia—­showed the way.  We found indeed the forest aisle and nave, and the three trees and the purple grapes, a vast vine with heavy clusters, but we found no men and no sign of men.