lled by that navigator
Patagons, came down and appeared to be friendly, being ready to receive
whatever was offered to them. They took especial pleasure at seeing Mr
Oliver, the master gunner, shoot with his bow, till they were joined by
an ill-tempered-looking savage, who tried to draw them away. At this
juncture a number more of big fellows, armed with bows, who had hitherto
been concealed, crept up towards the English. While Mr Winter was also
shooting with his bow, thinking to amuse them as Mr Oliver had done,
the string broke. Not liking their gestures, the Admiral ordered his
party to retreat, covering themselves with their targets, and
remembering, probably, how Magalhaens had been slain, ordering them to
break all the arrows aimed at them.

While Mr Winter was trying to repair his string, an arrow shot by one
of the savages pierced his lungs, but he did not fall. On this the
master gunner levelled his caliver--a sort of blunderbuss--but it missed
fire, and before he could shoot it off two savages, taking sure aim at
him, killed him on the spot.

Many other natives had by this time made their appearance, and were
coming on with threatening gestures, when the Admiral, taking the
gunner's piece, fired it at the native who had killed him, and as it had
been loaded with bullets and small shot, it tore open his belly. The
tremendous roars he uttered, equalling that of ten bulls together, so
appalled his companions that they took to flight.

Drake, unwilling further to injure them, allowed them to escape, and had
Captain Winter, to whom he was greatly attached, conveyed down to the
boat, leaving the body of the gunner behind. Mr Winter, however, was
too severely injured to recover, and died the following day on board his
ship. That night a boat was again sent on shore with a number of men
well armed. Here they discovered the body of the gunner lying where he
had fallen, with his coat wrapped up to form a pillow, and an English
arrow stuck in his right eye, showing, as it was conjectured, that the
natives had no wish to be on hostile terms with their visitors. He and
Mr Winter were buried together, close to the spot where the Spanish
captain was supposed to have died.

Drake was greatly grieved at the loss of his friend Winter and his
gunner, but he had a still greater anxiety on his mind from the reports
he received of the conduct of one whom he had considered his friend, Mr
Thomas Doughty. His conduct i