finished, or nearly finished, as
a guide to future exploration, and the account of the massacre added as
a warning.

A song commonly sung at the time of the Black Death contains the lines:

"The Black Plague sped over land and sea
And swept so many a board.
That will I now most surely believe,
It was not with the Lord's will.
Help us God and Mary,
Save us all from evil."

THE NAVIGATORS

We were Prince Henry's gentlemen,--
His gentlemen were we,
To dare the gods of Heathendom,
Whoever they might be,--
To do our master's sovereign will
Upon a trackless sea.

We were Prince Henry's gentlemen,
And undismayed we went
To fight for Lusitania
Wherever we were sent,--
The stars had laid our course for us,
And we were well content.

We were Prince Henry's gentlemen,
And though our flagship lie
Where white the great-winged albatross
Came wheeling down the sky,
Or black abysses yawned for us,
We could not fear to die.

We were Prince Henry's gentlemen,--
Around the Cape of Wrath
We sailed our wooden cockleshells--
Great pride the pilot hath
To voyage to-day the Indian Sea--
But we marked out his path!

III

SEA OF DARKNESS

"Those things that you say cannot be true, Fernao! How do you know that
the sea turns black and dreadful just behind those heavenly clouds? If
there are hydras, and gorgons, and sea-snakes that can swallow a ship,
and a great black hand reaching up out of a whirlpool to drag men down,
why do we never see them here? Look at that sea, can there be anything
in the world more beautiful?"

The vehement small speaker waved her slender hand with a gesture that
seemed to take in half the horizon. The old Moorish garden, overrun with
the brilliant blossoms that drink their hues from the sea, overlooked
the harbor. Across the huddled many-colored houses the ten-year-old
Beatriz and her playfellow Fernao could see the western ocean in a great
half-circle, bounded by the mysterious line above which three tiny
caravels had just risen. The sea to-day was exquisite, bluer than the
heavens that arched above it. The wave-crests looked like a flock of
sea-doves playing on the sunlit sparkling waters. Fernao from his seat
on the crumbling wall watched the incoming ships with the far-sighted
gaze of a sailor. Portuguese through and through, the so