"Yes, yes, they come here, come else place too."

"Have you been here with them twice?"

"Yes, come there."

He meant the North West side of the isle, so to this spot I took
him the next day. He knew the place, and told me he was there
once with a score of men. To let me know this, he put a score of
stones all of a row, and made me count them.

"Are not the boats lost on your shore now and then?" He said that
there was no fear, and that no boats were lost. He told me that
up a great way by the moon--that is where the moon then came
up--there dwelt a tribe of white men like me, with beards. I felt
sure that they must have come from Spain, to work the gold mines.
I put this to him: "Could I go from this isle and join those
men?"

"Yes, yes, you may go in two boats."

It was hard to see how one man could go in two boats, but what he
meant was, a boat twice as large as my own.

One day I said to my slave, "Do you know who made you?"

But he could not tell at all what these words meant. So I said,
"Do you know who made the sea, the ground we tread on, the hills,
and woods?" He said it was Beek, whose home was a great way off,