Smith. Freely, prince; I left my own country to be the red man's friend.
Prince. Wonderful man, where is thy country?
Smith. It lies far beyond the wide water.
Prince. Is there then a world beyond the wide water? I thought only the sun had been there: thou comest then from behind the sun?
Smith. Not so, prince.
Prince. Listen to me. Thy country lies beyond the wide water, and from it do mine eyes behold the sun rise each morning.
Smith. Prince, to your sight he seems to rise from thence, but your eyes are deceived, they reach not over the wilderness of waters.
Prince. Where sleeps the sun then?
Smith. The sun never sleeps. When you see him sink behind the mountains, he goes to give light to other countries, where darkness flies before him, as it does here, when you behold him rise in the east: thus he chases Night for ever round the world.
Prince. Tell me, wise stranger, how came you from your country across the wide water? when our canoes venture but a little from the shore, the waves never fail to swallow them up.