"You have it as badly as any of us; for we are all studying the cosmography of the countries we visit, and especially the shores we approach. We are all cosmographers." "The hill directly ahead of us is the Carbonera Mountain," shouted Scott; and it is possible that he desired to display the knowledge he had picked up during the afternoon to prepare himself as a pilot. "Carbonera!" exclaimed Felix. "What a word! I wonder if it means anything. What does it mean, Scott?" "I'm no Spaniard, and I don't know; all I study is the navigation," replied the pilot. "Navigation! Are you going to take us up to the top of that hill in the Sally Hay?" chuckled Felix, believing he had made a point. "Not at all; and I am not going to take you to the top of the lighthouse on Verde Island when we return; but I shall use it all the same as a guide to assist me in the navigation, as I do the mountain, which is nine hundred and seventy-one feet high, and therefore in sight even in the night." "You have got him, Scott," laughed Louis. "Flix, you talk as though you were an old lady who believed that lighthouses were put up to illuminate the watery region where they are placed, instead of to give the mariner his bearings." "I am not quite so green as the Ragged Staff Light," replied Felix, rather cut up by Scott's victory over him. "But I am as wise as the pilot, for I don't know any more than he does what the name of that mountain means." "Well, Flix, you ought to have studied Spanish with me, as I asked you to do before we left New York," added Louis. "Oh, bother! What do I want of Spanish?" "To inform you what the meaning is of the name of that hill." "And do you know what it means, darling?" "It means a place where they burn charcoal." "I am not going into the charcoal business at present; and it is of no great consequence to me," added Felix. "Knowledge is not all for business purposes; and it is worth while to have it, even if you cannot make any money out of it in detail." "Point Mala," said Scott. "And what does that mean, Louis?" asked Felix. "_Malo_ means bad, wicked, or sickly. _Mala_ is the feminine of the same word; and it also means the mail, or a mail-bag. I don't know the history of this _punta_, or point, so that I cannot tell whether it is a sickly place, a wicked locality, or is the place where they formerly landed the mail on its way to San Roque." "That is San Roque on the hill to the left of Carbonera Mountain," said Scott, who could hear all that was said on the forecastle. "Then learning Spanish don't teach you everything, Louis, my darling," chuckled Felix. "It ought to let you know whether Mala is a wicked place or a mail-bag." "Knowledge has its limits; and generally they are not very far off. But you might as well refuse to believe you had any hair on your head because you can not tell how many capillary shafts it consists of."