In 1592 a Portuguese carrack called the Madre de Dios was captured and brought home.
Madre de Dios, yes,—I have a mule there; may the devil fly away with her!
I have no doubt the river I have seen is the Madre de Dios of that missionary.
Look a bit further out in that direction, captain—there he is again; Madre de Dios, what a monster!
At length we set out to find the resting-place of the precious cargo of the Madre de Dios.
The arrival of the 'Madre de Dios' on the Queen's birthday had something like the importance of a national event.
Some of the people said she was larger than the Madre de Dios, and some that she was less.
Unless untoward events prevented it, another thirty-six hours would see the treasure of the Madre de Dios within our grasp.
After waiting patiently for some weeks, another still larger carrack, called the Madre de Dios hove in sight.
The muleteer had advanced into the narrow channel when he suddenly cast a hurried glance behind him, uttered a "Madre de Dios!"