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<h2> CHAPTER I. </h2>
<h3> 1512-1561. </h3>
<p>EARLY SPANISH ADVENTURE.</p>
<p>Towards the close of the fifteenth century, Spain achieved her final
triumph over the infidels of Granada, and made her name glorious through
all generations by the discovery of America. The religious zeal and
romantic daring which a long course of Moorish wars had called forth were
now exalted to redoubled fervor. Every ship from the New World came
freighted with marvels which put the fictions of chivalry to shame; and to
the Spaniard of that day America was a region of wonder and mystery, of
vague and magnificent promise. Thither adventurers hastened, thirsting for
glory and for gold, and often mingling the enthusiasm of the crusader and
the valor of the knight-errant with the bigotry of inquisitors and the
rapacity of pirates. They roamed over land and sea; they climbed unknown
mountains, surveyed unknown oceans, pierced the sultry intricacies of
tropical forests; while from year to year and from day to day new wonders
were unfolded, new islands and archipelagoes, new regions of gold and
pearl, and barbaric empires of more than Oriental wealth. The extravagance
of hope and the fever of adventure knew no bounds. Nor is it surprising
that amid such waking marvels the imagination should run wild in romantic
dreams; that between the possible and the impossible the line of
distinction should be but faintly drawn, and that men should be found
ready to stake life and honor in pursuit of the most insane fantasies.</p>
<p>Such a man was the veteran cavalier Juan Ponce de Leon. Greedy of honors
and of riches, he embarked at Porto Rico with three brigantines, bent on
schemes of discovery. But that which gave the chief stimulus to his
enterprise was a story, current among the Indians of Cuba and Hispaniola,
that on the island of Bimini, said to be one of the Bahamas, there was a
fountain of such virtue, that, bathing in its waters, old men resumed
their youth. <SPAN href="#linknote-1" name="linknoteref-1" id="linknoteref-1">1</SPAN>
It was said, moreover, that on a neighboring shore might be found a river
gifted with the same beneficent property, and believed by some to be no
other than the Jordan. <SPAN href="#linknote-2" name="linknoteref-2" id="linknoteref-2">2</SPAN> Ponce de Leon found the island of Bimini, but not
the fountain. Farther westward, in the latitude of thirty degrees and
eight minutes, he approached an unknown land, which he named Florida, and,
steering southward, explored its coast as far as the extreme point of the
peninsula, when, after some farther explorations, he retraced his course
to Porto Rico.</p>
<p>Ponce de Leon had not regained his youth, but his active spirit was
unsubdued.</p>
<p>Nine years later he attempted to plant a colony in Florida; the Indians
attacked him fiercely; he was mortally wounded, and died soon afterwards
in Cuba. <SPAN href="#linknote-3" name="linknoteref-3" id="linknoteref-3">3</SPAN></p>
<p>The voyages of Garay and Vasquez de Ayllon threw new light on the
discoveries of Ponce, and the general outline of the coasts of Florida
became known to the Spaniards. <SPAN href="#linknote-4" name="linknoteref-4" id="linknoteref-4">4</SPAN> Meanwhile, Cortes had conquered Mexico, and the
fame of that iniquitous but magnificent exploit rang through all Spain.
Many an impatient cavalier burned to achieve a kindred fortune. To the
excited fancy of the Spaniards the unknown land of Florida seemed the seat
of surpassing wealth, and Pamphilo de Narvaez essayed to possess himself
of its fancied treasures. Landing on its shores, and proclaiming
destruction to the Indians unless they acknowledged the sovereignty of the
Pope and the Emperor, he advanced into the forests with three hundred men.
Nothing could exceed their sufferings. Nowhere could they find the gold
they came to seek. The village of Appalache, where they hoped to gain a
rich booty, offered nothing but a few mean wigwams. The horses gave out,
and the famished soldiers fed upon their flesh. The men sickened, and the
Indians unceasingly harassed their march. At length, after two hundred and
eighty leagues <SPAN href="#linknote-5" name="linknoteref-5" id="linknoteref-5">5</SPAN> of wandering, they found themselves on the
northern shore of the Gulf of Mexico, and desperately put to sea in such
crazy boats as their skill and means could construct. Cold, disease,
famine, thirst, and the fury of the waves, melted them away. Narvaez
himself perished, and of his wretched followers no more than four escaped,
reaching by land, after years of vicissitude, the Christian settlements of
New Spain. <SPAN href="#linknote-6" name="linknoteref-6" id="linknoteref-6">6</SPAN></p>
<p>The interior of the vast country then comprehended under the name of
Florida still remained unexplored. The Spanish voyager, as his caravel
ploughed the adjacent seas, might give full scope to his imagination, and
dream that beyond the long, low margin of forest which bounded his horizon
lay hid a rich harvest for some future conqueror; perhaps a second Mexico
with its royal palace and sacred pyramids, or another Cuzco with its
temple of the Sun, encircled with a frieze of gold. Haunted by such
visions, the ocean chivalry of Spain could not long stand idle.</p>
<p>Hernando de Soto was the companion of Pizarro in the conquest of Peru. He
had come to America a needy adventurer, with no other fortune than his
sword and target. But his exploits had given him fame and fortune, and he
appeared at court with the retinue of a nobleman. <SPAN href="#linknote-7"
name="linknoteref-7" id="linknoteref-7">7</SPAN> Still, his active energies
could not endure repose, and his avarice and ambition goaded him to fresh
enterprises. He asked and obtained permission to conquer Florida. While
this design was in agitation, Cabeca de Vaca, one of those who had
survived the expedition of Narvaez, appeared in Spain, and for purposes of
his own spread abroad the mischievous falsehood, that Florida was the
richest country yet discovered. De Soto's plans were embraced with
enthusiasm. Nobles and gentlemen contended for the privilege of joining
his standard; and, setting sail with an ample armament, he landed at the
bay of Espiritu Santo, now Tampa Bay, in Florida, with six hundred and
twenty chosen men, a band as gallant and well appointed, as eager in
purpose and audacious in hope, as ever trod the shores of the New World.
The clangor of trumpets, the neighing of horses, the fluttering of
pennons, the glittering of helmet and lance, startled the ancient forest
with unwonted greeting. Amid this pomp of chivalry, religion was not
forgotten. The sacred vessels and vestments with bread and wine for the
Eucharist were carefully provided; and De Soto himself declared that the
enterprise was undertaken for God alone, and seemed to be the object of
His especial care. These devout marauders could not neglect the spiritual
welfare of the Indians whom they had come to plunder; and besides fetters
to bind, and bloodhounds to hunt them, they brought priests and monks for
the saving of their souls.</p>
<p>The adventurers began their march. Their story has been often told. For
month after month and year after year, the procession of priests and
cavaliers, crossbowmen, arquebusiers, and Indian captives laden with the
baggage, still wandered on through wild and boundless wastes, lured hither
and thither by the ignis fatuus of their hopes. They traversed great
portions of Georgia, Alabama, and Mississippi, everywhere inflicting and
enduring misery, but never approaching their phantom El Dorado. At length,
in the third year of their journeying, they reached the banks of the
Mississippi, a hundred and thirty-two years before its second discovery by
Marquette. One of their number describes the great river as almost half a
league wide, deep, rapid, and constantly rolling down trees and drift-wood
on its turbid current.</p>
<p>The Spaniards crossed over at a point above the mouth of the Arkansas.
They advanced westward, but found no treasures,—nothing indeed but
hardships, and an Indian enemy, furious, writes one of their officers, "as
mad dogs." They heard of a country towards the north where maize could not
be cultivated because the vast herds of wild cattle devoured it. They
penetrated so far that they entered the range of the roving prairie
tribes; for, one day, as they pushed their way with difficulty across
great plains covered with tall, rank grass, they met a band of savages who
dwelt in lodges of skins sewed together, subsisting on game alone, and
wandering perpetually from place to place. Finding neither gold nor the
South Sea, for both of which they had hoped, they returned to the banks of
the Mississippi.</p>
<p>De Soto, says one of those who accompanied him, was a "stern man, and of
few words." Even in the midst of reverses, his will had been law to his
followers, and he had sustained himself through the depths of
disappointment with the energy of a stubborn pride. But his hour was come.
He fell into deep dejection, followed by an attack of fever, and soon
after died miserably. To preserve his body from the Indians, his followers
sank it at midnight in the river, and the sullen waters of the Mississippi
buried his ambition and his hopes.</p>
<p>The adventurers were now, with few exceptions, disgusted with the
enterprise, and longed only to escape from the scene of their miseries.
After a vain attempt to reach Mexico by land, they again turned back to
the Mississippi, and labored, with all the resources which their desperate
necessity could suggest, to construct vessels in which they might make
their way to some Christian settlement. Their condition was most forlorn.
Few of their horses remained alive; their baggage had been destroyed at
the burning of the Indian town of Mavila, and many of the soldiers were
without armor and without weapons. In place of the gallant array which,
more than three years before, had left the harbor of Espiritu Santo, a
company of sickly and starving men were laboring among the swampy forests
of the Mississippi, some clad in skins, and some in mats woven from a kind
of wild vine.</p>
<p>Seven brigantines were finished and launched; and, trusting their lives on
board these frail vessels, they descended the Mississippi, running the
gantlet between hostile tribes, who fiercely attacked them. Reaching the
Gulf, though not without the loss of eleven of their number, they made
sail for the Spanish settlement on the river Panuco, where they arrived
safely, and where the inhabitants met them with a cordial welcome. Three
hundred and eleven men thus escaped with life, leaving behind them the
bones of their comrades strewn broadcast through the wilderness.</p>
<p>De Soto's fate proved an insufficient warning, for those were still found
who begged a fresh commission for the conquest of Florida; but the Emperor
would not hear them. A more pacific enterprise was undertaken by Cancello,
a Dominican monk, who with several brother ecclesiastics undertook to
convert the natives to the true faith, but was murdered in the attempt.
Nine years later, a plan was formed for the colonization of Florida, and
Guido de las Bazares sailed to explore the coasts, and find a spot
suitable for the establishment. <SPAN href="#linknote-8" name="linknoteref-8" id="linknoteref-8">8</SPAN> After his return, a squadron, commanded by Angel
de Villafane, and freighted with supplies and men, put to sea from San
Juan d'Ulloa; but the elements were adverse, and the result was a total
failure. Not a Spaniard had yet gained foothold in Florida.</p>
<p>That name, as the Spaniards of that day understood it, comprehended the
whole country extending from the Atlantic on the east to the longitude of
New Mexico on the west, and from the Gulf of Mexico and the River of Palms
indefinitely northward towards the polar sea. This vast territory was
claimed by Spain in right of the discoveries of Columbus, the grant of the
Pope, and the various expeditions mentioned above. England claimed it in
right of the discoveries of Cabot; while France could advance no better
title than might be derived from the voyage of Verazzano and vague
traditions of earlier visits of Breton adventurers.</p>
<p>With restless jealousy Spain watched the domain which she could not
occupy, and on France especially she kept an eye of deep distrust. When,
in 1541, Cartier and Roberval essayed to plant a colony in the part of
ancient Spanish Florida now called Canada, she sent spies and fitted out
caravels to watch that abortive enterprise. Her fears proved just. Canada,
indeed, was long to remain a solitude; but, despite the Papal bounty
gifting Spain with exclusive ownership of a hemisphere, France and Heresy
at length took root in the sultry forests of modern Florida.</p>
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