Thus The Eternal God, Our

The Tempest Was Terrible And Separated Me From My [other] Vessels That Night, Putting Every One Of Them In Desperate Straits, With Nothing To Look Forward To But Death. Each Was Certain The Others Had Been Destroyed. What Man Ever Born, Not Excepting Job, Who Would Not Have Died Of Despair, When In Such Weather Seeking Safety For My Son, My Brother, Shipmates, And Myself, We Were Forbidden [access To] The Land And The Harbors Which I, By God's Will And Sweating Blood, Had Won For Spain?

It Was The Lord Who Put Into My Mind That Fact That It Would Be Possible To Sail From Here To The Indies. All Who Heard Of My Project Rejected It With Laughter, Ridiculing Me. There Is No Question That The Inspiration Was From The Holy Spirit, Because He Comforted Me With Rays Of Marvelous Inspiration From The Holy Scriptures.

Their Houses Are All Built In The Shape Of Tents, With Very High Chimneys.

Here The People Could Stand It No Longer And Complained Of The Long Voyage; But The Admiral Cheered Them As Best He Could, Holding Out Good Hope Of The Advantages They Would Have. He Added That It Was Useless To Complain, He Had Come [to Go] To The Indies, And So Had To Continue It Until He Found Them, With The Help Of Our Lord.

The Air Soft As That Of Seville In April, And So Fragrant That It Was Delicious To Breathe It.