All sorts of stories had been set afloat about the unfitness of the Admiral to hold such an important office.  Fonseca had managed to influence the Queen so far against him that one Bobadilla had been sent to Hispaniola with power to depose Colon and treat him as a criminal,—­so cunningly were his instructions framed.  When the great discoverer was actually thrown into prison and sent to Spain manacled like a felon, it might have added a few drops of bitterness to his reflections if he had known what Ojeda was doing.  This youth, whom he had trusted and liked, was now looking forward to the conquest of the very region which the Admiral had discovered, and using what was supposed to be the Admiral’s private chart to guide him.

It is not likely, however, that the fiery and impatient Ojeda gave any thought to the feelings of the older man.  Juan de la Cosa was a leader in the expedition, many sailors were enlisted, who had served in former voyages of discovery, and above all, Fonseca approved.  Ojeda would never have dreamed of setting up any personal opinion contrary to the views of the Church.

In twenty-four days the fleet arrived upon a coast which no one on board had ever seen.  It was in fact two hundred leagues further to the south than Paria, where the Admiral had touched.  The people were taller and more vigorous than the Arawaks of Hispaniola, and expert with the bow, the lance and the shield.  Their bell-shaped houses were of tree-trunks thatched with palm leaves, some of them very large.  The people wore ornaments made of fish-bones, and strings of white and green beads, and feather headdresses of the most gorgeous colors.  The interpreter told Ojeda that the Spaniards’ desire of gold and pearls was very puzzling to these simple folk, who had never considered them of any especial value.  In a harbor called Maracapana the fleet was unloaded and careened for cleaning.  Under the direction of Ojeda and La Cosa a small brigantine was built.  The people brought venison, fish, cassava bread and other provisions willingly, and seemed to think the Spaniards angels.  At least, that was the version of their talk which reached Ojeda.  It was here that Amerigo Vespucci made that remark about translators.  He had not studied accounts of Atlantic voyages for the last few years without drawing a few conclusions regarding the nature of savages.  When it was explained that the natives had neighbors who were cannibals, and that they would greatly value the strangers’ assistance in fighting them, Vespucci came very near making a suggestion.  He finally made it to Juan de la Cosa instead of to Ojeda.  The old pilot chuckled wisely.

“I’ve got past warning my young gentleman of danger ahead,” he said good-naturedly.  “He can do without fighting just as well as a fish can do without water.  If I die trying to get him out of some scrape he has plunged into head-first, it will be no more than I expect.”