THE Admiral set a watch and commanded all beside to sleep. To-morrow
might be work and wakefulness enough! The ship grew silent. With the
_Pinta_ and the Nina it lay under the moon, and all around was silver
water.
He did not sleep this night, I am sure. At all times he was a provident
and wakeful sea king who knew his ship through and through. His habit
was light sleep and not many hours of that. He studied his books at
night while others slept. Lying in his bed, with eyes open or eyes shut,
he watched form in the darkness lands across sea.
This night so far from Europe passed. The sense of day at hand wrapped
us. In the east arose a cool, a stern and indifferent pallor. It
changed, it flushed. We carried in the _Santa Maria_ a cock and hens.
Cock crew.
Christopherus Columbus had Italian love for fit, harmonious noting of
vast events. This morning the trumpeter also of the Santa Maria waked
those who slept. The clear and joyful notes were heard by the Pinta and
the Pinta, too, answered with music. The Nina took it from her. Beltran
the cook and his helpers gave us a stately breakfast. The Admiral came
forth from his cabin in a dress that a prince might have worn, crimson
and tawny, and around his throat a golden chain. Far and near rushed
into light, for in these lands and seas the dawn makes no tarrying. It
is almost night, then with a great clap of light it is day.
We had voyaged, all thought, to Asia over an untrodden way. Every eye
turned to land. Not haze, not dissolving cloud, not a magic nothing in
the thought, but land, land, solid, palpable, like Palos strand! Had we
seen a great port city, had we seen ships crowding harbor, had we seen
a citadel on some height, armed and frowning, had we marked temples and
palaces and banners afloat in this divine cool wind of morning, many
aboard us would have had now no surprise, would have cried, “Of course,
I really knew it, though for the fun of it I pretended otherwise!”
But others among us could not expect such as this after the quiet night;
no light before us save that one so soon quenched, no stir of boat
at all or large or small; an unearthly quiet, a low land still as a
sleeping marsh under moon.
The light brightened. The water about us turned a blue that none there
had ever seen, so turquoise, so cerulean, so penetrable by the eye!
Before us gentle surf broke on a beach bone-white. The beach with little
rise met woodland; thick it seemed and of a vivid greenness and fairly
covering the island. It was island, masthead told us, who saw blue
ribbon going around. Moreover, there were two others, no greater, upon
the horizon. Nor, though the woodland seemed thick as pile of velvet,
was it desolate isle. We made out in three places light plumes of smoke.
Now some one uttered a cry, “Men!”
They were running out of the wood, down upon the white beach. There
might be a hundred.
“Naked men! They are dark--They are negroes!”--“Or magicians!”
The Admiral lifted his great voice. “Mariners all! India and Cathay are
fringed with islands, as are many parts of Europe. A dozen of you have
sailed among the Greek islands. There may be as many here as those. This
is a small island and its folk simple. They are not Negroes, but the
skin of the Indian is darker than ours, and that of Cipango and Cathay
is yellow. As for clothing, in all warm lands the simpler folk wear
little. But as for magicians, there may be magicians among them as
there are among all peoples, but it is falseness and absurdity to speak
of all as magicians! Nonsense and cowardice! The man who cried that goes
not ashore to-day!”
Not Great India before us nor Golden Cipango! But it was land--land--it
was solid, there were folk! How long had flowed the sea around us, for
this was the twelfth of October, five weeks since Gomera and above two
months since Palos had sunk away and we had heard the last faint bell of
La Rabida! And there had been strong doubt if ever we should see again a
white beach, or a tree, or a kindly fire ashore, or any men but those of
our three ships, or ever another woman or a child. But land--land!
Here was land and green woods and crowds of strange folk. The mariners
laughed, and the tears stood in their eyes and friends embraced. And
they grew mightily respectful to the Admiral.
So many were to go ashore in the first boat, and so many in the second.
The _Pinta_ and the Nina were lowering their boats. Our hidalgos aboard,
Diego de Arana, Roderigo Sanchez and the rest, had also fine apparel
with them--seeing that the Grand Khan would have a court and our
Sovereigns must be rightly represented--and this morning they suited
themselves only less splendidly than did the Admiral. The great banner
of Castile and Leon was ready for carrying. Trumpet, drum and fife
should land. Fray Ignatio was ready--oh, ready! His liquid dark eyes had
an unearthly look. Gifts were being sorted out. There were aboard rich
things, valued in any land of ours, for gifts to the Grand Khan and his
ministers, or the Emperor of Cipango and his. For Queens and Empresses
and Ladies also. And there was a wondrous missal for Prester John did
we find him! But this was evidently a little island afar, and these were
naked, savage men. The expedition was provident. It had for all. The
Portuguese, our great navigators, had taught what the naked African
liked. A basket stood at hand filled with pieces of colored cloth,
beads, caps, hawk bells, fishhooks, toys of sorts. For that we might
have trouble, four harquebus men and four crossbows were going. The
_Santa Maria_ carried two cannon. Now at the Admiral’s signal, one of
these was discharged. It was a voice not heard before in this world.
If he wished to produce awe that should accompany him like the ancient
pillars of cloud and fire, he had success. When the smoke cleared we saw
the wild men prostrate upon the ivory beach as though a scythe had cut
them down. They lay like fallen grain, then rose and made haste for the
wood. We could thinly hear their shouting.
Christopherus Columbus descended into the boat of the _Santa Maria_,
Fray Ignatio after him. Diego de Arana, Roderigo Sanchez, Escobedo,
Gutierrez and Juan Lepe the physician followed. Juan de la Cosa stayed
with the ship, it not being wise to take away all authority. Our armed
men came after and the rowers. We drew off and the small boat filled.
Boats of the Pinta and the Nina joined us. The great banner over us, the
Admiral’s hand upon its standard, we rowed for Asia.
Nearer and nearer. The water hung about us, plain marvel, not dark blue,
but turquoise and clear as air. We could see the strange, bright-hued
fish and the white bottom. The air breathed Maytime, and now we thought
we could tell the spices. And so ivory-white it was, the long curved
beach, and so gayly bright the emerald of the wood! There were many
palms with other trees we knew not. It was low, the island, and it shone
before us silver and green, and the trees moved gently in a wind more
sweet, we thought, than any Andalusian zephyr. Pedro Gutierrez stared.
“Paradise--Paradise!”
It was not what we had looked for, but it was good enough. It seemed
divine, that morning!
Nearer we drew, nearer. The beach was now bare. We made out the dark,
naked folk at edge of the wood, in tree shadows, watching us. Were they
strange to us, be sure we were stranger to them!
The azure water, so marvelous, met that sand white like crushed bone,
strewn with delicate shells. Never was wind so sweet as that which blew
this morning! Green plumes, the palms brushed the sky; there seemed to
us fruit trees also, with satin stems and wide-laden boughs. When we
looked over shoulder the _Santa Maria_, the Pinta and the Nina each rode
double, mast and hull in sky, mast and hull in mirror sea. Something
strange and divine was about us, over us. We wished to laugh, we wished
to weep.
Boat head touched clean sand. The oars rested. Christopherus Columbus
the Admiral stepped from boat first and alone, all waiting as was right.
He took with him the banner of Spain. He walked a few yards, then struck
the standard into the sand. There was air enough to open the folds,
to make them float and fly. Kneeling, he bowed himself and kissed the
earth. We heard his strong voice praying. “_Domine Deus, aeterne et
omnipotens, sacro tuo verbo coelum, et terra, et mare, creasti_--”
We also bowed our heads. He rose and cried to Fray Ignatio. The
Franciscan was the next to enter this new world. After him sprang out
Diego de Arana and the others. The Pinzons, too, were now leaving their
boats. All were at last gathered about the Admiral, between blue water
and green wood. Fifty Spaniards, we gathered there, and we heard our
fellows left upon the ships cheering us. We kneeled and Fray Ignatio
thanked God for us.
We rose, drew long breath and looked about us, then turned to the
Admiral with loud praise and gratulation. He was girded with a sword,
cross-hilted. Drawing it, he set its point in the sand. Then with one
hand upon the cross, and one lifted and wrapped in the banner folds, he,
with a great voice, proclaimed Spain’s ownership. To the King and Queen
of the Spains all lands unchristian and idolatrous that we might find
and use and hold, all that were clearly away from the line of the King
of Portugal, drawn for him by the Holy Father! In the name of God, in
the name of Holy Church, in the name of Isabella, Queen of Castile,
and Ferdinand, King of Aragon and their united Power, amen and amen! He
motioned to the trumpeter who put trumpet to his lips and blew a blast
to the north and the south and the east and the west. At the sound there
seemed to come a cry from the fringing wood, a cry of terror.
The island was ours,--if all this could make it ours.
A piece of scarlet cloth spread upon the sand had heaped upon it
necklaces of glass and three or four hawk bells with other toys. We
placed it there, then stood back. At the Admiral’s command the harquebus
and crossbow men laid their weapons down, though watchful eye was kept.
But no arrow flights had come from the wood, and as far as could be seen
some kind of lance, not formidable looking, was their only weapon. Next
the Admiral made our fifer to play a merry and peaceful air.
We had noted a clump of trees advanced into the sand and we thought that
the bolder men were occupying this. Now a man started out alone, a young
man by the looks of him, drawn as he was against the white sand, and
a paladin, for he marched to meet alone he knew not what or whom.
“Blackamoor!” exclaimed De Arana beside me, but as he came nearer we saw
that the dead blackness was paint, laid in a fantastic pattern upon his
face and body. Native hue of skin, as we came presently to find in the
unpainted, was a pleasing red-brown. He advanced walking daintily and
proudly, knowing that his people were watching him. Single Castilian,
single Moor, had advanced so, many a time, between camps, or between
camp and fortress.
Halting beside the red cloth he stooped and turned over the trinkets.
When he straightened himself he had in hand a string of great beads,
rose and blue and green. He fingered these, seemed about to put the
necklet on, then refrained as too daring. Laying it gently back upon the
scarlet he next took up a hawk bell. These bells, as is known, ring very
clear and sweet. I was afterwards told that the Portuguese had noted
their welcome among the African people. There was no nail’s breadth of
information that this man Columbus could not use! He had used this, and
in a list for just possibly found savage Indians had put down, “good
number of hawk bells.”
The red man painted black, took up the hawk bell. It chimed as he moved
it. He dropped it on the sand and gave back a step, then picked it up
and set it tinkling. His face, the way in which he moved, said “Music
from heaven!”
The Admiral motioned to Fray Ignatio to move toward him. That good man
went gently forward. The youth gave back, but then braced himself, under
the eyes of his nation. He stood. The Franciscan put out a gowned arm
and a long, lean kindly hand. The youth, naked as the bronze of a
god, hesitated, raised his own arm, let it drop upon the other’s. Fray
Ignatio, speaking mild words, brought him across and to the Admiral.
The latter, tallest of us all and greatly framed, lofty of port, dressed
with magnificence, silver-haired, standing forth from his officers and
men, the banner over him, would be taken by any for Great Captain, chief
god of these gods, and certes, at the first they thought that we were
gods! The Indian put his hands to his face, shrank like a girl and came
slowly to his knees and lower yet until his forehead rested upon the
earth. The Admiral lifted him, calling him “son.”
Those of his kind watching from the wood now sent forth a considerable
deputation. There came to us a dozen naked men, fairly tall,
well-shaped, skin of red copper, smeared often with paint in bars and
disks and crescents. Their hair was not like the Negro’s, the only other
naked man our time knew, but was straight, black, somewhat coarse, not
bushy but abundant, cut short with the men below the ear. They are
a beardless people. Our beards are an amazement to them, as are our
clothes. A fiercely quarrelsome folk, a peace-keeping, gentle folk will
sound their note very soon. These belonged to the latter kind. Their
lances were not our huge knightly ones, nor the light, hard ones of the
Moors. They were hardly more than stout canes, the head not iron--they
had no iron--but flint or bone shaped by a flint knife. Where the paint
was not splashed or patterned over them, their faces could be liked very
well. Lips were not over full, the nose slightly beaked, the forehead
fairly high, the eyes good. They did not jabber nor move idly but kept
measure and a pleasant dignity. They seemed gentle and happy. So were
they when we found them.
Their speech sounded of no tongue that we knew. Luis Torres and I alike
had knowledge of Arabic. We had no Persian that might be nearer yet, but
Arabia being immemorially caravan-knit with India, it was thought that
it might be understood. But these bare folk had no notion of it, nor
of the Hebrew which Luis tried next. The Latin did not do, the Greek
of which I had a little did not do. But there is an old, old language
called Gesture. If, wherever there is a common language there is one
people, then in end and beginning surely we are one folk around the
earth!
We were to be friends with these islanders. “Friends first and last!”
believed the Admiral. Indeed, all felt it so, this bright day. If they
were not all we had imaged, sailing to them, yet were they men, and
unthreatening, novel, very interesting to us with their island and their
marvelous blue water. All was heightened by sheer joy of landing, and
of finding--finding something! And what we found was not horrible nor
deathful, but bright, promising, scented like first fruits.
To them we found we were gods! They moved about us with a kind of
ceremony of propitiation. Two youths came with a piece of bark carried
like a salver, piled with fruits and with thin cakes of some scraped
root. Another brought a parrot, a great green and rose bird that at
once talked, though we could not understand his words. Two older men had
balls, as large as melons, of some wound stuff that we presently found
to be cotton loosely twisted into yarn. The Admiral’s eyes glowed. “Now
if any bring spices or pepper--” But they did not, nor did they bring
gold.
All these things they put down before us, in silence or with words that
we thought were petitions, moving not confusedly but with a manner of
ritual. The Admiral took a necklace and placed it round the throat of
the young man who first had dared, and in his hand put a hawk bell. That
was enough for himself to do, who was Viceroy. Three of us finished the
distribution. They who had brought presents were given presents. All
would have us go with them to their village, just behind the trees. A
handful of men we left with the boats and the rest of us crossed sand.
Harquebuses and crossbows went with us, but we had no need of them. The
island apparently followed peace, and its folk greatly feared to give
offense to gods from the sky. Above the ships held a range of pearly
clouds, out of which indeed one might make strange lands and forms.
The Indians--Christopherus Columbus called them “Indians”--pointed from
ships to cloud. They spoke with movements of reverence. “You have come
down--you have come down!” We understood them, though their words were
not ours.
Now the greenwood rose close at hand. The trees differed, the woven
thickness of it, the color and blossom, from any wood at home. A space
opened before us, and here was the village of these folk,--round huts
thatched with palm leaves, set on no streets, but at choice under trees.
Earth around was trodden hard, but the green woods pressed close. Here
and there showed garden patches with plants whose names and uses we knew
not. Now we came upon women and children. Like the men the women were
naked. Well-shaped and comely, with long, black, braided hair, they
seemed to us gentle, pleasing and fearless. The children were a crew
that any might love.
Time lacks to say all that we did and heard and guessed this day upon
this island! It was first love after long weeks at sea, and our cramped
ships and all our great uncertainty! If it was not what we had expected,
still here it was, tangible land that never had been known, wonderful
to us, giving us already rich narrative for Palos and Huelva and
Fishertown, for Cordova and the Queen and King. We were sure now that
other land was to be met, so soon as we sailed a reasonable distance to
meet it. Under the horizon would be land surely, and surely of an import
that this small island lacked, like Paradise though it seemed to us
this day! Any who looked at the Admiral saw that he would make no long
tarrying here. He named this island San Salvador, but we would not wait
in San Salvador.
This day in shifts, all our men were brought ashore, each division
having three hours of blessed land. So good was earth under foot, so
good were trees, so delectable the fruit, so lovely to move and run and
watch every moving, running, walking thing! And these good, red-brown
folk, naked it was true, but mannerly after their own fashion, who
thought every seaman a god, and the ship boys sons of gods! And we also
were good and mannerly, the _Santa Maria_, the Pinta and the Nina. I
look back and I see a strange, a boyish and a happy day.
The sun was westering. We felt the exhaustion of a long holiday with
novelties so many that at last the senses did not answer. Perhaps the
Indians felt it too. Often and often have I seen great wisdom guide the
Admiral. An hour before approaching night might have said “Go!” he took
us one and all back to the ships. “_Salve Regina_” was a sound that
evening to hear, and afterwards it was to sleep, sleep,--tired as from
the Fair at Seville!