Part 6 (1/2)
”Not a soul.”
”Would you like to sail with us?”
”Will a wolf bite? Why do you suppose I told you all this?”
”Bite your tongue then, wolf-cub, until I have seen the Admiral. Where shall I find you if I want you?”
”Tia Josefa over there lets me sleep in the courtyard.”
”Very well--now, off with you.”
The Admiral said exactly what the pilot had thought he would say. He knew himself to be looked upon with envy and dislike, as a Genoese, and the Spaniards who made up his three crews had been collected as with a rake from the unwilling Andalusian seaports. It was decided that the mutinous sailors should be scattered so that they could not easily act together. Pedro was taken on as cabin-boy, for he was thirteen, and wiser than his age.
On that May day when Christoval Colon,[1] the hare-brained foreigner whom the King and Queen had made an Admiral, read the royal orders in the Church of San Jorge in Palos, there was amazement, wrath and horror in that small seaport. Queen Ysabel had indeed been so rash as to pledge her jewels to meet the cost of this expedition; but the royal treasurers, looking over their accounts, noted that Palos owed a fine to the Crown which had never been paid. Very good; let Palos contribute the use and maintenance of two s.h.i.+ps for two months, and let the magistrates of the Andalusian ports hunt up s.h.i.+pmasters and crews and supplies. The officers of the government came with Colon to enforce this order.
In vain did the Pinzon brothers, who had really been convinced by the arguments of Colon, use all their influence to secure him a proper equipment. Even after they had themselves enlisted as captains, with their own s.h.i.+p the _Nina_, they could not get men enough to go on so doubtful a venture. The royal officers finally took to the reckless course of pardoning all prisoners guilty of any crime short of murder or treason, on condition of their s.h.i.+pping for the voyage. At least half the sailors of the three s.h.i.+ps were pressed men.
The _Santa Maria_, largest of the three caravels, was ninety feet long and twenty broad. She was a decked s.h.i.+p; the others had only the tiny cabin and forecastle. A caravel was never intended for long voyages into unknown seas. Her builders designed her for coasting trade, not for a quick voyage independent of wind and tide; but on the other hand she was cheaper to build and to sail than a Genoese galley. The Admiral believed that in the end the smallness of the s.h.i.+ps would be no disadvantage.
Among the estuaries, bays and groups of islands which he expected to find, they could go anywhere. Including s.h.i.+pmasters, pilots and crews the fleet carried eighty-seven men and three s.h.i.+p-boys, besides the personal servants of the Admiral, a physician, a surgeon, an interpreter and a few adventurers. The interpreter was a converted Jew who could speak not only several European languages but Arabic and Chaldean.
”A retinue of servants indeed!” observed Fonseca, the bishop, when the door had closed upon the Admiral of the Indies. ”Since all enlisted in the expedition are at his service, why does he demand lackeys?”
But the head of the Genoese navigator had not been turned by his honors.
No man cared less for display than he did, personally. He knew very well, however, that unless he maintained his own dignity the rabble under his command might be emboldened to cut his throat, seize the s.h.i.+ps and become pirates. The men whom he could trust were altogether too few to control those he could not, if it came to an open fight,--but it must not be allowed to come to that. It was not agreeable to squabble with Fonseca about the number of servants he was allowed to have, but he must have personal attendants who were not discharged convicts.
On the open seas, removed from their lamenting and despondent relatives, the crews gradually subsided into a state of discipline. The quarter-deck is perhaps the severest test of character known. Despite themselves the sailors began to feel the serene and kindly strength of the man who was their master.
With a tact and understanding as great as his courage and self-command Colon told his men more than they had ever known of the Indies. The East had for generations been the enchanted treasure-house of Europe. Arabic, Venetian, Genoese and Portuguese traders had brought from it spices, rare woods, gold, diamonds, pearls, silk, and other foreign luxuries.
But the wide and varied reading of the Admiral had given him more definite information. He told of the gilded temples of c.i.p.angu, the porcelain towers of Cathay, rajahs' elephants in gilded and jeweled trappings, golden idols with eyes of great glowing gems, thrones of ebony inlaid with patterns of diamonds, emeralds and rubies, rich cargoes of spices, dyewood, fine cotton and silk, pearl fisheries, the White Feast of Cambalu and the Khan's great hall where six thousand courtiers gathered. Portugal already was reaching out toward these Indies, groping her way around the African coast. Were they, Spaniards and Christians, to be outdone by Portuguese and Arab traders? No men ever had so great a future. Not only the wealth of the Indies, but the glory of winning heathen empires to abandon their idols for the Christian faith, was the adventure to which they were pledged; and he strove to kindle their spirits from his own.
To Pedro the cabin-boy, listening in silence, it was like an entrance into another world. When he asked to be taken on he had been moved simply by a boy's desire to go where he had not been before. Now he served a demiG.o.d, who led men where none had dared go. The Admiral might have the glory of rediscovering the western route to the Indies; his cabin-boy was discovering him.
The sea was beautifully calm, and there was time for talk and speculation. A drifting mast, to which n.o.body would have given two thoughts anywhere else, was pointed out as an evil omen. Pedro grinned cheerfully and elevated his nose.
”Do you not believe in omens, Pedro?” asked the Admiral, somewhat amused. He had not found many Spaniards who did not.
”One does not believe all one hears, my lord,” the youngster answered, coolly. ”Tia Josefa saw ill omens a dozen times a week, all sure death; and she is ninety years old. A mast drifting with the current is usual.
When I see one drifting against it I will begin to worry.”
The jumpy nerves of the sailors were easily upset. They might have been calmer if the sea had been less calm. It is hard for Spanish blood to endure inaction and suspense together. Day after day a soft strong wind wafted them westward. Ruiz, one of the pilots, bluntly declared that he did not see how they could ever sail back to Spain against this wind, whether they reached the Indies or not.
”Pedro,” said the Admiral quietly, ”what do you think?”
Pedro hesitated only an instant. ”My lord,” he answered boldly, ”if we cannot go back we must go on--around the world.”
”So we can,” smiled the Admiral. ”But it will not come to that.” And Ruiz, rea.s.sured and rather ashamed of his fears, told the other grumblers if they had seen as much rough weather as he had they would know when they were well off.
But after a time even the pilots took fright. The compa.s.s needle no longer pointed to the North Star, but half a point or more to the northwest of it. They had visions of the fleet helplessly drifting without a guide upon a vast unknown sea. It was not then known that the action of the magnetic pole upon the needle varies in different parts of the earth, but the quick mind of the Admiral found an explanation which quieted their fears. He told them that the real north pole was a fixed point indeed, but not necessarily the North Star. While this star might be in line with the pole when seen from the coast of Spain, it would not, of course, be in the same relative position when seen from a point hundreds of miles to the west.