In The Middle Of The Sixteenth Century,

America Was Still A Land Of Wonder. The Ancient Spell Still Hung Unbroken Over The Wild, Vast World Of Mystery Beyond The Sea,-a Land Of Romance, Adventure, And Gold.

The Young Nobles, Of Whom There Were Many, Were Volunteers, Who Had Paid Their Own Expenses In Expectation Of A Golden Harvest, And They Chafed In Impatience And Disgust. The Religious Element In The Colony-unlike The Former Huguenot Emigration To Brazil--was Evidently Subordinate. The Adventurers Thought More Of Their Fortunes Than Of Their Faith.

We Were In All Four Men With Eight Animals; For Besides The Spare Horses Led By Shaw And Myself, An Additional Mule Was Driven Along With Us As A Reserve In Case Of Accident.

Humanity, Morality, Decency, Might Be Forgotten, But Codfish Must Still Be Had For The Use Of The Faithful In Lent And On Fast Days.

It Was A Rich And Gorgeous Sunset - An American Sunset; And The Ruddy Glow Of The Sky Was Reflected From Some Extensive Pools Of Water Among The Shadowy Copses In The Meadow Below.