the picture at the first Indian village they came to
if they got succor there.

Sure enough, they did reach a place called Cueyabos, where they were
hospitably received by the Indians, and where Ojeda, fulfilling his
vow, erected a log hut, or shrine, in the recess of which he left, with
much regret, the picture of the Virgin which had accompanied {17} him
on his wanderings and adventures. Means were found to send word to
Jamaica, still under the governorship of Esquivel, whose head Ojeda had
threatened to cut off when he met him. Magnanimously forgetting the
purpose of the broken adventurer, Esquivel despatched a ship to bring
him to Jamaica. We may be perfectly sure that Ojeda said nothing about
the decapitation when the generous hearted Esquivel received him with
open arms. Ojeda with Talavera and his comrades were sent back to
Santo Domingo. There Talavera and the principal men of his crew were
tried for piracy and executed.

Ojeda found that Encisco had gone. He was penniless, discredited and
thoroughly downcast by his ill fortune. No one would advance him
anything to send succor to San Sebastian. His indomitable spirit was
at last broken by his misfortunes. He lingered for a short time in
constantly increasing ill health, being taken care of by the good
Franciscans, until he died in the monastery. Some authorities say he
became a monk; others deny it; it certainly is quite possible. At any
rate, before he died he put on the habit of the order, and after his
death, by his own direction, his body was buried before the gate, so
that those who passed through it would have to step over his remains.
Such was the tardy humility with which he endeavoured to make up for
the arrogance and pride of his exciting life.

IV. Enter One Vasco Nunez de Balboa

Encisco, coasting along the shore with a large ship, carrying
reenforcements and loaded with provisions for the party, easily
followed the course of Ojeda's {18} wanderings, and finally ran across
the final remnants of his expedition in the harbor of Cartagena. The
remnant was crowded into a single small, unseaworthy brigantine under
the command of Francisco Pizarro.

Pizarro had scrupulously kept faith with Ojeda. He had done more. He
had waited fifty days, and then, finding that the two brigantines left
to him were not large enough to contain his whole party, by mutual
agreement of the survivors clung to the death-laden spot until a
sufficient number