o the west. He did find land. And, because of this, as we
have seen, all his voyaging and all his exploring were done in the firm
belief that he was discovering new parts of the eastern coast of Asia.
The idea that he had found a new world never entered his head.

So, when he looked toward the west, as he sailed around the island of
Trinidad and saw the distant shore, he said it was a new part of Asia.
He was as certain of this as he had before been certain that Cuba was a
part of the Asiatic mainland.

But when he sailed into the mouth of the great Orinoco River he was
puzzled. For the water was no longer salt; it grew fresher and fresher
as he sailed on. And it rushed out so furiously through the two straits
at the northern and southern ends of Trinidad (which because of the
terrible rush of their currents he called the Lion's Mouth and the
Dragon's Mouth) that he was at first unable to explain it all.

Then he had a curious idea. Columbus was a great reader of the Bible;
some of the Bible scholars of his day said that the Garden of Eden was
in a far Eastern land where a mighty river came down through it from the
hills of Paradise; as Columbus saw the beautiful land he had reached,
and saw the great river sending down its waters to the sea, he fitted
all that he saw to the Bible stories he knew so well, and felt sure that
he had really discovered the entrance to the Garden of Eden.

He would gladly have sailed across the broad bay and up the great river
to explore this heavenly land; but he was ill with gout, he was nearly
blind from his sore eyes, his ships were shaky and leaky, and he felt
that he ought to hurry away to the city of Isabella where his brothers,
Bartholomew and Diego, were in charge of affairs and were, he knew,
anxiously waiting for him to come back.

So at last he turned away from the lovely land that he thought must
be Paradise and steered toward Hayti. On the nineteenth of August he
arrived off the coast of Hayti. He sent a messenger with news of his
arrival, and soon greeted his brother Bartholomew, who, when he heard of
the Admiral's arrival, sailed at once to meet him.

Bartholomew Columbus had a sad story to tell his brother Christopher.
Things had been going badly in Hayti, and the poor Admiral grew sicker
and sicker as he listened to what Bartholomew had to tell.

You have heard it said that there are black sheep in every flock. There
were black sheep in this colony of Columbus. There