end of the Panama Canal. There Columbus and his men celebrated sadly
the Christmas of 1502 and the New Year's Day of 1503, not knowing that
the Pacific was only forty miles away.
Further misfortunes came. Thirteen sailors, rowing the flagship's
boat up a river to find fresh water, were attacked by Indians; all but
one of the Spaniards were killed, and the boat was lost. Two vessels
had to be abandoned as too worm-eaten to be seaworthy; the other two
leaked so badly that the pumps had to be worked night and day. Finally
the worms proved stronger than the men, and these surviving ships
had to be beached on a shore of Jamaica (June 25, 1503). There the
hapless crew remained a year and five days, depending for food on
the precarious friendship of the natives, who themselves had little to
spare. Diego Mendez, whose calm courage in all this adversity kept
Columbus from complete despair, volunteered to lead six Christians and
ten Indians in a dugout canoe 455 miles- eighty of them out of sight
of land- to Santo Domingo to solicit aid. On that venture their
water ran out, and several Indians died. Mendez reached his goal,
but Ovando would not or could not spare a vessel till May 1504, to
go to the Admiral's relief. By February the Jamaica Indians had
reduced their gifts of food to the stranded crew to the point where
the Spaniards began to starve. Columbus had with him Regiomontanus's
Ephemerides, which calculated a lunar eclipse for February 29. He
called in the native chiefs, and warned them that God, in His anger at
their letting his men starve, was about to blot out the moon. They
scoffed, but when the eclipse began they hurriedly brought food to the
ships. Columbus reassured them, saying that he had prayed to God to
restore the moon, and had promised Him that the Indians would properly
feed the Christians thereafter. The moon reappeared.
Four more months passed before help came; even then the ship that
Ovando sent leaked so badly that it was barely able to return to Santo
Domingo. Columbus, with his brother and son, sailed in a stouter
vessel to Spain, arriving November 7 after a long and stormy voyage.
The King and Queen were disappointed that he had not found more
gold, or a strait to the Indian Ocean; and neither Ferdinand nor
Isabella, who was dying, had time to receive the white-haired sailor
finally home from the sea. His "tenths" from Haiti were still paid
to him; he suffered from arthritis, but not from poverty. When at last