So
I hurried also to the river intending to cross it. But all that day and
all that night it rained as it can rain nowhere else in the world that
I have seen, till at last we waded on our road knee deep in water, and
when we came to the ford of the river it was to find a wide roaring
flood, that no man could pass in anything less frail than a Yarmouth
herring boat. So there on the bank we must stay in misery, suffering
many ills from fever, lack of food, and plenitude of water, till at
length the stream ran down.
Three days and nights we waited there, and on the fourth morning I made
shift to cross, losing four men by drowning in the passage. Once over, I
hid my force in the bush and reeds, and crept forward with six men only,
to see if I could discover anything of the whereabouts of the Spaniards.
Within an hour I struck the trail that they had cut through the forest,
and followed it cautiously. Presently we came to a spot where the forest
was thin, and here Cortes had camped, for there was heat left in the
ashes of his fires, and among them lay the body of an Indian who had
died from sickness. Not fifty yards from this camp stood a huge ceiba,
a tree that has a habit of growth not unlike that of our English oak,
though it is soft wooded and white barked, and will increase more in
bulk in twenty years than any oak may in a hundred.
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