The Dallas express. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1893-1970, 1922-02-04

ing shades of Incredibly OF a YER
ity, so the pilot said, it was the
land near the River of Palms, as
the Rio Grande was named on the
map. Feeling sure that he had
sailed across the extremity of his
possessions, De Navaez ordered the
ships steared into the calm bay that
opened its arms to receive them.
Surely it must be the River of
Palms, for this was Good Friday.
In reality, it was the Tampa Bay,
a thousand miles from the Rio
Grande. The commander sent the
ships away, telling them to meet
him in the harbor of Panuco, Mexico
and started, with the three hundred
men and forty-five horses LETT, on
the overland expedition
Estevanico fell in line with the
others of his Moorish friends, though
he was never very far from Maldo-
nado and Dorantes. The ratiops
were light, two pounds of bread,
and a half pound of meat apiece,
for the journey was to be a short
one, so thought the leaders. The
heavier burdens was laid on the
slaves and Estevanillo, with a great
er prescience than the rest, trebbled
the quantity of the rations entrust-
ed to him, and so the light-hearted
conquerors set forth on May first,
1928 to find the land of tabled
wealth.
The interminable forest and
seIN % ID H.,
reward of their efforts to find the
golden cities of MeXoco. The hoarse
cry of the bull alligator at night
struck terror to their souls. The
creeping, tangled underground by
day cut pitifully into their tired
limbs, and their backs ached with
the labours of cutting way thru
the swamps. One by one the slaves
succumbed to the forced marches,
succumbed to the forced marches,
the loss of food and sleep, the grill
ing malaria. Mosquitoes made
night torture, and tropical in
sects made day o nightmare. Now
and they came to Indian villages,
and in their greed, must plumber
the burial mounds, searching for
the miserable gold. Deep rivers
INSTRUCTED their way to be crossed
by lily constructed RATS, from
which men and provisions slipped,
while the horses swan, only to
sink exhausted in the end. At night
by the flaring pine torch, Gabeco
de Waco wrote painfully in his mar
rative. Seated by his side, Este
vanico read the words, learning to
read the Spanish language, and
pondered on the knowledge which
De Vaca unfolded to him. John
Velasquez' Inflated adventure of at
tempting to swim one of the mighty
rivers, which flow to the Gulf, his
drowning, and the eating of his
horse by the starved adventures,
were all set down, painstakingly.
So they travelled, hundreds of
miles inland, until they came to a
large village of Indians who sem
sing that they were of the fabulous
white race, SO greedy of gold, help
up their glittering ornaments, and
pointed northward. The adventur-
ers eagerly obeying their directions
hurried on until they reached the
famed town of Appalachee, where
they had been told, would be found
gold plenty. Cruel disappoint-
ment! A squalid Indian village of
mud huts was all they found, and
the gold myth was exploded
Hunger, misery, starvation, miry,
morasses, deep lagocns, fever,
deliurium, savage warfare, harras-
ing arrows, and an ever craving
longing for the sea, for on the sea
they might hope to escape the tor
menting arrows of the Indians. So
they bent their path southwark
again and finally came to the sea,
and vain hope stirred within their