Now we began to find gold.

It glistened in the river sands.

Sometimes we found nuts of it, washed from the rocks far above.

There came upon us the gold fever.
Mines--we must open mines! Fermin Cedo, our essayer, would have it that it was not Ophir, but at that time he was hardly believed.

The Admiral wrote a letter about these golden mines.
An Indian brought him a piece of amber; another, a lump of blue stone.
We found jasper, we were sure of copper.
We came to a natural rampart, wide at top, steeply descending on three sides, set in a loop of a little clear river named Yanique.