Where was a malcontent he came secretly if might be, if not openly, to Aguado.
Whoever had a grudge came; whoever thought he had true injury.

Every one who disliked Italians, fire-new nobles, sea captains dubbed Admirals and Viceroys came.

Every one who had been restrained from greed, lust and violence came.

Those who held an honest doubt as to some one policy, or act, questioned, found their mere doubt become in Aguado's mind damning certainty.

And so many good Spaniards dead in war, and so many of pestilence, and such thinness, melancholy, poverty in Isabella! And where was the gold?
And was this rich Asia of the spices, the elephants, the beautiful thin cloths and the jewels?
The friends of Christopherus Columbus had their say also, but suddenly there arose all the enemies.
"When he sails home, I will sail with him!" said the Admiral, "My name is hurt, the truth is wounded!" In the third week of Aguado's visit, arose out of far ocean and rushed upon us one of those immense tempests that we call here "hurricane".
Not a few had we seen since 1492, but none so great, so terrible as this one.