And then we came to the coast we called the Golden Coast, and his hope spread great wings again, and if our mariners talked of magic it was for a time glistening white.
Gold, gold! A deep bay, thronged at the mouth with islets so green and fair, they were marvel to us who were sated with islands great and small.

We entered under overhanging trees, and out at once to us shot twenty canoes.

The Indians within wore gold in amount and purity far beyond anything in ten years.

Oh, our ships could scarce contain their triumph! The Admiral looked a dreamer who comes to the bliss center in his dream.

Gold was ever to him symbol and mystery.