Making no long stay here, they return’d to their Ship, and weighing Anchor Sail’d fifty Leagues more Westerly, the Fleet got sight of _Moscobo_, in the Territory _Aguanil_, whose King assaulted the _Spaniards_ with so much fury, that two and twenty of them were slain, and scarce one escap’d which was not wounded: wherefore they return’d with bad success to _Cuba_. Yet _Velasques_ no ways discourag’d thereat, not long after fitted out four Vessels, Manning them with three hundred Men under the Command of _Juan Grisalva_ and _Alamines_; who having Sail’d seventy Leagues, discover’d the fruitful Island _Cosumella_; along whose Shore stood fair Stone Edifices, intermix’d with Temples, whose Steeples appear’d above the Houses. _Grisalva_ being led up into one of these Steeples by a Priest, saw at a distance off at Sea the Territory _Jucatan_: and in the Place where they were, there were spacious Halls, full of Marble and Stone Images of deformed Men and Beasts, which with a murmuring noise, and burning of incense they religiously worship. The _Spaniards_ call’d this Island _Sancta Cruz_. [Sidenote: _Spaniards_ fight with the _Campechiums_.] Sailing from hence they directed their Course to _Campechium_, where the year before they had been so civilly treated; where arriving, and without any fear coming ashore, they found the _Campechiums_ quite of another humor than they were the former year, telling them, They would not suffer any Strangers to be amongst them; and placing a burning Torch between theirs and the _Spanish_ Forces, threatned, That if they did not depart in quiet, they would force them: which accordingly they endeavor’d, making a fierce Onset upon the _Spaniards_; who being now come under their Battlements, when they saw their advantage, pour’d what they had kept as a reserve, whole Volleys of small Shot amongst them; which struck so much terror, that they all ran away, shifting for themselves, and crowding into the City. The _Spaniards_ found afterwards _Jucatan_ to be but a _Peninsula_, and came before a River which fell with so strong a Current into the _Mexican Sea_, that it retain’d its sweetness for the space of two Leagues. [Illustration] [Sidenote: Strange passages on _Tabasco_.] This River, flowing out of the Province _Tabasco_, was call’d _Grisalva_: upon whose Banks stood above six thousand _Americans_; and in the Water appear’d a hundred Boats with Armed Men, which Row’d aboard the _Spanish_ Ships. The Interpreters of _Cuba_, whose Language agrees for the most part with the _Tabascers_, prevail’d so much, that the King himself came to the chief Commander _Grisalva_, and bartering with him, gave him as much Gold as his Iron Helmet, Breastplate, and other Armor weighed. [Sidenote: _Sacrifice Island._] Soon after they Landed on the _Island of Sacrifice_, so call’d from the horrid Sacrifices which the Inhabitants made daily. [Sidenote: Exceeding horrible Sacrifices.]