Chapter One Some Delicate Garden First there was the smell, the fragrance of burning cedar on the west wind. Then there was the smoke rising from "great fires because of the numerous inhabitants." As the Dauphine bobbed within sight of land on an April day in 1524, Giovanni da Verrazano saw "the sea along the coast was churned up by enormous waves because of the open beach." In a letter to French king Francis I, he described a "seashore completely covered with fine sand fifteen feet deep, which arises in the forms of small hills about fifty paces high." Then came a forest "clothed with palms, laurel, and cypress, and other varieties of tree unknown in our Europe." They gave off a strong scent, he added, "not without some kind of narcotic or aromatic liquor." After sailing from the port of Dieppe on the English Channel, Verrazano had arrived off the Outer Banks to give us our first description of a gentle Carolina spring day. "The sky is clear and cloudless, with infrequent rain, and if the south winds bring in clouds and murkiness, they are dispelled in an instant, and the sky is once again clear and bright; the sea is calm and unruffled.

" Spotting people on the beach "making various friendly signs, and beckoning us ashore," the Italian captain of the French ship sent a small boat, but the pounding breakers made it too dangerous to land. One of the sailors jumped into the water and bodysurfed to shore carrying "some trinkets, such as little bells, mirrors, and other trifles." But when the locals tried to help him out of the water, he "was seized with terror." They carried him to a sunny spot, took off his soaked clothes, and built a huge fire, "looking at the whiteness of his flesh and examining him head to foot." The ship''s crew feared they would roast and eat him; instead, the group warmed him by the fire, hugged him, and retreated politely to the top of a sand dune until the sailor made it back to the boat. Coasting north after this hopeful and auspicious encounter, the Europeans followed a narrow strip, "an isthmus one mile wide and about two hundred miles long, in which we could see the eastern sea from the ship." Verrazano tried without success to find a safe passage through the isthmus so "we could reach those blessed shores of Cathay." He looked west across the islands of the Outer Banks and saw not the Pamlico Sound, as we now know it, but a vast sea that he proclaimed to be the Pacific Ocean.

It was, after all, what he was looking for. "My intention on this voyage was to reach Cathay and the extreme eastern coast of Asia, but I did not expect to find such an obstacle of new land as I have encountered," he explained to the king who had helped fund the voyage, adding, "I estimated there would be some strait to get through." He surely had in mind Vasco Núñez de Balboa, who, a decade earlier, had crossed Panama and found the waters that led to China. A Florentine and contemporary of Machiavelli''s and Raphael''s, he named the isthmus Varazanio and sailed on toward the north, earning posthumous fame as the first European to record his entrance into New York Harbor. But his much larger contribution to world history was in making the geographic gaffe of the century. Belief in this Carolinian Panama played a central role in leading the English to the Outer Banks sixty years later. You could argue that the American colonies and the United States are based on a single cartographic blunder. Verrazano''s patron proved too busy fighting a losing war with Spain to authorize a follow-­up voyage, so the Italian turned to King Henry VIII across the Channel.

To entice the monarch, he either presented or sent a detailed map and globe showing his discoveries. Henry at the time was more interested in divorcing his first wife and marrying Anne Boleyn--­soon to be mother of Queen Elizabeth I--­than expending scarce crown funds chasing shortcuts to China. He did, however, give the Italian''s gifts places of honor in his royal palace on London''s western outskirts. Verrazano was killed and eaten by Caribs on the less blessed shores of Guadeloupe before he could correct his error, but his imagined isthmus lived on within Westminster''s walls. As Henry plotted and Francis warred, a wealthy Spanish judge and landowner on the island of Hispaniola--­in today''s Dominican Republic--­quietly launched the first attempt to colonize the east coast of North America since the Vikings. In an eerie harbinger of the plantation culture to come, Lucas Vázquez de Ayllón envisioned turning the Southeast into a feudal empire staffed by Native American workers and African slaves. The North American east coast in that day was seen much the same as the west coast of Africa, a ready source of slaves to work the proliferating sugar plantations of the Spanish Caribbean and Portuguese Brazil. Ayllón sponsored a reconnaissance mission along the Carolina coast that captured more than sixty Siouan-­speaking Indians from a land they called Chicora, which lay just south of the Outer Banks in what is now South Carolina.

"As for the Indians, they turned out to be useless," Ayllón noted with regret. "For almost all of them died of fretfulness and grief." One young survivor caught his eye. Dubbed Don Francisco Chicora--­we don''t know his Siouan name--­he was tall and strikingly handsome, and the Hispaniola judge took him to Spain, where he charmed the Castilian court with fantastic tales of the wealth and fertility of his native land. He told of giant kings, men with long tails, and fine cheese made from deer milk. These compelling stories were enough to win Ayllón a royal grant from King Charles V to settle Chicora. The judge was named governor and given a monopoly on trade in the area for six years, but he had to shoulder the enormous costs of sending and maintaining a colony. He pledged not to enslave the Indians but to "attract them to our service that they will be protected and not molested.

" Taking along African slaves was, however, permitted. The king also encouraged the new governor to explore the area for a passage through North America to the Pacific. Two years after Verrazano''s voyage, in July 1526, a flotilla of six ships carrying six hundred people, including farmers, priests, women, Africans, two doctors, and a pharmacist, sailed from Hispaniola for Chicora. The exceptionally well-­organized expedition carried seven dozen horses, beef cattle, tons of corn, and three thousand loaves of cassava bread. (By contrast, the first Puritans who arrived nearly a century later on the Mayflower counted just over one hundred passengers, and no livestock, on their single small vessel.) Enticing people to leave their familiar homes for an unknown land proved easy. "The entire Spanish nation is in fact so keen about novelties that people go eagerly anywhere they are called by a nod or a whistle," wrote a court acquaintance of Ayllón''s, "in the hope of bettering their condition, and are ready to sacrifice what they have for what they hope." After they sailed twelve hundred miles north from the Caribbean without incident, mishaps plagued the settlers'' arrival.

The flagship grounded in shoal waters, ruining the bulk of the supplies. The settlement site proved swampy. Upon their arrival in Chicora, Don Francisco promptly defected, his tall tales no doubt designed to ensure his kidnappers would deliver him safely home; he was never seen by Europeans again. The anxious colonists soon moved south to a healthier location near today''s Savannah, Georgia. The local Native Americans, initially happy to trade food for valuable European goods, grew tired of feeding the foreigners. Illness and starvation quickly took a terrible toll on the colonists. "Many persons died of hunger for lack of bread and because in their infirmity they were unable to fish," one account states. Protein from the plentiful seafood, however, was not enough.

Without bread or corn, the settlers likely suffered from the lethargy and nausea that can come with eating insufficient carbohydrates. Indians used acorns and roots when maize supplies ran low, but the Spanish seem to have lacked this knowledge. As relations with the local tribe degenerated, the newcomers'' situation grew increasingly dire. Ayllón died in October, and the desperate and leaderless Spanish split into competing factions. Indians infuriated by harsh treatment attacked, and the African slaves rebelled. An unknown number, African as well as European, deserted to the Native Americans. This was only the start of more than two centuries of settlers along eastern North America melting into the indigenous population. The remaining ragged band set sail back for home.

Stormy seas forced the voyagers to dump Ayllón''s body, which they had hoped to bury in Hispaniola, over the side. Less than one-­third of the settlers made it home. The debacle in Chicora presaged events at countless later European settlements along that coast, including Roanoke--­grounded ships, inadequate supplies, dependence on and desertion to the locals, and a desperate cycle of hunger and violence. But the legend of a fruitful land akin to Eden woven by Don Francisco spread across Europe faster than the true tale of woe. When French Protestants called Huguenots sought to escape the religious turmoil in France in the 1560s, they looked to Chicora as a welcoming and fertile refuge. A first expedition sent to a South Carolina island collapsed when the governor returned to Europe for supplies in 1562, only to be captured and jailed by the English. The abandoned men made a harrowing journey in an open boat back to France, resorting to cannibalism along the way. Three years later, a second wave of French settlers led by Jean Ribault built a base a.