Who am I? I was looking for the seven cities of Gold. I found Cibola, but
it's buildings were just made of shiney mud. I went looking for El Dorado,
found it, but still nothing there that I was looking for. I get credit for
finding the Grand Canyon, even though it was not lost and three native
tribes live there. I spent my wifes fortune out on my adventure and
learned many things but nothing I could take to the bank.

In 1539, Friar Marcos de Niza, a Franciscan priest, reported to Spanish colonial officials in Mexico City that he’d seen the legendary city of Cibola in what is now New Mexico. It was an electrifying statement—Spanish explorers who were scouring the New World for Native American treasure had heard persistent tales of the fantastic wealth of the so-called Seven Cities of Cibola.

“It is situated on a level stretch on the brow of a roundish hill,” the friar said. “It appears to be a very beautiful city, the best that I have seen in these parts.” The priest acknowledged, however, that he had only seen the city from a distance and had not entered it because he thought the Zuni Indian inhabitants would kill him if he approached.

But when a large and expensive Spanish expedition returned to the area in 1541, they found only a modest adobe pueblo that wasn’t anything resembling what the priest described. The expedition turned out to be a ruinous misadventure for those involved—including famed conquistador Francisco Vazquez de Coronado, who led it.

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