That's true, said one, for one honest man is worth two rogues. Don't you mind William Prust, that Captain Hawkins left behind in the Honduras, years and years agone? A raised quarter-deck at the stern held more soldiers, the sunlight flashing merrily upon their armor and their gun-barrels; as they neared, the English could hear plainly the cracks of the whips, and the yells as of wild beasts which answered them; the roll and rattle of the oars, and the loud Ha! More ways of killing a cat than choking her with cream. Gunner Yeo, sir, shouted a voice from the maindeck. Five minutes' hard cutting, hand to hand, and the poop was clear. The nine men luckily none of them wounded are freed, and helped on board, to be hugged and kissed by old comrades and young kinsmen; while the remaining slaves, furnished with a couple of hammers, are told to free themselves and help the English. The story was followed up by some accounts of what happened to the mutineers.
For delightful reading the lover of sea stories is referred to Best's account of Frobisher's second voyage - to Richard Chancellor's chronicle of the same period - to Hakluyt, an immortal classic - and to Purchas' Pilgrimage. Cut away the grapples aloft, men. Spare them all you can, in God's name: but if they try to run us down, rake them we must, and God forgive us. Behind this long snout, a strong square forecastle was crammed with soldiers, and the muzzles of cannon grinned out through port-holes, not only in the sides of the forecastle, but forward in the line of the galley's course, thus enabling her to keep up a continual fire on a ship right ahead. Such work as this has established a succession which has been continuous and progressive ever since. Whereon laugh not, reader, for it was the fashion of those musical, as well as valiant days up rose that noble old favorite of good Queen Bess, from cornet and sackbut, fife and drum; while Parson Jack, who had taken his stand with the musicians on the poop, worked away lustily at his violin.
Thrice the Spaniards clambered on board, and thrice surged back before that deadly hail. This account, now in the British Museum, is the first sea-story on record. And he pointed toward the shore, where between them and the now distant peaks of the Silla, three sails appeared, not five miles to windward. This discovery, thankfully, hasn't had the effect of making me rethink my purges. Avoid punctuation except as indicated below: Suffixes. Well, I've been alone with the Lord these fifteen years, so I must not whine at being alone awhile longer - 'twon't be long.
It was a move more brave than wise; for it prevented the other galley from returning to the attack without exposing herself a second time to the English broadside; and a desperate attempt of the Spaniards to board at once through the stern-ports and up the quarter was met with such a demurrer of shot and steel that they found themselves in three minutes again upon the galley's poop, accompanied, to their intense disgust, by Amyas Leigh and twenty English swords. And the two galleys converged rapidly, intending to strike him full, one on each bow. They couldn't die better, cousin Yeo. Come down, if you've a Christian heart, come down! Since the first stirrings of the imagination of man the sea has enthralled him; and since the dawn of literature he has chronicled his wanderings upon its vast bosom. It is the sincere hope of the compiler that the present collection offers undisputable evidence that the prose tradition has been fully, sustained and that the reader will find in these pages living testimony to the marvelous interest of the theme - its virility and its beauty. Francis Leigh, perhaps captive among the idolaters; and so they rose. Well done, men of Devon! America, too, contributed to this literary movement.
So all fell to; and though there was comparatively little to be done, the ship having been kept as far as could be in fighting order all night, yet there was clearing of decks, lacing of nettings, making of bulwarks, fitting of waistcloths, arming of tops, tallowing of pikes, slinging of yards, doubling of sheets and tacks. And then Amyas calls - Now, silence trumpets, waits, play up! He would go back and burn the villa. So she will, said Amyas, who had overheard; but so great is the curiosity of all hands that he has some trouble in getting the men to quarters again; indeed, they only go on condition of parting among themselves with them the newcomers, each to tell his sad and strange story. Down went the mizzen topmast, in went the stern-windows and quarter-galleries; and as the smoke cleared away, the golden flag of Spain, which the last moment flaunted above their heads, hung trailing in the water. You'm better go to your work, lads, or the big one will have the wind of us yet. Our modern sea-stories begin properly with the chronicles of the early navigators - in many of which there is an unconscious art that none of our modern masters of fiction has greatly surpassed.
As Amyas had calculated, the Spaniard would gladly enough have stood across the Rose's bows, but knowing the English readiness dare not for fear of being raked; so her only plan, if she did not intend to shoot past her foe down to leeward, was to put her head close to the wind, and wait for her on the same tack. He does though, and means to fight us, cried another. She is now within two musket-shots of the Rose, with the golden flag of Spain floating at her poop; and her trumpets are shouting defiance up the breeze, from a dozen brazen throats, which two or three answer lustily from the Rose, from whose poop flies the flag of England, and from her fore the arms of Leigh and Cary side by side, and over them the ship and bridge of the good town of Bideford. Yes, Michael Heard is there, white-headed rather from misery than age; and the embracings and questionings begin afresh. I almost tossed it to my Vinnies bundle, but started reading it last night.
And then began a fight most fierce and fell: the Spaniards, according to their fashion, attempted to board: the English, amid fierce shouts of God and the Queen! To the general reader it may seem a rather astounding fact that in Robinson Crusoe we have the first classic of this period and in Colonel Jack another classic of much the same type. The Spaniard, astonished at the quickness of the maneuver, hesitated a moment, and then tried to get about also, as his only chance; but it was too late, and while his lumbering length was still hanging in the wind's eye, Amyas's bowsprit had all but scraped his quarter, and the Rose passed slowly across his stern at ten yards' distance. And a flight of arrows from the forecastle rattled upon the galley's quarter-deck. Leave the small ordnance alone yet awhile, and we shall sink her without them. I thank the Lord, said Yeo, who has given so wise a heart to so young a general; a very David and Daniel, saving his presence, lads. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. There are three of them, you see, my masters, said he, as the crew came on deck again.
The wretches answer by a shout; and Amyas, once more safe on board again, dashes after the other galley, which has been hovering out of reach of his guns: but there is no need to trouble himself about her; sickened with what she has got, she is struggling right up wind, leaning over to one side, and seemingly ready to sink. Oxeham; and 'twas I led 'em into it. The Spaniards, ere five minutes had passed, poured en masse into the Rose's waist: but only to their destruction. He knew, and knew not why he knew, that all the ports in New Spain would never restore to him that one beloved face. She has struck, cried some, as the deafening hurrahs died away.
So they set to work to repair damages; while the liberated slaves, having shifted some of the galley's oars, pull away after their comrade; and that with such a will that in ten minutes they have caught her up, and careless of the Spaniard's fire, boarded her en masse, with yells as of a thousand wolves. Put this coat on your back, uncle, says some one. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. Who knew but what there might be English among those sun-browned, half-naked masses of panting wretches? Let him try, then, quoth Amyas. Not a bit, said Amyas.
Serve the men out a horn of ale all round, steward, and all take your time. How after Captain Hawkins, constrained by famine, had put them ashore, they wandered in misery till the Spaniards took them; how, instead of hanging them as they at first intended , the Dons fed and clothed them, and allotted them as servants to various gentlemen about Mexico, where they throve, turned their hands like true sailors to all manner of trades, and made much money; so that all went well, until the fatal year 1574, when, much against the minds of many of the Spaniards themselves, that cruel and bloody Inquisition was established for the first time in the Indies; and how from that moment their lives were one long tragedy; how they were all imprisoned for a year and a half, racked again and again, and at last adjudged to receive publicly, on Good Friday, 1575, some three hundred, some one hundred stripes, and to serve in the galleys for six or ten years each; while as the crowning atrocity of the Moloch sacrifice, three of them were burnt alive in the market-place of Mexico. Silas Staveley, smite me that boy over the head, the young monkey; why is he not down at the powder-room door? The last volley had swept the deck clear; one by one had dropped below to escape that fiery shower: and alone at the helm, grinding his teeth with rage, his mustachios curling up to his very eyes, stood the Spanish captain. Yes, he shall be well avenged. A century, however, was to elapse before the sea-tale came into its own. He's like a madman down here.