Betty Alden: The first-born daughter of the PilgrimsAustin, Jane G. (Jane Goodwin)
History
Betty Alden: The first-born daughter of the Pilgrims
Austin, Jane G. (Jane Goodwin)
United States -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
But arrived within hailing distance, Gallop perceived the deck of
the pinnace to be crowded with savages, who, so far from returning
his hail, at once dropped their occupation of loading another canoe,
and proceeded to make sail in so clumsy a fashion that the pilot’s
fears of the pinnace having been seized by Indians were reduced to
certainty, and putting his own bark before the wind blowing off the
land he pursued the captured craft, now driving wildly toward the
Narragansett shore. Bringing up the two guns and two pistols comprising
his entire armament, Gallop charged them with the duckshot he had
brought along for purposes of sport, and so soon as they came within
range began firing with no farther formalities into the dense throng of
Indians, who on their part stood armed with guns, pikes, and swords,
and as Gallop’s bark drew near fired a scattering volley, happily of
no effect; and then, as the incessant rain of duckshot--for the two
boys loaded as fast as their father fired--became intolerable, they
all fled below hatches, leaving the vessel to drift as she would.
Seeing this, the pilot hit upon a new method of attack, and standing
off a little he set his craft dead before the wind, now blowing half
a gale, and coming down with full force upon the pinnace “stemmed her
upon the quarter,” as Winthrop has it, “and almost overset her. This
so frighted the Indians that five or six ran on deck, and leaping
overboard were drowned.” Encouraged by this beginning, the pilot
repeated his manœuvre, only this time so fitting his anchor to the heel
of his bowsprit as to make a very good imitation of an iron-clad ram;
then again striking the pinnace he crushed in her forward bulwarks, and
sticking fast, began pouring in charges of his heaviest shot at such
short range that they penetrated decks and sheathing, and reached the
pirates skulking below. Finding that they refused to be driven out, and
his two guns growing too warm to work, Gallop disengaged his anchor
and again stood off; but this was enough, and five more Indians rushed
up and threw themselves into the sea, preferring a death they well
understood, to the tender mercies of a man who fought in such unknown
fashions.
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