For the Love of Lady Margaret: A Romance of the Lost ColonyWilson, William Thomas
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For the Love of Lady Margaret: A Romance of the Lost Colony
Wilson, William Thomas
Roanoke Colony -- Fiction
We were in sight of England now. A frightened fisherman, whom we had
picked up, told us that the Spaniards were upon the coast only a few
miles away. As dusk fell, a cry went up. Looking, we could perceive
through the darkness the gleam of the many lights upon the galleons of
the foe, as their ships rose and fell upon the waves. To-morrow the
English would join forces with them, and would fight such a battle as
had seldom been fought before; one upon which hung the destiny of a
great people, and which the world would gaze upon with bated breath.
A voice at my elbow startled me. Drake was leaning upon the rail near
my side.
"'Tis a noble sight," he said, pointing to the lights, "those great
ships yonder, laden with men. Many of those on board doubtless toss
to-night as they think of their homes and friends. Some of them before
to-morrow's sun sets will sleep sounder, I doubt not," and he stroked
his yellow beard as he glanced at me.
"True," I answered, "they have a hard fight before them, ere they
conquer England. Dost think they can accomplish so great a task?"
"I know not," he replied thoughtfully. "This much I will say, that
before they conquer England they must face a united people, such as
there hast not been since the time of William the Norman."
"Where lies the English fleet?" I asked. "I see naught of it, though it
must be near."
"Behind yon acclivity," he replied, pointing to the left of us, where I
could dimly see the jagged outline of the coast.
We were swiftly sailing towards that point; a few minutes passed and
we rounded the promontory. There in the still waters lay the English
squadron, their decks alive with men, lights gleaming everywhere as
the boats moved hither and thither between the vessels. The rough
commands of the officers floated out to us upon the night air; the
bustle and stir of preparation were everywhere, as ammunition was piled
upon the decks, the guns were cleaned for action, and all was gotten in
readiness to meet the foe on the morrow.
The long roll of the drum upon our ship met my ear. Drake had aroused
his men, and in a few moments our deck was as busy as any of those of
the vessels around us. Sir Francis had gotten into his boat, and pulled
out to where Lord Howard, who was in command, lay.
Our men ran to and fro upon the vessel, preparing, strengthening,
arming, putting everything in order.
Naught had been said to me, so I looked on. Yet I would put in a blow
for England to-morrow; though she spurned and disowned me, I would yet
strike for the life of the country of my fathers, that had given me
birth, and for which my ancestors had fought, bled, and died.
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