Hildebrand; or, The Days of Queen Elizabeth, An Historic Romance, Vol. 1 of 3Anonymous
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Hildebrand; or, The Days of Queen Elizabeth, An Historic Romance, Vol. 1 of 3
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Great Britain -- History -- Elizabeth, 1558-1603 -- Fiction
“Indeed, ’twould be to my disadvantage just now, noble Sir, that
he should know I am thy poor friend,” said Hildebrand.
“It might, it might!” observed Sir Walter. “Have no doubt of my
secresy. Farewell, and God keep thee, my friend!”
“Farewell! farewell!” said Hildebrand.
They shook hands again, and, this done, Sir Walter and his
friends, without further observation, descended to their boat.
All the other strangers had departed before, and none but her
proper crew remained on board the “Eliza.”
Once parted from his friends, Hildebrand stepped quickly
across the deck, and mounted to the poop. Glancing forward,
he perceived that the white sails were all loosened, and were
beginning to expand to the wind: the men were scattered in
groups, in different parts of the ship; and every eye, from
Master Halyard’s downwards, was turned wistfully on him. As he
observed the general attention, Hildebrand doffed his plumed hat,
and raised it gaily in the air.
“One cheer for merry England!” he exclaimed.
There was a dead pause for a moment: then the welkin rang with a
hearty hurrah!
CHAPTER VI.
Six weeks elapsed before the good ship “Eliza” again made the
land. Then the heights of Maryland rose to the view, and on the
following morning, at an early hour, she made Cape Fear. Passing
Virginia, she sailed slowly along the coast of Carolina, and at
last, after a very fair passage, came to an anchor at Roanoke.
Roanoke island, a little to the south of Albemarle Sound, and
somewhat further south of Dismal Swamp, was Sir Walter Raleigh’s
plantation, and the first of the British settlements in North
America. It had been established several years, but was,
nevertheless, yet in its infancy, and the arrival of a ship from
dear old England naturally excited in the colony the liveliest
sensation. Long and long before she came to an anchor, and while
she was yet far in the offing, every human creature in Roanoke
had made her the subject of their every thought, and conjecture
had deemed no point in her appearance too small for the exercise
of its powers. Boats put off to meet her miles out, and, as she
neared the island, a whole fleet of this craft, comprising every
class of galley and canoe, hovered round her, and, though no one
was allowed to come on board, all the news from England was known
in every boat before the ship anchored.
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