Leonard Lindsay ; $b or, the story of a buccaneerReach, Angus B. (Angus Bethune)
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Leonard Lindsay ; $b or, the story of a buccaneer
Reach, Angus B. (Angus Bethune)
Buccaneers -- Fiction; Historical fiction
I soon discovered that my Englishman’s appellation, by which he
was known, was Richard Wright, although that was not, indeed, as I
afterwards found, his proper name. The crew were now reasonably kind
to me, and the more so because Wright, whom they seemed to respect,
took me in some sort under his protection, and upon the whole I found
myself not ill off. The Captain mixed very familiarly with the men,
as is common on board of privateers, and sometimes he would recite
to them tales of the cruelties of the Spaniards to the Indians; how
in Hispaniola the numbers of these latter were reduced in fifteen
years from a million to sixty thousand; how the Spaniards worked
them to a miserable death in the gold mines, or hunted them with
blood-hounds through the mountains, feeding the dogs only upon the
victims’ flesh; how the Spaniards would often kill these miserable
people for mere diversion, or for wagers, or to keep their hands
in, as they called it; and how many of these white savages had made
a vow—ay, and kept it—that, for a certain time, they would destroy
thirteen Indians every morning before breakfast, in honour of our
Saviour and the twelve apostles! With such relations, and all of them
I believe to be true, would Montbars seek to stir up the deadly wrath
of the ship’s company against the Spaniards. But, in truth, this was
a flame which required but little fanning, it being my opinion that
had the Spaniards behaved like angels rather than demons, still the
great body of ordinary Buccaneers would be content to treat them
as the latter, so long as they possessed fair towns and rich mines
ashore, and many treasure-ships and galleons at sea. Notwithstanding,
however, it must be confessed that there never being a nation more
proud, cruel, and arrogant than these Spanish—at least, in all that
refers to their American dominions—so there never was a people more
justly to be despoiled of their ill-gotten gains.
But these are considerations apart from my narrative. Our voyage was
reasonably prosperous, the west wind having soon given place to more
favourable breezes, and at length, but not until after many teasing
calms, which delayed our progress, the first welcome farmings of
the trade wind caught our sails, and we glided swiftly towards the
setting sun, over the great heaving ocean swells and undulations,
from whose shining sides flying fishes would leap briskly forth, and
within which, the water being wondrously clear, we usually saw, on
looking over the low bulwarks of the bark, swift dolphins, which swam
round and round us, even when our ship was sailing three leagues an
hour, and many smaller fishes, one individual of which, called by
sailors a bonetta, about a foot long and of a reddish colour, swam
for three days and three nights just before our cutwater, so that the
men began, as it were, to know that fish, and used to feed it with
crumbs from the end of the bowsprit.
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