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
with bright green brushwood, with here and there one of the long
feathery palm-trees standing up like a steeple over houses. Not many
paces in front ran a long fringe, as it were, of waving trees and
bushes, marking the extreme edge of the cliff, which sank into the
ocean; while beyond this there stretched out the great blue expanse
of the sea, speckled here and there with white, as the waves broke,
but sailless, and as lonely as the land. The great mountains which
we had seen from on board were here invisible, and even the ridges
around, as I gazed on them, seemed to move and quiver in the great
heat. Notwithstanding pretty humming-birds, less than Jenny Wrens,
fluttered about, and there was a mighty chattering, as of armies of
parrots and parroquets, which whooped and called to each other from
grove to grove.
At first, I felt a kind of sinking at being alone in this great
wilderness, but plucking up courage, I set off to trudge along the
coast to the eastward. The journey was toilsome in the extreme, for
the stunted shrubs were tangled so, that I was ofttimes compelled
to cut a passage with my clasp-knife, and the heat made my temples
throb and ache strangely. At length, seeing great trees of prodigious
size, the skirts of a forest, on my right hand, I made for them, and
entering their shade, found better walking, for here was a canopy
of leaves which warded off the sun, and also prevented the growth
of underwood, the ground being clear, and the air cool, between the
vast trunks of these glorious trees. However, I kept upon the edge
of the wood, for fear of losing myself, not designing to stray far
from the sea. Having marched thus near two hours, I heard a noise,
which, as I came nearer, I took to be the yellings of wild animals;
so that, somewhat startled, I looked to the priming of my gun, and
also gazed around for a tree into which it might be convenient to
climb. Meantime, the tumult came nearer, and I imagined it to be of
dogs, yet it was rather a savage yelping than the deep bay of hounds.
Next I heard a great crashing of branches on the edge of the wood,
and making my way there, and mounting a tree, I speedily saw a huge
wild boar, as I judged, with great tusks, and his jaws covered with
flakes of foam, closely chased by a pack of dogs. These latter were
fawn-coloured, with black muzzles; their legs were short, but very
brawny; and as I heard no sound or shout of hunters, I concluded,
with reason, that the pack before me were descendants of those
ferocious bloodhounds brought by the Spaniards into Hispaniola, and
other islands, to hunt down the inoffensive Indians, and which, being
deserted by their masters, ran wild and multiplied, so that flocks of
them assemble, and hunt the cattle and boars for their own support.
Meantime, however, the quarry had turned to bay underneath a tree
not far from me, and the dogs stood round in a semicircle, yelping
at him. At length, one bolder than the rest made a spring, and drove
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