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
flat-bottomed boats which carried the oysters ashore; and here and
there, lurking among the sand-hills with his gun, you might descry
a Spanish sportsman, creeping along the shore to get a good shot at
widgeon or teal. Upon the landward side there stretched out in the
hot sun a wavy, sand-heaped shore, feathered here and there with a
palm, bending in the sea-breeze. The village, which was two or three
straggling streets of huts, built of wood and wattled branches, with
some roofs scattered here and there of tarred canvas, which sailors
call tarpaulin, supported upon stakes, boats’ masts, oars, and what
not, lay, as it were, roasting brown in the fierce glare of the
sun. A few black and stark-naked children played in the sand before
the doors, and a Spaniard or two, with their white linen jackets,
and broad straw hats, and red sashes tied round their middles, and
everlasting pipes of tobacco in their hands, would be sitting in the
shade, outside the long low hut which was the posada of the place,
drinking draughts of wine from gourds or cups made of cocoa-shells
mounted with silver, and playing cards or dice for shining dollars.
At one end of the village was a rude sort of fort, built of unhewn
stone, piled up and supported by a framework of stakes; it had no
cannon, but was loopholed for musketry, and was set all round with
sentry-boxes, in which Spanish soldiers dozed away the greater part
of the day and night. Above the ramparts or palisades, which were not
more than twelve feet high, and planted upon the roof of an inner
house, rose a flag-staff bearing the broad red and yellow banner of
Spain. In this fort, or stockade, lived the governor of the fishery,
the chief superintendent, and the captain of the convoy, when he was
ashore. All the pearls which were found were conveyed thither twice
a-day, and overseers were continually passing and repassing from the
great gate down to the opening tables, which stood in divers ranks
all round the central pit into which the oysters were flung. From
among those tables, half covered by their thin roofs of grass and
hurdles, and lined by the dusky rows of working slaves, continually
came the sharp crack of the whip, followed by a loud howl from some
poor wretch detected whispering to his neighbour, or pausing a moment
in his toil. Now and then an Indian would run hurriedly away from the
tables towards the village, that man having found and delivered up a
pearl above a certain weight, which entitled him to a holiday until
the next morning; while, again, perhaps a poor brown devil would
be walked off between a couple of the soldiers who attended at the
tables, and taken to the fort, there to be flogged to an inch of his
life for some offence given to the overseer of the board.
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