Leonard Lindsay ; $b or, the story of a buccaneer — John Shaqi
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
garments, as though they had been soaked in blood, and never cleaned
or scoured. But then I called to mind what Wright had told me of the
hunting dresses of the Buccaneers, and how they took a sort of pride
in being disorderly and neglectful of their attire, never washing it
from the blood-stains which their occupation plenteously bedaubs them
with. The hair and beards of these men were long and matted, and they
wore buskins of untanned hide. I looked attentively, but could see no
gun or weapon, and the whole matter was a mystery to me. However, it
was not a pleasant locality to linger in, so I continued my way, and
presently saw a fine wooded bay, with winding shores, lying beneath
me, the forest sometimes reaching into the very surf, but in other
places leaving beaches of sand, carpeted as it were with a sort of
creeping grass of the kind, as I afterwards heard, called Bahama.
Along this bay I skirted, often stopping to look keenly about. At
length I saw a boat or canoe, pulled by several persons, paddling
across the smooth surface; and observing it disappear beyond a
green headland on the opposite side of the bay, my attention was
directed thither, and presently I noticed several columns of thin
blue smoke rising up above the trees at that very point. I was still
gazing at them when the sound of voices smote my ear distinctly,
and I had scarce time to conceal myself among the thick brushwood,
when near a score of men, some of whom wore gold-laced doublets and
seemed officers, came scrambling down towards the water from a point
higher up the bay than I had attained. I saw at a glance that they
were not Englishmen, being much too swarthy; and as they passed at
no great distance, and talked and laughed loudly, I perceived that
their language was Spanish, the sound and accent whereof I knew
very well. All these men were armed, each with a great bell-mouthed
short-barrelled gun, but I observed that three carried, each of them,
in addition, a musket of quite another shape. Seeing that they were
Spaniards, I was in mortal dread that they might have bloodhounds
with them, fiercer even than the wild dogs I had seen, and I drew
my strong clasp-knife, determined that, at least, there should be a
weasen or so cut before I was worried. Happily, however, the party
had no dogs whatever. I held my breath as they were passing, but
what was my consternation when the whole body stopped not ten paces
from me, while one pointed out to the others the smoke on the other
side of the bay. At this, two or three other of the fellows made
gestures, by jerking their heads aside and pointing to their necks,
as though there were halters round them, and then all laughed. But
he who seemed the principal officer restrained them, and taking out a
pocket compass, appeared to set, as mariners call it, the direction
in which the smoke appeared. Then they all went on together, I
cautiously following at a very respectful distance. Their course was
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