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
When the hubbub was a little abated, I was asked by a dozen persons
at once what I was; whereon I recounted that having left, I did not
say escaped, from a French ship on the coast, I had travelled hither,
and on my way saw the Spaniards, and guessed their intentions. Then
I told them of the bodies I had passed hanging from trees, at which
they raised a great clamour of cursing; for these, as I had guessed,
were their comrades, who had crossed the bay to hunt the day before.
Then there was a proposal to man all the canoes, and go and attack
the Spaniards; but just as this was acceded to with a loud shout, a
light pirogue, which it seems had been fishing down the bay, ran in
with the news that the ship had weighed anchor directly her boats
returned, and made all sail to sea. On this there was a great groan
given for the cowardice of the Don, and the crowd began to disperse.
At this moment a young Englishman came up to me, and asked, with
great solicitude, if one of the Buccaneers I had seen hanging was
light haired with yellow moustaches. I replied in the affirmative;
on which, in words of strong passion and feeling, he swore that he
would bitterly revenge on the Spaniards the death of Benjamin, his
‘partner,’ as he called him, and, in short, broke out into a great
paroxysm of grief and rage. Meantime, several of the Buccaneers
offered me the hospitality of their huts, but my Englishman declared
I must go to his, as he was now alone, which the rest consenting to,
very cordially shook hands with me, and thanked me in French and
English, and then I followed my new friend along the beach to his
hut. There were a good many of these, irregularly placed, and beside
several there smouldered a slow fire, making the lights I had seen
in the bay. Over these fires there were gratings or hurdles of wood,
and on them lumps of beef, rudely cut, drying and cooking little
by little; great bales and heaps of hides lay about, the perfume
exhaling from them not being by any means pleasant, and numbers of
dogs howled and barked without ceasing. My conductor led me into a
hut built like the others, of wood and clay, and thatched with some
sort of thick leaf. The inside was lighted by a smoky lamp, showing
two beds of hide with dirty blankets, and a clumsy table. There were
shelves all round, whereon were ranged several guns, hangers, and
long Spanish knives, with fish and boar-spears, and other weapons.
Also I saw a mariner’s compass and some instruments for taking the
latitude, so that I rightly guessed my host to be a sailor as well
as a hunter. Besides these, there were strewn about, bits of net,
canvas, bullock horns, and one or two panthers’ skins were arranged
as coverlets for the beds.
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