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
Behold me now, therefore, a Buccaneer on the coast of Hispaniola!
I let my beard and moustache grow, and they and my hair, which
was naturally luxuriant, mingling, I speedily looked as grim and
grisly as any of them. My comrade, Nicky, was a good man and true;
he had really felt the death of Benjamin his partner, and so had
been at first more grave and more reserved than usual. But as this
natural feeling wore away, he became truly a merry madcap, with a
jest, sometimes of the coarsest, or a lusty sea-song, or a tale of
brave privateersmen, ever in his mouth. Under his tuition, I soon
became a good shot, and learned to break up a bull or cow most
scientifically with the knife. Also I became acquainted with the
various trees and shrubs, birds and beasts of the coast. I knew how
to fell the mountain cabbage, and to roast the savoury plantain in
the hot cinders. I could bake the mealy cassava cake, and I knew how
to bore the Frank palm for the luscious sap which flows from the
wounded bark. Besides, these great forests and fair beaches teem with
infinite food. We turned the lazy turtles which we found upon the
shore, or hunted for their eggs in the hot sand. We intercepted and
roasted the land-crab in his annual journey from the mountains; we
shot the guano or yellow lizard, as he whimpered in the boughs, and
prejudice being set aside, found his flesh like that of a barn-door
fowl; while the racoon and the monkey both formed good roasts when we
tired of pork and beef. Then on every pond bred flocks of fat ducks,
and, in the season, the delicious ortolan fed amid the guinea grass.
Great hosts of pigeons built in the high trees and the rocks, and the
bright-coloured woodpeckers afforded us many a savoury dish. For the
sea, the Mosquito men kept us well supplied. Standing in the bows of
the canoe, with their barbed spears poised and ready, and their keen
eyes fixed upon the water beneath, there was hardly a fish at which
they darted their harpoons which the next moment lay not quivering
and bleeding in the bottom of the boat.
CHAPTER V.
HOW WE ENCOUNTER GREAT DANGERS, THE SPANIARDS ATTACKING US.
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