Miles Standish, the Puritan CaptainAbbott, John S. C. (John Stevens Cabot)
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Miles Standish, the Puritan Captain
Abbott, John S. C. (John Stevens Cabot)
Standish, Myles, 1584?-1656
But we are told that many gales arose so fierce, and the sea ran so
high, that for days together they could not spread an inch of canvass,
but, in nautical phrase, were compelled to scud under bare poles. In
one of these terrific storms a young man, John Howland, who ventured
upon deck, was, by the sudden lurching of the vessel and the breaking
of a wave, swept into the sea. He seemed to have been carried down
fathoms deep under the raging billows. But, providentially, he caught
hold of the topsail halyards, which happened to hang overboard. Though
they ran out to full length, still, with a death gripe, he kept his
hold until he was drawn up to the surface of the water, when, with boat
hooks and other means, he was rescued.
The first land they made was Cape Cod. But it had been their intention
to seek a settlement somewhere near the mouth of Hudson river. They
therefore tacked about and stood for the southward. But after sailing
with a fair wind for half a day, they found themselves becalmed in the
midst of dangerous shoals and wild breakers. Alarmed by the perils
which surrounded them in such unknown seas, they resolved to make their
way back and seek the protection of the cape. A gentle breeze rose in
their favor, and swept them away from the shoals before night came on.
The next morning they anchored their storm-shattered vessel in a safe
harbor at the extremity of Cape Cod.
Governor Bradford writes feelingly: “Being thus arrived in a good
harbor, and brought safe to land, they fell upon their knees and
blessed the God of Heaven, who had brought them over the vast and
furious ocean, and delivered them from all the perils and miseries
thereof, again to set their feet on the firm and stable earth, their
proper element.”
He continues in language which we slightly modernize: “But here I
cannot but stay and make a pause, and stand half amazed at this poor
people’s present condition. And so I think will the reader too, when
he well considers the same. Being thus past the vast ocean, and a sea
of troubles before in their preparation, they had now no friends to
welcome them, nor inns to entertain or refresh their weather-beaten
bodies,--no houses, or much less, towns to repair to, to seek for
succor.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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