Rob of the Bowl: A Legend of St. Inigoe's. Vol. 1 (of 2)Kennedy, John Pendleton
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Rob of the Bowl: A Legend of St. Inigoe's. Vol. 1 (of 2)
Kennedy, John Pendleton
Maryland -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
Such was the school in which Cocklescraft received the rudiments of his
education. These harsher traits of his character, however, it is but
justice to say, were, in some degree, mitigated by a tolerably fair
amount of scholastic accomplishment, picked up in the intervals of his
busy life amongst the scant teaching afforded by the islands, of which
the protection and care of his patron enabled him to profit. To this
was added no mean skill in music, dancing, and the use of his weapon;
whilst a certain enthusiasm of temperament stimulated his courage and
even whetted the fierceness of his nature.
Morgan, having run his career, returned to England, a man of wealth,
and was knighted by the monarch, in one of those profligate revels by
which Charles disgraced his kingly state; the page was, in consequence,
turned adrift upon the world, as it is usual to say of heroes, "with no
fortune but his talents, and no friend but his sword." Riot soon
exhausted his stock of plunder, and the prodigal licentiousness of "The
Brethren of the Coast," forbade the gathering of a future hoard. About
this date the European powers began to deal more resolutely with the
banditti of the islands, and their trade consequently became more
precarious. They were compelled, in pursuit of new fields for robbery,
to cross the isthmus and try their fortunes on the coast of the
Pacific--whither Cocklescraft followed and reaped his harvest in the
ravage of Peru: but in turn, the Brethren found themselves tracked into
these remoter seas, and our adventurer was fain, with many of his
comrades, to find his way back to the coves and secret harbours of
Tortuga and the Keys, whence he contrived to eke out a scant
subsistence, by an occasional stoop upon such defenceless wanderers of
the ocean as chance threw within his grasp. The Olive Branch was a
beautiful light vessel, which, in one of his sea-forays, he had wrested
from a luckless merchant; and this acquisition suggested to him the
thought that, with such necessary alterations as should disguise her
figure and equipment, he might drive a more secure, and, perchance,
more profitable trade between the Atlantic colonies and the old
countries; so, with a mongrel crew of trusty cutthroats, carefully
selected from the companions of his former fortunes, and a secret
armament well bestowed for sudden emergency, he set himself up for an
occasional trader between the Chesapeake and the coast of Holland. A
lucky acquaintance with the Cripple of St. Jerome's gave him a useful
ally in his vocation as a smuggler; the fisherman's hut, long believed
to be the haunt of evil spirits, admirably favoured his design, and
under the management of Rob, soon became a spot of peculiar desecration
in popular report; and thus, in no long space of time, the gay,
swashing cavalier, master of the Olive Branch, began to find good
account in his change of character from the Flibustier of the Keys into
that of smuggler and trader of the Chesapeake.
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