Roger the Bold: A Tale of the Conquest of Mexico — John Shaqi
Roger the Bold: A Tale of the Conquest of MexicoBrereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
History
Roger the Bold: A Tale of the Conquest of Mexico
Brereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Juvenile fiction
"We have given them a taste of what is to follow," said one of the men,
beckoning to Roger. "But I warrant that but for our giant's help we
should not be so comfortable to-night. 'Tis not the pleasantest feeling
to know that cannon, and large cannon, too, comrades, are firing at one.
One ducks the head perhaps when on deck; but here below, when a chance
shot may find its way in all unexpected, and then the blow will be
followed by a deluge of water, and perhaps by the sinking of the vessel,
why then----"
"It is somewhat distasteful to feel that one must be drowned in a cage,
that one must go to the bottom of this ocean as surely as a dog would
with a stone about his neck; that is, if the ocean has a bottom, which I
doubt."
They took for a moment or two to the discussion of this problem,
mentioning many superstitions; for the men of that day were uneducated,
and vastly superstitious. They even imagined that once they had crossed
the horizon and sailed over the other side they would be unable to
return; and it was this thought which had been almost the ruin of
Columbus's voyage. However, at length they returned to Roger.
"We were saying that shot are not pleasant at any time, and particularly
down here," said the first speaker; "and I was about to tell all who may
not have known it that this giant of ours is to be thanked specially for
that. Mayhap all know now that it was he who suggested that the masts of
the galleon should be cut, and he and this young fellow here carried out
the work. Truly, you deserve some recognition."
"Which he already has received," burst in Philip, "and right well he
merits it, for it was his shaft which threw the steersman of the galleon
out and enabled us to come alongside. He is a lieutenant now, and will
command an expedition one of these days."
"Come, come! All this chatter is not help," burst in the surgeon. "Here
are strips of coarse linen, and here a pot of hot oil. Now we will see
to those who have as yet had no attention. I will examine their wounds,
and then do you and your friend apply the dressings. Already I have seen
that severe bleeding has been stopped, so that there will be no great
difficulty."
He beckoned Roger and Philip to follow him, and led the way along the
row of wounded men. Our hero then noticed that all had received some
attention, those whose wounds were deep and severe having a tourniquet
or a bandage tied tightly about the limb. The surgeon awoke the first
they came to, for the poor fellow had fallen asleep, and quickly
exposed the wound. It was in the shoulder, and was a clean cut,
evidently the work of a sword, and had penetrated to the bone.
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