Stories of Elizabethan heroes : $b Stirring records of the intrepid bravery and boundless resource of the men of Queen Elizabeth's reignGilliat, Edward
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Stories of Elizabethan heroes : $b Stirring records of the intrepid bravery and boundless resource of the men of Queen Elizabeth's reign
Gilliat, Edward
Great Britain -- Biography; Great Britain -- History -- Elizabeth, 1558-1603
In their explorations they thought they saw much gold ore, and
entered some houses built two fathoms under ground, round like ovens,
and strengthened above ground by bones of whales, for lack of timber.
The men were of the colour of a ripe olive, very active and nimble,
clad in sealskins and hides of bear, deer, and fox. They loved
music, could keep time to any tune that was sung to them, and could
soon sing aptly any tune they heard. They were excellent marksmen,
and when they shot at a fish they used to tie a bladder to the arrow,
which, by buoying the dart, at length wearied out and killed the
fish. All they had to burn was heath and moss, and they kindled a
fire by fretting one stick against another.
"The women carry their sucking children at their backs and do feed
them with raw flesh, which first they do a little chew in their own
mouths." They believed in magic and said prayers to stones in order
to cure a headache, and would lie on the ground face downwards, and
by groans do obeisance to the foul fiend.
Once the English had a desperate fight with natives, who would never
give in, but if mortally wounded, despairing of mercy, would leap
headlong off the rocks into the sea, lest they should be eaten. In
this fight in York Sound two women were caught; one being old was
taken by the sailors for a witch, so they plucked off her buskins to
see if she were cloven-footed! She was not; and the poor thing, for
her ugly hue and deformity, was let go. The other was young and
encumbered with a young child. As she was hiding behind some rocks,
she was taken for a man and shot through the hair of her head; her
child's arm too was pierced by an arrow. When brought to the surgeon
she cried out, and the surgeon with kind intent applied salves to the
baby's arm. But the mother plucked the salves away, and by constant
licking of her tongue healed the wound.
By the middle of August Frobisher had loaded his ships with some two
hundred tons of mineral, and as cold weather was coming he decided to
return. So lighting a bonfire in the Countess of Warwick's Island,
and all marching round it with blare of trumpets and echo of guns,
they said good-bye to the "Meta Incognita" for this year, 1577.
The _Aid_ arrived at Milford Haven on September 23rd and proceeded to
Bristol, when they learnt that the _Gabriel_ had already arrived, and
that the _Michael_ had sailed safely to Yarmouth.
Frobisher was invited to Windsor and there heartily thanked by the
Queen. "Two hundred tons of gold ore you have brought, Master
Frobisher? and pray, where shall this treasure be stored? That asks
some considering."
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