The Buccaneer Chief: A Romance of the Spanish MainAimard, Gustave
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The Buccaneer Chief: A Romance of the Spanish Main
Aimard, Gustave
Buccaneers -- Fiction
"Speak, Montbarts," William Drake answered in the name of all; "you,
whom the gavachos have surnamed the Exterminator, a name I envy you,
brother, for you can only wish the good of filibustering."
"That is the very subject," Montbarts answered.
"I was sure of it, brother. Speak, we will listen to you religiously."
They prepared to listen attentively. All these energetic men, who
recognised no laws but those themselves had made, knew not what envy
was, and were ready to discuss with the most entire good faith the
proposals which they foresaw Montbarts desired to make to them.
The latter reflected for a moment, and then spoke in a gentle voice,
whose sympathetic accent soon captivated his audience.
"Brothers," he said, "I will be brief, for you are picked men, with
warm hearts and firm hands, with whom a long speech is not only
useless, but also ridiculous Since my arrival at St. Kitts, I have
been studying filibustering, its life, manners, and aspirations, and
I have recognised with sorrow that the results do not justify its
efforts. What are we doing? Nothing, or almost nothing. In spite of our
indomitable courage, the Spaniards laugh at us; too weak, owing to
our isolation, to inflict serious losses on them, we expend our energy
in vain; we shed our blood, to take from them a few wretched vessels.
It is not thus that matters ought to go on; this is not the vengeance
which each of us dreamed of. What is the cause of our relative weakness
toward our formidable enemy? The isolation, to which I alluded just
now, and which will forever paralyze our efforts."
"That is true," Red Stocking muttered.
"But how can we alter it?" David asked.
"Alas!" William Drake added, "The remedy is unfortunately impossible."
"We are adventurers merely, and not a power," said Belle Tête.
Montbarts smiled--that pale, peculiar smile of his, which turned the
heart cold.
"You are mistaken, brothers," he said, "the remedy is found; if we
like, we shall soon be a power."
"Speak, speak, brother," all the adventurers exclaimed, springing up.
"This is my plan, brothers," he continued; "we are here twelve, of all
nations, but with one heart; the flower of filibusterism, I declare
loudly; without fear of contradiction, for each of us has furnished
proofs of it, and what proofs! Well, let us join and form a family;
from our share of the prizes let us set aside a sum intended to form
the common treasury, and while remaining at liberty to organize private
expeditions, let us swear never to injure or thwart one another, to
offer mutual help when needed, to labour with all our power to the
ruin of Spain, and while keeping our association secret from our
comrades and brothers, to combine our forces when the moment arrives to
crush our implacable enemy at one blow. Such, brothers, is the first
proposal I have to make to you. I await your answer."
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