The Golden Book of the Dutch NavigatorsVan Loon, Hendrik Willem
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The Golden Book of the Dutch Navigators
Van Loon, Hendrik Willem
Explorers -- Netherlands; Voyages and travels
The happy Hottentot still lived in the Stone Age, and these first
European traders were a veritable godsend to a people obliged to hunt
with stone arrows. The expedition did not fail to discover this, and
for a few knives and a few simple iron objects they received all the
cows and sheep they wanted. And, to our great joy, we get our first
glimpse of that most amusing and clownish of all living creatures, the
penguin. The penguin has risen in the social scale of wild birds since
he has become one of the chief attractions of the moving-pictures. In
the year 1595 he was every bit as silly and absurd an animal as he is
now, when he wanders forth to make friends with the sailors of our
South Polar expeditions. Van der Does hardly knew what to make of this
strange creature which has wings, yet cannot fly, and whose feathers
look like the smooth skin of a seal. Strangest of all, this wild animal
was found to be so tame that the sailors had to box their ears before
they could force a narrow path through the dense crowds of excited
birds.
On the eleventh of August the ships left the safe harbor. Their
original plan had been to cross the Indian Ocean from this point and
to make directly for the Indian islands, but there had been so much
illness among the crew that the plan had to be given up. They decided
to call at Madagascar first of all. There they hoped to find an
abundance of fresh fruit and to spend some weeks in which to allow the
sick people to recover completely before they ventured, into the actual
domains of the Portuguese.
Unfortunately, the navigating methods of that day were still very
primitive. A profound trust in the Lord made up for a lack of knowledge
of the compass. The good Lord in his infinite mercy usually guided
the ship until it reached some shore or other. Then the navigator set
to work and wormed his way either upward or downward until at last he
struck the spot which he had been trying to reach all the time and
thanked divine Providence for his luck. The particular bay renowned
for its fresh water and vegetables, that the expedition hoped to reach
was situated on the east coast of Madagascar, but a small gale blew
the ships to the westward. They could not reach the southern cape, and
they were forced to take whatever the western coast could provide.
That was little enough. There was an abundance of wild natives. Upon
one occasion the natives caught a landing party and stripped them of
all their arms and clothes before they allowed them to return to their
ships. But there were no wild fruit-trees, and upon these now depended
the lives of the members of the expedition.
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