The Lost ContinentHyne, Charles John Cutcliffe Wright
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The Lost Continent
Hyne, Charles John Cutcliffe Wright
Atlantis (Legendary place) -- Fiction; Fantasy fiction; Lost continents -- Fiction; Science fiction
“Greeting, my lord,” said he, “but I’d have been pleased to see you
earlier. We’ve small enough force and slow enough heels in this vessel,
and it’s my idea that the sooner we’re away from here and beyond range
of pursuit, the safer it will be for my woman and brats who are in that
hutch of an after-castle. It’s long enough since I sailed in such a
small old-fashioned ship as this. She’s no machines, and she’s not even
a steering mannikin. Look at the meanness of her furniture and (in your
ear) I’ve suspicions that there’s rottenness in her bottom. But she’s
the best I’d the means to buy, and if she reaches the place at the
farther end I’ve got my eye on, we shall have to make a home there, or
be content to die, for she’ll never have strength to carry us farther
or back. She’s been a ship in the Egypt trade, and you know what that is
for getting worm and rot in the wood.”
“You’d enough hands for your scheme before I came?”
“Oh yes. I’ve fifty stout lads and eight women packed in the ship
somehow, and trouble enough I’ve had to get them away from the city.
That thief of a port-captain wellnigh skinned us clean before he could
see it lawful that so many useful fighting men might go out of harbour.
Times are not what they were, I tell you, and the sea trade’s about
done. All sailor men of any skill have taken a woman or two and gone
out in companies to try their fortunes in other lands. Why, I’d trouble
enough to get half a score to help me work this ship. All my balance are
just landsmen raw and simple, and if I land half of them alive at the
other end, we shall be doing well.”
“Still with luck and a few good winds it should not take long to get
across to Europe.”
Tob slapped his leg. “No savage Europe for me, my lord. Now, see the
advantage of being a mariner. I found once some islands to the north
of Europe, separated from the main by a strait, which I called the Tin
Islands, seeing that tin ore litters many of the beaches. I was driven
there by storm, and said no word of the find when I got back, and here
you see it comes in useful. There’s no one in all Atlantis but me knows
of those Tin Islands to-day, and we’ll go and fight honestly for our
ground, and build a town and a kingdom on it.”
“With Tob for king?”
“Well, I have figured it out as such for many a day, but I know when I
meet my better, and I’m content to serve under Deucalion. My lord would
have done wiser to have brought a wife with him, though, and I thought
it was understood by the good lady that spoke to me down at the harbour,
or I’d have mentioned it earlier. The savages in my Tin Islands go naked
and stain themselves blue with woad, and are very filthy and brutish to
look upon. They are sturdy, and should make good slaves, but one would
have to get blunted in the taste before one could wish to be father to
their children.”
“I am still husband to Phorenice.”
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