The Yellow Frigate; or, The Three SistersGrant, James
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The Yellow Frigate; or, The Three Sisters
Grant, James
Scotland -- History -- 1057-1603 -- Fiction
"The morning e'e saw mirth and glee,
In the hoary feudal tower;
Of bauld Sir Alan Mortimer,
The Lord o' Aberdour.
But dool was there, and mickle care,
When the moon began to gleam,
For elve and fay held jubilee,
Beneath her siller beam."--VEDDER.
While these events wore occurring in bonnie Dundee, Sir Andrew Wood,
intent on avenging the fall of his friend, Sir Andrew Barton, but no
way dreaming that the fate of two affectionate hearts, perhaps the
fate of two rival kingdoms, depended on his severely overhauling the
ships of Edmund Howard, was cruising with his frigates on the German
Ocean.
The two ships, in pursuit of which we left the _Yellow Frigate_ and
her consort some pages back, proved to be only large three-masted
caravels, belonging to the Prior of Pittenweem, laden with wheat and
malt for Denmark; and when hailed through the trumpet, if they had
seen aught of three English ships, their skippers answered in the
negative. This discovery proved a source of great satisfaction to
Cuddy the coxswain, who had feared that his messmate Dalquhat was
about to gain the promised reward. He took his place again in the
main-cross-trees, and had not been there long before he reported
other two sails in sight on the starboard quarter.
Barton eagerly mounted into the mizen-top. The upper sails of the
distant vessels were then visible, even to his unassisted eye, for
they shone white as snow in the light of the morning sun, which rose
in unclouded brilliance from the eastern sea; and the shore of Fife,
with the bold bluff Isle of May, were dimly mellowed in the morning
haze.
"How do they steer, Cuddie?" asked Captain Burton.
"Dead for Dunbar Harbour."
"Have they any colours flying, do'st think?"
"Nane, sir."
"One is a large three-masted ship, with her mainmast fidded at the
topcastle," said Barton, as he reached the deck; "her fore and mizen
are in one spar each, but with every rag of canvas set aloft; the
other is hull down yet, but I take her to be a small merchantman."
"It matters not," replied the admiral; "'bout ship and overhaul them."
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