Virginia -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
But where was the Spaniard? On the river, hugging the shore, were many
small craft, barges, shallops, sloops, and pinnaces, and beyond them the
masts of the Truelove, the Due Return, and the Tiger, then in port; on
these three, of which the largest, the Due Return, was of but eighty
tons burthen, the mariners were running about and the masters bawling
orders. But there was no other ship, no bark, galleon, or man-of-war,
with three tiers of grinning ordnance, and the hated yellow flag
flaunting above.
I sprang from my horse, and, leaving it and Mistress Percy in Sparrow's
charge, hastened up to the fort. As I passed through the palisade I
heard my name called, and turning waited for Master Pory to come up. He
was panting and puffing, his jovial face very red.
“I was across the neck of land when I heard the news,” he said. “I ran
all the way, and am somewhat scant of breath. Here's the devil to pay!”
“It looks another mare's-nest,” I replied. “We have cried 'Spaniard!'
pretty often.”
“But this time the wolf's here,” he answered. “Davies sent a horseman at
a gallop from Algernon with the tidings. He passed the ship, and it was
a very great one. We may thank this dead calm that it did not catch us
unawares.”
Within the palisade was noise enough, but more order than without. On
the half-moons commanding the river, gunners were busy about our sakers,
falcons, and three culverins. In one place, West, the commander, was
giving out brigandines, jacks, skulls, muskets, halberds, swords, and
longbows; in another, his wife, who was a very Mary Ambree, supervised
the boiling of a great caldron of pitch. Each loophole in palisade and
fort had already its marksman. Through the west port came a horde of
reluctant invaders,--cattle, swine, and poultry,--driven in by yelling
boys.
I made my way through the press to where I saw the Governor, surrounded
by Councilors and Burgesses, sitting on a keg of powder, and issuing
orders at the top of his voice. “Ha, Captain Percy!” he cried, as I came
up. “You are in good time, man! You've served your apprenticeship at the
wars. You must teach us how to beat the dons.”
“To Englishmen, that comes by nature, sir,” I said. “Art sure we are to
have the pleasure?”
“Not a doubt of it this time,” he answered. “The ship slipped in past
the Point last night. Davies signaled her to stop, and then sent a ball
over her; but she kept on. True, it was too dark to make out much; but
if she were friendly, why did she not stop for castle duties? Moreover,
they say she was of at least five hundred tons, and no ship of that size
hath ever visited these waters. There was no wind, and they sent a man
on at once, hoping to outstrip the enemy and warn us. The man changed
horses at Basse's Choice, and passed the ship about dawn. All he could
tell for the mist was that it was a very great ship, with three tiers of
guns.”
“The flag?”
“She carried none.”
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