Under the Southern Cross : $b A tale of the New WorldAlcock, Deborah
History
Under the Southern Cross : $b A tale of the New World
Alcock, Deborah
Peru -- History -- 1548-1820 -- Fiction
By the time that José, not without difficulty, climbed the ladder and
stood on the deck, the English had already driven back their assailants,
and pursued them on board the galley—roused to tenfold fury by their
captain’s hint that an Englishman was chained to one of its oars. Eagerly
did José gaze at the _San Cristofero_, but to his unpractised eye it
presented nothing save hideous and bewildering confusion. Those uncouth
figures, roughly clad, simply armed, swarmed all over it, with strong
cutlasses in their hands, hewing, smiting, struggling, in fierce conflict
with the stately, well-appointed Spanish soldiers.
But anon something happened that even José understood full well. The
first care of the English, on boarding the galley, had been to supply
the slaves with the means of freeing themselves from their fetters. Now
the work was accomplished, and with one fierce yell the gaunt figures
arose, each from his place, and sprang upon their hated tyrants like
blood-hounds on their prey. The vengeance of years was in every blow
they struck. José distinctly saw the quatrero—the captain of Walter’s
oar—seize the commissary, and after a moment’s desperate struggle, whirl
him round and fling him over the galley’s side into the seething depths
beneath. Then he saw the young sailor who had been his own guide on board
the English ship stand for one moment face to face with Walter Grey—then
put his arm round him, guard him through the _mêlée_, and lead him to the
spot where the captain was.
But what followed utterly baffled José’s comprehension. It was not until
afterwards that he learned that the soldiers of the _San Cristofero_,
now attacked at once by two terrible enemies, feared their own slaves
more than the English, and were glad to yield to the latter, and to be
taken on board their vessel as prisoners of war. That done, the liberated
slaves, who were now the masters of the galley, returned once more
to their oars and rowed away, free to go whithersoever they pleased,
provided only they came not within the shadow of the yellow flag of Spain.
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