<h3> CHAPTER XVII </h3>
<p>Our wind held so fair and steady at north-east that on
the ninth day we sighted Porto Santo in the Madeiras,
and two days later the Canaries. So persuaded was
our captain of a very good passage, and so earnest to
give the Spaniards no inkling of our purpose, that he
would not touch for water, but held on without once
dropping anchor or striking sail till the thirty-fifth
day.</p>
<p>In spite of the terrible shock my sudden meeting
with Harry had given to my spirits, and in spite of
my despair at being condemned to face my shame and
sorrow for I knew not how many months, I could not
but feel a calm grow over me as we proceeded. None can
tell, save he who has tried it, what it is to a perturbed
spirit to sail on day after day over those sunny seas
with all the magic of the West before. Less and less I
brooded over the old life, and more and more on the
glory of the new, till, as Frank had said, the past
seemed to grow small, and a faint hope arose in me that
my crime was not too great for pardon, seeing that I
knew how hard my brother would try to forgive.</p>
<p>I employed myself in studying navigation and the
Spanish tongue with Frank, nor were ship duties wanting,
for it was ever our captain's way to have the gentlemen
tally on a rope as well as the meanest mariner
when need was.</p>
<p>He hated nothing so much as idleness, and those
who had no work had always to find play, which he
himself was not slow in furnishing.</p>
<p>'I know nothing,' he used to say, 'that breeds discontent
and faint hearts like the union of these two,
dullness and idleness.'</p>
<p>So with games, and music, and rummaging and
cleaning arms, our spirits were kept up when they
were like to sink for want of work. Frank was very
earnest about this on our present voyage, for as we
neared the Indies the hands, being young, began to
frighten themselves with tales of the great strength and
richness of the Indian cities, until, had it not been for
Frank's care in stopping and preventing such idle talk
with other inducements, they would have come to think
Nombre de Dios as big as London and as strong as
Berwick.</p>
<p>Nor were we allowed to lose sight of the godly purpose
of our enterprise. Prayers were ordered every day
night and morning, which our captain read very
earnestly, never forgetting a prayer to God for the
Queen's Majesty, her most honourable council, and the
speedy 'making' of our voyage, the same having a very
good effect, for the half at least of the crew were as
good Puritans as himself.</p>
<p>Thus it was in a very hopeful and godly state that,
on the evening of the thirty-fifth day we saw the Isle
of Guadeloupe towering on the horizon like a priceless
jewel in the setting sun. With all our music and many
a gay flourish of our trumpets we saluted it, and that
night as we lay a-hull our musicians gave us a double
portion of melody.</p>
<p>With the first morning light we ran in and anchored
off a little rocky island three leagues off Dominica,
where we lay three days to refresh our men. And here
we landed and wandered at will, to taste for the first
time the surpassing loveliness of the tropics.</p>
<p>How shall I tell of those first days in the Indies?
My pen seems a dumb dead thing when I think of
it. Much as I had thought, and dreamed, and read of
them, this waking, this seeing was far beyond all. On
either hand the heights of Guadeloupe and Dominica
towered serenely out of their soft beds of lustrous green.
The glittering waters between were studded with island
gems ablaze with every bright hue which God has made,
that we may taste the glory which is to come. All
about us was the hum of bright flies, the sparkle of
feather and gorgeous flowers, and the rustle of the
scented air through the crowded canes as it passed on
to wave with dreamy motion the heavy crowns of the
slender palms. And over all, with faint and soothing
voice, there came in through the dense growth of vine
and brake the deep-toned booming of the surf.</p>
<p>Such is the pale shadow that I have power to paint
of the banquet on which our souls feasted as we lay in
the deserted huts which the Indians, who came there
to fish, had built. So rich and heavenly was that world
that I could not wonder how men were led on to think
that a little farther, only a little farther, must be a land
where gold and gems would be as the sand and pebbles
here, nay, where beyond some glittering hill they would
see the open gates of Paradise.</p>
<p>Not only by the memory of all that beauty does the
time live in my mind, but also because it was here I
first had real speech with my wronged brother. As we
lay in those Dryad's bowers our sorrow seemed so far
away and little in this New World, so dim beside its
dazzling glory, that it was for a time half forgotten
amidst the thousand new things that crowded our
thoughts. Like two Sileni we lay, as Mr. Oxenham
had said, in the arms of lady Nature, and all that was
sad melted in the glow of her luxuriant life.</p>
<p>We had no spirit for the revels of our comrades, for
chasing the bright-hued birds, or plucking the gleaming
flowers. We were both happier to lie looking over the
sea where our dainty ships rocked, and dreamily talk
over Harry's Italianate notions that rose unbidden here.
Being to me now of undreamed-of interest, since my old
faith was gone, they were a subject we could talk on
more as we used to do.</p>
<p>'Surely,' I remember him saying, 'surely that
Italian friar was right who told me that the soul was
not in the body. Can you not feel here, Jasper, how
great a thing it is? Can you not feel how there is
something that binds you like a brother to all this
music of bird and leaf and air and sea? What can it
be but the great soul of the universe. That is it, and
the friar was right. It is that great soul which is not
in our bodies, rather are our bodies in the soul—the
soul that is yours and mine and hers and God's.'</p>
<p>So would our speech always come back to our sorrow
and part us again. Yet were we too drunken with the
western wine to feel the past too deeply. Thus, then,
once or twice during our stay there we had speech of
these things, and I began to hope still more that some
day we might be the same again together, and, moreover,
to feel that I was beginning to understand what
it was he thought of the great universal secret.</p>
<p>On the third day after our coming to the island we
sailed again, greatly refreshed, and in two days more we
had sight of Tierra-Firme, being the high land above
Santa Marta, but came not near the shore, that we
might not be seen. So without sight of Carthagena
we passed on, till on the 12th of July we dropped
anchor off the haven whither we were bound.</p>
<p>It was a spot our captain had noted on his voyage
the last year, not only as being sheltered by two high
points from the winds and a very commodious harbour,
but also because no Spaniard had any dwelling between
this place and Santiago de Tolu on the one hand and
Nombre de Dios on the other, the nearest being at least
thirty-five leagues distant. Moreover, there was an
abundance of food there, both fish in the sea and fowls
in the woods around, the most plentiful being certain
birds like to our pheasants, which the Spaniards in
those regions call guans and curassows. It was by
reason of the great store of these delicate fowls that our
captain named the place Port Pheasant.</p>
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Overhung with a dense growth of trees.—p. 239</p>
<p>It must be remembered we had our three pinnaces
to set up, for in them we were to make our attack. It
was most necessary then to have a hidden place for this
work, and it was not a little his knowledge of this secret
haven that gave our captain his great hopes of success.
He judged no one knew it but himself and those who
had been with him in his previous voyage. Being thus
perfectly secure, Frank rowed in to see how best to
bring the ships to moorings there, and I went in the
boat.</p>
<p>No place could have been better fitted to our purpose.
The headlands were but half a cable's length apart, and
so overhung with a dense growth of brakes and trees,
all strange to me, that little could be seen beyond save
the climbing hills on the mainland. But as soon as we
rowed in I could see what a paradise it was.</p>
<p>Before us opened a rounded haven, from eight to ten
cables' length every way. The waves died languidly
away towards the shore in ever-lessening ripples, as
though hushed by the surpassing beauty of the place.
Where, with loving whispers, they lapped the golden
beach, they reflected a picture more dazzling than my
eyes had ever seen. Heaped up in wild profusion was
a tangled mass of every hue of green that clothed to the
water's edge the gently swelling hills. Wherever the
rocks could find a place to peep, their own rich colour
was almost hidden by hanging bunches of scarlet flowers.
Huge rough tree-trunks I could get a glimpse of here
and there, with great sinews of rugged bark that stood
boldly out from them, and were lost in the glowing
brakes which covered the ground. In the branches
fluttered birds that mocked the radiance of the flowers,
while on every point the crested and bronze-hued
pheasants plumed themselves, and screamed defiance
one against the other. Lost to all else but this fairyland
I was hardly plunged, as it were, into some delicious
dream, when I was rudely awakened.</p>
<p>''Vast rowing, lads,' said Frank suddenly, in quick,
hushed tones. 'Look! What's yonder?'</p>
<p>His keen eye was the first to see it. I looked where
he pointed, and in a moment my paradise was tumbled
to earth. Away in the trees rose a thin blue cloud of
smoke. There was no mistaking it; the hand of man
must be there. 'Whose was it?' was what we each
asked ourselves with melancholy foreboding.</p>
<p>Our captain, though as disappointed as any of us to
see a cuckoo in his nest, seemed nothing daunted.
Rowing back quickly to the ships, he ordered out our
other boat, and manning both to their full holding, not
forgetting muskets, bows, and pikes, returned speedily
to land.</p>
<p>No sooner were we ashore than we could see many
traces of men having been there very lately. There
were black spots where fires had been, and marks of
fresh clearing in the brakes. Setting ourselves in order,
we cautiously went forward along a track that seemed
to lead to the fire, Frank leading the way in spite of all
our efforts to dissuade him.</p>
<p>We had not gone far before we came to a tree in the
midst of the track, so great that four men at full stretch
could not have girdled it about. I saw Frank stop
suddenly and look up on the trunk.</p>
<p>'Ah, Jack Garrett, Jack Garrett,' said he, 'what game
is this you have been coursing with my hounds?'</p>
<p>I followed his eyes and saw a leaden plate nailed to
the tree, on which were graven these words:</p>
<p><br/></p>
<p class="t3">
CAPTAIN DRAKE.</p>
<p class="letter">
If you fortune to come to this port, make hast away! For
the Spaniards which you had with you here the last year have
bewrayed this place, and taken away all that you left here.</p>
<p class="letter">
I depart from hence, this present 7th of July 1572.</p>
<p class="letter">
Your very loving friend,<br/>
JOHN GARRETT.<br/></p>
<p><br/></p>
<p>'My thanks, Jack Garrett, for your kindly warning,'
cried Frank. 'A true Plymouth man are you, though
you did whistle away some of my best hounds. See
what comes,' he continued, turning to me, 'of sparing
these false Spaniards' lives. It is enough to make a
man cut the throat of every prisoner he takes—a thing,
by God's help, I will never do, whatever it cost me.
May they have their reward for their treachery, though,
by God's mercy, we are too well furnished to be hurt by
the loss of any gear they stole.'</p>
<p>'Where will you go now, then?' I asked.</p>
<p>'No whither, my lad,' said he. 'Here I purposed to
set up my pinnaces, and here I will do it. The
Spaniards are not here now, and if they keep away but
two days, I shall order things so that, by God's help,
they shall rue their coming, if that is their mind.'</p>
<p>He was very cheerful and resolute with it all, and
made us so too, yet I know he was sorely tried, by his
frequent speaking of God's name, which was always his
way at times when he felt need of all his courage,
as indeed he did now; for though we found the
place deserted, the fire we had seen being but the
remains of Garrett's work, left perhaps as a signal to us
to be on our guard, yet there was no telling when the
Spaniards would be down on us.</p>
<p>No time, therefore, was lost in carrying out our
captain's resolve. Harry having, as I have said, a good
knowledge of such matters, speedily marked out a piece
of land about three-quarters of an acre in extent, of
pentagonal form, with one side touching the shore. The
whole crew then started cheerily to clear this, hauling
the trees as they were felled with pulleys and hawsers,
in such wise as to make a rampart all round, a look-out
boat being despatched meanwhile to one of the points
to watch for any disturbance.</p>
<p>All that day we laboured at our fort, and most of
the night too; yet next morning much still remained
to be done when we saw our look-out boat rowing hard
towards us.</p>
<p>'Sail ho!' shouted the steersman, as soon as he was in
hail. 'Three sail bearing hard down on us.'</p>
<p>'Blister the fool's tongue!' said Frank beneath his
breath, as he stood at my side and saw something like
alarm in the younger mariners' faces, but he sang out
cheerily, 'Good news, good news, my lads. Now we will
trap them here, and never a breath of our coming shall
reach Nombre de Dios.'</p>
<p>The man reported the three sail, as well as he could
tell; a bark about the <i>Swan's</i> size, a caravel, and a
smaller craft. All set to work cheerily to carry out
Frank's order; for we were in excellent heart again, to
see that our captain thought only of offence.</p>
<p>Some pieces of ordnance were removed from the
ships, to be set by Harry and Mr. Oxenham in the best
positions they could find for the defence of our fort.
The ships were then warped over to the entrance of the
haven, where they were moored on either hand close
under the rocks, so that they could not be seen by a
ship till she was well within. Each had a holdfast to
the opposite point, that they might be warped across
the mouth as soon as the enemy had passed in. All
fires were extinguished, and the small-shot, gunners, and
bowmen who were ashore at the fort were well concealed.</p>
<p>So we lay waiting in great anxiety for what was to
come. Mr. Oxenham and Harry, by pouring out a fire
of jests and comfortable speeches, kept up the youngsters'
spirits as well as might be, though I think by their looks
there was many a heart thumping hard, when we saw
through the bushes a large Spanish shallop rowing in
towards our haven.</p>
<p>As the shallop came on a bark of some fifty tons
and a caravel of Seville build, as Mr. Oxenham told us,
hove to right opposite our entrance. The shallop came
as far as between the points, and then, after stopping as
though to discover the place thoroughly, rowed back to
the ships.</p>
<p>It was impossible to tell whether they had seen
us or not; so, seeing what our aim was, we could but
rejoice when we saw them all make sail and stand in.
On they came, a pretty sight to see, swaggering in most
gallantly.</p>
<p>At last they were well inside, in full view of our
ships, which yet did not move an inch.</p>
<p>'Something must be wrong,' whispered Mr. Oxenham
to me. 'Why the devil does he not warp across,
or at least give them a shot?'</p>
<p>Suddenly there was a loud flourish of trumpets on
board the admiral and the flag of St. George was run
up, but still she did not stir.</p>
<p>'Her holdfasts must have dragged,' said Mr. Oxenham;
'I fear we are undone.'</p>
<p>A puff of smoke leaped forth from the strange bark,
and we looked to see the admiral struck. The boom
of the shot rolled across the still waters, waking strange
echoes in that land-locked bay, and setting the guans
a-screaming their ear-piercing cry. Ere the sounds
died away a trumpet brayed answer to our admiral, and
we saw the red cross flutter out from the stranger's top.</p>
<p>At first we thought it must be some treacherous
Spanish stratagem, but all our fears were at rest when,
as our ships answered the stranger's salute, we saw
a boat put out from the bark and go abroad the
admiral.</p>
<p>Our fears and pains were all wasted; for she proved
to be a bark from the Isle of Wight, belonging to Sir
Edward Horsey, the Governor, 'Wild Ned Horsey,'
so well known to us, not only for the mad stories of his
ruffling youth and his piracies in the narrow seas during
the old days, but also for the excellent disposition he
made for the defence of the island, and above all for his
notable services when he rode at the head of Clinton's
horse during the late rising in the North.</p>
<p>He was a great gentleman now and high in the
Queen's service, yet he could not wholly give up his
old ways, and had fitted out this present ship, under
Captain Ranse, to try what Popish prizes he could pick
up on the high seas or amongst the Indies. He had
'made' his voyage so far as to take a shallop off Cape
Blanco, and, what was better, a caravel carrying <i>Advisos</i>
to Nombre de Dios.</p>
<p>He was thus able, when he heard our purpose, to
confirm us from the papers he had seized that as yet
the Spaniards had no knowledge of our coming. So
very welcome and favourable for our purpose did this
seem that Captain Ranse was desirous to consort with
us in our venture.</p>
<p>Nothing could have been more to the minds of most
of us than this, seeing he had thirty good and well-armed
men with him, but Frank was little pleased with
it, and would gladly have gone forward alone, save that
he thought it better to put a good face on a bad matter
and consent, seeing how Captain Ranse, if he were evilly
disposed, might bring all our voyage to naught.</p>
<p>So they were received upon conditions which I,
being a scholar, was appointed to draw, whereof having
a copy I will set it forth, that men in like case hereafter
may see how the Prince of Navigators ordered these
things, since unhappy quarrels have many times arisen
between captains who have sailed in consort, by reason
of their not doing things orderly at the outset, after the
ancient usages of the sea.</p>
<p>As I sat in our council chamber, which had for its
walls the rugged buttresses of one of those huge trees of
which I have spoken, and for roof the vast spread of its
branches, alive with screaming parrots, I could not but
muse on dull-eyed lawyers far away in their dingy
Temple; nor, as I wrote the dry note which contrasted
so strangely with the splendour of our audacious project,
could I but marvel over the might of our great Queen's
peace, which in such humble shape could reach even
here to aid her loving subjects in ordering the chivalrous
brotherhood by which we hoped to add such glory to
her name. And thus I wrote the words as Frank spoke
them, plain and clear, that none might have to hunt for
sense in a forest of sounds.</p>
<p>'I, Francis Drake, general of the fleet appointed for
these seas, to wit, the <i>Pasha</i>, of seventy tons and
forty-seven men, and the <i>Swan</i>, of twenty-five tons and
twenty-six men, together with three pinnaces unmanned,
have consorted, covenanted, and agreed, and by these
presents do consort, covenant, and agree, with James
Ranse, of the <i>Lion</i>, fifty tons and thirty men, belonging
to and being under the flag of the Honourable Sir
Edward Horsey, Knight, together with a certain caravel
to be hereafter measured, and a shallop, her prizes and
consorts, to have, possess, enjoy, and be partaker with
me and my fleet, and I with them, of all such lawful
prize or prizes as shall be taken by me or them, or any
of us jointly or severally, in sight or out of sight, ton for
ton, and man for man, from this present 13th day of
July 1572, till such time as we mutually determine the
conditions contained herein.'</p>
<p>So it was signed, sealed, and delivered, and all being
settled we laboured together harmoniously—the
carpenters at setting up the pinnaces, and the rest by
spells at completing the fort, exercising in our weapons,
the gathering of victuals, and many pastimes which
our captain devised.</p>
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