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The Quest of the 'Golden Hope': A Seventeenth Century Story of Adventure

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 1390    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

adre

also, so that his pipe clattered on the oaken

speak truly--the same Madre de Dios concerning whi

ammond. I have the s

re the wreck

e. The treasure is not in he

, gold dust, ingots, and other treasure to the value of 400,000 pounds. Of this vast spoil Sir John shipped about one-half aboard his own ship, sending the Madre under convoy for England. The caravel, overtaken by a furious north-easterly gale, was lost with all

ther, "but if you know where the treasure l

the year 1674. For two years I was cut off from my fellow-men, till a Spanish barque took me off. It goes without saying that I told the Dons naught concerning

w s

to my Lord Rochester to intercede with the King; but, since I was only a plain merchan

ajesty from would-be treasure seekers. Fergusson went and failed; Captain Calcott did likewise, and now Phipps has been gone these two years,

his churlish manner. 'Twas mainly for this reason that I set out to join Monmouth's standard, for, had all been

se to save his neck from the headsman's axe," r

ammond. But ere we go farther, 'tis w

fixed for to-morrow, so I'll to Lymingt

e that my sire was by no means in his usual spirits, but seemed preocc

ing upon us? Have they discovered aught of that affair on the Lynd

s, for I doubt not that our father and Captain Miles are engaging upon some profitable enterp

to go to sea again?"

happen,"

you

'twas my cherished ambition to go to sea; yet

ymington, and having left our horses at

the Lym stream joins the sea. The door and the frames of the diamond-paned windows were painted a vivid green--possibly the work of the energ

e sheriff's notice of the sale was affixed, while two tip-staves, escorting a le

aced man, who was evidently ill at ease. "'Tis fortunate for him that he has a

presentative, till, the door being opened, he disappeared within, followed by the incensed townsfolk. Jeremy was, as I have mentioned, a general favourite in and around Lymington; and, be

to my inexperienced eyes, the scene within was strange and pathetically intere

e groans of his audience he read the proclamation setting forth that the house and goods of Captain

k into it at regular intervals. This he proceeded to light; the first lot was announced, and

re hushed; while as peg after peg dropped out and rebounded from the oaken table, the clang of

Captain's goods. One or two instruments of navigation my father secured, though, as I

raftered ceiling I caught a glimpse of the fateful painting--a ship under all pla

traightened himself, and coughed sligh

an artist, Messer Tito Cozzini, of--of--I cannot

ed room. No one seemed anxious to possess the work of art, for my father, concealing his impatie

," said

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The Quest of the 'Golden Hope': A Seventeenth Century Story of Adventure
The Quest of the 'Golden Hope': A Seventeenth Century Story of Adventure
“Excerpt: ...we lay under a heavy fire from all the vessels. Evidently the buccaneers did not wish to sink us, for they directed their fire principally at our spars and cordage. Once we were captured they would remove our stores and other valuable gear, and scuttle the ships, so as to leave no trace of their fiendish handiwork. Such has been the fate of many unfortunate merchantmen in West Indian waters, with hardly a fragment left afloat to tell the tale. \"Stand to it, my lads,\" shouted Captain Jeremy encouragingly. \"Spars can be replaced and cordage refitted. They'll get tired of that game ere long. Lie down, all of you.\" It was indeed a trying ordeal. We had already lost our foreyard, which had tumbled down across the fo'c'sle, bringing with it a litter of ropes, blocks, and torn canvas. Our spritsail yard, broken in two places, dangled from the bowsprit; while our mainmast was splintered from the futtock-shrouds to within ten feet of the deck. Several shots had torn gaping holes in our sides, and as a result four more dead men lay on our decks, while nearly a dozen badly wounded were carried below. Nor was our consort in a better plight. Her fore topmast had been shot away early in the cannonade, her poop lanterns and part of the taffrail had disappeared, and several ominous dark holes were visible in her bulging yellow sides. \"How much longer are we to stand this?\" asked Touchstone, as he bound his wrist with a kerchief. \"Patience, man, patience!\" was Captain Jeremy's only reply, as he calmly surveyed the scene of destruction--the blood-stained deck littered with the prone figures of seamen, whether they were dead, or wounded, or unhurt; and the tangle of shattered spars and cordage--and the smoke-enshrouded outlines of our ferocious attackers. Ever and anon a shrill cry of pain or an exclamation of rage would be heard, as a mass of timber dislodged from aloft came hurtling through the air and struck some unfortunate man crouching near the guns; and...”
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