unbelievable adventures. But no sooner had he fairly escaped from
the clutches of the Spaniards than,
gathering together another
band of adventurers, he fell upon the very same
vessel in the
gloom of the night, recaptured her when she rode at
anchor in the
harbor of Campeche under the guns of the fort, slipped the cable,
and was away without the loss of a single man. He lost her in a
hurricane soon afterward, just off the Isle of Pines; but the
deed was none the less
daring for all that.
Another
notable no less famous than these two worthies was Roch
Braziliano, the truculent Dutchman who came up from the coast of
Brazil to the Spanish Main with a name ready-made for him. Upon
the very first adventure which he
undertook he captured a plate
ship of
fabulous value, and brought her
safely into Jamaica; and
when at last captured by the Spaniards, he fairly frightened them
into letting him go by truculent threats of
vengeance from his
followers.
Such were three of the
pirate buccaneers who infested the Spanish
Main. There were hundreds no less
desperate, no less reckless,
no less insatiate in their lust for
plunder, than they.
The effects of this freebooting soon became
apparent. The risks
to be assumed by the owners of
vessels and the shippers of
merchandise became so
enormous that Spanish
commerce was
practically swept away from these waters. No
vessel dared to
venture out of port excepting under
escort of powerful
men-of-war, and even then they were not always secure from
molestation. Exports from Central and South America were sent to
Europe by way of the Strait of Magellan, and little or none went
through the passes between the Bahamas and the Caribbees.
So at last "buccaneering," as it had come to be generically
called, ceased to pay the vast dividends that it had done at
first. The cream was skimmed off, and only very thin milk was
left in the dish. Fabulous fortunes were no longer earned in a
ten days'
cruise, but what money was won hardly paid for the
risks of the
winning. There must be a new
departure, or
buccaneering would cease to exist.
Then arose one who showed the buccaneers a new way to squeeze
money out of the Spaniards. This man was an Englishman--Lewis
Scot.
The stoppage of
commerce on the Spanish Main had naturally tended
to
accumulate all the
wealth gathered and produced into the chief
fortified cities and towns of the West Indies. As there no
longer existed prizes upon the sea, they must be gained upon the
land, if they were to be gained at all. Lewis Scot was the first
to
appreciate this fact.
Gathering together a large and powerful body of men as hungry for
plunder and as
desperate as himself, he descended upon the town
of Campeche, which he captured and sacked, stripping it of
everything that could possibly be carried away.
When the town was cleared to the bare walls Scot threatened to
set the torch to every house in the place if it was not
ransomed
by a large sum of money which he demanded. With this booty he set
sail for Tortuga, where he arrived
safely--and the problem was
solved.
After him came one Mansvelt, a buccaneer of
lesser note, who
first made a
descent upon the isle of Saint Catharine, now Old
Providence, which he took, and, with this as a base, made an
unsuccessful
descent upon Neuva Granada and Cartagena. His name
might not have been handed down to us along with others of
greater fame had he not been the master of that most apt of
pupils, the great Captain Henry Morgan, most famous of all the
buccaneers, one time
governor of Jamaica, and knighted by King
Charles II.
After Mansvelt followed the bold John Davis, native of Jamaica,
where he sucked in the lust of piracy with his mother's milk.
With only
fourscore men, he swooped down upon the great city of
Nicaragua in the darkness of the night, silenced the
sentry with
the
thrust of a knife, and then fell to pillaging the churches
and houses "without any respect or veneration."
Of course it was but a short time until the whole town was in an
uproar of alarm, and there was nothing left for the little
handful of men to do but to make the best of their way to their
boats. They were in the town but a short time, but in that time
they were able to gather together and to carry away money and
jewels to the value of fifty thousand pieces of eight, besides
dragging off with them a dozen or more
notable prisoners, whom
they held for
ransom.
And now one appeared upon the scene who reached a far greater
height than any had
arisen to before. This was Francois
l'Olonoise, who sacked the great city of Maracaibo and the town
of Gibraltar. Cold, unim
passioned,
pitiless, his
sluggish blood
was never moved by one single pulse of human
warmth, his icy
heart was never touched by one ray of mercy or one spark of pity
for the
hapless wretches who chanced to fall into his bloody
hands.
Against him the
governor of Havana sent out a great war
vessel,
and with it a negro executioner, so that there might be no
inconvenient delays of law after the
pirates had been captured.
But l'Olonoise did not wait for the coming of the war
vessel; he
went out to meet it, and he found it where it lay riding at
anchor in the mouth of the river Estra. At the dawn of the
morning he made his attack sharp,
unexpected,
decisive. In a
little while the Spaniards were forced below the hatches, and the
vessel was taken. Then came the end. One by one the poor
shrieking wretches were dragged up from below, and one by one
they were butchered in cold blood, while l'Olonoise stood upon
the poop deck and looked
coldly down upon what was being done.
Among the rest the negro was dragged upon the deck. He begged and
implored that his life might be spared,
promising to tell all
that might be asked of him. L'Olonoise questioned him, and when
he had squeezed him dry, waved his hand
coldly, and the poor
black went with the rest. Only one man was spared; him he sent to
the
governor of Havana with a message that
henceforth he would
give no quarter to any Spaniard whom he might meet in arms--a
message which was not an empty threat.
The rise of l'Olonoise was by no means rapid. He worked his way
up by dint of hard labor and through much ill fortune. But by and
by, after many reverses, the tide turned, and carried him with
it from one success to another, without let or stay, to the
bitter end.
Cruising off Maracaibo, he captured a rich prize laden with a
vast
amount of plate and ready money, and there conceived the
design of descending upon the powerful town of Maracaibo itself.
Without loss of time he gathered together five hundred picked
scoundrels from Tortuga, and
taking with him one Michael de Basco
as land captain, and two hundred more buccaneers whom he
commanded, down he came into the Gulf of Venezuela and upon the
doomed city like a blast of the
plague. Leaving their
vessels,
the buccaneers made a land attack upon the fort that stood at the
mouth of the inlet that led into Lake Maracaibo and guarded the
city.
The Spaniards held out well, and fought with all the might that
Spaniards possess; but after a fight of three hours all was given
up and the
garrison fled, spreading
terror and
confusion before
them. As many of the inhabitants of the city as could do so
escaped in boats to Gibraltar, which lies to the
southward, on
the shores of Lake Maracaibo, at the distance of some forty
leagues or more.