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among the pirates, or whether they had carried it away with them

to some strange and foreign land, there to share it among



themselves.

And so the ending of the story, with only this to observe, that



whether that strange appearance of Captain Brand's face by the

light of the pistol was a ghostly and spiritual appearance, or



whether he was present in flesh and blood, there is only to say

that he was never heard of again; nor had he ever been heard of



till that time since the day he was so shot from behind by Capt.

John Malyoe on the banks of the Rio Cobra River in the year 1733.



III

WITH THE BUCCANEERS



Being an Account of Certain Adventures that Befell Henry Mostyn

Under Capt. H. Morgan in the Year 1665-66



ALTHOUGH this narration has more particularly to do with the

taking of the Spanish vice admiral in the harbor of Porto Bello,



and of the rescue therefrom of Le Sieur Simon, his wife and

daughter (the adventure of which was successfully achieved by



Captain Morgan, the famous buccaneer), we shall, nevertheless,

premise something of the earlier history of Master Harry Mostyn,



whom you may, if you please, consider as the hero of the several

circumstances recounted in these pages.



In the year 1664 our hero's father embarked from Portsmouth, in

England, for the Barbados, where he owned a considerable sugar



plantation. Thither to those parts of America he transported with

himself his whole family, of whom our Master Harry was the fifth



of eight children--a great lusty fellow as little fitted for the

Church (for which he was designed) as could be. At the time of



this story, though not above sixteen years old, Master Harry

Mostyn was as big and well-grown as many a man of twenty, and of



such a reckless and dare-devil spirit that no adventure was too

dangerous or too mischievous for him to embark upon.



At this time there was a deal of talk in those parts of the

Americas concerning Captain Morgan, and the prodigious successes



he was having pirating against the Spaniards.

This man had once been an indentured servant with Mr. Rolls, a



sugar factor at the Barbados. Having served out his time, and

being of lawlessdisposition, possessing also a prodigious



appetite for adventure, he joined with others of his kidney, and,

purchasing a caravel of three guns, embarked fairly upon that



career of piracy the most successful that ever was heard of in

the world.



Master Harry had known this man very well while he was still with

Mr. Rolls, serving as a clerk at that gentleman's sugar wharf, a



tall, broad- shouldered, strapping fellow, with red cheeks, and

thick red lips, and rolling blue eyes, and hair as red as any



chestnut. Many knew him for a bold, gruff-spoken man, but no one

at that time suspected that he had it in him to become so famous



and renowned as he afterward grew to be.

The fame of his exploits had been the talk of those parts for



above a twelvemonth, when, in the latter part of the year 1665,

Captain Morgan, having made a very successful expedition against



the Spaniards into the Gulf of Campeche--where he took several

important purchases from the plate fleet--came to the Barbados,



there to fit out another such venture, and to enlist recruits.

He and certain other adventurers had purchased a vessel of some



five hundred tons, which they proposed to convert into a pirate

by cutting portholes for cannon, and running three or four



carronades across her main deck. The name of this ship, be it

mentioned, was the Good Samaritan, as ill-fitting a name as could



be for such a craft, which, instead of being designed for the

healing of wounds, was intended to inflict such devastation as



those wicked men proposed.

Here was a piece of mischief exactly fitted to our hero's tastes;



wherefore, having made up a bundle of clothes, and with not above

a shilling in his pocket, he made an excursion into the town to



seek for Captain Morgan. There he found the great pirate

established at an ordinary, with a little court of ragamuffins



and swashbucklers gathered about him, all talking very loud, and

drinking healths in raw rum as though it were sugared water.



And what a fine figure our buccaneer had grown, to be sure! How

different from the poor, humble clerk upon the sugar wharf! What



a deal of gold braid! What a fine, silver-hilled Spanish sword!

What a gay velvet sling, hung with three silver-mounted pistols!






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