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 Ad
ventures 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 ad
venture 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 ad
venture 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
prodigiousappetite for ad
venture, 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 ad
venturers 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!