This Country of Ours Part 8
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Thereupon there arose a great uproar among the colonists, they crowded round him clamouring to be gone, threatening that if he refused the Englishman's offer they would accept it and sail without him.
So Laudonniere yielded. He told Hawkins that he would buy the s.h.i.+p he offered, but he had no money. The Englishman, however, was generous. Instead of money he took the cannon and other things now useless to the colonists. He provided them with food enough for the voyage, and seeing many of the men ragged and barefoot, added among other things fifty pairs of shoes.
Then with kindly good wishes Hawkins said farewell and sailed away, leaving behind him many grateful hearts. As soon as he was gone the Frenchmen began to prepare to depart also. In a few days all was ready, and they only waited for a fair wind in order to set sail. But as they waited, one day, the fort was again thrown into a state of excitement by the appearance of another fleet of s.h.i.+ps.
Again the question was asked, were they friends or foes, Spaniards or Frenchmen? At length, after hours of sickening suspense, the question was answered, they were Frenchmen under the command of Ribaut.
The long-looked-for help had come at last. It had come when it was no longer looked for, when it was indeed unwelcome to many. For the colonists had grown utterly weary of that sunlit cruel land, and they only longed to go home. France with any amount of tyranny was to be preferred before the freedom and the misery of Florida.
But to abandon the colony was now impossible, for besides supplies of food the French s.h.i.+ps had brought many new colonists. This time, too, the men had not come alone but had brought their wives and families with them. Soon the fort which had been so silent and mournful was filled with sounds of talk and laughter. Again, the noise of hatchet and hammer resounded through the woods, and the little forsaken corner of the world awoke once more to life.
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Chapter 9 - How the Spaniards Drove the French Out of Florida
Scarcely a week had pa.s.sed before the new peace and happiness of the French colony was brought to a cruel end.
Late one night the men on board the French s.h.i.+ps saw a great black hulk loom silently up out of the darkness. It was followed by another and another. No word was spoken, and in eerie silence the strange s.h.i.+ps crept stealthily onwards, and cast anchor beside the French. The stillness grew terrible. At length it was broken by a trumpet call from the deck of one of the silent new-comers.
Then a voice came through the darkness. "Gentlemen," it asked, "whence does this fleet come?"
"From France," was the reply.
"What are you doing here?" was the next question.
"We are bringing soldiers and supplies for a fort which the King of France has in this country, and for many which he soon will have."
"Are you Catholics or Lutherans?"
The question came sharply across the dark water. It was answered by many voices.
"We are Lutherans," cried the French, "we are of the new religion."
Then it was the Frenchmen's turn to ask questions.
"Who are you," I they cried, "and whence come ye?"
"I am Pedro Menendez," replied the voice out of the darkness. "I am Admiral of the fleet of the King of Spain. And I am come into this country to hang and behead all Lutherans whom I may find by land or by sea. And my King has given me such strict commands that I have power to pardon no man of them. And those commands I shall obey to the letter, as you will see. At dawn I shall come aboard your s.h.i.+p. And if there I find any Catholic he shall be well-treated, but every heretic shall die."
In reply to this speech a shout of wrath went up from the Frenchmen.
"If You are a brave man," they cried, "why wait for dawn? Come on now, and see what you will get."
Then in their anger they heaped insults upon the Spaniards, and poured forth torrents of scoffing words. Thereupon Menendez was so enraged that he swore to silence those Lutheran dogs once and for ever. So the order was given, and his great s.h.i.+p slowly moved towards the French.
The threats of the French had been but idle boasting; they could not withstand the Spaniards, for their leader was ash.o.r.e with most of his soldiers. So cutting their cables they fled out to sea pursued by the foe.
There was a mad chase through the darkness. But the heretic devils, as the Spaniards called them, were skilful sailors. Menendez could not catch them, and when day dawned he gave up the chase and moodily turned back to Fort Caroline.
Here he found the French ready for him, and they seemed so strong that he would not attack, but sailed away southwards until he reached the river of Dolphins.
Here Menendez landed and took possession of the country in the name of the King of Spain. While cannon boomed and trumpets blew he stepped on sh.o.r.e followed by his officers and gentlemen. In all the gay trappings of knighthood, with many-coloured banners fluttering in the breeze, they marched. Then as they advanced another procession came toward them. At the head of it was a priest in all the pomp and splendour of his priestly robes. He carried a gilded crucifix in his hand, and as he marched he sang a Te Deum.
When the two processions met Menendez and all his company knelt, and baring their heads kissed the crucifix. So was the land claimed for Spain and the Catholic faith, and St. Augustine, the oldest town in the United States, was founded.
Meanwhile, the fleeing French s.h.i.+ps had turned, followed the Spaniards, and seen them land. Then they went back to Fort Caroline with the news.
While these things had been happening Laudonniere had been very ill. He was still in bed when Ribaut, followed by several of his chief officers, came to his room to tell him the news which the returning s.h.i.+ps had just brought. And beside his sickbed they held a council of war. It was decided to attack the Spaniards and drive them from the land. But how?
First one plan and then another was discussed, and to each some one objected. But at length it was decided to go by sea and attack the Spaniards suddenly in their newly-founded fort.
So almost every man who could hold a gun set forth with Ribaut, and Laudonniere was left in the fort with the feeble and sick, and scarcely a man besides who had ever drawn a sword or fired a shot.
Their leader was as sick and feeble as any of them. But he dragged himself from his bed to review his forces. They were poor indeed, but Laudonniere made the best of them. He appointed each man to a certain duty, he set a, watch night and day, and he began to repair the broken-down walls of the fort, so that they would be able to make some show of resistance in ease of attack.
While Laudonniere was thus ordering his poor little garrison the s.h.i.+ps carrying the rest of the colonists sailed on their way.
The wind was fair, and in the night they crept close to where the Spanish vessels lay.
But when day dawned and the Spaniards saw the French vessels close to them they fled to the shelter of their harbour. And a sudden storm arising the French were driven out to sea again.
As Menendez watched them from the sh.o.r.e he rejoiced. He knew by the number of the s.h.i.+ps that most of the French colonists must be in them, and he hoped that they would all be lost in the storm.
Then as he watched a sudden thought came to him. While the Frenchmen were battling with wind and waves he resolved to move quickly over land and take Fort Caroline. For he knew that it must be almost, if not quite, unprotected.
One of the French mutineers who had deserted Laudonniere was now in the Spanish fort. He would show the way. Full of this splendid idea, eager to carry it out at once, he ordered Ma.s.s to be said, then he called a council and laid his plan before his officers.
They, however, met his eagerness with coldness. It was a mad and hopeless plan, they thought, and they did their best to dissuade Menendez from it. But Menendez was determined to go.
"Comrades," he said, "it is now that we must show our courage and our zeal. This is G.o.d's war, and we must not turn our backs upon it. It is war against heretics, and we must wage it with blood and with fire."
But the Spanish leader's eager words awoke no response in the hearts of his hearers. They answered him only with mutterings.
Still Menendez insisted. The debate grew stormy, and angry words were flung this way and that.
At length, however, Menendez had his way. The clamour was stilled, the officers gave a grudging consent, and preparations for the march were begun. In a few days all was ready, and the expedition set out. It was a simple matter. There was no great train of sumpter mules or baggage wagons. Each man carried his own food and ammunition, and twenty axemen marched in front of the little army to cleave a way through the forest.
The storm still raged. Rain fell in torrents, and the wind howled ceaselessly as on and on the men trudged. They plunged through seas of mud, and gra.s.s which grew waist high, and threaded their way along the narrow paths cloven for them by the axemen.
So for three days they toiled onward. Their food was gone, their ammunition soaked, they were drenched to the skin, footsore and famis.h.i.+ng, when upon the third night they lay down upon the muddy ground, cursing their leader for having brought them forth to died thus miserably. But while the men cursed Menendez prayed. All night he prayed. And before day dawned he called his officers to a council. They were now within a mile of Fort Caroline, and he was eager to attack.
But his officers were sick of the whole business. The men were utterly disheartened; one and all they clamoured to return.
Yet once again Menendez bent them to his will. In the darkness of the forest he spoke to the wretched, s.h.i.+vering, rain-drenched men.
He taunted, he persuaded, and at length wrung from them a sullen consent to follow him.
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