The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1877-05-10

bad. The gentlemen (what few there
were) thought more Of making their fort
unes than of doing their work, so that
altogether, you see, it was a bad lookout
for the commander"
"And who Uas the commander ?"
asked Tom, eagerly.
You shall hear presently, my boy.
Well, before they had been two DAYS at
sea their troubles began. The crew of
the Raleigh, their largest vessel, either
found, or pretended to find symptoms
OF contagious sickness on board, and back
they went to Plymouth, leaving the
other four ships to shift for themselves. )"
=" The towards p shouted Tom, "they
deserved good rope's-end all around"
And should have had it if I had been
aboard Of the1n,' said Capt. Hardistay,
grimly. "Well, those that were left had
long spell of bad weather which lasted
for days and days, and then all the bad
metal OF the crew came out. The skulk-
ers shirked their work, and the quarrel
some ones got to fighting among them
selves, and the poor commander, too
brave and pure minded himself to see
what pack of ruffians he had got about
him, kept Stacker hand over them than
he should have done, till the mischief
got beyond bounds altogether. Good,
gentle, noble-hearted fellow what evil
fate picked him out for such a venture as
that? It's heart breaking to read how,
as misfortune after misfortune fell upon
him, he still bore up calamity to the very
last, hoping against hope that, even with
the worthless tools he had, he might yet
accomplish the work given him to do.
Many a time, in reading that story, have
| wished that Drake or old Sir John
Hawkins had been there in his place,
just for five minutes, to give the muffin
GUS rascals what they deserved"
cay, Drake would have done it in a
minute r cried Tom, warmly; "he was
the boy for that sort Of thing"
"Well, !" pursued the Captain,
through storms and fogs, and mutinies,
and troubles of all kinds, the brave COM
mander at last brought his four ships to
the coast of what is now Nova Scotia,
and, sailing YEARLY across the Bay OF
Fundy, cast anchor III the harbor of
ST. John. But even before they got
there the crew Of the Swallow had shown
what might be expected of them by
plundering French fishing vessel of all
her stores, taking away even the sails
and rigging, and leaving the poor Great
ures to perish miserably hundreds of
miles from land.
"When they reached st. John the
commander, seeing his men disheartened
and out of humor, called them together
and made a speech to encourage them,
after which, standing at his tent-door,
with the great white waste Of snow ali
around as far as the eye could reach. he
read his commission, empowering him to
possess and colonize that coast known
and unknown, and that commission was
given by Queen Elizabeth to Sir Hum
phrey Gilbertp'
Il thought 50 ~ cried Hetty, clapping
her hands.
81 knew you meant him, uncle.
We've just been reading about him with
Miss Marsden, in our big history"
"But after that" continued the Cap
tain, " Everything went wrong. A plot
was discovered to seize the ships while
the commander and his officers were
ashore, and sail away for England, leay-
ing the leaders to shift for themselves.
Then, finding themselves detected. the
rascals boarded fishing bark, put the
crew ashore, and stole away to sea. And
after that, assertions, and quarrels. and