Category: Historical Novels
Jolly comrades, raise the glee, Chorus it right cheerily; For the tempest's roar is heard no more, And gaily we tread the wish'd-for shore: Then raise the glee merrily, Chorus it cheerily, _For past are the perils of the blust'ring sea._
Jolly comrades, raise the glee, Chorus it right cheerily; For the tempest's roar is heard no more, And gaily we tread the wish'd-for shore: Then raise the glee merrily, Chorus i...
2. Chapter 2WALTER. Tut, you hav'n't seen an inch yet of the whole hero. Had you followed him as I have, from a knee-high urchin, you'd confess that there never was soldier fit to cry comra...
3. Chapter 3NIMA. Let us make haste, my companions, to finish the dress of the bride; to-day the prince Miami returns with our hunters from the chase; to-morrow he will bear away our prince...
4. Chapter 4SMITH. 'Tis all in vain! no clue to guide my steps. [_Music._ By this the explorers have return'd despairing, And left their forward leader to his fate. The rashness is well pun...
5. Chapter 5Now do I begin to suspect, what, to be sure, I've been certain of a long time, that master Robin's a little bit of a big rogue. I just now observed him with my friend Walter's w...
6. Chapter 6POWHATAN. My people, strange beings have appeared among us; they come from the bosom of the waters, amid fire and thunder; one of them has our war-god delivered into our hands:...
7. Chapter 7PERCY. Why, faith, not quite; Despite of me, it sometimes through my mind Flits like a dark cloud o'er a summer sky; But passes off like that, and leaves me cloudless. I can't f...
8. Chapter 8PRINCESS. By the spirit of my mother, I implore my father. Oh! if thou deliver me to the Susquehannock, think not thine eyes shall ever again behold me; the first kind stream th...
9. Chapter 9WALTER. One mouthful more. [_Kiss._] Oh! after a long lent of absence, what a charming relish is a kiss, served from the lips of a pretty wife, to a hungry husband.
10. Chapter 10ROBIN. Divinity--it's a--Oh, it's a pretty title that we lords of the creation bestow upon our playthings. But hist! here they come. Now is it a knotty point to be argued, wheth...
11. Chapter 11LARRY. Nine ships, five hundred men, and a lord governor! Och! St. Patrick's blessing be upon them; they'll make this land flow with buttermilk like green Erin. What say you, ma...
12. Chapter 12SMITH. Our swords are part of our apparel, king; Nor need your people fear them. They shall rest Peaceful within their scabbards, if Powhatan Call them not forth, with voice of...