The Flamingo Feather eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 175 pages of information about The Flamingo Feather.

The Flamingo Feather eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 175 pages of information about The Flamingo Feather.

“It is of no use, Master Rene,” the armorer said, in his gruffest tones, but not unkindly, for he felt a strong affection for the lad, as all did who knew him—­“it is of no use arguing at this late day.  We have fully determined to leave this country of starvation and misery, and at least to make an effort to lay our bones in fair France.  Our ship is ready for launching, and the provisions thou hast so bravely fetched will serve to victual her.  We no longer dare to show our faces outside the walls of the fort, for the forest is full of red savages who thirst for our blood; and if we remain here much longer we shall die like rats in a trap.  So put you the best possible face on the matter, young master, and lend us thine aid in preparing for departure.”

Although Rene could not do this and still remain loyal to has uncle, he could and did prepare the chevalier for the abandonment of the fort that was so fully determined upon, and he rendered the latter valuable service in gathering together and packing his important papers for immediate removal.

The newly built vessel, which was at best a poor affair in which to undertake so tremendous a journey, was launched, and so speedily equipped, that within two weeks from the time of Rene’s return she was pronounced ready for sea, and the business of getting her stores on board was begun.  It proceeded so rapidly that in one week more Fort Caroline was dismantled of everything except its heavy guns and other ponderous articles that must be left, and the day for departure was set.

Soon after daylight, one fine morning early in the new year, the garrison marched on board the vessel.  Laudonniere, protesting to the last, and accompanied by his nephew and by the faithful Le Moyne, was carried on board.  Then the sails were spread to a gentle breeze, and the little company, who had only a few months before built the fort with such brave hearts and high hopes, sailed away from it, leaving it to its fate, though with the broad banner of France still floating above its walls.  They expected, and even hoped, never to see it again, and even the terrible voyage they were about to undertake in a small and crazy craft seemed to them less fearful than a continuance of the life from which they were escaping.

The only farewells sent after them came in the shape of a few arrows shot at the ship by the angry savages who lined the river-bank, and sullenly watched the departure of their intended victims.

That day they sailed to the mouth of the river, but found so great a sea rolling in over its bar that they dared not attempt a passage through it, and were therefore forced to drop anchor while still within shelter of the land, and await its abatement.

CHAPTER XIII

ARRIVAL OF JEAN RIBAULT

As the fugitives from Fort Caroline lay inside the mouth of the River of May, awaiting the calming of the great seas that broke in columns and hills of foam on its bar, and for a favorable wind with which to put out to sea, they attempted to strengthen their crazy vessel and render her more seaworthy.  Already her seams, calked with moss and pitch, had opened in so many places that she leaked badly, and only constant labor at the pumps kept her afloat.

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