 CHAPTER XI. A Buccaneer boom. The condition of affairs in the West Indies was becoming very serious in the eyes of the Spanish rulers. They had discovered a new country, they had taken possession of it, and they had found great wealth of various kinds, of which they were very much in need. This wealth was being carried to Spain as fast as it could be taken from the unfortunate natives, and gathered together for transportation, and everything would have gone on very well indeed, had it not been for the most culpable and unwarranted interference of that lawless party of men, who might almost be said to amount to a nationality, who were continually on the alert to take from Spain everything she could take from America. The English, French, and Dutch governments were generally at peace with Spain, but they sat by quietly and saw their sailor subjects band themselves together and make war upon Spanish commerce, a very one-sided commerce, it is true. It was of no use for Spain to complain of the buccaneers to her sister maritime nations. It is not certain that they could have done anything to interfere with the operations of the sea robbers, who originally sailed from their coasts, but it is certain they did not try to do anything. Whatever was to be done Spain must do herself. The pirates were as slippery as they were savage, and although the Spaniards made a regular naval war upon them, they seemed to increase rather than to diminish. Every time that a Spanish merchantman was taken, and its gold and silver and valuable goods carried off to Tortuga or Jamaica, and divided among a lot of savage and rollicking fellows, the greater became the enthusiasm among the brethren of the coast, and the wider spread the buccaneering boom. More ships laden almost entirely with stalwart men, well provided with arms, and very badly furnished with principles, came from England and France, and the Spanish ships of war in the West Indies found that they were confronted by what was, in many respects, a regular naval force. The buccaneers were afraid of nothing, they paid no attention to the rules of war, a little ship would attack a big one without the slightest hesitation, and more than that would generally take it, and in every way Spain was beginning to feel as if she were acting the part of provider to the pirate seamen of every nation. Finding that she could do nothing to diminish the number of the buccaneering vessels, Spain determined that she would not have so many richly laden ships of her own upon these dangerous seas, consequently a change was made in regard to the shipping of merchandise and the valuable metals from America to her home ports. The cargoes were concentrated, and what had previously been placed upon three ships was crowded into the holds and between the decks of one great vessel, which was so well armed and defended as to make it almost impossible for any pirate ship to capture it. In some respects this plan worked very well, although when the buccaneers did happen to pounce upon one of these richly laden vessels in such numbers and with such swift ferocity that they were able to capture it, they rejoiced over a prize far more valuable than anything the pirate soul had ever dreamed of before. But it was not often that one of these great ships was taken, and for a time the results of Spanish robbery and cruelty were safely carried to Spain. But it was very hard to get the better of the buccaneers. Their lives and their fortunes depended upon this boom, and if in one way they could not get gold out of the Spaniards, which the latter got out of the natives, they would try another. When the miners in the gold fields find they can no longer wash out with their pans a paying quantity of the precious metal, they go to work on the rocks and break them into pieces and crush them into dust. So when the buccaneers found it did not pay to devote themselves to capturing Spanish gold on its transit across the ocean, many of them changed their methods of operation and boldly planned to seize the treasures of their enemy before it was put upon the ships. Consequently the buccaneers formed themselves into larger bodies commanded by noted leaders and made attacks upon the Spanish settlements and towns. Many of these were found nearly defenseless, and even those which boasted fortifications often fell before the reckless charges of the buccaneers. The pillage, the burning, and the cruelty on shore exceeded that which had hitherto been known on the sea. There is generally a great deal more in a town than there is on a ship, and the buccaneers proved themselves to be among the most outrageous, exacting, and cruel conquerors ever known in the world. They were governed by no laws of warfare, whatever they chose to do they did. They respected nobody, not even themselves, and acted like wild beasts, without the disposition which is generally shown by a wild beast to lie down and go to sleep when he has had enough. There were times when it seemed as though it would be safer for a man who had a regard for his life and comfort to sail upon a pirate ship instead of a Spanish galleon, or to take up his residence in one of the uncivilized communities of Tortuga or Jamaica, instead of settling in a well-ordered Spanish-American town with its mayor, its officials, and its garrison. It was a very strange nation of maritime bandits which had thus sprung into existence on these faraway waters. It was a nation of grown-up men who existed only for the purpose of carrying off that which other people were taking away. It was a nation of second-hand robbers who carried their operations to such an extent that they threatened to do away entirely with that series of primary robberies to which Spain had devoted herself. I do not know that there were any companies formed in those days for the prosecution of buccaneering, but I am quite sure that if there had been, their shares would have gone up to a very high figure. Chapter 12 The Story of Lola Noir the Cruel In the preceding chapter we have seen that the buccaneers had at last become so numerous and so formidable that it was dangerous for a Spanish ship laden with treasure from the new world to attempt to get out of the Caribbean Sea into the Atlantic, and that thus failing to find enough richly laden vessels to satisfy their ardent cravings for plunder, the buccaneers were forced to make some change in their methods of criminal warfare, and from capturing Spanish galleons they formed themselves into well-organised bodies and attacked towns. Among the buccaneer leaders who distinguished themselves as land pirates was a thoroughbred scoundrel by the name of François Lola Noir, who was born in France. In those days it was the custom to enforce servitude upon people who were not able to take care of themselves. Unfortunate debtors and paupers of all classes were sold to people who had need of their services. The only difference sometimes between master and servant depended entirely upon the fact that one had money and the other had none. Studies and girls were sold for a term of years, somewhat as if they had been apprentices, and it so happened that the boy Lola Noir was sold to a master who took him to the West Indies. There he led the life of a slave until he was of age, and then, being no longer subject to ownership, he became one of the freest and most independent persons who ever walked this earth. He began his career on the island of Hispaniola, where he took up the business of hunting and butchering cattle, but he very soon gave up this life for that of a pirate, and enlisted as a common sailor on one of their ships. Here he gave signs of such great ability as a brave and unscrupulous scoundrel that one of the leading pirates on the island of Tortuga gave him a ship and a crew, and set him up in business on his own account. The piratical career of Lola Noir was very much like that of other Buccaneers of the day, except that he was so abominably cruel to the Spanish prisoners whom he captured that he gained a reputation for vile humanity, surpassing that of any other rascal on the Western continent. When he captured a prisoner it seemed to delight his soul as much to torture and mutilate him before killing him as to take away whatever valuables he possessed. His reputation for ingenious wickedness spread all over the West Indies, so that the crews of Spanish ships attacked by this demon would rather die on their decks or sink to the bottom in their ships than be captured by Lola Noir. All the barbarities and brutalities and the fiendish ferocity which have ever been attributed to the pirates of the world were united in the character of this inhuman wretch who does not appear to be so good an example of the true pirate as Rock the Brazilian. He was not so brave, he was not so able, and he was so utterly base that it would be impossible for anyone to look upon him as a hero. After having attained in a very short time the reputation of being the most bloody and wicked pirate of his day, Lola Noir was unfortunate enough to be wrecked upon the coast, not far from the town of Campeche. He and his crew got safely to shore, but it was not long before their presence was discovered by the people of the town, and the Spanish soldiers thereupon sallied out and attacked them. He was a fierce fight, but the Spaniards were stronger and the Buccaneers were utterly defeated. Many of them were killed, and most of the rest wounded or taken prisoners. Among the wounded was Lola Noir, and as he knew that if he should be discovered he would meet with no mercy. He got behind some bushes, scooped up several handfuls of sand, mixed it with his blood, and with it rubbed his face so that it appeared the parlor of a corpse. Then he lay down among the bodies of his dead companions, and when the Spaniards afterwards walked over the battlefield he was looked upon as one of the common pirates whom they had killed. When the soldiers had retired into the town with their prisoners, the make-believe corpse stealthily arose and made his way into the woods, where he stayed until his wounds were well enough for him to walk about. He divested himself of his great boots, his pistol belt, and the rest of his piratical costume, and adding to his scanty raiment a cloak and hat. Which he had stolen from a poor cottage, he boldly approached the town and entered it. He looked like a very ordinary person, and no notice was taken of him by the authorities. Later he found shelter and something to eat, and he soon began to make himself very much at home in the streets of Campeche. It was a very gay time in the town, and as everybody seemed to be happy, L'Olonnois was very glad to join in the General Rejoicing, and these hilarities gave him particular pleasure as he found out that he was the cause of them. The Buccaneers who had been captured and who were imprisoned in the fortress, had been interrogated over and over again by the Spanish officials in regard to L'Olonnois, their commander, and as they had invariably answered that he had been killed, the Spanish were forced to believe the glad tidings, and they celebrated the death of the monster as the greatest piece of public good fortune which could come to their community. They built bonfires, they sang songs about the death of the black-hearted Buccaneer, and services of thanksgiving were held in their churches. All this was a great delight to L'Olonnois, who joined hands with the young men and women as they danced around the bonfires. He assisted in a fine bass voice in the choruses which told of his death and his dreadful doom, and he went to church and listened to the priests and the people as they gave thanks for their deliverance from his enormities. But L'Olonnois did not waste all his time chuckling over the baseless rejoicings of the people of the town. He made himself acquainted with some of the white slaves, men who had been brought from England, and finding some of them very much discontented with their lot, he ventured to tell them that he was one of the pirates who had escaped, and offered them riches and liberty if they would join him in a scheme he had concocted. It would have been easy enough for him to get away from the town by himself, but this would have been of no use to him, unless he obtained some sort of a vessel and some men to help him navigate it. So he proposed to the slaves that they would steal a small boat belonging to the master of one of them, and in this, under cover of the night, the little party safely left Campici and set sail for Totuga, which, as we have told, was then the headquarters of the Buccaneers, and the common place of refuge, of all sorts of wickedness, and the seminary, as it were, of all manner of pirates. CHAPTER XIII of Buccaneers and Pirates of Our Coasts This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Lucy LaFaro, New South Wales, Australia. Buccaneers and Pirates of Our Coasts by Frank R Stockton. CHAPTER XIII A RESURRECTED PIRATE When Lola Noir arrived at Totuga, he caused great astonishment among his old associates, that he had come back a comparative, poor part, surprised no one, for this was a common thing to happen to a pirate. But the wonder was that he got back at all. He had no money, but, by the exercise of his crafty abilities, he managed to get possession of a ship, which he manned with the crew of about a score of impecunious daredevils who were anxious to do something to mend their fortunes. Having now become very fond of land-fighting, he did not go out in search of ships, but directed his vessel to a little village called Delo Coyo on the coast of Cuba, for here he thought was a chance for a good and easy stroke of business. This village was the abode of industrious people, who were traders in tobacco, hides, and sugar, and who were obliged to carry on their traffic in a rather peculiar manner. The sea, near their town, was shallow, so that large ships could not approach very near, and thus the villages were kept busy carrying goods and supplies in small boats, backwards and forwards from the town to the vessels at anchor. Here was a nice little prize that could not get away from him, and Lolo Noir had plenty of time to make his preparations to seize it. As he could not sail a ship directly up to the town, he cruised about the coast at some distance from Delo Coyo, endeavouring to procure two small boats in which to approach the town. But although his preparations were made as quietly as possible, the presence of his vessel was discovered by some fishermen. They knew that it was a pirate ship, and some of them who had seen Lolo Noir recognized that dreaded pirate upon the deck. Word of the impending danger was taken to the town, and the people there immediately sent a message by land to Havana, informing the governor of the island that the cruel pirate Lolo Noir was in a ship a short distance from their village, which he undoubtedly intended to attack. When the governor heard this astonishing tale, it was almost impossible for him to believe it. The good news of the death of Lolo Noir had come from Campeche to Havana, and the people of the latter town also rejoiced greatly. To be now told that this scourge of the West Indies was alive and was about to fall upon a peaceful little village on the island over which he ruled, filled the governor with rage as well as amazement, and he ordered a well-armed ship with a large crew of fighting men to sail immediately for Dillon Cahillot, giving the captain express orders that he was not to come back until he had obliterated from the face of the earth the whole of the wretched gang with the exception of the leader. This extraordinary villain was to be brought to Havana to be treated as the governor should see fit. In order that his commands should be executed promptly and effectually, the governor sent a big negro slave in the ship who was charged with the duty of hanging every one of the pirates except Lolo Noir. By the time the war vessel had arrived at Dillon Cahillot, Lolo Noir had made his preparation to attack the place. He had procured two large canoes, and in these he had intended to row up to the town and land with his men. But now there was a change in the state of affairs, and he was obliged to alter his plans. The ordinary person in command of two small boats who should suddenly discover that a village which he supposed almost defenseless was protected by a large man of war with cannon and a well-armed crew would have altered his plans so completely that he would have left that part of the coast of Cuba with all possible expedition. But the pirates of that day seemed to pay very little attention to the element of the odds. If they met an enemy who was weak they would fall upon him, and if they met with one who was a good deal stronger than themselves they would fall upon him all the same. When the time came to fight they fought. Of course Lolo Noir could not now row leisurely up to the town and begin to pillage it as he had intended. But no intention of giving up his project entered his mind. As the Spanish vessel was in his way he would attack her and get her out of his way if the thing could be done. In this new state of affairs he was obliged to use stratagem, and he also needed a larger force than he had with him, and he therefore captured some men who were fishing along the coast and put them into his canoes to help work the oars. Then by night he proceeded slowly in the direction of the Spanish vessel. The man of war was anchored not very far from the town, and when about two o'clock in the morning the watch on deck saw some canoes approaching they supposed them to be boats from shore, for as has been said such vessels were continually plying about those shallow waters. The canoes were hailed and after having given an account of themselves they were asked if they knew anything about the pirate ship upon the coast. Relinois understood very well that it would not do for him or his men to make answer to these inquiries, for their speech would have shown they did not belong to those parts. Therefore he made one of his prisoner fishermen answer that they had not seen a pirate vessel, and if there had been one there it must have sailed away when its captain heard the Spanish ship was coming. Then the canoes were allowed to go their way, but their way was a very different one from any which could have been expected by the captain of the ship. They rode off into the darkness instead of going toward the town and waited until nearly daybreak, then they boldly made for the man of war. One canoe attacking her on one side and the other on the other. Before the Spanish could comprehend what had happened there were more than 20 pirates upon their decks, the dreaded Lollinois at their head. In such a cases this cannon were of no use and when the crew tried to rush upon deck they found that cutlery and pistols did not avail very much better. The pirates had the advantage, they had overpowered the watch and were defending the deck against all comers from below. It requires a very brave sailor to stick his head out of a hatchway when he sees three or four cutlasses ready to split it open. But there was some stout fighting on board. The officers came out of their cabins and some of the men were able to force their way out into the struggle. The pirates knew however that they were but few and that were their enemies allowed to get on deck they would prove entirely too strong and they fought each scoundrel of them like three men and the savage fight ended by every Spanish sailor or officer who was not killed or wounded being forced to stay below decks where the hatches were securely fastened down upon them. Lola Noir now stood a proud victor on the deck of his prize and, being a man of principle, he determined to live up to the distinguished reputation which he had acquired in that part of the world. Bearing his muscular and hairy right arm he clutched the handle of his sharp and heavy cutlass and ordered the prisoners to be brought up from below one at a time and conducted to the place where he stood. He wished to give Spain a lesson which would make her understand that he was not to be interfered with in the execution of his enterprises and he determined to allow himself the pleasure of personally teaching this lesson. As soon as a prisoner was brought to Lola Noir he struck off his head and this performance he continued beginning with number one and going on until he had counted ninety. The last one brought to him was the Negro slave. This man who was not a soldier was desperately frightened and begged piteously for his life. Lola Noir finding that the man was willing to tell everything he knew questioned him about the sending of this vessel from Havana and when the poor fellow had finished by telling that he had come there not of his own accord but simply for the purpose of obeying his master to hang all the pirates except their leader that great Buccaneer laughed and finding he could get nothing more from the Negro cut off his head likewise and his body was tumbled into the sea after those of his companions. Now there was not a Spaniard left on board the great ship except one who had been preserved from the fate of the others because Lola Noir had some correspondence to attend to and he needed a messenger to carry a letter. The pirate captain went into the cabin where he found writing materials ready to his hand and there he composed a letter to the governor of Havana a part of which read as follows I shall never hence forward give quarter unto any Spaniard whatsoever and I have great hopes that I shall execute on your own person the very same punishment I have done to them you sent against me thus I have retaliated the kindness you designed unto me and my companions when this message was received by the dignified official who filled the post of governor of Cuba he stormed and fairly foamed at the mouth to be utterly foiled and discomfited by this resurrected pirate and to be afterwards addressed in terms of such unheard of insolence and abuse was more than he could bear and in the presence of many of his officials and attendants he swore a terrible oath that after that hour he would never again give quarter to any Buccaneer no matter when or where he was captured or what he might be doing at the time every man of the wretched band should die as soon as he could lay hands upon him but when the inhabitants of Havana and the surrounding villages heard of this terrible resolution of their governor they were very much disturbed they lived in constant danger of attack especially those who were engaged in fishing or maritime pursuits and they feared that when it became known that no Buccaneer was to receive quarter the Spanish colonists would be treated in the same way no matter where they might be found and taken consequently it was represented to the governor that his plan of vengeance would work most disastrously for the Spanish settlers for the Buccaneers could do far more damage to them than he could possibly do to these dreadful brethren of the coast and that unless he wished to bring upon them troubles greater than those of famine or pestilence they begged that he would retract his oath when the high dignitary had cooled down a little he saw that there was a good deal of sense in what the representative of the people had said to him and he consequently felt obliged in consideration of the public safety to take back what he had said and to give up the purpose which would have rendered unsafe the lives of so many peaceable people. Lola Noir was now the professor of a fine vessel which had not been in the least injured during the battle in which it had been won but his little crew some of whom had been killed and wounded was insufficient to work such a ship upon an important cruise on the high seas and he also discovered much to his surprise that there were very few provisions on board for when the vessel was sent from Havana it was supposed she would make but a very short cruise. This savage swinger of the cutlass thereupon concluded that he would not try to do any great thing for the present but having obtained some booty and men from the Wobigong town of Delocchio he sailed away touching at several other small ports for the purpose of pillage and finally anchoring at Tortuga. End of chapter 13 Chapter 14 of Buccaneers and Pirates of our Coasts This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Lucy LaFaro, New South Wales, Australia. Buccaneers and Pirates of our Coasts by Frank R Stockton Chapter 14 Villainy on a Grand Scale When Lola Noire landed on the disreputable shores of Tortuga he was received by all circles of the vicious society of the island with loud acclamation. He had not only taken a fine Spanish ship he had not only bearded the governor of Havana in his fortified den but he had struck off ninety heads with his own hand. Even people who did not care for him before revered him now. In all the annals of piracy no hero had ever done such a deed as this and the best records of human butchering had been broken. Now grand and ambitious ideas began to swell the head of this champion slaughterer and he conceived the plan of getting up a grand expedition to go forth and capture the important town of Maracaibo in New Venezuela. This was an enterprise far above the ordinary aims of a Buccaneer and it would require more than ordinary force to accomplish it. He therefore set himself to work to enlist a large number of men and to equip a fleet of vessels of which he was to be chief commander or admiral. There were a great many unemployed pirates in Tortuga at that time and many a brawny rascal volunteered to sail under the flag of the daring butcher of the seas. But in order to equip a fleet money was necessary as well as men and therefore Lola Noir thought himself very lucky when he succeeded in interesting the principal piratical capitalist of Tortuga in his undertaking. This was an old and seasoned Buccaneer by the name of Michael DeBasco who had made money enough by his piratical exploits to retire from business and live on his income. He held the position of mayor of the island and was an important man among his fellow miscreants. When DeBasco heard of the great expedition which Lola Noir was about to undertake his whole soul was fired and he could not rest tamely in his comfortable quarters when such great things were to be done and he offered to assist Lola Noir with funds and join in the expedition if he were made commander of the land forces. This offer was accepted gladly for DeBasco had a great reputation as a fighter in Europe as well as in America. When everything had been made ready Lola Noir set sail for Maracaibo with a fleet of eight ships on the way they captured two Spanish vessels both of which were rich prizes and at last they arrived before the town which they intended to capture. Maracaibo was a prosperous place of three or four thousand inhabitants they were rich people living in fine houses and many of them had plantations which extended out into the country. In every way the town possessed great attractions to piratical marauders but there were difficulties in the way being such an important place of course it had important defences. On an island in the harbour there was a strong fort or castle and on another island a little further from the town there was a tall tower on the top of which a sentinel was posted night and day to give notice of any approaching enemy. Between these two islands was the only channel by which the town could be approached from the sea but in preparing these defences the authorities had thought only of defending themselves against ordinary naval forces and had not anticipated the extraordinary naval methods of the Buccaneers who used to be merely sea robbers who fell upon ships after they had left their ports but who now set out to capture not only ships at sea but towns on land. Lola Noire had too much sense to run his ships close under the guns of the fortress against which he could expect to do nothing for the Buccaneers relied but little upon their cannon and so they paid no more attention to the ordinary harbour than if it had not been there but sailed into a freshwater lake at some distance from the town and out of sight of the tower. There Lola Noire landed his men and advancing upon the fort from the rear easily crossed over to the little island and marched upon the fort. It was very early in the morning the garrison was utterly amazed by this attack from land and although they fought bravely for three hours they were obliged to give up the defense of the walls and as many of them as could do so got out of the fort and escaped to the mainland and the town. Lola Noire now took possession of the fort and then with the greater part of his men he returned to his ships brought them around to the entrance of the bay and then boldly sailed with his whole fleet under the very noses of the cannon and anchored in the harbour in front of the town. When the citizens of Maracaibo heard from the escape in garrison that the fort had been taken they were filled with horror and dismay for they had no further means of defense. They knew that the pirates had come there for no other object than to rob, pillage and cruelly treat them and consequently as many as possible hurried away into the woods and the surrounding country with as many of their valuables as they could carry. They resembled the citizens of a town attacked by the cholera or the plague and in fact they would have preferred a most terrible pestilence to this terrible scourge of piracy from which they were about to suffer. As soon as Lola Noire and his wild pirates had landed in the city they devoted themselves entirely to eating and drinking and making themselves merry. They had been on short commons during the latter part of their voyage and they had a royal time with the abundance of food and wine which they found in the houses of the town. The next day however they set about attending to the business which had brought them here. The parties of pirates were sent out into the surrounding country to find the people who had run away and to take from them the treasures they had carried off. But although a great many of the poor miserable unfortunate citizens were captured and brought back to the town there was found upon them very little money and but few jewels or ornaments of value. And now Lola Noire began to prove how much worse his presence was than any other misfortune which could have happened to the town. He tortured the poor prisoners men women and children to make them tell where they had hidden their treasures sometimes hacking one of them with his sword declaring at the same time that if he did not tell where his money was hidden him would immediately set to work to cut up his family and his friends. The cruelty inflicted upon the inhabitants by this vile and beastly pirate and his men were so horrible that they could not be put into print. Even John Esquimaling who wrote the account of it had not the heart to tell everything that had happened. But after two weeks of horror and torture the pirates were able to get but comparatively little out of the town and they therefore determined to go somewhere else where they might do better. At the southern end of Lake Maracaibo about 40 leagues from the town which the pirates had just desolated and ruined lay Gibraltar a good-sized and prosperous town and for this place Lola Noire and his fleet now set sail. But they were not able to approach unsuspected and unseen for news of their terrible doings had gone before them and their coming was expected. When they drew near the town they saw the flag flying from the fort and they knew that every preparation had been made for defence. To attack such a place as this was a rash undertaking. The Spaniards had perhaps a thousand soldiers and the pirates numbered about three hundred and eighty but Lola Noire did not hesitate. As usual he had no thought of bombardment or any ordinary method of naval warfare but at the first convenient spot he landed all his men and having drawn them up in a body he made them an address. He made them understand clearly the difficult piece of work which was before them but he assured them that pirates were so much in the habit of conquering Spaniards that if they would all promise to follow him and do their best he was certain he could take the town. He assured them that it would be an innoble thing to give up such a grant enterprise as this simply because they found the enemy strong and so well prepared to meet them and ended by stating that if he saw a man flinch or hold back for a second he would pistol him with his own hand. Whereupon the pirates awed shook hands and promised they would follow Lola Noire wherever he might lead them and they truly did and Lola Noire having a very imperfect knowledge of the proper way to the town led them into a wild bog where this precious pack of rascals soon found themselves up to their knees in mud and water and in spite of all the cursing and swearing they did they were not able to press through the bog or get out of it. In this plight they were discovered by a body of horsemen from the town who began firing upon them. The Spaniards must now have thought that their game was almost bagged and that all they had to do was to stand on the edge of the bog and shoot down the floundering fellows who could not get away from them but these fellows were bloody buccaneers. Each one of them a great deal harder to kill than a cat and they did not propose to stay in the bog to be shot down. With their cutlasses they hewed off branches of trees and threw these down in the bog making a sort of rude roadway by means of which they were able to get out on solid ground but here they found themselves confronted by a large body of Spaniards entrenched behind earthworks. Cannon and musket were opened upon the buccaneers and the noise and smoke was so terrible they could scarcely hear the commands of their leaders. Never before perhaps had pirates been engaged in such a land battle as this. Very soon the Spaniards charged from behind their earthworks and then Lola Noir and his men were actually obliged to fly back. If he could have found any way of retreating to his ships Lola Noir would doubtless have done so in spite of his dirty words when he addressed his men but this was now impossible for the Spaniards had felled trees and had made a barricade between the pirates and their ships. The buccaneers were now in a very tight place. Their enemy was behind defences and firing at them steadily without showing any intention of coming out to give the pirates a chance for what they considered a fair fight. Every now and then a buccaneer would fall and Lola Noir saw that as it would be utterly useless to endeavor to charge the barricade he must resort to some sort of trickery or else give up the battle. Suddenly he passed the word for every man to turn his back and run away as fast as he could from the earthworks. Away scampered the pirates and from the valiant Spaniards there came a shout of victory. The soldiers could not be restrained from following the fugitives and putting to death every one of the cowardly rascals. Away went the buccaneers and after them hot and furious came the soldiers but as soon as the Spaniards were so far away from their entrenchments that they could not get back to them the crafty Lola Noir who ran with one eye turned behind him called a halt. His men turned formed into battle array and began an onslaught upon their pursuing enemy such as these military persons had never dreamed of in their wildest imagination. We are told that over 200 Spaniards perished in a very short time. Before a furious pirate with a cutlass a soldier with a musket seemed to have no chance at all and very soon the Spaniards who were left alive broke and ran into the woods. The buccaneers formed into a body and marched toward the town which surrendered without firing a gun and Lola Noir and his men who but an hour before had been in danger of being shot down by their enemy as if they had been rabbits in a pen now marched boldly into the centre of town pulled down the Spanish flag and hoisted their own in its place. They were the masters of Gibraltar never had ambitious villainy been more successful. End of chapter 14 chapter 15 of buccaneers and pirates of our coasts this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org recording by Lucy LeFauro New South Wales Australia buccaneers and pirates of our coasts by Frank R. Stockton chapter 15 a just reward when Lola Noir and his buccaneers entered the town of Gibraltar they found that the greater part of the inhabitants had fled but there were many people left and these were made prisoners as fast as they were discovered. They were all forced to go into the great church and then the pirates fearing that the Spaniards outside of the town might be reinforced and come back again to attack them carried a number of cannon into the church and fortified the building. When this had been done they felt safe and began to act as if they had been a menagerie of wild beasts let loose upon a body of defenseless men women and children not only did these wretched men rush into the houses stealing everything valuable they could find and were able to carry away but when they had gathered together all they could discover they tortured their poor prisoners by every cruel method they could think of in order to make them tell where more treasures were concealed. Many of these unfortunates had had nothing to hide and therefore could give no information to their brutal inquisitors and others died without telling what they had done with their valuables. When the town had been thoroughly searched and sifted the pirates sent men out into the little villages and plantations in the country and even hunters and small farmers were captured and made to give up everything they possessed which was worth taking. For nearly three weeks these outrageous proceedings continued and to prove that they were lower than the brute beasts they allowed the greater number of the prisoners collected in the church to perish of hunger. There were not provisions enough in the town for the pirates' own uses and for these miserable creatures also and so with the exception of a small quantity of mule flesh which many of the prisoners could not eat they got nothing whatever and slowly starved. When Lola Noir and his friends had been in possession of Gibraltar for about a month they thought it was time to leave but their greedy souls were not satisfied with the booty they had already obtained and they therefore sent messages to the Spaniards who were still concealed in the forests that unless in the course of two days a ransom of 10 000 pieces of eight were paid to them they would burn the town to the ground. No matter what they thought of this heartless demand it was not easy for the scattered citizens to collect such a sum as this and the two days passed without the payment of the ransom and the relentless pirates promptly carried out their threat and set the town on fire in various places. When the poor Spaniards saw this and perceived that they were about to lose even their homes they sent to the town and promised that if the pirates would put out the fires they would pay the money. In the hope of more money and not in the least moved by any feeling of kindness Lola Noir ordered his men to help put out the fires but they were not extinguished until a quarter of the town was entirely burned and a fine church reduced to ashes. When the Buccaneers found they could squeeze nothing more out of the town they went on board their ships carrying with them all the plunder and booty they had collected and among their spoils were about 500 slaves of all ages and both sexes who had been offered an opportunity to ransom themselves but who of course had no money with which to buy their freedom and who were now condemned to a captivity worse than anything they had ever known before. Now the eight ships with their demon crew sailed away over the lake toward Maracaibo. It was quite possible for them to get out to sea without revisiting this unfortunate town but as this would have been a very good thing for them to do it was impossible for them to do it. No chance to do anything wicked was ever missed by these pirates. Consequently Lola Noir gave orders to drop anchor near the city and then he sent some messengers ashore to inform the already half ruined citizens that unless they sent him 30,000 pieces of eight they would enter their town again carry away everything they had left and burn the place to the ground. The poor citizens sent a committee to confer with the pirates and while the negotiations were going on some of the consciousness Buccaneers went on shore and carried off from one of the great churches its images pictures and even its bells. It was at last arranged that the citizens should pay 20,000 pieces of eight which was the utmost sum they could possibly raise and in addition to this 500 head of beef cattle and the pirates promised that if this were done they would depart and molest the town no more. The money was paid the cattle were put on board the ships and to the unspeakable relief of the citizens the pirate fleet sailed away from the harbour but it would be difficult to express the horror and dismay of those same citizens when three days afterward those pirate ships all came back again. Black despair now fell upon the town there was nothing more to be stolen and these wretches must have repented that they had left the town standing and had returned to burn it down but when one man came ashore in a boat bringing the intelligence that Lola Noir could not get his largest ship across a bar at the entrance of the lake and that he wanted a pilot to show him the channel then the spirits of the people went up like one great united rocket bursting into the most beautiful coruscations of sparks and colors. There was nothing on earth that they would be so glad to furnish him as a pilot to show him how to sail away from their shores. The pilot was instantly sent to the fleet and Lola Noir and his devastating band departed. They did not go directly to Tortuga but stopped at a little island near Hispaniola which was inhabited by French buccaneers and this delay was made entirely for the purpose of dividing the booty. It seemed strange that any principle of right and justice should have been regarded by these dishonest knaves even in their relations to each other but they had rigid rules in regard to the division of their spoils and according to these curious regulations the whole amount of plunder was apportioned among the officers and crews of the different ships. Before the regular allotment of shares was made the claims of the wounded were fully satisfied according to their established code. For the loss of a right arm a man was paid about six hundred dollars or six slaves. For the loss of a left arm five hundred dollars or five slaves for a missing right leg five hundred dollars or five slaves for a missing left leg four hundred dollars or four slaves. For an eye or a finger one hundred dollars or one slave. Then the rest of the money and spoils were divided among all the buccaneers without reference to what had been paid to the wounded. The shares of those who had been killed were given to friends or acquaintances who undertook to deliver them to their families. The spoils in this case consisted of two hundred and sixty thousand dollars in money and a great quantity of valuable goods besides many slaves and precious stones and jewels. These latter were apportioned among the men in the most ridiculous manner. The pirates having no idea of the relative value of the jewels some of them preferring large and worthless colored stones to smaller diamonds and rubies. When all their wickedly gained property had been divided the pirates sailed to Tortuga where they proceeded without loss of time to get rid of the wealth they had amassed. They ate, they drank, they gambled. They crowded the taverns as taverns have never been crowded before. They sold their valuable merchandise for a twentieth part of its value to some of the more level-headed people of the place and having rioted, gambled and committed every sort of extravagance for about three weeks the majority of Lola Noir's rascally crew found themselves as poor as when they had started off on their expedition. It took them almost as long to divide their spoils as it did to get rid of them. As these precious rascals had now nothing to live upon it was necessary to start out again and commit some more acts of robbery and ruin. And Lola Noir whose rapacious mind seems to have been filled with a desire for town destroying projected an expedition to Nicaragua where he proposed to pillage and devastate as many towns and villages as possible. His reputation as a successful commander was now so high that he had no trouble in getting men for more offered themselves than he could possibly take. He departed with seven hundred men and six ships stopping on the way near the coast of Cuba and robbing some poor fishermen of their boats which he would need in shallow water. Their voyage was a very long one and they were beset by calms and instead of reaching Nicaragua they drifted into the gulf of Honduras. Here they found themselves nearly out of provisions and were obliged to land and scour the country to find something to eat. Leaving their ships they began to land march through the unfortunate region where they now found themselves. They robbed Indians they robbed villages they devastated little towns taking everything that they cared for and burning what they did not want and treating the people they captured with vile accrualities than any in which the Buccaneers had yet indulged. Their great object was to take everything they could find and then try to make the people confess where other things were hidden. Men and women were hacked to pieces with swords. It was Lola Noir's pleasure when a poor victim had nothing to tell to tear out his tongue with his own hands and it is said that on some occasions his fury was so great that he would cut out the heart of a man and bite at it with his great teeth. No more dreadful miseries could be conceived than those inflicted upon the peaceful inhabitants of the country through which these wretches passed. They frequently met ambiscades of Spaniards who endeavored to stop their progress but this was impossible. The pirates were too strong in number and too savage in disposition to be resisted by ordinary Christians and they kept on their wicked way. At last they reached a town called San Pedro which was fairly well defended having around it a great hedge of prickly thorns but thorns cannot keep out pirates and after severe fight the citizens surrendered on condition that they should have two hours truce. This was given and the time was occupied by the people in running away into the woods and carrying off their valuables but when the two hours had expired Lola Noir and his men entered the town and instead of rummaging around to see what they could find they followed the unfortunate people into the woods for they well understood what they wanted when they asked for a truce and robbed them of nearly everything they had taken away but the capture of this town was not of much service to Lola Noir who did not find provisions enough to feed his men. Their supplies ran very low and it was not long before they were in dangerous starvation. Consequently they made their way by the most direct course to the coast where they hoped to be able to get something to eat. If they could find nothing else they might at least catch fish. On their way every rascal of them prepared himself a net made out of the fibres of a certain plant which grew in abundance in those regions in order that he might catch himself a supper when he reached the sea. After a time the buccaneers got back to their fleet and remained on the coast about three months waiting for some expected Spanish ships which they hoped to capture. They eventually met with one and after a great deal of ordinary fighting and stratagem they boarded and took her but found her not a very valuable prize. Now Lola Noir proposed to his men that they should sail for Guatemala but he met with an unexpected obstacle. The buccaneers who had enlisted under him had expected to make great fortunes in this expedition but their high hopes had not been realised. They had had very little booty and very little food. They were hungry and disappointed and wanted to go home and the great majority of them declined to follow Lola Noir any farther but there were some who declared that they would rather die than go home to Tortuga as poor as when they left it and so remained with Lola Noir on the biggest ship of the fleet which he commanded. The smaller vessels now departed for Tortuga and after some trouble Lola Noir succeeded in getting his vessel out of the harbour where it had been anchored and sailed for the islands of Della Pertes. Here he had the misfortune to run his big vessel hopelessly aground. When they found it absolutely impossible to get their great vessel off the sandbanks the pirates set to work to break her up and build a boat out of her planks. This was a serious undertaking but it was all they could do. They could not swim away and their ship was of no use to them as she was but when they began to work they had no idea it would take so long to build a boat. It was several months before the unwieldy craft was finished and they occupied part of the time in gardening planting French beans which came to maturity in six weeks and gave them some fresh vegetables. They also had some stalls and portable stoves on board the dismantled ship and made bread from some wheat which was among their provisions thus managing to live very well. Lola Noir was never intended by nature to be a boat builder or anything else that was useful and honest and when the boat was finished it was discovered that it had been planned so badly that it would not hold them all so all they could do was to draw lots to see who should embark in her for one half of them would have to stay until the others came back to release them. Of course Lola Noir went away in the boat and reached the mouth of the Nicaragua River. There his party was attacked by some Spaniards and Indians who killed more than half of them and prevented the others from landing. Lola Noir and the rest of his men got safely away and they might now have sailed back to the island where they had left their comrades for there was room enough for them all in the boat but they did nothing of the sort but went to the coast of Cartagena. The pirates left on the island were eventually taken off by a buccaneering vessel but Lola Noir had now reached the end of the string by which the devil had allowed him to gamble on this earth for so long a time. On the shores where he had now landed he did not find prosperous villages, treasure houses and peaceful inhabitants who could be robbed and tortured but instead of these he came upon a community of Indians who were called by the Spaniards bravos or wild men. These people would never have anything to do with the whites. It was impossible to conquer them or to pacify them buccane treatment. They hated the white man and would have nothing to do with him. They had heard of Lola Noir and his buccaneers and when they found this notorious pirate upon their shores they were filled with a fury such as they had never felt for any others of his race. These bloody pirates had always conquered in their desperate fights because they were so reckless and so savage but now they had fallen among thoroughbred savages more cruel and more brutal and pitiless than themselves. Nearly all the buccaneers were killed and Lola Noir was taken prisoner. His furious captors tore his living body apart piece by piece and threw each fragment into the fire and when the whole of this most inhuman of inhuman men had been entirely consumed they scattered his ashes to the winds so that not a trace should remain on earth of this monster. If in his infancy he had died of croup the history of the human race would have lost some of its blackest pages. A Pirate Potentate Sometime in the last half of the seventeenth century on a quiet farm in a secluded part of Wales there was born a little baby boy. His father was a farmer and his mother churned and tended the cows and the chickens and there was no reason to imagine that this gentle little baby born and reared in this rural solitude would become one of the most formidable pirates that the world ever knew. Yet such was the case. The baby's name was Henry Morgan and as he grew to be a big boy a distaste for farming grew within him. So strong was his dislike that when he became a young man he ran away to the sea coast for he had a fancy to be a sailor. There he found a ship bound for the West Indies and in this he started out on his life's career. He had no money to pay his passage and therefore followed the usual custom of those days and sold himself for a term of three years to an agent who was taking out a number of men to work on the plantation. In the places where these men were enlisted they were termed servants but when they got to the new world they were generally called slaves and treated as such. When young Morgan reached the Barbados he was resold to a planter and during his term of service he probably worked a good deal harder and was treated much more roughly than any of the laborers on his father's farm. But as soon as he was a free man he went to Jamaica and there were a few places in the world where a young man could be more free and more independent than in this lawless island. Here were rollicking and blustering filibusters and here the young men determined to study piracy. He was not a sailor and a hunter who by the force of circumstances gradually became a buccaneer but he deliberately selected his profession and immediately set to work to acquire a knowledge of its practice. There was a buccaneer's ship about to sail from Jamaica and on this Morgan enlisted. He was a clever fellow and very soon showed himself to be a brave and able sailor. After three or four voyages he acquired a reputation for remarkable coolness in emergencies and showed an ability to take advantage of favorable circumstances which was not possessed by many of his comrades. These prominent traits in his character became the foundation of his success. He also proved himself a very good businessman and having saved a considerable amount of money he joined with some other buccaneers and bought a ship, of which he took command. This ship soon made itself a scourge in the Spanish seas. No other buccaneering vessel was so widely known and so greatly feared and the English people in these regions were as proud of the young Captain Morgan as if he had been a regularly commissioned admiral cruising against an acknowledged enemy. Returning from one of his voyages Morgan found an old buccaneer named Mansveld in Jamaica who had gathered together a fleet of vessels with which he was about to sail for the mainland. This expedition seemed a promising one to Morgan and he joined it being elected Vice Admiral of the fleet of fifteen vessels. Since the success of La Noire and others attacks upon towns had become very popular with the buccaneers whose leaders were getting to be tired of the retail branch of their business, that is sailing about in one ship and capturing such merchantmen as it might fall in with. Mansveld's expedition took with it not only six hundred fighting pirates, but one riding pirate, for John Esquimelling accompanied it, and so far as the fame and reputation of these adventurers was concerned his pen was mightier than their swords, for had it not been for his account of their deeds very little about them would have been known to the world. The fleet sailed directly from St. Catherine, an island near Costa Rica, which was strongly fortified by the Spaniards and used by them as a station for ammunition and supplies and also as a prison. The pirates landed upon the island and made a most furious assault upon the fortifications, and although they were built of stone and well furnished with cannon, the savage assailants met with their usual good fortune. They swarmed over the walls and carried the place at the edge of the cutlass and the mouth of the pistol. In this fierce fight Morgan performed such feats of valor that even some of the Spaniards who had been taken prisoners were forced to praise his extraordinary courage and ability as a leader. The Buccaneers proceeded to make very good use of their victory. They captured some small adjoining islands and brought the cannon from them to the main fortress, which they put in a good condition of defense. Here they confined all their prisoners and slaves and supplied the island with an abundance of stores and provisions. It is believed that when Mansvelt formed the plan of capturing this island he did so with the idea of founding there a permanent pirate principality, the inhabitants of which should not consider themselves English, Dutch or French, but plain pirates, having a nationality in country of their own. Had the seed thus planted by Mansvelt and Morgan grown and matured, it is not unlikely that the whole of the West Indies might now be owned and inhabited by an independent nation whose founders were the bold Buccaneers. When everything had been made tight and right at St. Catherine Mansvelt and Morgan sailed for the mainland for the purpose of attacking an island town called Nada, but in this expedition they were not successful. The Spanish governor of the province had heard of their approach and met them with a body of soldiers so large that they prudently gave up the attempt. A proceeding not very common with them, but Morgan was not only a daredevil of a pirate, but a very shrewd Welshman. They returned to the ships, and after touching at St. Catherine and leaving there enough men to defend it, under the command of a Frenchman named Le Sur Simon, they sailed for Jamaica. Everything at St. Catherine was arranged for permanent occupation. There was plenty of fresh water, and the ground could be cultivated, and Simon was promised that additional forces should be sent to him so that he could hold the island as a regular station for the assembling and fitting out of pirate vessels. The permanent pirate colony never came to anything. No reinforcements were sent. Mansvelt died, and the Spaniards gathered together a sufficient force to retake the island of St. Catherine and make prisoners of Simon and his men, who had had great hopes of the fortified station he had thought so firmly established, but after the project failed he set about forming another expedition. He was now recognized as Buccaneer-in-Chief of the West Indies, and he very soon gathered together twelve ships and seven hundred men. Everything was made ready to sail, and the only thing left to be done was to decide what particular place they should favor with a visit. There were some who advised an attack upon Havana, giving as reason that in that city there were a great many nuns, monks, and priests, and if they could capture them, they might ask as ransom for them, a sum a great deal larger than they could expect to get from the pillage of an ordinary town. But Havana was considered to be too strong a place for a profitable venture, and after several suggestions had been made, at last a deserter from the Spanish army, who had joined them, came forward with a good idea. He told the pirates of a town in Cuba, to which he knew the way, it was named Port-au-Prince, and was situated so far inland that it had never been sacked. When the pirates heard that there existed an entirely fresh and unpillaged town, they were filled with as much excited delight as if they had been a party of schoolboys, who had just been told where they might find a tree full of ripe apples, which had been overlooked by the men who had been gathering the crop. When Morgan's fleet arrived at the nearest harbor to Port-au-Prince, he landed his men and marched toward the town, but he did not succeed in making a secret attack as he had hoped. One of his prisoners, a Spaniard, let himself drop overboard as soon as the vessels cast anchor, and swimming ashore, hurried to Port-au-Prince and informed the governor of the attack which was about to be made on the town. Thus prepared, this able commander knew just what to do. He marched a body of soldiers along the road by which the pirates must come, and when he found a suitable spot he caused great trees to be cut down and laid across the road, thus making a formidable barricade. Behind this his soldiers were posted with their muskets and their cannon, and when the pirates should arrive they would find that they would have to do some extraordinary fighting before they could pass this well-defended barrier. When Morgan came within sight of this barricade, he understood that the Spaniards had discovered his approach, and so he called a halt. He had always been opposed to unnecessary work, and he considered that it would be entirely unnecessary to attempt to disturb this admirable defense. So he left the road, marched his men into the woods, led them entirely around the barricades, and then, after proceeding a considerable distance, emerged upon a wide plain which lay before the town. Here he found that he would have to fight his way into the city, and probably much to his surprise, his men were presently charged by a body of cavalry. Pirates as a rule have nothing to do with horses, either in peace or war, and the governor of the town no doubt thought that when his well-armed horsemen charged upon these men, accustomed to fighting on the decks of ships and totally unused to cavalry combats, he would soon scatter and disperse them. But pirates are peculiar fighters. If they had been attacked from above by means of balloons, or from below by mines and explosives, they would doubtless have adapted their style of defense to the method of attack. They always did this, and according to Esquimelling they nearly always got the better of their enemies. But we must remember that in cases where they did not succeed, as happened when they marched against the town of Nada, he says very little about the affair and amplifies only the accounts of their successes. But the pirates routed the horsemen, and after a fight of about four hours they routed all the other Spaniards who resisted them, and took possession of the town. Here they captured a great many prisoners, which they shut up in the churches, and then sent detachments out into the country to look for those who had run away. Then these utterly debased and cruel men began their usual course after capturing a town. They pillaged, feasted, and rioted. They gave no thought to the needs of the prisoners whom they had shut up in the churches, many of whom starved to death. They tortured the poor people to make them tell where they had hid their treasures, and nothing was too vile or too wicked for them to do if they thought they could profit by it. They had come for the express purpose of taking everything that the people possessed, and until they had forced from them all that was of the slightest value they were not satisfied. Even when the poor citizens seemed to have given everything they owned, they were informed that if they did not pay too heavy ransoms, one to protect themselves from being carried away into slavery, and one to keep their town from being burned, the same punishments would be inflicted upon them. For two weeks the pirates waited for the unfortunate citizens to go out into the country and find some of their townsmen who had escaped with a portion of their treasure. In those days people did not keep their wealth in banks that they do now, but every man was the custodian of most of his own possessions. And when they fled from the visitation of an enemy, they took with them everything of value that they could carry. If their fortunes had been deposited in banks, it would doubtless have been more convenient for the pirates. Before the citizens returned Morgan made a discovery. A negro was captured who carried letters from the Governor of Santiago, a neighboring city, to some of the citizens of Port-au-Prince, telling them not to be in too great a hurry to pay the ransom demanded by the pirates, because he was coming with a strong force to their assistance. When Morgan read these letters he changed his mind and thought it would be a wise thing not to stay in that region any longer than could be helped. So he decided not to wait for the unfortunate citizens to collect the heavy ransom he demanded, but told them that if they would furnish him with five hundred head of cattle, and also supply salt and help prepare the meat for shipment, he would make no further demands upon them. This, of course, the citizens were glad enough to do, and when the buccaneers had carried to the ships everything they had stolen, and when the beef had been put on board, they sailed away. Morgan directed the course of the fleet to a small island on which he wished to land in order that they might make an account of stock and divide the profits. This the pirates always did as soon as possible, after they had concluded one of their nefarious enterprises. Morgan estimated the total value of the booty to be about fifty thousand dollars, and when this comparatively small sum was divided, many of the men complained that it would not give them enough to pay their debts in Jamaica. They were utterly astonished that after having sacked an entirely fresh town they should have so little, and there is no doubt that many of them believed that their leader was a man who carried on the business of piracy for the purpose of enriching himself, while he gave his followers barely enough to keep them quiet. There was, however, another cause of discontent among the large body of the men. It appears that the men were very fond of marrow bones, and while they were yet at Port-au-Prince and the prisoners were salting the meat, which was to go on the ships, the buccaneers went about them and took the marrow bones which they cooked and ate while they were fresh. One of the men, a Frenchman, had selected a very fine bone, and had put it by his side while he was preparing some other tidbits, when an Englishman came along, picked up the bone and carried it away. Now, even in the chronicles of Mother Goose we are told of the intimate connection between Welshman, thievery, and marrow bones. For Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief, Taffy came to my house and stole a leg of beef. I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in home, Taffy went to my house and stole a marrow bone. What happened to Taffy we do not know, but Morgan was a Welshman, Morgan was a thief, and one of his men had stolen a marrow bone, therefore came trouble. The Frenchman challenged the Englishman, but the latter, being a mean scoundrel, took advantage of his opponent, unfairly stabbed him in the back and killed him. Now all the Frenchman in the company rose in furious protest, and Morgan, wishing to pacify them, had the English assassin put in chains, and promised that he would take him to Jamaica and deliver him to justice. But the Frenchman declined to be satisfied, they had received but very little money after they had pillaged a rich town, and they believed that their English companions were inclined to take advantage of them in every way, and consequently the greater part of them banded together and deliberately deserted Morgan, who was obliged to go back to Jamaica with not more than half his regular forces, doubtless wishing that the cattle on the island of Cuba had been able to get along without marrow bones. CHAPTER XVII. HOW MORGAN WAS HELPED BY SOME RELIGIOUS PEOPLE. When the Welsh buccaneer started out on another expedition his company consisted entirely of Englishmen, and was not nearly so large as it had been. When he announced to his followers that he intended to attack the fortified town of Portobello on the mainland, there was a general murmuring among the men, for Portobello was one of the strongest towns possessed by the Spaniards, and the buccaneers did not believe that their comparatively small force would be able to take it. But Morgan made them a speech in which he endeavored to encourage them to follow him in this difficult undertaking. One of his arguments was that although their numbers were small their hearts were large, but he produced the greatest effect upon them when he said that as they were few each man's share of the booty would be much larger than if it must be divided among a great number. This touched the souls of the pirates, and they vowed to follow their leader wherever he might take them. The buccaneers found Portobello a very hard nut to crack. They landed and marched upon the town which was defended by several forts or castles. Even when one of these had been taken by assault, and after it had been blown up with all its garrison, who had been taken prisoners, still the town was not intimidated, and the governor vowed he would never surrender but would die fighting to the last. The pirates raged like demons, they shot down every man they could see at the cannon or upon the walls, and they made desperate efforts to capture the principal fort, but they did not succeed, and after a long time Morgan began to despair. The garrison was strong and well commanded, and whenever the pirates attempted to scale the wall they were shot down, while fire-pots full of powder with stones and other missiles were hurled upon them. At last the wily Morgan had an idea. He set his men to work to make some ladders high enough to reach to the top of the walls, and wide enough to allow three or four men to go up abreast. If he could get these properly set up, his crew of desperate tiger-cats could make a combined rush and get over the walls. But to carry the ladders and place them would be almost impossible, for the men who bore them would surely be shot down before they could finish their work. But it was not Morgan's plan that his men should carry these ladders. He had captured some convents in the suburbs of the town with a number of nuns and monks, known as religious people, and he now ordered these poor creatures, the women as well as the men, to take up the ladders and place them against the walls, believing that the Spanish governor would not allow his soldiers to fire at these innocent persons whom the pirates had forced to do their will. But the governor was determined to defend the town no matter who had to suffer, and so the soldiers fired at the nuns and monks just as though they were buccaneers or any other enemies. The religious people cried out in terror and screamed to their friends not to fire upon them, but the soldiers obeyed the commands of the governor while the pirates were swearing terribly behind them and threatening them with their pistols, and so the poor nuns and monks had to press forward many of them dropping dead or wounded. They continued their work until the ladders were placed, and then over the walls went the pirates, with yells and howls of triumph, and not long after that the town was taken. The governor died fighting in the principal fort, and the citizens and soldiers all united in the most vigorous defense, but it was of no use. Each pirate seemed to have not only nine lives but nine arms, each one wielding a cutlass or aiming a pistol. When the fighting was over the second act in the horrible drama took place as usual. The pirates ate, drank, rioted, and committed all manner of outrages and cruelties upon the inhabitants, closing the performances with the customary threat that if the already distressed and impoverished inhabitants did not pay an enormous ransom their town would be burned. Before the ransom was paid the governor of Panama heard what was going on at Portobello and sent a force to the assistance of the town, but this time the buccaneers did not hastily retreat. Morgan knew of a narrow defile through which the Spanish forces mispassed, and there he posted a number of his men, who defended the past so well that the Spaniards were obliged to retreat. This governor must have been a student of military science. He was so utterly astounded when he heard that this pirate leader, with less than four hundred men, had captured the redoubtable town of Portobello, defended by a strong garrison, and inhabited by citizens who were brave and accustomed to fighting, and being anxious to increase his knowledge of improved methods of warfare, he sent a messenger to Morgan, desiring him to send him some small pattern of those great arms wherewith he had taken, with such violence so great a city. The pirate leader received the messenger with much courtesy, and sent the governor a pistol and a few balls, desiring him to accept that slender pattern of the arms wherewith he had taken Portobello, and to keep them for a twelve-month, after which time he promised to come to Panama and fetch them away. This courteous correspondence was continued by the governor returning the pistol and balls with thanks, and also sending Morgan a handsome gold ring with the message that he need not trouble himself to come to Panama, for if he did he would meet with very different fortune from that which had come to him at Portobello. Morgan put the ring on his finger and postponed his reply, and as soon as the ransom was paid he put his booty on board his ships and departed. When the spoils of Portobello came to be counted it was found that they were of great value, and each man received a lordly share. When Captain Morgan was ready to set out on another expedition he found plenty of pirates ready to join him, and he commanded all the ships and men whom he enlisted to rendezvous at a place called the Isle of Cows. A fine large English ship had recently come to Jamaica from New England, and this vessel also joined Morgan's forces on the island, where the pirate leader took this ship as his own, being much the best and largest vessel of the fleet. Besides the ships belonging to Morgan there was in the harbor where they were now congregated a fine vessel belonging to some French buccaneers, and Morgan desired very much that this vessel should join his fleet, but the French cherished hard feelings against the English and would not join them. Although Morgan was a brave man his meanness was quite equal to his courage, and he determined to be revenged upon these Frenchmen who had refused to give him their aid, and therefore played a malicious trick upon them. Sometime before this French vessel, being out of provisions when upon the high seas, had met an English ship, and had taken from her such supplies as it had needed. The Captain did not pay for these, being out of money as well as food, not an uncommon thing among buccaneers, but they gave the English notes of exchange payable in Jamaica, but as these notes were never honoured, the people of the English ship had never been paid for their provisions. This affair properly arranged in Morgan's mind he sent a very polite note to the captain of the French ship and some of his officers, inviting them to dine with him on his own vessel. The French accepted the invitation, but when Morgan received them on board his ship he did not conduct them down to dinner. Instead of that he began to upbrade them for the manner in which they had treated an English crew, and then he ordered them to be taken down below and imprisoned in the hold. Having accomplished this, and feeling greatly elated by this piece of sly vengeance, he went into his fine cabin and he and his officer sat down to the grand feast he had prepared. There were fine times on board this great English ship. The pirates were about to set forth on an important expedition, and they celebrated the occasion by eating and drinking, firing guns, and all matter of riotous hilarity. In the midst of the wild festivities, and nobody knew how it happened, a spark of fire got into the powder magazine, and the ship blew up, sending the lifeless bodies of three hundred English sailors and the French prisoners high into the air. The only persons on board who escaped were Morgan and his officers who were in the cabin close to the stern of the vessel at some distance from the magazine. This terrible accident through the pirate fleet into great confusion for a time, but Morgan soon recovered himself, and casting about to see what was the best thing to be done, it came into his head that he would act the part of the wolf in the fable of the wolf and the lamb. As there was no way of finding out how the magazine happened to explode, he took the ground that the French prisoners whom he had shut up in the hold had thrown a lighted match into the magazine, wishing thus to avenge themselves, even though they should at the same time lose their own lives. The people of the French ship bitterly opposed any such view of the case, but their protestations were of no use. They might declare as much as they pleased that it was impossible for them to make the waters muddy, being lower down in the stream than the wolfish pirate who was accusing them, but it availed nothing. Morgan sprang upon them in their ship, and sent them to Jamaica, whereupon his false charge they were shut up in prison, and so remained for a long time. Much atrocious wickedness as the treatment of the nuns and monks, described in this chapter, would never have been countenanced in any warfare between civilized nations. But Morgan's pirates were not making war. They were robbers and murderers on a grand scale. They had no right to call themselves civilized. They were worse than barbarians. CHAPTER XVIII. A PIRATICAL AFTERMATH Morgan's destination was the Isle of Savannah, near which a great Spanish fleet was expected to pass, and here he hoped to make some rich prizes. But when he got out to sea he met with contrary and dangerous winds, which delayed him a long time, and eventually, when he arrived at Savannah, after having landed at various places where he pillaged, murdered, and burned, according to the extent of his opportunities, he found at least one half of his men and ships had not arrived. With the small force which he had now with him he could not set out to attack a Spanish fleet, and therefore he was glad to accept the suggestion made to him by a Frenchman who happened to be in his company. This man had been with Lullanas two years before when that bloody pirate had sacked the towns of Maracaibo in Gibraltar. He had made himself perfectly familiar with the fortifications and defences of these towns, and he told Morgan that it would be easy to take them. To be sure they had been thoroughly sacked before and therefore did not after the tempting inducements of perfectly fresh towns, such as Port-au-Prince, but still in two years the inhabitants must have gathered together some possessions desirable to pirates, and therefore, although Morgan could not go to these towns with the expectation of reaping a full harvest, he might at least gather up an aftermath which would pay him for his trouble. So away sailed the horde of ravenous scoundrels for the lake of Maracaibo, at the outer end of which lay the town of Maracaibo, and at the other extremity the town of Gibraltar. When they had sailed near enough to the fortifications they anchored out of sight of the watchtower and landing in the night marched on one of the forts. Here the career of Morgan came very near to closing forever. The Spaniards had discovered the approach of the pirates and this fort had been converted into a great trap in which the citizens hoped to capture and destroy the pirate leader and his men. Everybody had left the fort, the gates were open, and a slow match, communicating with the magazine, had been lighted just before the last Spaniard left. But the oldest and most sagacious of rats would be no more difficult to entrap than was the wily pirate Morgan. When he entered the open gates of the fort and found everything in perfect order he suspected a trick, and looking about him he soon saw the smoldering match. Instantly he made a dash at it, seized it, and extinguished the fire. Had he been delayed in this discovery a quarter of an hour longer he and his men would have been blown to pieces along with the fort. Now the pirates pressed on toward the town, but they met with no resistance. The Spaniards, having failed to blow up their dreaded enemies, had retreated into the surrounding country and had left the town. The triumphant pirates spread themselves everywhere. They searched the abandoned town for people and valuables, and every man who cared to do so took one of the empty houses for his private residence. They made the church the common meeting-place where they made all gather together when it was necessary, and when they had spent the night in eating and drinking all the good things they could find they set out the next day to hunt for the fugitive citizens. For three weeks Morgan and his men held a devil's carnival in Numericaibo. To tell of the abominable tortures and cruelties which they inflicted upon the poor people whom they dragged from their hiding-places in the surrounding country would make our fresh creep and our blood run cold. When they could do no more evil they sailed away up the lake for Gibraltar. It is not necessary to tell the story of the taking of this town. When Morgan arrived there he found it also entirely deserted. The awful dread of the human beasts who were coming upon them had forced the inhabitants to fly. In the whole town only one man was left, and he was an idiot who had not the sense to run away. This poor fellow was tortured to tell where his treasures were hid, and when he consented to take them to the place where he had concealed his possessions they found a few broken earthen dishes and a little bit of money about as much as a poor imbecile might be supposed to possess. Thereupon the disappointed fiends cruelly killed him. For five weeks the country surrounding Gibraltar was the scene of a series of diabolical horrors. The pirates undertook the most hazardous and difficult expeditions in order to find the people who had hidden themselves on islands and in the mountains, and although they obtained a great deal of booty they met with a good many misfortunes. Some of them were drowned in swollen streams and others lost much of their pillage by rains and storms. At last, after having closed his vile proceedings in the ordinary pirate fashion, by threatening to burn the town if he were not paid a ransom, Morgan thought at time for him to depart, for if the Spaniards should collect a sufficient force at Mericay Bo to keep him from getting out of the lake he would indeed be caught in a trap. The ransom was partly paid and partly promised and Morgan and his men departed, carrying with them some hostages for the rest of the ransom due. When Morgan and his fleet arrived at Mericay Bo, they found the town still deserted, but they also discovered that they were caught in the trap which they had feared, out of which they saw no way of escaping. News had been sent to the Spanish forces of the capture and sacking of Mericay Bo, and three large men of war now lay in the channel below the town which led from the lake into the sea. And more than this, the castle which defended the entrance to the lake, and which the pirates had found empty when they arrived, was now well-manned and supplied with a great many cannon, so that for once in their lives these wicked buccaneers were almost discouraged. Their little ships could not stand against the men of war, and in any case they could not pass the castle, which was now prepared to blow them to pieces if they should come near enough. But in the midst of these disheartening circumstances the pirate leaders showed what an arrogant, blustering daredevil he was, for instead of admitting to his disconfiture and trying to make terms with the Spaniards, he sent a letter to the admiral of the ships, in which he stated that if he did not allow him free passage out to the sea he would burn every house in Mericay Bo. To this insolent threat the Spanish admiral replied in a long letter, in which he told Morgan that if he attempted to leave the lake he would fire upon his ships, and if necessary follow them out to sea until not a stick of one of them should be left. But in the great magnanimity of his soul he declared that he would allow Morgan to sail away freely, provided he would deliver all the booty he had captured, together with the prisoners and slaves, and promise to go home and abandon buccaneering forever. In case he declined these terms the admiral declared he would come up the channel in boats filled with his soldiers and put every pirate to the sword. When Morgan received this letter he called his men together in the public square of the town and asked them what they would do, and when these fellows heard that they were asked to give up all their booty they unanimously voted that they would rather perish than do such an unmanly thing as that. So it was agreed that they would fight themselves out of the lake of Mericay Bo, or stay there, dead or alive, as the case may be. CHAPTER 19 A TIGHT PLACE FOR MORGAN At this important crisis again turned up the man with an idea. This was an inventive buccaneer who proposed to Morgan that they should take a medium-sized ship which they had captured at the other end of the lake and make a fire ship of her. In order that the Spaniards might not suspect the character of this incendiary craft he proposed that they should fit her up like one of the pirate war vessels, for in this case the Spaniards would not try to get away from her, but would be glad to have her come near enough for them to capture her. Morgan was pleased with this plan, and the fire ship was prepared with all haste. All the pitch, tar, and brimstone in the town were put on board of her, together with other combustibles. On the deck were placed logs of wood, which were dressed up in coats and hats to look like men, and by their sides were muskets and cutlasses. Portals were made, and in these were placed other logs to represent cannon. Thus this merchant vessel, now as in flammable as a pine knot, was made to resemble a somewhat formidable pirate ship. The rest of the fleet was made ready, the valuables and prisoners and slaves were put on board, and they all sailed boldly down toward the Spanish vessels, the fire ship in front. When the Spanish admiral saw this insignificant fleet approaching, he made ready to sink it to the bottom, and when the leading vessel made its way directly for his own ship, as if with the impudent intention of boarding her, he did not fire at her, but let her come on. The few pirates on board the fire ship ran her up against the side of the great man of war, and after making her fast and applying their matches, they immediately slipped overboard and swam to one of their own vessels before the Spaniards had an idea of what had happened. The fire ship was soon ablaze, and as the flames quickly spread, the large vessel took fire, and the people on board had scarcely time to get out of her before she sank. The commander of one of the other ships was so much frightened by what had occurred in so short a space of time that he ran his vessel aground and wrecked her, her men jumping out into the water and making for the land. As for the other ship, the pirates boldly attacked her and captured her, and as she was a very fine vessel, Morgan left his own small vessel, in which he had been commanding his fleet and took possession of her. Thus, in a very short time the whole state of affairs was changed. The Spaniards had no ships at all, and Morgan was in command of a very fine vessel in which he led his triumphant fleet. Very is a grand thing to a pirate, as it is to every human being who has been engaged in a conflict, but none of the joys of triumph could equal the solid propacity of Morgan and his men. They spent days in trying to recover the money and plate which were on board the sunken Spanish ships. The sterns of those projected above water, and a great deal of valuable treasure was recovered from them. The pirates worked very hard at this, although they had not the slightest idea how they were to pass the castle and get away with the plunder after they had obtained it. When the wrecks had been stripped of everything of value, the time came for demanding a ransom for not burning the town and hanging the prisoners, and as the poor citizens knew very well what they might expect, they sent word to the Admiral, who had escaped to the castle, begging him to accede to the demands of Morgan, and to let the wretched pirates go. But the Admiral, Don Alonso, was a thoroughbred Spaniard, and he would listen to no such cowardly suggestion. He would consent to no ransom being paid, and on no account would he allow the pirates to pass the channel. The citizens, however, who knew what was good for them, raised the money, and paid the ransom in coin and cattle, and Morgan declared that if the Admiral would not let him out of the lake, he would have to attend to that matter himself. But before he made another bold stroke against the enemy, his stingy and niggardly spirit urged him to defend himself against his friends, and before endeavoring to leave he ordered a division of the spoils. Many of the goods taken from the two towns were on board the different vessels of the fleets, and he was very much afraid that if his comrades, who commanded the other ships, should be so fortunate as to get out to sea, they would sail away with the booty they carried, and he would not see any of it. Therefore, the booty from every ship was brought on board his own fine vessel, and every man was put through an examination as rigid as if he had been passing a custom house, and was obliged to prove that he had not concealed or kept back any money or jewels. The value of the plunder was very great, and when it had been divided, according to the scale which Morgan had adopted, the pirate leader felt safe. He now had his share of the prizes in his own possession, and that to him was more important than anything else in the world. The question of getting away was a very serious one. The greater part of his fleet consisted of small vessels which could not defy the guns of the fort, and as the stout hearts and brawny arms of his followers could be of no use to him in this dilemma, Morgan was obliged to fall back upon his own brains. Therefore, he planned a trick. When everything had been prepared for departure, Morgan anchored his fleet at a distance from the castle, but not so far away that the Spaniards could not observe his movements. Then he loaded some boats with armed men, and had them rode ashore on the side of the channel on which the castle stood. The boats landed behind a little wood, and there the men, instead of getting out, crouched themselves down in the bottom of the boats, so that they should not be seen. Then the boats, apparently empty, were rode back to the pirate ships, and in a short time, again full of men sitting upright, with their muskets and cutlasses, they went to the shore, and soon afterwards returned apparently empty as before. This performance was repeated over and over again until the people in the castle were convinced that Morgan was putting his men on shore in order to make a land attack upon the rear of the castle during the night. But the Spanish admiral was not to be caught by any such clumsy stratagem as that, and therefore in great haste he had his big cannon moved to the land side of the fort, and posted there the greater part of his garrison in order that when the pirates made their assault in the dead of the night they would meet with the reception for which they had not bargained. When it was dark and the tide began to run out, the pirate vessels weighed anchor, and they all drifted down toward the castle. Morgan's spies had perceived some of the extraordinary movements in the Spanish fortifications, and he therefore drifted down with a good deal of confidence. Although had his trick been discovered in time it would have gone very hard with his fleet. It is probable that he had taken all these chances into consideration, and had felt pretty sure that if the cannon of the fort had been opened upon them it would not have been the big ship which carried him and his precious load which would have been sunk by the great guns, and that no matter what happened to the smaller vessels and the men on board them, he and his own ship would be able to sail away. But the Spaniards did not perceive the approach of the drifting fleet, for they were intrepidly waiting at the back of the castle to make it very hot for the pirates when they should arrive. Slowly past the great walls of the fort drifted the fleet of buccaneers, and then at a signal every vessel hoisted its sails, and with a good wind sailed rapidly toward the open sea. The last pirate vessel had scarcely passed the fort when the Spaniards discovered what was going on, and in great haste they rolled their cannon back to the water side of the fort, and began firing furiously, but it was of no use. The pirates sailed on until they were out of danger, and then they anchored and arranged for putting on shore the greater number of their prisoners who were only an encumbrance to them. As a parting insult, Morgan fired seven or eight of his largest guns at the castle, whose human occupants did not reply by a single shot. In order to understand what thoroughly contemptible scoundrels these pirates were, it may be stated that when Morgan and his men reached Jamaica after a good deal of storm and trouble on the way, they found there many of their comrades, who had not been able to join them at their rendezvous at Savanna. These unfortunate fellows, who had not known where Morgan had gone and were unable to join him, had endeavored to do some piratical business of their own, but had had very little luck and a great many misfortunes. Morgan's men, with their pockets full of money, jeered and sneered at their poor comrades who had had such hard times, and without any thought of sharing with them the least portion of their own vile gains, they treated them with contempt and derision. The buccaneer, Captain Henry Morgan, was now a very great personage, but with his next expedition, which was a very important one, and in its extent resembled warfare rather than piracy, we shall have little to do, because his exploits in this case were not performed on our Atlantic coasts, but over the Isthmus on the shores of the Pacific. Morgan raised a great fleet, carrying a little army of two thousand men, and with this he made his way to the other side of the Isthmus and attacked the city of Panama, which of course he captured. His terrible deeds at this place resembled those which he performed after the capture of the smaller towns which we have been considering, except that they were on a scale of greater magnitude. Really the whole of the town of Panama was burned, and the excesses, cruelties, and pillages of the conquerors were something almost without parallel. Before marching overland to Panama, Morgan had recaptured the island of St. Catherine, which was a very valuable station for his purposes, and had also taken the castle of Chagras on the mainland nearby, and on his return from the conquest and pillage of the unfortunate city, he and his forces gathered together at Chagras in order to divide the spoils. Now came great trouble and dissatisfaction. Many of the buccaneers loudly declared that Morgan was taking everything that was really valuable for his own, especially the precious stones and jewels, and that they were getting a very small share of the booty of Panama. There seemed to be good reason for these complaints, for the sum of about two hundred dollars apiece was all that Morgan's men received after their terrible hardships and dangers and the pillage of a very rich town. The murmurings and complaints against Morgan's peculiar methods became louder and more frequent, and at last the wily Welshman began to be afraid that serious trouble would come to him if he did not take care of himself. This, however, he was very capable of doing. Silently and quietly one night, without giving notice to any of the buccaneers at Chagras, except a few who were in his secret, Morgan, in his large ship, sailed away for Jamaica, followed by only a few other vessels containing some of his favored companions. In the great body of the buccaneers, the principal portion of which were Frenchmen, found that their leader had deserted them, there was a grand commotion, and if they had been able, the furious men who had had this trick played upon them would have followed Morgan to treat him as they had so often treated the Spaniards. But they could not follow, Morgan had taken great care that this should not happen. Their ships were out of order. They had been left very short of provisions and ammunition, and found that not only were they unable to avenge themselves on their traitor leader, but that it would be very hard for them to get away at all. Poor Esquimelling, the literary pirate, was one of those who was left behind, and in his doleful state he made the following reflection, which we quote from his book. Captain Morgan left us all in such a miserable condition as might serve for a lively representation of what rewards attend wickedness at the latter end of life, once we ought to have learned how to regulate and amend our actions for the future. After Morgan had safely reached Jamaica with all his booty, the idea renewed itself in his mind of returning to St. Catherine, fortifying the place and putting it in complete order, and then occupying it as a station for all pirates, with himself the Supreme Governor and King of the Buccaneers. But before he had completed his arrangements for doing this, there was a change in the affairs at Jamaica. The King of England, having listened to the complaints of the Spanish crown, had recalled the former Governor and put him on trial to answer for the manner in which he allowed the island to be used by the pirates for their wicked purposes against a friendly nation, and had sent a new Governor with orders to allow no Buccaneers in Jamaica, and in every way to suppress piracy in those parts. Now the shrewd Morgan saw this present business as likely to become a very undesirable one, and he accordingly determined to give it up. When brutally pillaged and most cruelly treated the Spaniards as long as he was able to do so, and having cheated and defrauded his friends and companions to the utmost extent possible, he made up his mind to reform, and a more thoroughly base and contemptible reformed scoundrel was never seen on the face of the earth. Morgan was now a rich man, and he lost no time in becoming very respectable. He endeavored to win favour with the new Governor, and was so successful that when that official was obliged to return to England on account of his health, he left the ex-pirate in charge of the affairs of the island in the capacity of Deputy Governor. More than this, King Charles, who apparently had heard of Morgan's great bravery and ability, had not cared to listen to anything else about him, knighted him, and this preeminent and inhuman water-thief became Sir Henry Morgan. In his new official capacity Morgan was very severe upon his former associates, and when any of them were captured and brought before him, he condemned some to be imprisoned and some to be hung, and in every way apparently endeavored to break up the unlawful business of buccaneering. About this time John Esquamelling betook himself to Europe with all possible dispatch, for he had work to do and things to tell with which the Deputy Governor would have no sympathy whatever. He got away safely, and he wrote his book, and if he had not had this good fortune the world would have lost a great part of the story of what happened to that soft little baby who was born among the quiet green fields of Wales. Even during the time that he was Deputy Governor, Morgan was suspected of sharing in the gains of some buccaneers at the same time that he punished others, and after the death of Charles II he was sent to England and imprisoned, but what eventually became of him we do not know. If he succeeded in ill-using and defrauding his satanic majesty there is no record of that. CHAPTER XIX