This was the tale
Told with much bluster,
Over ale
And oaths,
At Charles Town.
He _swore_ he saw the Indians in the dawn,
And _he'd be danged!_
_And by Christ's Mother--_
_Take his rings in pawn!_
But he was hanged
With poor Stede Bonnet, later on.
H.A.
[3] See the note at the back of the book.
LA FAYETTE LANDS[4]
That evening, gathered on the vessel's poop,
They saw the glimmering land,
And far lights moved there,
As once Columbus saw them, winking, strange;
Around the ship two darkies in a small canoe
Paddled and grinned, and held up silver fish.
Over the high ship's tumble-home
A pinnace slid,
Slow, lowered from the squealing davit-ropes,
And from a port a-square with lantern light,
The little, leather trunks were passed,
Ironbound and quaint; while down the vessel's side
With voluble advice, _bon voyage_ and _au revoir_,
The chatting Frenchmen came--
Click-clap of rapiers clipping on hard boots,
Cocked hats and merry eyes.
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