This Country of Ours, Part 1 — About Sir Walter Raleigh's Adventures in the Golden West

Chapter 12 - About Sir Walter Raleigh's Adventures in the Golden West The first attempt to found an English colony in America had been an utter failure.

But the idea of founding a New England across the seas had now taken hold of Sir Humphrey's young step-brother, Walter Raleigh.

And a few months after the return of the Golden Hind he received from the Queen a charter very much the same as his brother's. But although he got the Charter Raleigh himself could not sail to America, for Queen Elizabeth would not let him go.

So again he had to content himself with sending other people.

It was on April 27th, 1584, that his expedition set out in two small ships.

Raleigh knew some of the great Frenchmen of the day, and had heard of their attempt to found a colony in Florida.

And in spite of the terrible fate of the Frenchmen he thought Florida would be an excellent place to found an English colony.

So Raleigh's ships made their way to Florida, and landed on Roanoke Island off the coast of what is now North Carolina.

In those days of course there was no Carolina, and the Spaniards called the whole coast Florida right up to the shores of Newfoundland.

The Englishmen were delighted with Roanoke.

It seemed to them a fertile, pleasant land, "the most plentiful, sweete, fruitfull and wholesome of all the worlde."

So they at once took possession of it "in the right of the Queen's most excellent Majesty as rightful Queen and Princess of the same."

The natives, too, seemed friendly "and in their behaviour as mannerly and civil as any man of Europe."

But the Pale-faces and the Redskins found it difficult to understand each other.

"What do you call this country?"

asked an Englishman.

"Win gan da coa," answered the Indian.

So the Englishmen went home to tell of the wonderful country of Wingandacoe.

But what the Indian had really said was "What fine clothes you have!"

However, the mistake did not matter much.

For the Englishmen now changed the name of the land from whatever it had been to Virginia in honour of their Queen.

This first expedition to Roanoke was only for exploring, and after a little the adventurers sailed home again to tell of all that they had seen.

But Raleigh was so pleased with the report of Roanoke Island which they brought home, to him that he at once began to make plans for founding a colony there.

And the following April his ships, were ready and the expedition set out under his cousin, Sir Richard Grenville.

But now almost as soon as they landed troubles began with the Indians.

One of them stole a silver cup, and as it was not returned the Englishmen in anger set fire to the corn-fields and destroyed them.

This was a bad beginning.

But the Englishmen had no knowledge yet of how cruel and revengeful the Redman could be.

So it was with no misgivings that Sir Richard left a colony of over a hundred men in the country.

And promising to return with fresh supplies in the following spring he sailed homeward.

The Governor of this colony was named Ralph Lane.

He was wise and able, but he was soon beset with difficulties.

He found that the place chosen for a colony was not a good one, For the harbour was bad, the coast dangerous, and many of the Indians were now unfriendly.

So he set about exploring the country, and decided as soon as fresh supplies came from England to move to a better spot.

Spring came and passed, and no ships from England appeared.

The men began to starve.

And seeing this the Indians who had feared them before, now began to be scornful and taunt them.

"Your God is not a true god," they said, "or he would not leave you to starve."

They refused to sell the colonists food no matter what price was offered.

Their hatred of the English was so great indeed that they resolved to sow no corn in order that there should be no harvest;

being ready to suffer hunger themselves if they might destroy the colony utterly.

As the days passed the Englishmen daily felt the pinch of hunger more and more.

Then Lane divided his company into three, and sent each in a different direction so that they might gather roots and herbs and catch fish for themselves, and also keep a lookout for ships.

But things went from bad to worse; the savages grew daily bolder and more insolent, and the colonists lived constantly in dread of an attack from them.

At length, although he had tried hard to avoid it, Lane was forced to fight them.

They were easily overcome, and fled to the woods.

But Lane knew well that his advantage was only for the moment.

Should help not come the colony would be wiped out.

Then one day, about a week after the fight with the Indians, news was brought to Lane that a great fleet of twenty-three ships had appeared in the distance.

Were they friends, or were they foes?

That was the great question.

The English knew the terrible story of Fort Caroline.

Were these Spanish ships?

Fearing that they might be Ralph Lane looked to his defenses, and made ready to withstand the enemy, if enemy they proved to be, as bravely as might be.

But soon it was seen that their fears were needless, the ships were English, and two days later Sir Francis Drake anchored in the wretched little harbour.

Drake had not come on purpose to relieve the colony.

He had been out on one of his marauding expeditions against the Spaniards.

He had taken and sacked St. Domingo, Cartagena, and Fort St. Augustine.

And now, sailing home in triumph, chance had brought him to Raleigh's colony at Roanoke.

And when he saw the miserable condition of the colonists, and heard the tale of their hardships, he offered to take them all home to England.

Or, he said, if they chose to remain he would leave them a ship and food and everything that was necessary to keep them from want until help should come.

Both Lane and his chief officers who were men of spirit wanted to stay.

So they accepted Drake's offer of the loan of a ship, agreeing that after they had found a good place for a colony and a better harbour, they would go home to England and return again the next year.

Thus the matter was settled.

Drake began to put provisions on board one of his ships for the use of the colony.

The colonists on their side began writing letters to send home with Drake's ships.

All was business and excitement.

But in the midst of it a great storm arose.

It lasted for four days and was so violent that most of Drake's ships were forced to put out to sea lest they should be dashed to pieces upon the shore.

Among the ships thus driven out to sea was that which Drake had promised to give Ralph Lane.

And when the storm was over it was nowhere to be seen.

So Drake offered another ship to Lane.

It was a large one, too large to get into the little harbour, but the only one he could spare.

Lane was now doubtful what was best to do.

Did it not seem as if by driving away their ship God had stretched out His hand to take them from thence?

Was the storm not meant as a sign to them?

So not being able to decide by himself what was best to do, Lane called his officers and gentlemen together, and asked advice of them.

They all begged him to go home.

No help had come from Sir Richard Grenville, nor was it likely to come, for Drake had brought the news that war between Spain and England had been declared.

They knew that at such a time every Englishman would bend all his energies to the defeat of Spain, and that Raleigh would have neither thoughts nor Money to spare for that far-off colony.

At length it was settled that they should all go home.

In haste then the Englishmen got on board, for Drake, was anxious to be gone from the dangerous anchorage "which caused him more peril of wreck," says Ralph Lane, "than all his former most honourable actions against the Spaniards."

So on the 19th of June 1586, the colonists set sail and arrived in England some six weeks later.

They brought with them two things which afterward proved to be of wit great importance.

The first was tobacco.

The use of it had been known ever since the days of Columbus, but it was now for the first time brought to England.

The second was the potato.

This Raleigh planted on his estates in Ireland, and to this day Ireland is one of the great potato growing countries of the world.

But meanwhile Raleigh had not forgotten his colonists, and scarce a week after they had sailed away, a ship arrived laden "with all manner of things in most plentiful manner for the supply and relief of his colony."

For some time the ship beat up and down the coast searching vainly for the colony.

And at length finding no sign of it, it returned to England.

About a fortnight later Sir Richard Grenville also arrived with three ships.

To his astonishment when he reached Roanoke he saw no sign of the ship which he knew had sailed shortly before him.

And to his still greater astonishment he found the colony deserted.

Yet he could not believe that it had been abandoned.

So he searched the country up and down in the hope of finding some of the colonists.

But finding no trace of them he at length gave up the search and returned to the forsaken huts.

And being unwilling to lose possession of the country, he determined to leave some of his men there.

So fifteen men were left behind, well provided with everything necessary to keep them for two years.

Then Sir Richard sailed homeward.

In spite of all these mischances Raleigh would not give up his great idea.

And the following year he fitted out another expedition.

This time there were a few women among the colonists, and John White, who had already been out with Lane, was chosen as Governor.

It was now decided to give up Roanoke which had proved such an unfortunate spot, and the new company of colonists was bound for Chesapeake Bay.

But before they settled there they were told to go to Roanoke to pick up the fifteen men left by Sir Richard Grenville and take them to Chesapeake also.

When, however, they reached Roanoke the Master of the vessels, who was by birth a Spaniard, and who was perhaps in league with the Spanish, said that it was too late in the year to go seeking another spot.

So whether they would or not he landed the colonists, and sailed away, leaving only one small boat with them.

Thus perforce they had to take up their abode in the old spot.

They found it deserted.

The fort was razed to the ground, and although the huts were still standing they were choked with weeds and overgrown with wild vines, while deer wandered in and out of the open doors.

It was plain that for many months no man had lived there.

And although careful search was made, saving the bones of one, no sign was found of the fifteen men left there by Sir Richard.

At length the new colonists learned from a few friendly Indians that they had been traitorously set upon by hostile Indians.

Most of them were slain; the others escaped in their boat and went no man knew whither.

The Englishmen were very angry when they heard that, and wanted to punish the Indians.

So they set out against them.

But the Indians fled at their coming, and the Englishmen by mistake killed some of the friendly Indians instead of their enemies.

Thus things were made worse instead of better.

And now amid all these troubles on the 18th of August, 1587, a little girl was born.

Her father was Ananias Dare, and her mother was the daughter of John White, the Governor.

The little baby was thus the grand-daughter of the Governor, and because she was the first English child to be born in Virginia she was called Virginia.

But matters were not going well in the colony.

Day by day the men were finding out things which were lacking and which they felt they must have if they were not all to perish.

So a few days after Virginia was christened all the chief men came to the Governor and begged him to go back to England to get fresh supplies, and other things necessary to the life of the colony.

John White, however, refused to go.

The next day not only the men but the women also came to him and again begged him to go back to England.

They begged so hard that at last the Governor consented to go.

All were agreed that the place they were now in was by no means the best which might be chosen for a colony, and it had been determined that they should move some fifty miles further inland.

Now it was arranged that if they moved while the Governor was away they should carve on the trees and posts of the door the name of the place to which they had gone, so that on his return he might be able easily to find them.

And also it was arranged that if they were in any trouble or distress they should carve a cross over the name.

All these matters being settled John White set forth.

And it was with great content that the colonists saw their Governor go.

For they knew that they could send home no better man to look after their welfare, and they were sure he would bring back the food and other things which were needed.

But when White arrived in England he found that no man, not even Raleigh, had a thought to spare for Virginia.

For Spain was making ready all her mighty sea power to crush England.

And the English were straining every nerve to meet and break that power.

So John White had to wait with what patience he could.

Often his heart was sick when he thought of his daughter and his little granddaughter, Virginia Dare, far away in that great unknown land across the sea.

Often he longed to be back beside them.

But his longings were of no avail.

He could but wait.

For every ship was seized by Government and pressed into the service of the country.

And while the Spaniards were at the gate it was accounted treason for any Englishman to sail to western lands.

So the summer of 1588 passed, the autumn came, and at length the great Armada sailed from Spain.

It sailed across the narrow seas in pride and splendour, haughtily certain of crushing the insolent sea dogs of England.

But "God blew with His breath and they were scattered."

Before many days were over these proud ships were fleeing before the storm, their sails torn, their masts splintered.

They were shattered upon the rocky shores of Scotland and Ireland.

They were swallowed by the deep.

The sea power of Spain was broken, and the history of America truly began.

For as has been said "the defeat of the Invincible Armada was the opening event in the history of the United States."

Free now from the dread of Spain, ships could come and go without hindrance.

But another year and more passed before John White succeeded in getting ships and provisions and setting out once more for Virginia.

It was for him an anxious voyage, but as he neared the place where the colony had been, his heart rejoiced, for he saw smoke rising from the land.

It was dark, however, before they reached the spot, and seeing no lights save that of a huge fire far in the woods the Governor sounded a trumpet call.

The notes of the trumpet rang through the woods and died away to silence.

There was no answer.

So the men called and called again, but still no answer came.

Then with sinking heart John White bade them sing some well-known English songs.

For that, he thought, would surely bring an answer from the shore.

So through the still night air the musical sound of men's voices rang out.

But still no answer came from the silent fort.

With a heart heavy as lead the Governor waited for the dawn.

As soon as it was light he went ashore.

The fort was deserted.

Grass and weeds grew in the ruined houses.

But upon a post "in fair capital letters" was carved the word "Croatoan."

This was the name of a neighbouring island inhabited by friendly Indians.

There was no cross or sign of distress carved over the letters.

And when the Governor saw that he was greatly comforted.

He spent some time searching about for other signs of the colonists.

In one place he found some iron and lead thrown aside as if too heavy to carry away, and now overgrown with weeds.

In another he found five chests which had evidently been buried by the colonists, and dug up again by the Indians.

They had been burst open and the contents lay scattered about the grass.

Three of these chests John White saw were his own, and it grieved him greatly to see his things spoiled and broken.

His books were torn from their covers, his pictures and maps were rotten with the rain, and his armour almost eaten through with rust.

At length, having searched in vain for any other signs of the colonists, the English returned to the ships and set sail for Croatoan.

But now they encountered terrible storms.

Their ships were battered this way and that, their sails were torn, their anchors lost.

And at length in spite of all entreaties, the captain resolved to make sail for England.

So John White never saw Croatoan, never knew what had become of his dear ones.

And what happened to little Virginia Dare, the first English girl to be born on the soil of the United States, will never be known.

But years afterwards settlers were told by the Indians that the white people left at Roanoke had gone to live among the Indians.

For some years it was said they lived in a friendly manner together.

In time, however, the medicine men began to hate the Pale-faces, and caused them all to be slain, except four men, one young woman, and three boys.

Was the young woman perhaps Virginia Dare?

No one can tell.

All Raleigh's attempts at founding a colony had thus come to nothing.

Still he did not despair.

Once again he sent out an expedition.

But that too failed and the leader returned having done nothing.

Even this did not break Raleigh's faith in the future of Virginia.

"I shall yet live to see it an English nation," he said.

But although Raleigh's faith was as firm as before, his money was gone.

He had spent enormous sums on his fruitless efforts to found a colony.

Now he had no more to spend.

And now great changes came.

Good Queen Bess died and James of Scotland reigned in her stead.

Raleigh fell into disgrace, was imprisoned in the Tower, and after a short release was beheaded there.

Thus an end came to all his splendid schemes.

Never before perhaps had such noble devotion to King and country been so basely requited.

At the time it was said that "never before was English justice so injured or so disgraced" as by the sentence of death passed upon Raleigh.

No man is perfect, nor was Raleigh perfect.

But he was a great man, and although all his plans failed we remember him as the first great coloniser, the first Englishman to gain possession of any part of North America.

PART II STORIES OF VIRGINIA

__________ Chapter 13 - The Adventures of Captain John Smith Raleigh was the true father of England beyond the seas.

He was a great statesman and patriot.

But he was a dreamer too and all his schemes failed.

Other men followed him who likewise failed.

But it would take too long to tell of them all, of Bartholomew Gosnold who discovered and named Martha's Vineyard and Cape Cod; of Bartholomew Gilbert, brave Sir Humphrey's son, who was slain by Indians, and of many more besides.

Again and again men tried to plant a colony on the shores of America.

Again and again they failed.

But with British doggedness they went on trying, and at length succeeded.

Raleigh lay in the Tower of London, a prisoner accused of treason.

All his lands were taken from him.

Virginia, which had been granted to him by Queen Elizabeth was the King's once more to give to whom he would.

So now two companies were formed, one of London merchants called the London Company, one of Plymouth merchants called the Plymouth Company.

And both these companies prayed King James to grant them permission to found colonies in Virginia.

Virginia therefore was divided into two parts; the right to found colonies in the southern half being given to the London Company, the right to found colonies in the northern half being given to the Plymouth Company upon condition that the colonies founded must be one hundred miles distant from each other.

These companies were formed by merchants.

They were formed for trade, and in the hope of making money, in spite of the fact that up to this time no man had made money by trying to found colonies.

in America, but on the contrary many had lost fortunes.

Of the two companies now formed it was only the London Company which really did anything.

The Plymouth Company indeed sent out an expedition which reached Virginia.

But the colony was a failure, and after a year of hardships the colonists set sail for England taking home with them such doleful accounts of their sufferings that none who heard them ever wished to help to found a colony.

The expedition of the London Company had a better fate.

It was in December, 1606, that the little fleet of three ships, the Susan Constant, the Godspeed and the Discovery, put out from England, and turned westward towards the New World.

With the expedition sailed Captain John Smith.

He was bronzed and bearded like a Turk, a swaggering, longheaded lovable sort of man, ambitious, too, and not given to submit his will to others.

Since a boy of sixteen he had led a wandering adventurous life - a life cramful of heroic deeds, of hairbreadth escapes of which we have no space to tell here.

But I hope some day you will read his own story of these days.

For he was a writer as well as a warrior, and "what his sword did his pen wrote."

Every American boy and girl should read his story, for he has been called the first American writer.

Now with this saucy, swaggering fellow on board, troubles were not far to seek.

The voyage was long and tedious.

For six weeks adverse winds kept the little fleet prisoner in the English Channel within sight of English shores, a thing trying to the tempers of men used to action, and burning with impatience to reach the land beyond the seas.

They lay idle with nothing to do but talk.

So they fell to discussing matters about the colony they were to found.

And from discussing they fell to disputing until it ended at length in a bitter quarrel between Smith and another of the adventurers, Captain Edward Wingfield.

Captain Wingfield was twice John Smith's age, and deemed that he knew much better how a colony ought to be formed than this dictatorial youth of twenty-seven.

He himself was just as dictatorial and narrow into the bargain.

So between the two the voyage was by no means peaceful.

Good Master Hunt, the preacher who went with the expedition, in spite of the fact that he was so weak and ill that few thought he would live, did his best to still the angry passions.

To some extent he succeeded.

And when a fair wind blew at length the ships spread their sails to it and were soon out of sight of England.

Two months of storm and danger passed before the adventurers sighted the West Indies.

Here they went ashore on the island of San Dominica.

Delighted once more to see land and escape from the confinement of the ship, they stayed three weeks among the sunny islands.

They hunted and fished, traded with the savages, boiled pork in hot natural springs, feasted on fresh food and vegetables, and generally enjoyed themselves.

But among all this merry-making Wingfield did not forget his anger against John Smith.

Their quarrels became so bad that Wingfield decided to end both quarrels and John Smith.

So he ordered a gallows to be set up and, having accused Smith of mutiny, made ready to hang him.

But John Smith stoutly defended himself.

Nothing could be proved against him.

He laughed at the gallows, and as he quaintly puts it "could not be persuaded to use them."

Nevertheless, although nothing could be proved against him, there were many who quite agreed that Captain John Smith was a turbulent fellow.

So to keep him quiet they clapped him in irons and kept him so until their arrival in Virginia.

After leaving the West Indies the adventurers fell into more bad weather, and lost their course;

but finally they arrived safely in Chesapeake Bay.

They named the capes on either side Henry and Charles, in honour of the two sons of their King.

Upon Cape Henry they set up a brass cross upon which was carved "Jacobus Rex" and thus claimed the land for England.

Then they sailed on up the river which they named James River, in honour of the King himself.

Their settlement they named Jamestown, also in his honour.

Jamestown has now disappeared, but the two capes and the river are still called by the names given them by these early settlers.

Before this expedition sailed the directors of the Company had arranged who among the colonists were to be the rulers.

But for some quaint reason they were not told.

Their names, together with many instructions as to what they were to do, were put into a sealed box, and orders were given that this box was not to be opened until Virginia was reached.

The box was now opened, and it was found that John Smith was named among the seven who were to form the council.

The others were much disgusted at this, and in spite of all he could say, they refused to have him in the council.

They did, however, set him free from his fetters.

Of the council Wingfield was chosen President.

All the others, except John Smith, took oath to do their best for the colony.

Then at once the business of building houses was begun.

While the council drew plans the men dug trenches and felled trees in order to clear space on which to pitch their tents, or otherwise busied themselves about the settlement.

The Indians appeared to be friendly, and often came to look on curiously at these strange doings.

And Wingfield thought them so gentle and kindly that he would not allow the men to build any fortifications except a sort of screen of interwoven boughs.

Besides building houses one of the colonists' first cares was to provide themselves with a church.

But indeed it was one of the quaintest churches ever known.

An old sail was stretched beneath a group of trees to give shelter from the burning sun.

And to make a pulpit a plank of wood was nailed between two trees which grew near together.

And here good Master Hunt preached twice every Sunday while the men sat on felled trunks reverently listening to his long sermons.

While the houses were being built Smith, with some twenty others, was sent to explore the country.

They sailed up the river and found the Indians to all appearance friendly.

But they found no gold or precious stones, and could hear nothing of a passage to the Pacific Ocean which they had been told to seek.

So they returned to Jamestown.

Arriving here they found that the day before the Indians had attacked the settlement and that one Englishman lay slain and seventeen injured.

This was a bitter disappointment to Wingfield who had trusted in the friendliness of the Indians.

But at length he was persuaded to allow fortifications to be built.

Even then, however, the colonists were not secure, for as they went about their business felling trees or digging the ground the savages would shoot at them from the shelter of the surrounding forest.

If a man strayed from the fort he was sure to return wounded if he returned at all; and in this sort of warfare the stolid English were no match for the wily Indians.

"Our men," says Smith, "by their disorderly straggling were often hurt when the savages by the nimbleness of their heels well escaped."

So six months passed, and the ships which had brought out the colonists were ready to go back to England with a cargo of wood instead of the gold which the Company had hoped for.

But before the ships sailed Smith, who was still considered in disgrace, and therefore kept out of the council, insisted on having a fair trial.

For he would not have Captain Newport go home and spread evil stories about him.

Smith's enemies were unwilling to allow the trial.

But Smith would take no denial.

So at length his request was granted, the result being that he was proved innocent of every charge against him, and was at length admitted to the council.

Now at last something like peace was restored, and Captain Newport set sail for home.

He promised to make all speed he could and to be back in five months' time.

And indeed he had need to hasten.