vendredi 27 juillet 2007


The poore number that was left, were to ply our ship to and fro,
in the mouth of the streight, for there was no place to anchor in neere hand :
besides, they were to goe in the Boate to kill Fowle, to bring home,
which they did, although with danger to us all.
For if the wind blew, there was an high Sea,
and the eddies of the Tydes would carrie the ship so neere the Rockes,
as it feared our Master, for so I will, now call him.
After they had killed some two hundred Fowle,
with great labour on the South Cape, wee stood to the East :
but when wee were sixe or seven leagues from the Capes,
the wind came up at East.
Then wee stood backe to the Capes againe,
and killed an hundred Fowle more.
After this, the wind came up to the West, so wee were driven to go away,
and the our Master stood (for the most) along by the North shoare,
till he fell into broken ground about the Queenes Fore-land,
and there anchored.
From thence wee went to Gods Mercies, and from thence to those Ilands,
which lye in the mouth of the Streight, not seeing the Land,
till we were readie to runne our Bosprite against the Rockes in a fogge.
But it cleered a little,
and then we might see our selves inclosed with Rockie Ilands,
and could find no ground to anchor in.
There our Master laya trie all night, and the next day the fogge continuing,
they sought for ground to anchor in,
and found some in an hundred and odde fathomes of water.
The next day we weighed and stood to the East, but before wee came heere,
we had put ourselves to hard allowance,
as halfe a foule a day with the pottage :
for yet we had some meale left, and nothing else.
Then beganne to make triall of all whatsoever :
wee had flayed our Fowle, for they wil not pull :
and Robert Juet was the first,
that made use of the skins by burning of the Feathers :
so they became a great dish of meate,
and as for the garbidge, it was not throwne away.

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