vendredi 27 juillet 2007


Then Robert Juet dyed, for meere want, and all our men in despaire,
and said wee were past Ireland, and our last Fowle were in the steep-tub.
So, our men cared not which end went forward,
insomuch as our Master was driven to looke to their labour,
as well as his owne :
for some of them would sit and see the fore-sayle flie up to the tops,
the sheetes being either flowne or broken,
and would not helpe it themselves, nor call others for helpe,
with much grieved the Master.
Now in this extremitie it pleased God to give us sight of Land,
not farre from the place our Master said he would fall withal,
which was the Bay of Galloway, and we fell to the West of the Derses,
and so stood along by the coast, to the South-west.
In the end, there was a joyful cry, a sayle, a sayle,
toward which they stood, then they saw more,
but to the neerest we stood, and called to him :
his barke was of Fowy, and was at anchor a fishing :
he came to us, and brought us into Bere Haven.
Here we stayed a few dayes, and delt with the Irish,
to supply our wants, but found no reliefe :
for in this place there was neither Bread, Drinke,
nor mony to be had amongst them.
Wherfore they advised us to deale with our Country-men,
who were there a fishing, which we did :
but found them so cold in kindnesse,
that they would doe nothing without present money,
whereof we had done in the Ship.
In the end, we procured one John Waymouth,
Master of the Barke that brought into this Harbour,
to furnish us with money, which hee did,
and received our best Cable and Anchor in pawne for the same.
With this money,
our Master with the helpe of John Waymouth,
bought Bread, Beere, and Beefe.

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