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A description of the last voyage to Bermudas, in the ship Marygold, S.P. commander by J.H ... ; begun November the twelfth, 1670, and ending May the third, 1671 with allowance.
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J. H. (John Hardy)
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1671
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seem to mount us to the Cloudy Sky One of which stormy Afternoons about Four of the Clock we saw a Water-Spout So fear'd by Mariners which passed by Us with a Circling in the muddy Sky These Winds after about a Fortnights stay In these same blustring Corners came away Unto the Westward board where it doth blow So hard again we forced are to go Before it with our Fore-Sail which we tend With Braces aft until the Storms do end The Sea running so deep we 're forc'd to cun Winding with Quarters the Waves beat upon To answer 't with our Helm and Brace which keeps Her right afore it through the boystrous heaps Of Waters these Storms eighteen hours or more Not lasts but presently a sudden Showre Of Rain is poured down when as the South Wind opens loud his wide and blustring Mouth Thunder and Lightning mixt with Hail and Rain Unto the North-West brings it back again So that it once more seems and doth appear As if the Weather would be fair and clear But all our Hopes soon vanisht for so hard It puffs we take in all Sayls lo're our Yard Till better comes and this I dare affirm Ne're worser Weather's for a three Weeks term In which space never having any Weather We could count fair for thirty Hours together Our onely comfort was the Moon shines bright During this gusty time most part of Night But dreadful Storms not always cruel Fate To us poor Saylors did predestinate For when fair Weather was to make us glad Our Oranges so rotten caus'd a sad And heavy Countenance scarce being found One amongst twelve which we may call sound As to keep home for since the World began See such a Hodge-Podge ne're did any man Most part being pickl'd up in such a state We bad from good with Shovels separate We took them in with Care bestowing Pains To place them lightly now as much again We take for Baskets with the bad we fill To fling away though sore against our Will And now the Western Islands once more we Repass with a fair Wind hoping to see No such bad Weather as we had before To which end we the Deities implore And surely they our Orisons did hear Most of the Weather being fair and clear Though that the fresh Gales oftentimes were ranging From one unto another changing Till Luna came so full butt at her wane A South and South South-west wind came again Which though 't was for us fair yet it was joyn'd With dirty Weather as 't were interloin'd For us amongst the rest one foggy day A Bristol Ship we meet for th' Isle of May Being bound there Salt to load who did us tell Affairs in England went then very well When she came out with France we having Peace And all War with our Neighbouring Nations cease He told us also how that England bore From us of Leagues about two times fourscore Upon the North-East Point and having sent Letters by us to 's Friends away he went And now we 're near our wish'd-for Port we pray For Sol's bright Splendor in the midst of day An Observation that we may take Before our Native Land again we make But those our wishes we could not obtain For misty Clouds to us yet still remain With gusts but th' water changing we did sound On Easter Ev'ning and had the ground At ninety Fathom Greekish shelly-Shelly-sand Reckoning our selves then threescore Leagues from Land And seeing the warm Sun us debars Of sweetest sight at Noon the Northern Stars We do observe with his two Guards most bright Which glistred on Sunday and Mundy Night Which tho' 't was truly done next day we had A Solar Observation vvhich us glad Did make although the Wind contrary blew For by 't how Scilly bore w' exactly knew And that they Channel 's open the Degree Being forty nine with Minutes nine times three At which time vve let run the Lead and found That sixty Fathom reached to the Ground Another certain sign is that the Shore Not many Leagues is off for Weeds great store Call'd Brittain Beds upon the Seas do float Which unto Seamen is a certain (x) Britain Beds are Weeds like to Laces which grow upon the Coast of Britain and so are washt off from the Rocks into the Sea Note Of being in our Channel all Night we Bare in and about twelve at Noon we see The Lizard which we past by with a Gale So gentle that we carry all the Sail Which we can make and parted about Night From sight of Falmouth and by it was light We 're near unto the Start having past by Portland the Wight and also Beachy-High With Fairly Foulstone Dover without stay A Pilot came aboard us to convey So we hoyse up our Sails atrip and came To Westgate-Bay and anchored in the same Till the next morning when our Sails we set And the same Tide over the Flatts we get Up to the Rivers Mouth from thence to Lee So to Whole Haven and to Tilbury But cease my Muse the Voyage it is done At Gravesend let it end as there 't begun Finis Itineris Maritini The Epilogue NOthing doth remain but to give Praise To God who to us Mortals many days His Favours and his Blessings did bestow On whatsoe're we do where e're we go By Land by Sea in Storms most bitter Blasts In Thunder Lightning and in Nights o're-cast With dismal Clouds and from the briny Waves Most dreadful Fury with what e're we crave Hath granted to us then let 's with one nearâ— Set forth his Praise till this Life we depart Let all Hands say Amen Amen say I So be it done to Immortality Finis Coronat Opus J. H. FINIS