There is no s.p.a.ce here to speak of Sir John"s father, "the pioneer of English adventure in the South Seas," who made three famous voyages to Brazil, and laid a good foundation for future traffic in that he "behaved wisely" to the natives; nor to do more than glance at the ventures of Sir John"s son, Sir Richard Hawkins, the "Complete Seaman,"
whose "high-spirited actions, had they been all duly recorded (as pity it is, they were not)," says Prince, "would have made a large volume in themselves." Sir Richard rediscovered the Falkland Isles, and pa.s.sed the Straits of Magellan. His fleet was reduced to a single vessel, and he had taken five richly laden ships, when "the King of Spain"s vice-roy in those parts" sent "eight ships to intercept him. Sir Richard Hawkins held the fight for three days, with but three score and fifteen men and boys, against thirteen hundred of the enemy, and those the choice of Peru." In the end, being "dangerously wounded in six several places,"
and with many of his crew killed or wounded, he was forced to surrender upon "honourable articles of life and liberty," which, however, were not observed, and he was sent to Spain, where for long years he remained a prisoner. Sir Richard left an account of his "Voyage to the South Sea"--a "record of misfortune, but of misfortune which did no dishonour to him who sank under it; and there is a melancholy dignity in the style in which Hawkins tells his story, which seems to say that ... he respects himself still for the heart with which he endured a shame which would have broken a smaller man." A second William Hawkins, Sir John"s brother, commanded a Huguenot vessel under the commission of the Prince of Conde; and yet another William of a younger generation went as amba.s.sador of the East India Company to the Great Mogul, and succeeded in setting up a trading station at Surat.
Every Plymouth hero, however, is eclipsed by Sir Francis Drake, who is always counted their chief, though he was born near Tavistock. "Could my pen as ably describe his worth as my heart prompteth to it, I would make this day-star appear at noon-day as doth the full moon at midnight," is Risdon"s ecstatic exclamation.
When all his grand qualities and successes have been contemplated, it is still rather surprising to find the extraordinary impression he created in that epoch of heroic enterprise. The stories of magic that have cl.u.s.tered round his name witness to his wonderful personality, for naturally they are much more significant than those that have been woven around the older heroes of a more superst.i.tious, less civilized age.
These legends must have been handed down to generation after generation, for, writing about 1835, Mrs Bray mentions that the peasantry near Tavistock still talked of the "old warrior," as they called him. To choose one or two at random, there is the story that once, after he had been away for a very long time, his wife supposed him to be dead, and thought that she was free to marry again. A spirit whispered the news to Sir Francis, who was at the Antipodes. At once he fired a great cannon-ball, "so truly aimed that it shot up right through the globe, forced its way into the church, and fell with a loud explosion between the lady and her intended bridegroom. "It is the signal of Drake!" she exclaimed. "He is alive, and I am still a wife. There must be neither troth nor ring between thee and me."" Another story tells that after he had finished the ever-famous game of bowls on Plymouth Hoe, which was interrupted by tidings of the Armada, Sir Francis cut up a block of wood, and flung the chips into the sea, when every ship became a fire-ship, and the enemy"s fleet was really destroyed because of the "irresistable strength of those vessels that he had called up to "flame amazement" on the foes of Elizabeth and of England."
When the citizens of Plymouth wanted a more abundant supply of water, they appealed to Drake, and he was ready to help them. "So he called for his horse, mounted, rode to Dartmoor, and hunted about till he found a very fine spring. Having fixed on one that would suit his purpose, he gave a smart lash to his horse"s side, p.r.o.nouncing as he did so some magical words, when off went the animal as fast as he could gallop, and the stream followed his heels all the way into the town." It is not possible here to pick more legends from the group, excepting one which was certainly told among the people a few years ago. Drake promised, they said, that if ever the country were hard pressed by any foe, and his countrymen should call him by striking his drum, he would hear them, and come back and scatter the enemy.
Of Drake it has been said that "his Puritanism went hand-in-hand with his love of adventure. "To sell negroes to the planters, to kill Spaniards, to sack gold-ships, was in the young seaman"s mind the work of "the elect of G.o.d""--a belief that no doubt partly explains how the most desperate circ.u.mstances seemed unable to teach him the meaning of fear. It is easy to understand how a leader who combined such glorious courage with great unselfishness could take his men anywhere. On arriving off the coast, on his first independent voyage to America, he found this encouraging greeting--"a plate of lead, fastened to a very great tree," engraved with a message which began:
"CAPTAIN DRAKE,
"If you fortune to come into this port, make haste away, for the Spaniards which you had with you here last year have betrayed this place."
The message was signed by Captain Garret of Plymouth. Quite undismayed by the warning, Drake led his company to Nombre de Dios, which they successfully attacked. Here he received a dangerous wound; though he valiantly concealed it a long time, knowing if the general"s heart stoops, the men"s will fall, and that if so bright an opportunity once setteth, it seldom riseth again." And he went forward till "at the public treasury they had discovered ... bars of silver, piled up against the wall, seventy foot in length, ten in breadth, and twelve in height ... withal telling them, "That he had brought them to the mouth of the treasury of the world."" But before much could be done his strength failed and he fainted, when his followers became aware of the wound that he had not mentioned, but from which he was losing "so much blood as filled his very footsteps in the sands." They were at once anxious to take him back to his ship; Drake, on recovering consciousness, being the only man who wished them to persevere in their search for gold and jewels. But his men "added force to their entreaties, and so carried him to his pinnace."
As soon as he was able, Drake started on fresh enterprises with varying success, and after several months had pa.s.sed on returning laden with treasure to the point on the coast at which he expected to meet his pinnaces, to his great dismay he found none, but saw seven Spanish ships lying in the distance. The company instantly fell into despair, convinced that their pinnaces had been taken and the crews tortured, and that they themselves were left alone in the midst of the enemy"s country, from which they could not escape. Drake"s self-possession alone was unshaken, and, after casting about for some way of reaching safety, he noticed trees floating slowly down the river. With "the most confident and cheerful expression, he asked: "Who would accompany him to sea on the raft he was about to form with those timbers?"" A sail was "made of a bisket-sack," and with "an oar shaped out of a young tree for a rudder," they set out to sea, in danger of being swamped by every wave, and often waist-deep in water. After about six hours of extreme peril they sighted the pinnaces, and in the end Drake succeeded in reaching them, and was able to carry away the rest of his company and the treasure.
An incident that happened when Drake was taking leave of some friendly negroes showed his generous disposition. "Pedro, ... an eminent person among the Symerons, and one who had been greatly serviceable to Captain Drake, had a great mind to a rich cymeter the captain had, but was unwilling to ask it, lest he should prize it also: which known, the captain freely presented it to him. Who being willing to make a grateful return, desired him to accept of four wedges of gold, as a pledge of his thanks: whose importunity not being able to avoid, Captain Drake received them courteously, but threw them into the common stock, saying, "That it was just that those who bore part of the charge with him, in setting him to sea, should likewise enjoy their full proportion of the advantage at his return.""
All Drake"s voyages and adventures, however, did not prevent him from keeping in touch with Plymouth and local interests. In 1581 he was Mayor; for four years he represented the borough in Parliament, and he certainly did bring the citizens water from Dartmoor, though at greater pains than in the fashion described in the legend. In memory of this great service there is still an annual ceremony called the Fishing Feast. The Mayor and Corporation inspect the leat by which the water is brought to Plymouth, attended by a huge crowd of spectators, and afterwards two toasts are drunk--one in water, to "The pious memory of Sir Francis Drake," and the other in wine--"May the descendants of him who brought us water never want wine."
Plymouth townsfolk had every reason to be glad when the _Pelican_ sailed into the harbour after her voyage round the world, for it was not only a national hero, but their own particular countryman and good friend, that they hurried out to welcome.
Amongst "Commendations by Princ.i.p.al Persons friendly to the Author or the Work" which preface a book written by Sir Humphrey Gilbert, are some lines by Sir Francis which are very expressive of the views that seem to have guided his life. The book, whose aim must have been to encourage the idea of settling in the new colony, is called "A true Report of the late Discoveries and Possession taken in the Right of the Crowne of Englande, of the _New found_ Landes." I do not quote the whole poem:
"Who seekes by gaine and wealth to advance his house and blood, Whose care is great, whose toile no less, whose hope is all for good, If anie one there bee that covettes such a trade, Lo heere the plot for commonwealth, and private gaine is made.
"He that for vertue"s sake will venture farre and neere, Whose zeale is strong, whose practize trueth, whose faith is void of feare, If any such there bee, inflamed with holie care,
"Heere may hee finde a readie meane his purpose to declare, So that for each degree this Treatise dooth unfolde The path to fame, the proofe of zeale, and way to purchase golde."
Drake"s audacity was never more amazing than in the expedition of 1587, when he sailed along the Spanish and Portuguese coast, plundering and burning the ships in their own harbours. His fearlessness filled the Spaniards with a very generous admiration. "So praised was Drake for his valour of them, that were it not that he was a Lutheran, they said, there was not the like man in the world." Once, when the King invited a lady of the Court to go in his barge on a lake near Madrid, "the lady said she dared not trust herself in the water even with his Majesty, lest Sir Francis Drake should have her." His name pa.s.sed even into nursery songs, and one of them has been translated as follows:
"My brother Don John To England is gone, To kill the Drake, And the Queen to take, And the heretics all to destroy; And he will give me, When he comes back, A Lutheran boy, With a chain on his neck, And our Lady Grandmama shall have To wait upon her a Lutheran slave."
It was about sixteen months later that Drake, amongst the band of famous captains gathered at Plymouth, watched the long-awaited Armada sailing in a great crescent up the Channel. The English popular view of the invasion is, perhaps, reflected in a ballad which was written soon after the event. It is called "Sir Francis Drake; or, Eighty-eight."
"In eyghtye-eyght, ere I was borne, As I can well remember, In August was a fleet prepared, The moneth before September.
"Spayne, with Biscayne, Portugall, Toledo, and Granado, All these did meet, and made a fleet, And called it the Armado.
"When they had gott provision, As mustard, pease, and bacon; Some say two shipps were full of whipps, But I thinke they were mistaken.
"There was a little man of Spaine That shott well in a gunn-a-- Don Pedro bright, as good a knight As the knight of the sunn-a.
"King Phillip made him Admiral, And charged him not to stay-a-- But to destroy both man and boy, And then to runn away-a.
"The King of Spayne did freet amayne, And to doe yet more harme-a, He sent along to make him strong The famous Prince of Parma.
When they had sayl"d along the seas, And anch.o.r.ed uppon Dover, Our Englishmen did board them then, And cast the Spaniards over.
"Oure Queene was then att Tilbury; What could you more desire-a?
For whose sweete sake Sir Francis Drake Did sett them all on fyre-a.
"But let them look about themselfes; For if they come again-a.
They shall be served with that same sauce As they were, I know when-a."
In 1595 Sir Francis and Sir John Hawkins started on that ill-starred expedition to the West Indies, from which neither returned. Sir Francis died, and was buried at sea.
"The waves became his winding-sheet, the waters were his tomb; But, for his fame, the ocean sea was not sufficient room."
The translation of what Prince calls an "ingenuous epigram" written in Latin is beneath his portrait in the Guildhall:
"Sir Drake, whom well the world"s end knew, Which thou didst compa.s.se round, And whom both poles of Heaven one saw, Which North and South doe bound: The starrs above will make thee known, If men here silent were; The Sunn himself cannot forget His fellow Traveller."
In 1606 the Plymouth Trading Company was granted its charter. The Company was formed with the aim of planting colonies in America but it was not a great success, and the extortionate claims of the members to a monopoly of very important privileges brought them into violent collision with the more flourishing Ma.s.sachusetts Company, as well as with owners of certain fishing-vessels, whom they called "interlopers."
The company was eventually dissolved in 1635.
In 1620 there came into Plymouth Harbour that little band of Puritans known to posterity as the Pilgrim Fathers. For the sake of liberty of conscience they had been living for some years at Leyden, and they had now resolved to take up a new life in America. The start was not auspicious, for after leaving Southampton they were forced to put into Dartmouth for repairs, and were afterwards obliged to stop at Plymouth, where the _Speedwell_ was declared to be unseaworthy. Serious alterations of their plans had to be made, but at last, "all troubles being blown over," the travellers were "compacted together in the one ship," and on September 6, 1620, "thirteen years after the first colonization of Virginia, two months before the concession of the grand charter of Plymouth, without any warrant from the sovereign of England, without any useful charter from a corporate body, the pa.s.sengers in the _Mayflower_ set sail for a New World."
King Charles and Queen Henrietta Maria paid a visit to the town, to speed a fleet sent, with disastrous results, against Spain. The expedition was in a miserable plight to begin with. For some while before it was able to leave the country, a hungry penniless army had been thrown upon the citizens of Plymouth. An enormous debt had been created in equipping it, and the soldiers" allowances were hopelessly inadequate to provide them with a proper supply of food or clothes. "A more ragged, ribald, and rebellious herde never gathered on the eve of an important expedition. Mutiny was common in the town, and the ringleaders were tried at Drum-head, and shot in the nearest open s.p.a.ce.... Incensed at the disregard of their appeals, the publicans thrust the soldiers to doors; and the outcasts, turning highwaymen, stole cattle and sheep with impunity, slew the animals, and cooked the joints "in the open eye of the world," and sullenly vowed that they would have "meat rather than famish." The fleet returned some weeks later in shame and disgrace, and the state of the men was even more miserable than when they started, for now the plague was raging amongst them. "There was neither "meat nor drink available"; such provisions as had been doled out were often unfit for food, and "men die after eating them."" Pennington, the Vice-Admiral at Plymouth, sent pet.i.tion after pet.i.tion to the authorities for necessary supplies. "Send the money, or it will break my heart, for I am so followed about and called upon that I know not what to do." The misery was long drawn out, for when the plague was at an end, and townspeople were able to return to their homes, there was but a short respite before they were again overwhelmed by a great number of undisciplined soldiers, and "no means of housing, feeding, or clothing them." Naturally, they helped themselves at the expense of the citizens. "Haunted by the cries of my soldiers," Sir Ferdinando Gorges, the Governor, was reduced to distributing among them a cargo of oil that had been captured, with the a.s.sertion that it was "as healthy as b.u.t.ter."
"Most despair here," wrote Lord Holland briefly, and "the distress was so acute that the Mayor raised the standard of revolt. The losses of the town had been calamitous--first at the hands of pirates, next by collapse of trade, and finally by the billeting."
No doubt Plymouth"s consistent hostility to the King"s party throughout the war is in part explained by the results of this wretched state of affairs, and by the persecution of their Vice-Admiral, the heroic member for St Germans, Sir John Eliot.
As soon as the war broke out, Plymouth"s sympathies were plainly shown, and before long Sir Ralph Hopton made an attack on the town. On December 1, 1642, Royalists and Parliamentarians "stood upon the Lary for the s.p.a.ce of three hours" facing one another, but each too cautious to make the first move and leave a point of vantage. The siege was seriously undertaken three months later, when Hopton concentrated all his forces upon the town. As Plymouth could always be supplied by sea, there was no chance of its being starved into submission, and already it was gravely doubted whether the town would ever be taken. By the beginning of July nearly all the Royalist forces had been drawn off, and Plymouth set to work with great energy to strengthen the defences by building a new wall. Tradition says that even women and children took a share in the work. In August an attack was made by Colonel Digby, but the town was at this time threatened by a greater danger--the treachery of Sir Alexander Carew, commander of the Fort and of Drake"s Island. "He was proved an Apostate," says a contemporary account, "and went about to betray that island and the town of Plymouth into the hands of Cornish cavaliers, but was prevented by the fidelity of his honest soldiers." Sir Alexander was arrested by order of the Mayor, and sent to London, where eventually he was beheaded.
Prince Maurice marched on the town after he had taken Dartmouth, and there followed three weeks of a.s.saults and skirmishes, much hard fighting, and many desperate struggles. In the end the besiegers succeeded in capturing Mount Stamford, a fort on the south of the Cattewater, "the first and only advantage gained by the Royalists during the protracted and often revived siege." An invitation to surrender on lenient conditions made the townspeople waver, but the Governor, Colonel Wardlaw, stood firm. All were ordered to take a solemn vow and covenant, which pledged each one to take part in the defence "to the utmost of my power." And the town, hitherto "divided and heartless in its defence, now grew to be united."
On Sunday, December 3, there fell the Sabbath-day Fight, and the most critical moments of the siege. Prince Maurice and "all the gallantry of his army" threw their whole force against the garrison, who advanced to meet them. "The Roundheads were outnumbered ten to one, and driven back in absolute rout for the s.p.a.ce of three fields." Joined by a small number of reinforcements, they rallied after an interval, and charged the enemy, who yielded. The garrison pressed their advantage. "The retreat, followed up, became a rout," and the acutest danger was past.
Not long afterwards the siege was raised for a time. The poor people had suffered much from the scarcity of food, though once they had been cheered by a wonderful supply. "There came an infinite number of pilchards into the harbour within the Barbican, which the people took up with great ease in baskets, which did not only refresh them for the present, but a great deal more were taken, preserved and salted, whereby the poor got much money." It was not only by endurance that the women had shown their courage, for in the midst of some of the engagements they had brought out provisions "for the refreshing of our soldiers, though many women were shot through the clothes."
a.s.saults, occasional sorties, and intervals of comparative peace followed one another till, in September 1644, the King appeared in person before the town, and tried first by force of arms and then by offering very indulgent terms to bring about its surrender. The answer to the King was not sent till the day after his summons had been received, but "if not speedy, it was decided--"Never."" A second futile a.s.sault was made by the Royalists, and then the King and Prince Maurice with their troops, turned their backs on Plymouth. For four months longer the blockade was continued, and at the end of that time Sir Richard Grenville made a very determined effort, attacking at four points simultaneously. A desperate struggle ensued in which he gained nothing and lost three hundred men killed, and many hundreds wounded.
Another twelve months pa.s.sed without any serious attempt to storm the town, and in January, 1646, on Fairfax"s advance upon Dartmouth the siege was finally raised, the Royalists marching away in such haste that guns, arms, and ammunition were left behind.
Charles II paid several visits to the town, and on one occasion he attended the service at St Andrew"s Church where a state canopy and throne had been prepared for him and where sufferers were brought to him to be "touched for the king"s evil." A ridiculous incident marked another visit. The Mayor, rather agitated by the honour of entertaining the King, and anxious to find the best means of giving him pleasure, had the happy inspiration of inviting His Majesty to look at the outworks that had protected Plymouth "in the time of the late war." The King"s reply was "on a sudden" to walk to the landing-steps, get into his pinnace, and start for Mount Edgc.u.mbe. The Mayor in great dismay, followed by the Aldermen, who had come in their robes in state to attend on the King, hurried down to the water"s edge and taking possession of a wherry, they started off as fast as they could in pursuit. It is satisfactory to know that by the time they succeeded in catching up the King he had quite recovered his usual good-humour.
Plymouth was to some degree affected by the Revocation of the Edict of Nantes, for it had always been a refuge for the Huguenots--the Roch.e.l.lers, as they are often called in sixteenth-century chronicles--and now many of them fled to this shelter. The first party of about fifty people crossed the Channel in an open boat, and their flight was followed by a great number of refugees. These settled in the town, and many of their descendants married English people, and the little colony became absorbed into the general population. A curious glimpse of the original refugees is given in a letter written in 1762 by Mr Pentecost Barker, of Plymouth, to the Rev. Samuel Merivale. He says: "Those, of whom I remember many scores, who came from France in 1685-6, etc., are mostly dead, and their offspring are more English than French, and will go to the English Church, though some few may come to us. What an alteration Time makes! There was ... a French Calvinist Church and a Church of England French Church here, besides a Church at Stonehouse.
Many women in wooden shoes--very poor, but very industrious--living on limpets, snails, garlick, and mushrooms."
In the latter half of the eighteenth century Plymouth vibrated with the excitement of fights and victories at sea, several engagements being fought at a short distance off the coast. Many prizes and some of our own disabled ships were brought into the harbour, "dismasted and riddled French battleships," sometimes even with "their decks blackened with powder and coursed by the blood of the victims." Unless the local annals are closely studied, it is almost impossible to realize the rapid succession of these events, and the effect they must have produced on the townspeople. A sarcastic picture has been drawn of a student attempting to work in the midst of the bursts of enthusiasm that perpetually thrilled the town. He is first interrupted by "a shout in the street, and the servant rushed in to announce that the enemy had landed," and the Volunteers were going out to meet them. The student, having disposed of this report, settles to work again, when "the strains of a soul-stirring march, with abundant drum, were borne on the air, and the servant again bounded into the room to proclaim the return of the--th Regiment, "with only 200 returned out of 600, sir, colours shot through and through, poor fellows, all looking terribly tanned--here they are, sir, just pa.s.sing the door." The pageant is witnessed by the student, and as the tumult subsides he resumes his scholarly pursuits.
Soon a great gun shakes every window in the house. "What can this mean?"
Enter Sam once more. "I beg your pardon, sir, but they say a man-of-war"s in the Sound, bringing in two ships of the line, French prizes. All the people are running to the Hoe, sir; I hope you"ll let me go." Down goes the book once more, and the student is as mad as his neighbours as the victorious ship and her prizes, with the Jack flying triumphantly over the tricoloured flag, sails majestically into the harbour amid deafening cheers.... Such was the average Plymouth day."