It was a Stormy morning in the month of May, 1572; and the
fishermen of the little village of Westport, situate about five miles
from Plymouth, clustered in the public house of the place; and
discussed, not the storm, for that was a common topic, but the fact
that Master Francis Drake, whose ships lay now at Plymouth, was
visiting the Squire of Treadwood, had passed through the village
over night, and might go through it again, today. There was not one
of the hardy fishermen there but would gladly have joined Drake’s
expedition, for marvellous tales had been told of the great booty
which he, and other well-known captains, had already obtained from
the Dons on the Spanish Main.
fishermen of the little village of Westport, situate about five miles
from Plymouth, clustered in the public house of the place; and
discussed, not the storm, for that was a common topic, but the fact
that Master Francis Drake, whose ships lay now at Plymouth, was
visiting the Squire of Treadwood, had passed through the village
over night, and might go through it again, today. There was not one
of the hardy fishermen there but would gladly have joined Drake’s
expedition, for marvellous tales had been told of the great booty
which he, and other well-known captains, had already obtained from
the Dons on the Spanish Main.
