|The Story of Sir Walter Raleigh|
|by Margaret Duncan Kelly|
|Relates the story of Raleigh from his boyhood days on the coast of Devonshire, to his exploits in Ireland and his unexpected entry into the court of Queen Elizabeth. We travel with him as he pursues the ships of the Spanish Armada and makes voyages to the New World in search of gold and lands to settle. We see his efforts come to naught and hear how he is relegated to the Tower of London where he spends the last years of his life. Includes the fabled story of the velvet cloak and the role Raleigh played in introducing potatoes and tobacco to the Old World. One of the volumes in the highly acclaimed Children's Heroes series, first published at the beginning of the last century. Ages 8-12 |
THE SPANISH ARMADA
 THE King of Spain had sworn a solemn oath that the English "sea-dogs" should trouble his sailors no more. No
longer would he send messages to Queen Elizabeth to punish her pirate subjects. He was coming to punish them
himself. The English were to be crushed once and for all. He would seize the crown from that proud maiden
Queen, who had scorned his messages. He would give the fair lands of England to his greedy nobles. The
gentlemen of England who dared to resist him should repent their deeds in dungeons, while the Spaniards
feasted in their halls.
Stories were told in England of how the Spaniards had cut down whole forests to
 build great ships, larger and stronger than any ships the English had ever seen. These ships were called by
the Spaniards the Armada, the Invincible Armada which could never be conquered, the Most Fortunate Armada
which would always have good luck. Dark stories were told, too, of ship-loads of cruel scourges and iron
fetters which the King of Spain was sending to punish his English foes.
No wonder the English people were wild with excitement. No wonder every man who could buckle on a sword was
willing to fight. It was to defend their homes and wives and children they were called. No man could be a
coward in a cause like that.
So the English kept a brave heart in spite of the stories of the Invincible Armada, which was to bring to
their shores the strongest army in the world.
When Sir Walter Raleigh hurried to the west country to rouse and arm the Cornish and Devon miners, he found
 willing and eager to fight the Spaniards. They flung down their pickaxes, and flocked to his standard shouting
"Oh, where be these gay Spaniards,
Which make so great a boast O?
Oh, they shall eat the grey-goose feather,
And we shall eat the roast O!"
In a very short time the whole kingdom was full of armed men, on horseback and on foot.
As for Queen Elizabeth, she was as brave as the bravest of her people. She rode through the ranks of the army
on her beautiful white horse. She spoke to the soldiers with gallant words. "My loving people," she said, "I
have come amongst you at this time to tell you that I would lay down for my God, for my kingdom, and for my
people, my honour and my blood, even in the dust. I know I have the body but of a weak and feeble woman, but I
have the heart of a king, and of a king of England too! I do not doubt that we shall have a famous victory
 enemies of my God, of my kingdom, and of my people!"
The soldiers answered with a ringing cheer. "God save Elizabeth!" they shouted; "long live our noble Queen!"
But the best way to beat the Spaniards was to beat them at sea before ever they could tread on English ground.
This was work for the sailors, who were only too willing to fight the hated foe. It was Raleigh who advised
the Queen to trust first to her ships. He knew the valiant seamen who had again and again routed the Spanish
warships, and he hoped they would rout them once more.
One of the most daring of these sailors had indeed done harm already to the great Armada. This gallant man,
whose name was Francis Drake, had sailed suddenly into a Spanish harbour, and had burnt and sunk all the ships
he found there. This dashing deed delayed the coming of the Armada, and gave the English more time to prepare
 On the coast of Devonshire, in a beautiful bay called Plymouth Sound, lay the English ships. They were not
great iron-clad steamers as the English warships are now; in those days men had not discovered how to use
steam to drive their ships over the sea. They trusted instead to the wind, and when their ships set sail they
seemed like a flight of great sea-birds.
It was a warm summer day, and the captains of the fleet were on shore. Some of them were watching their
white-sailed ships in the bay below, and talking together of the coming of the Spaniards. Some of them were
playing a game of bowls on a smooth green lawn looking over the sea. There was Sir Francis Drake, the terror
of the Spaniards, throwing his bowl with as light a heart as if he had never heard of the Invincible Armada.
They are not afraid, these stalwart English seamen! They have fought the Spaniards in far-away Spanish seas;
how much better will they fight in defence of
 their home and country! "Let the proud Spaniards come," they say, "they shall see what a welcome we can give
"Let them come, come never so proudly
O'er the green waves as giants ride;
Silver clarions menacing loudly,
'All the Spains' on their banners wide.
We shall sunder them, fire and plunder them,
English boats on an English sea."
Suddenly a small armed ship was seen running swiftly into the harbour under a press of sail. Her crew had
great news to tell. The Armada was coming! They had seen it quite near the English coast. The ships, they
said, were so many and so huge that they stretched over seven miles of sea.
At this exciting news the captains, who a minute before had been chatting lazily in the sunshine, began to
hurry to and fro. They shouted for their men, and, hastening to the waterside, called for their ships' boats.
In the midst of all this excitement Drake
 had never moved from his place on the bowling-green; he did not even stop his game. "There is plenty of time,"
he said, as he aimed his bowl, "to win the game and beat the Spaniards too!"
And soon, gallant and gay as ever, these English seamen sailed out from Plymouth Bay to battle for their
country and their Queen.
Meanwhile, swift horsemen rode inland to spread the news far and wide that the enemy had come at last. And
when night came, a messenger swifter than any horseman was found to carry on the news.
On all the high hills throughout the length and breadth of England were lonely watchmen, waiting beside great
piles of wood. They were watching for the signal to tell them the Spaniards were coming, and then they would
light these great beacon fires to send on the news.
On a rock near Plymouth Bay shone the first signal flame. At once the fires blazed up on the cliffs along the
 Quickly the inland hills carried on the fiery signal—
"And swift to east, and swift to west, the ghastly war-flame spread."
The Spaniards, as they looked towards the England they had sworn to conquer, saw along the south coast—
"Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire."
And all night long the blazing fires sent on the warning that England was in danger—
"And on, and on, without a pause, untired they bounded still;
All night from tower to tower they sprang; they sprang from hill to hill."
Until, at last, all over England men knew that the enemy was near, and every village and town made ready for
war, in case the fleet was beaten and the Spaniards landed on English soil.
But the English sea-dogs did not mean to be beaten. Though the Spanish ships were so great and strong, the
English ships were much easier to manage; they could
 turn and move in every direction much more swiftly.
When the English came in sight of the Spanish ships sailing proudly along, they did not at once rush into
battle; for the ships of the Armada were like floating castles, so great they were and so high. If the English
ships had come to close quarters, and tried to board the Spaniards, they would have been broken to pieces. So,
instead, they sailed just near enough to riddle the Spanish ships with deadly shot, and, turning swiftly, were
away before the Spaniards could reply. Then they would dash in from another side.
Again and again the great Spanish galleons tried to get near enough to board the little English ships. Again
and again the English sailed round them, and gave them no chance. So quickly could the English turn and sail
that the Spaniards muttered that there were witches, not sailors, on board.
So the English chased the Invincible
 Armada away from England's shores. At last it struggled, battered and torn, but not beaten yet, into a French
Suddenly a crimson glow lit up the sea and land. The English had driven flaming fire-ships into the harbour.
The Spaniards, mad with terror, struggled with each other to get out of the harbour and escape the fire.
Outside the harbour the English were waiting. Fierce and furious was the fight, but the English victory was
sure. The Spaniards in their fear had lost all sense and order. Many of their greatest ships were sunk or
At last all that was left of the great Armada fled northward, with the English sea-dogs behind them.
The English chased them until the English shot was all used up. Raleigh's ship was one of those which followed
the longest. At last the English turned, and left the Spaniards to the stormy northern seas.
Wilder and louder grew the storm. On
 and on the Spaniards were driven by the wild wind, far out of sight of England, round the dangerous rocky
coast of Scotland. Many of the ships were wrecked on the cruel rocks.
Some of the Spaniards managed to reach the shores of Ireland, and sought refuge there. But they were taken,
and sent from village to village, coupled in halters, to be shipped into England. The Queen disdaining, as
Drake tells us, to put them to death, and scorning to keep them, sent them back to Spain to tell the story of
their Invincible Armada.
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