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THE DEVON SAILORS AND THEIR STRANGE STORIES
 MORE than three hundred years ago, a great queen, named Elizabeth, ruled over England, but the people loved her so
much that they called her "Good Queen Bess."
At this time England did not own any lands beyond the seas. The Spaniards said that all the land beyond the
Atlantic Ocean belonged to Spain, because the Spanish sailors had been the first to discover America. Every
year they sent many ships to this New World to bring back to Spain
 the rich treasures they found there. This made the English sailors very jealous. They, too, wanted to sail
across the sea, and to bring back gold and silver.
The bravest English sailors lived on the coast of Devonshire, in the south-west corner of England. These men
of Devon hated the Spaniards more than any people in the whole world. If the Spaniards caught any English
sailors in what they called the Spanish seas, they flung them, loaded with irons, into dark dungeons, and
sometimes they tortured them. But this cruel treatment did not stop the Devonshire seamen from sailing to the
New World. It only made them more anxious to go and beat the Spaniards. They knew they were better seamen, and
they thought they were better fighters, than the Spaniards. They used to say that one west-countryman could
fight five Spaniards any day.
So they set sail for the Spanish seas, and boldly attacked the great
treasure-  ships. Sometimes they landed on the shores of the New World, and traded with the Indians who lived there. The
Spaniards were very cruel to the poor Indians, so the Indians were glad to help an enemy of Spain. Sometimes
the English "sea-dogs," as they were called, even attacked the Spanish ports, and seized the treasure as it
was lying on the beach, ready to be shipped off to Spain.
The King of Spain was very angry, and asked Queen Elizabeth to punish these English sailors. He called them
pirates, as indeed they were. But the English said that they were not pirates, because the treasure did not
really belong to the Spaniards, since they had robbed it from the poor Indians by cruelty and torture. They
said it was a good deed to punish the Spaniards for their wickedness. As for Good Queen Bess, she was proud of
her brave sailors, and wore in her crown some of the jewels they brought back.
At this time, when so many Devon men
 were risking their lives for glory and for gold, there lived in a beautiful Devonshire manor-house a boy
called Walter Raleigh. He was a tall, strong boy, with dark hair and bright brown eyes. He could box, and
fence, and ride, and swim, and he knew how to manage a boat. He was clever, too, at school, and very fond of
reading. But he loved best of all to listen to the wonderful stories of the sailors who had roamed in all
parts of the world. All his spare time was spent on the shore, watching the ships and talking to the sailors.
A SAILOR TALKED OF THE STRANGE COUNTRY WHERE SUCH BIRDS LIVED.
Sometimes a sailor had a ghastly tale to tell. He had been captured by the Spaniards, and had been racked and
tortured in Spanish dungeons. He could show his scars, and could tell, too, the wild adventures by which he
had at last escaped.
Sometimes another sailor, with his fingers sparkling with jewels, and a Spanish dagger by his side, would tell
how a little English ship had captured a great Spanish galleon, laden with gold and silver and jewels. He
 would show his velvet hat, in which a bird with glittering green and gold feathers was fastened with a golden
clasp, and would talk of the strange country where such birds lived.
Often the sailors talked of a wondrous city, where even the roofs of the houses were made of gold. They had
not seen this city, but next voyage they hoped they would. As they talked of it, their eyes sparkled, and one
of them leaping up, shouted out—
"Oh, who will join, jolly mariners all?
And who will join, says he, O!
To fill his pockets with the good red gold,
By sailing on the sea, O!"
Walter listened with beating heart. He longed to say that he would join. He longed to explore that marvellous
New World. He longed to see that wondrous city. But most of all he longed to fight the cruel Spaniards, who
tortured the brave English sailors and the poor Indian people. He knew that he was still too young to
 sail away to the Spanish seas. He had still much to learn.
But he resolved that when he was a man he too would fight Spain, and win glory for England.
As he turned from the beach to go home through the beautiful Devonshire lanes, he could hear the sailors
"Westward ho! with a rum-below,
And hurra for the Spanish main, O!"