NIGEL'S RETURN TO FRANCE.

Meantime the governor had been surveying the damages committed by the

storm, and, summoning the count and other leading people, announced his

intention of abandoning the island before more labour had been expended,

and settling on another higher up the harbour. All approved of his

proposal, for though they saw that the island was well placed for

defence, it was also exposed to the fury of the sea when excited by

tempests. They now awaited anxiously for news of the ships, but still

the wind blew furiously up the harbour, and would prevent them from

coming down, even should they have escaped shipwreck. Fears were

entertained that they might have been cast on the northern shore, when

their crews would most probably have fallen into the hands of the

Portuguese. For two days more the tempest continued, and the hearts of

the colonists remained agitated with doubts and fears. The third

morning broke bright and clear, the clouds dispersed, and the wind,

changing, blew with a gentle breath down the harbour. Had a boat

remained on the island she would have been sent in search of the missing

ships. Some proposed building a flat-bottomed raft, which might be

finished in a few hours and serve to navigate the smooth waters of the

bay. Villegagnon gave the order to commence the work, and already it

had made some progress, when a shout was raised of "A sail! a sail!" It

was one of the ships standing down before the wind from the upper part

of the harbour. Another and another appeared, till at length the minds

of the colonists were set at rest. They all had had narrow escapes, but

had succeeded in bringing up under the lee of different islands, where,

the water being smooth, they had ridden out the storm. Every one

capable of labouring immediately set to work to re-ship the guns, and

stores, and even the woodwork of the houses and forts, to convey them to

an island Villegagnon had fixed on in a more secure part of the harbour.

The task occupied several days, and sorely tried the patience of those

who were anxious at once to commence their intended agricultural

pursuits. The advantages possessed by the new spot selected were

evidently superior to those of Lange Island which they had left. The

count proposed that the name of their patron, "Admiral Coligny," should

be given to their present resting-place, and he was supported by the

leading colonists. The governor, with a bad grace, consented, though it

was evident that he had intended to bestow his own name on their new

acquisition.

With the exception of the losses caused by the storm, all hitherto

seemed to be going on well; and Nigel began to hope that Villegagnon had

abandoned his design, and really intended to establish a colony on the

principles proposed by the admiral. He was glad, indeed, that he had

not spoken of his suspicions to Constance or her father, as they must

have been, had he done so, greatly troubled about the future. He, in

common with all the officers and men of the expedition, was busily

engaged from morn till night in erecting the new fortifications, which

were laid out on a much larger scale, and were built far more

substantially than the last had been. The colonists' dwellings were

also re-erected, and, wood being abundant, many of them were of

considerable size, though only one story in height. Within the fort

were the barracks for the soldiers, while a number of houses to afford

shelter to the inhabitants, should the settlement be attacked, were

erected. The larger residences were scattered about over the island,

and a village sprang up on the shores of the chief landing-place. It

was, however, well protected by the fort, off which lay the ships, and

it was considered that while they remained it would be secured against

an attack. Four smaller forts were also built on commanding situations

in the more accessible parts of the island, so Villegagnon considered

that the settlement was well able to resist the assaults of either a

civilised or barbarous foe. The friendly disposition shown by the

Tamoyos, the most numerous and powerful tribe in the neighbourhood, gave

him no anxiety on the latter account; while, although by this time the

Portuguese settlement in the south had greatly increased, the Portuguese

had shown no disposition to advance towards the shores of the bay of

Nitherohy. It was the intention of the French to form a settlement on

the southern shore of the bay as soon as their numbers were sufficiently

increased; and Villegagnon, relying on his secure position, resolved at

length to send back the fleet for reinforcements.

Nigel had in the mean time been a frequent visitor at the house of the

Count de Tourville, where he ever received that friendly welcome which

made him hope that he would not disapprove of his aspiring to the hand

of Constance, who appeared to have no doubts on the subject. She knew

that Nigel was of noble birth though destitute of fortune, and she felt

sure that her father would not refuse to give her to one, her equal in

birth, who was of her own religion, and whose heart was hers, while he

was well able to protect her. They had not hitherto spoken of love, but

they were mutually aware of the state of each other's affections, the

most perfect confidence existing between them. Occasionally a holiday

was allowed, when Nigel, having one of the ship's boats at his command,

took the count and his daughter, with other friends, across the bay, to

visit its picturesque shores and the many lovely islands resting on its

bosom. The party had gone higher up the bay than they had hitherto

ventured to do, and reaching a small island which appeared to be

uninhabited, they went on shore, proposing to dine and wander through

its shady woods. The seamen remained near the boat, while Constance and

two lady friends, with the officers and other gentlemen who formed the

party, proceeded to a clear spot beneath the shade of some lofty trees,

where for awhile they could enjoy the sea breeze, while discussing the

viands they had brought. The repast being over, the three ladies

strolled along the beach to the western end of the island, for the

purpose of enjoying the view which extended almost to the extreme limit

of the harbour. Constance's two friends had seated themselves on the

bank, while she, attracted by some flowers which grew near the edge of

the water ran forward to examine them. She was on the point of picking

one of gorgeous hue when a canoe, paddled by a single Indian, unobserved

by her, darted round the point and approached the beach. The occupant

sprang lightly on shore, when a cry from her companions made her look

up, and she saw a tall and handsome native, with a circlet of feathers

on his head, and a cloak and kilt richly adorned, standing before her.

Her first impulse was to fly, but, giving another glance at the

stranger, she recognised Tecumah, the young chief of the Tamoyos. She

had already acquired some knowledge of the language.

"What brings you here?" she asked. "We thought that none of your people

were on the island."

She felt that it was better to speak, although she was not altogether

free from fear. The respectful attitude of the young chief, however,

reassured her.

"I often come here," he answered. "Seeing your boat approaching, I

waited for an opportunity of speaking to you, lady. For days and days I

have longed for it. Since my eyes first rested on your countenance it

has never been absent from my heart. My ambition has been to become

like your people, and to gain the knowledge they possess, and thus be

worthy of leading you home as my bride."

Such in substance was what the young chief said, although his address

was far longer, and more full of figurative expressions than have been

here given. Constance at first could not understand what he said, but

when its meaning broke on her she felt no small amount of alarm and

uneasiness, yet her right feeling would not allow her to treat young

Tecumah, savage though he was, either with contempt or anger.

"You have surprised and pained me," she answered gently. "It is not the

custom of the maidens of my country to wed with those of another race or

of a different faith," she answered. "I grieve to hurt your feelings

but what you have asked can never be granted. Continue, as heretofore,

to be the friend of my people, and you will also remain my friend. Let

me now return to my companions, for they cannot fail to be surprised at

seeing you; only let me ask that you will never repeat what you have

just said, and banish me, I pray you, from your thoughts."

"Not while Tecumah breathes the air of heaven can your form be banished

from his heart. Oh, ask him not to perform a task beyond his power,"

answered the Indian. "He obeys you now, as you will find he is ever

ready to do. Farewell." Saying this, greatly to the relief of

Constance, the Indian with slow steps returned to his canoe, while she

hastened back to her companions.

"Who is he? What object brought him here?" asked one of the young

ladies in a tone of alarm.

"He certainly did not appear unfriendly," remarked the other. "I should

say, Constance, judging from his manner, that he is a devoted admirer of

you. Come, my dear, confess--did he not ask you to become his bride?

Ah! I thought so," she continued, observing the colour rising on

Constance's cheek.

"I cannot reply to you!" exclaimed Constance, feeling excessively

annoyed at her friend's remarks. "You would not for a moment suppose

that I should listen to such a proposal. I scarcely, indeed, could

understand what he said. But we must not remain here, and it will be

well if we return immediately to the boat, lest more of the savages

should be lying concealed in the island and intrude themselves on us."

This last observation induced her companions eagerly to follow her

advice, evidently more alarmed than she was, and as they hurried on they

frequently looked back, expecting to see a party of dark-skinned

warriors suddenly start forth from the forest near them. They, however,

reached their friends in safety. On finding themselves safe on board

the boat they recovered their spirits, and the other ladies even

ventured to banter Constance about her Indian admirer. Nigel naturally

inquired what had happened. Constance then told him of the sudden

appearance of the Indian, but the expression of her countenance

prevented him from asking further questions. The expedition, which all

agreed had been a very pleasant one, terminated without any further

incident worthy of note.

Nigel, as usual, spent the evening at the count's house; and he and

Constance found an opportunity before the other guests arrived, for

strolling out in the woods behind the house, through which several walks

had already been cut. She then frankly told him what had occurred,

begging him, at the same time, not to be anxious on that account, as she

had every reason to believe that the young chief would not again molest

her.

"I trust not, dearest Constance!" exclaimed Nigel, taking her hand.

"Would that I had a right to protect you. Will you consent to become

mine if your father will give his permission?"

Constance gave him her hand. He spoke of his want of fortune, but he

reminded her that he had a strong arm and willing heart, qualifications

of no slight importance in a new colony, and he had every reason to hope

that he should be able to maintain her. She agreed that he should

immediately speak to the count, and he offered to throw up his

commission and cast in his fortune with her father and his associates;

and before they returned to the house many a plan for the future was

agreed on.

The count, almost to their surprise, without offering any objections,

entered into all their views; and Nigel determined the next morning to

ask permission from the captain to quit his ship and settle on shore.

"Impossible, sir," was the answer. "Were I to give you the permission

you ask all the officers and men would be desiring to turn settlers. I

intend to send the ship back immediately, and you must be prepared to

attend to your duty."

In vain Nigel expostulated; Villegagnon threatened to put him in irons

and send him back as a mutineer if he refused to obey his orders.

The ships were rapidly got ready for the voyage. Nigel, with a sad

heart, bade farewell to Constance.

"Rest confident of my love," she whispered. "We must wait till you can

obtain the admiral's sanction to quit the service. My father will write

to him on the subject, and I doubt not that he will grant your request."

Still, though Constance spoke with confidence, the hearts of the young

people were sad, for they could not help thinking of the many dangers

which they both would have to encounter. Those to which Constance might

be exposed rose up before Nigel. The settlement might be attacked by

the Portuguese, or the natives might prove treacherous, and he could not

forget his doubts of Villegagnon's honesty. Constance thought of the

storms and the enemies Nigel might have to encounter during his voyage,

and the risk he might run of being treated as a heretic by the Roman

Catholics on returning to France. With forebodings she could not

overcome, she saw the ship's sails spread to the wind as they glided out

of the harbour.

The voyage to Europe was accomplished without any disaster. While the

ships were refitting, Nigel, accompanied by Monsieur Billard, captain of

the _Vesta_, one of the ships of the squadron, made a journey to Rouen,

where the admiral had come to meet a number of persons who proposed

embarking. The advantages to be gained in the new colony had spread

among the Protestants of France, and persons of all ranks and from all

quarters were eager to embark. The undertaking was especially favoured

by Calvin, Farel, and other Protestant ministers, who hoped ere long to

see a large and flourishing community of their fellow-believers

established in the New World, where many of those suffering in Europe

might fly for refuge. Rouen was a large and populated place in those

days, and the new emigrants had no difficulty in finding accommodation.

Nigel and Captain Billard called on the admiral at his hotel, and were

received with great courtesy and kindness. Nigel presented the count's

letter.

"I am sorry, my young friend, for one reason, that you desire to quit

the navy of France, for I feel sure that you would have risen to

distinction," observed the admiral, "although I may congratulate you on

another account; and I, therefore, do not hesitate to grant your

request. You will, I hope, succeed in the new position you have

chosen."

Nigel thanked the admiral, and afterwards, accompanied by Captain

Billard, went to call on several persons of distinction who were about

to proceed with them to Nitherohy. He had particularly wished to go on

to Tourville to see his old friend the steward, so as to be able to give

to the count a report of the state of his property. So eager, however,

were the emigrants to set out, that the ships were got ready with

unusual rapidity, and he had no time to make the journey. He was

walking in the evening through the streets, when he caught sight of a

person in ecclesiastical dress, whose features he recognised, and on a

second glance he felt sure that they were those of the very man he had

seen in company with Villegagnon. He suspected that the priest was

there for no good purpose. The Jesuit regarded him with his keen grey

eyes, and evidently recognised him, and when Nigel and his companion

passed on, followed them at a distance.

The next morning, accompanied by a number of emigrants, they set out for

Havre. Most of the party were men who followed civil occupations; the

gentlemen, however, carrying swords, while a few among them had pistols.

On reaching Honfleur they found a large crowd assembled in the

market-place, through which they had to pass on their way to the boats,

which were waiting to carry them on board their ships. In the crowd

Nigel again caught sight of the priest, who was speaking to the people

around him.

"Come, come, my friends," cried Captain Billard, who rode at the head of

the party; "we wish to react the boats waiting for us."

"They are heretics, despisers of the Holy Virgin and the saints!" cried

some one from the crowd. "Down with them. Cut them to pieces. Let

none escape."

Scarcely were the words uttered than a shower of stones was hurled at

the heads of the Protestant emigrants, who immediately drew their swords

to defend themselves, while they forced their way through the crowd.

Scarcely, however, had they got many yards before they were met by a

body of men, some with firearms, and others with spears and axes.

"We must fight for our lives, my friends," cried Captain Billard. "On!

on! But keep together."

The bold front which he and his companions showed for a time kept back

their assailants; but a voice, which Nigel recognised as that of the

priest, was heard shouting, "Down with them! down with them!" and the

mob again pressed them close. Many were wounded, and Nigel, with grief,

saw his friend fall from his horse, shot through the body. He in vain

endeavoured to rescue him. The savages dragged him into their midst,

hacking and hewing his inanimate form. Nigel, seeing that he and his

friends would be cut to pieces, urged them to keep close together; and

by desperate efforts they at length cut their way down to the boats,

from which the seamen, who were fortunately armed, leapt on shore, and,

furiously charging the mob, turned them back and kept them at bay while

the emigrants embarked.

On counting their numbers, it was found that, beside the captain, three

others had fallen, while many were wounded. Providentially the women

and children, with their baggage, had been sent on the day before from

Rouen, or the whole party would have been cut to pieces.

On reaching Havre, Nigel and two other officers went on shore to

complain of the outrage, but could obtain no redress from the

authorities, who merely shrugged their shoulders and declared they could

not restrain the religious zeal of the people. The anchors were

speedily got up, and with sad hearts the emigrants left their native

shores.

A fair wind carried the squadron down Channel, and for some time the

voyage was prosperous. Before, however, they reached the latitude of

Madeira the weather changed, and a heavy gale coming on, sorely tried

the imperfectly prepared ships. The officers, exerting themselves to

the utmost, encouraged their men, and the pumps were kept going till the

storm ceased and the leaks could be got at and stopped. When the ships,

which had been scattered by the gale, again joined company, all were

found to have been sorely battered. One had lost her topmasts, another

her bowsprit, and the rest some two or more spars. They had no friendly

port into which they could put, as Madeira was in the hands of the

Portuguese, so they had to wait for a calm to repair their more serious

damages. The Line was crossed without having the opportunity, and when

within three or four days' sail of their destination, some strange ships

were seen ahead, apparently waiting for them. There could be no doubt

that the strangers were Portuguese. A consultation was held by the

captains whether they should try to escape by altering their course, or

stand boldly on and attack the enemy. Water and provisions were running

short, and should they take to flight, days and even weeks might elapse

before they could gain their port. They determined, therefore, to stand

on, and should an attempt be made to stop them, to fight bravely as long

as their ships should swim. Their enemies were not to be despised, they

knew, for the Portuguese of those days were renowned for their hardihood

and courage. Five sail were counted, the number of their own ships, so

that each would have an antagonist to contend with.

The French, under all sail, keeping close together in line, stood

towards the headmost of the enemy's ships, which were somewhat separated

from each other. Nigel's being the leading ship of the French squadron,

first came up with the headmost one of the enemy's ships. They were

sailing, it must be understood, on two sides of an angle, the French

before the wind, the Portuguese close hauled. Captain Beauport, the

commander of the _Madeline_, immediately hauled his wind and poured in

his broadside at close quarters, bringing the enemy's mizenmast, with

its large mizen, down on deck. The effect was to make the ship pay off

before the wind, and expose her stern to the fire of the _Madeline's_

guns, which had been rapidly reloaded and run out. Captain Beauport

then running up on the larboard side of the Portuguese, so as to place

himself between her and the rest of the enemy, continued the fight

broadside to broadside, while he threw out a signal to his consorts to

attack the other ships of the enemy. They, though considerably larger

than the French, after exchanging a few shots at a distance, put up

their helms and ran off before the wind, leaving the first ship attacked

by Captain Beauport to her fate. This was soon settled, for though her

guns and crew greatly outnumbered those of the _Madeline_, so many of

her people had been killed and wounded, that as the French ship ran

alongside for the purpose of boarding the enemy, the crew of the latter

hauled down their flag and cried for quarter. This was immediately

given, and efforts were made to stop the shot-holes through which the

water was running into the prize. There seemed very little prospect of

keeping her afloat. Her crew and passengers were in despair, and were

eager to take refuge on board their captor. Many of the men, instead of

endeavouring to save the ship, fell down on their knees, invoking the

Virgin and saints to assist them. Captain Beauport and his officers,

however, soon stirred them up, and insisted on their going below and

attending to their duty. Among the passengers were two priests, who

seemed especially anxious to save some cases and packages, loudly

calling on their countrymen to assist them.

"Never mind your baggage, my friends," said Nigel. "Let the men attend

to their work. If your property is lost, patience. We must first save

all the water and provisions, in case the ship should go down, as it

will be difficult enough to feed all your people from our own stores."

"But, Monsieur officer, our property is invaluable," cried the priests.

"It cannot be replaced. You do not know what precious things we have

got."

"Precious or not, they must stay where they are till the shot-holes are

plugged, unless you choose to carry them yourselves."

"Oh, sacrilegious heretic, we will be revenged on you some day,"

muttered one of the priests, while the other hurled some curses at

Nigel's head, to which he did not stop to listen, remembering the

proverb that "Curses, like birds, go home to roost at night."

By plugging the shot-holes and setting strong gangs to work the pumps,

the prize was kept afloat sufficiently long to get out some of the

provisions and water, as well as a portion of her cargo. The priests

again loudly called on their countrymen to assist them in transferring

the goods to the _Madeline_, though few of them showed any disposition

to do so, but by the assistance of the French crew, their valuables were

at length got out of the sinking ship.

The rest of the fleet had now come up, and the prisoners were

distributed among them. The priests, however, would not desert their

baggage, which, they insisted, was their own private property.

"If it is found to be so on inspection you shall retain it," observed

Captain Beauport; "but as the cases may possibly contain munitions of

war, we cannot allow them without examination to fall into the hands of

your countrymen."

The priests protested that there was nothing warlike in them, but the

captain was determined to have the cases examined. On opening them one

was found to contain a large coarsely painted figure of the Virgin and

Child, another half a dozen small figure of saints, the third was full

of flat leaden figures and crosses.

"What are these?" asked the captain, coming to a fourth, full of small

boxes and parcels.

"Those," answered the priest, who was looking indignantly on, "are the

bones of saints and martyrs. Let them not be touched, I beseech you, by

sacrilegious hands."

Each package was labelled, a score or more having the name of Saint

Anthony.

"Why, you must have got two or three saints' bodies here," exclaimed the

captain.

"Only a very small portion of one, indeed," answered the priest; "a hair

from his beard or a paring from his toe-nail is of value equal to the

whole of his leg."

"And what are these other packages?" inquired the captain.

"Each contains some precious relic, efficacious in curing every disease

to which the human body is liable," answered the priest.

"Nonsense!" exclaimed the captain; "we cannot allow such rubbish to

remain on board."

"You will be guilty of horrible sacrilege and unheard-of cruelty to the

settlers and poor natives, if you throw these precious relics into the

sea, and deprive them of the benefits they will bring."

"We will see about it," answered the captain. "What are these bales?"

he asked, pointing to some canvas packages, which he ordered his men to

rip open.

The priests made no reply. They were found to contain sheets of paper,

printed some in Portuguese and some in Latin, but all sealed with the

seals of the ecclesiastical courts in Portugal or at Rome. They were,

indeed, "Indulgences," or "Pardons" for various sins mentioned in the

Romish Rubric, the prices, which varied from half a dollar to seven

dollars, being marked upon each, the latter being for murder and the

most heinous offences of every possible kind, which cannot be mentioned.

"Why, I see none for heresy, or sacrilege, or calling the Pope and his

cardinals gross impostors, and you two worthies are arrant rogues and

fools, or we might have become purchasers to a large amount!" exclaimed

the captain indignantly. "Heave this trumpery overboard, and you,

Senhores priests, may be thankful that you have been deprived of the

means of cheating your countrymen and deceiving the ignorant natives by

your abominable impostures."

The sailors, with shouts of satisfaction, forthwith hove overboard the

boxes of relics, the bales of "indulgences," and the leaden charms,

which quickly sank to the bottom. Some cases of trumpery rosaries were

found and dispatched the same way. The images, or rather the idols, for

such the natives would have regarded them, were lowered overboard, and

went bobbing about astern of the ship, and the water soon washing off

the paint, reduced them to the appearance of shapeless logs. There were

still several cases of crucifixes of all sizes, having the appearance of

silver but were found to be of iron, covered with the thinnest tinsel.

The priests pleaded hard to have them preserved.

"No," said Captain Beauport, firmly; "I will be no party to your

impostures. These are images as well as the others, and more

blasphemous still, seeing that they have in no way the appearance of the

crucified Saviour; and He Himself has said, `Thou shalt not make unto

thee any graven image, or any likeness of anything that is in heaven

above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under

the earth: Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them: for

I the Lord thy God am a jealous God'--and that I am sure you would have

taught the natives to do, for your own people do the same; and so, to

prevent you or others from thus offending God, they must be put

overboard with the rest of your idols."

The priests swore oaths deep, but not loud, that they would be revenged

on the heretics--oaths which they fully intended to keep. Sail was now

made, and the ships stood towards the land. They had not gone far,

however, before the signal was made from the prize that the water was

again rushing in. The _Madeline_ and the other ships sent their boats

to her assistance, but all the efforts of the crew could not keep her

afloat, and they had barely time to escape from her, when she went down

head foremost, with most of her cargo on board. As the French had no

desire to retain their prisoners, they steered into a small port some

way to the southward of Nitherohy. Here the Portuguese were put on

shore, with a supply of provisions and such arms as were required to

enable them to protect themselves against the natives, who, they

averred, would otherwise attack and cut them off--an event, considering

the cruelties they had already begun to practise on the unfortunate

Indians, very likely to happen. A bright look-out was kept during the

time for the enemy's squadron, but it did not appear; and the French,

favoured by a fair wind, steered for Nitherohy, which they were all

eager to reach. Nigel's heart beat with anxiety. Besides knowing that

the Portuguese, in considerable force, were in the neighbourhood, and

being uncertain as to the fidelity of the fickle Indians, he could not

forget his suspicions regarding Villegagnon, and he dreaded to hear that

the governor had carried out the treacherous designs which he believed

him to entertain. All eyes were directed towards the island-fortress,

as the ship sailed up the harbour. Great was the satisfaction of the

voyagers as they beheld the flag of France blowing out above the

fortifications. Cheers burst from their throats, and a salute fired

from the shore was returned by the ships, as, gliding on, they came to

an anchor before the landing-place.

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