by Anthony Hassett (1 of 3)
For three months, and in a confusion of names now vanished, our rotting vessels made slow headway through the strange aberrant splendors of the sea. Finally, in a state of madness, we ran our ships on shore, and so embedded them forever in sand.
Here we saw the marks of beasts, not men, whose feet were likewise as great as an oxen, which we measured to eight or nine inches in breadth. This discovery somewhat disturbed the muster of our poor men, who had not experience of the like before. Also, among the strange herbs and flowers, we saw a great store of heathens who resembled murdering over-grown monkeys, which so frighted some of our men that they began to go back, and retire in certain bushes. Truly, it is strange to see what a speket mass of loathsome things present themselves on these isles -- firstly, to the view of God, and now to the view and detestation of Christian men. And who shew such liberty in all kind of lewd behavior, as they skip in the trees from bough to bough, whereon is planted a very fair vine, from which they stew a wine or sacrament, and use it marvelous beastly. It is with God's blessing that we shoot and discharge into these demons our pieces, that they too, through the scent of gunpowder fired in piety, might suppose us to be gods, and not persuaded to the contrary... Anthony Hassett is an illustrator, poet, and the author of Gazette.
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