1609: Winter of the Dead: A Novel of the Founding of Jamestown

1609: Winter of the Dead: A Novel of the Founding of Jamestown

by Elizabeth Massie
     
 

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America comes of age--as seen through the eyes of its young founders

Nat and Richard are two orphaned thieves on the streets of London. When John Smith offers them passage as laborers on a merchant ship bound for the New World they jump at the opportunity. What luck! The land of Virginia is rumored to be paved with gold. They will be rich! But quickly the

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America comes of age--as seen through the eyes of its young founders

Nat and Richard are two orphaned thieves on the streets of London. When John Smith offers them passage as laborers on a merchant ship bound for the New World they jump at the opportunity. What luck! The land of Virginia is rumored to be paved with gold. They will be rich! But quickly the boys learn the awful truth: blinded by greed and arrogance, the settlers of the new English colony at Jamestown are unprepared for the brutal reality of frontier life. Inadequate supplies, illness, petty squabbling, malarial summer heat, and bitter winter cold decimate the colony. Those who escape death are reduced to chewing roots and shoe leather to survive--and, in one horrific instance, cannibalizing a corpse.

Yet by spring more colonists arrive, dreaming of paradise but finding a colony on the brink of starvation.

Through it all Nat and Richard must fall back on their wits to survive.

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ISBN-13:
9781466856103
Publisher:
Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date:
11/05/2013
Series:
Young Founders , #1
Sold by:
Macmillan
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
192
File size:
0 MB
Age Range:
13 - 18 Years

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1609: Winter of the Dead

A Novel of the Founding of Jamestown
By Massie, Elizabeth

Tor Teen

Copyright © 2007 Massie, Elizabeth
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780765356048

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March 11, 1607
At last, praise God, the Susan Constant has eased its rolling and I am able to write. For 50 days we have been sailing from London across these wretched waters, and for these many days we have been biding our time, some not as well as others. Unlike some men down here on the 'tween deck, I have a strong stomach and the pitching of the ship rarely bothers me. But the other passengers, many gentlemen and wealthy fortune-seekers, whine like babies when we rock back and forth in the waves. They complain and then they vomit. It isn't the jarring sea which makes me sick, but those prissy men and the fact that I am responsible for cleaning up what they spit out. Yet I must act like they do not bother me. They do not tike me, but it is best that I act humble and stupid so they will leave me alone.
Gentlemen. I've never had to spend so much time in so close quarters. Back in London, I could run from them and put distance between us, but not here. Here, I must endure them. Here, each one of its is trying to make a "home" out of a space of perhaps two feet wide and five feet long. Some of the gentlemen who boarded first laid claim to barrels, maneuvered them so they were side by side, and put their mattresses across the tops so they would not have to sleep on the floor. Others have nailedcanvas sheets from the ceiling in order to make themselves little private closets. As a simple laborer, and a boy at that, I was required to find my space last. I sleep here, near the stern, under the clacking tiller which thumps constantly as it works the rudder. The other commoners here on the Susan Constant mind their own business and fraternize primarily with each other. They do not bother me, but they have not befriended me, either.
My name is Nathaniel Peacock. I am fifteen years of age, born on the 15th of February in the year of our Lord 1592. It has been a very long time since I've held a pen to write. Paper and ink are hard to come by for such as myself, a poor orphan boy from the London streets. But I won't be a poor boy for long. Soon I will be a rich man with all the money and goods I want, because we are going to Virginia, a land of beauty and wealth, named for the Virgin Queen Elizabeth who reigned until 1603, the time when our King James ascended the throne. In this land of Virginia I shall be able to act as I want and not as I must.
My written words are awkward and splotched, as much from unfamiliarity with this pen as from the shifting of the ship on the water. But as long as I can get my hands on ink and paper, I intend to keep a journal of my adventures.
We have been traveling since December 20th of last year. It's been a much longer journey than planned. We have faced sleet and rain and thunderous waves. Twice we've gone six-on-four rations as commanded by Captain Newport, allowing six men the food of four so we do not run out before we find an island on which to refresh our supplies. We have seen the near-death of our Reverend Hunt from seasickness and have seen his miraculous recovery. But we are together still, and still are headed west.
There are three ships crossing the ocean--the Susan Constant, the Discovery, and the Godspeed. The London Company, a group of rich men seeking yet more fortune, raised the money for the ships and the crew and the supplies to take this voyage. The Company named Bartholomew Gosnold to be captain of the Godspeed, and they named John Ratcliffe to be captain of the Discovery. Here on the Susan Constant the solemn Captain Christopher Newport is in charge. It did surprise Richard and me that John Smith wasn't named captain of this ship. Smith, as everyone knows, is a brave and daring man indeed.
It was John Smith himself who spotted my companion, Richard Mutton, and me outside the Charging Boar Tavern in London last September, and offered us the chance to sail the sea to Virginia. We had been stealing from the passersby as was our usual morning activity, and at first when Smith called to me, I was certain he had seen me take a coin pouch from an old man. To be caught stealing small things in London is to be beaten. To be caught stealing valuables is to be hanged, and I daresay what I'd taken from the old codger had value. But Smith hadn't witnessed the theft. He merely bowed to us and then asked if we were healthy and free to travel. I hesitated, but when he introduced himself as Smith, I assured him right away that we were indeed of good health and free to go wherever he wanted us to go.
Smith said there was a voyage to go to the New World of Virginia in December. I said yes. I also said I could use hammer and nails and an axe, that I could tend animals, could cook, and could fight with musket or sword. All lies, of course, but to get by in this world, one must act many roles. Richard was not as enthusiastic as I to go. He was afraid the gentlemen on the trip would treat us poorly. Why, Richard reasoned, should we get on a ship to be treated poorly in dose quarters when we could be treated just as poorly in London where we had room to run away? But I say you must act whatever part you are given at whatever moment that is, and soon you will get what you want. If we act as humble laborers, then we will survive the voyage to gain the wealth we so deserve in Virginia. We could never get wealthy in London, no matter how many old men we robbed. But the Spanish have found gold on their voyages west and so shall we. In Virginia, I've heard tell there is gold lying about the ground, just waiting to be picked up and put into one's pocket.
The blotch on the paper just rum is where my hand jerked, throwing off a rat who had nuzzled up to my elbow and proposed to be my friend. I think he's wandered off to bed down with one of the gentlemen.
Poor rat.
I stole this paper, the pen, and the inkwell from the wooden box of Samuel Collier, John Smith's brattish page. The boy is red-haired and freckle-faced and believes he is better than me although he is two years my junior. He has a mattress near Richard's and mine, on the other side of a pea barrel and potato barrel I know how to play the part of meek laborer in front of the men, but Samuel best watch it if he finds himself alone with me.
In spite of the others' complaints, my companion Richard Mutton and I are bearing the trip well. We do what we're told, running errands, bringing food to the men, cleaning rubbish and wastes, killing rats and mice and tossing them overboard, mending loose boards alongside the sailors. Sometimes we make a game of throwing the rats, to see who can pitch one the farthest. I usually win. Whatever our tasks and however poorly the men on the Susan Constant treat us, I keep thinking of the reasons Richard and I came along in the first place.
There are, of course, the reasons the London Company gives for our venture. Those are of bringing profits to the Company and of establishing a settlement in Virginia where English goods can be shipped in exchange for New World commodities.
There are the reasons King James gives, those of spreading Christianity to the heathens of Virginia, finding a route to the East India Sea, and establishing a stronghold in Virginia to halt the further spread of Spain and France's claims between the 34th and 45th degrees of north latitude.
But Richard's and my hearts are set on our own expectations. And dreams of them make everything worthwhile.
Riches. Treasure.
Gold!
 
Copyright 2000 by Elizabeth Massie


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