Nathaniel's Nutmeg: Or the True and Incredible Adventures of the Spice Trader Who Changed the Course of History

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A true tale of high adventure in the South Seas.

The tiny island of Run is an insignificant speck in the Indonesian archipelago. Just two miles long and half a mile wide, it is remote, tranquil, and, these days, largely ignored.

Yet 370 years ago, Run's harvest of nutmeg (a pound of which yielded a 3,200 percent profit by the time it arrived in England) turned it into the most lucrative of the Spice Islands, precipitating a battle between the ...

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A true tale of high adventure in the South Seas.

The tiny island of Run is an insignificant speck in the Indonesian archipelago. Just two miles long and half a mile wide, it is remote, tranquil, and, these days, largely ignored.

Yet 370 years ago, Run's harvest of nutmeg (a pound of which yielded a 3,200 percent profit by the time it arrived in England) turned it into the most lucrative of the Spice Islands, precipitating a battle between the all-powerful Dutch East India Company and the British Crown. The outcome of the fighting was one of the most spectacular deals in history: Britain ceded Run to Holland but in return was given Manhattan. This led not only to the birth of New York but also to the beginning of the British Empire.

Such a deal was due to the persistence of one man. Nathaniel Courthope and his small band of adventurers were sent to Run in October 1616, and for four years held off the massive Dutch navy. Nathaniel's Nutmeg centers on the remarkable showdown between Courthope and the Dutch Governor General Jan Coen, and the brutal fate of the mariners racing to Run-and the other corners of the globe-to reap the huge profits of the spice trade. Written with the flair of a historical sea novel but based on rigorous research, Nathaniel's Nutmeg is a brilliant adventure story by a writer who has been hailed as the "new Bruce Chatwin".

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You may remember the lines from the old standard "Istanbul Not Constantinople" that go: "Even old New York/Was once New Amsterdam./ Why they changed it I can't say./People just liked it better that way." Giles Milton can say why they changed it, and does in detail, with adventure and grace, in Nathaniel's Nutmeg.

In the early 1600s, spices like nutmeg, cloves, cinnamon, and pepper were far more valuable than any cinnamon-tasty Apple Jacks consumer would believe. Thought to have the power to cure everything from the plague to flatulence to the common cold, nutmeg was "the most coveted luxury in seventeenth-century Europe, a spice held to have such medicinal properties that men would risk their lives to acquire it." Who knew? And if that isn't enough, Milton makes an astounding case for how that withered nut was responsible for New York's dropping her maiden name. (Her colonized maiden name, that is.)

The Nathaniel of the book's title is one of the most compelling characters in this wider story of the Dutch-British battle for control over the less-than-convenient Spice Islands sprinkled about the Indonesian archipelago. The Spice Islands were the only source for increasingly dear spices, and merchants and explorers alike sought their fortunes there. It was no easy ride, however. Many adventurers (including Ferdinand Magellan and Henry Hudson) never even managed to lay eyes on those faraway shores.

Milton, who draws heavily from the journals of these seamen, is a reliable and winning storyteller, seamlessly interweaving details from the narratives oftheadventurers. Milton reports, "The diarist on board Lancaster's Red Dragon could not help noticing that her crew were completely immune to the illness [scurvy]. 'And the reason why the general's men stood in better health than the men of other ships was this; he [Lancaster] brought to sea with him certain bottles of the juice of lemons....' " "Tragically," Milton notes, "Lancaster's cure was soon forgotten and more than 170 years were to pass before Captain Cook rediscovered the beneficial effects of citrus fruit in combating scurvy."

Milton unearths priceless historical gems — " 'We gave,' wrote the proud captain, 'the tragedie of Hamlett.' " — and places them in a larger historical context: "If this is correct it must have been one of the earliest amateur performances of the play, staged not in the Globe Theatre but on the mangrove-tangled shores of equatorial Africa."

And even Samuel Pepys has a cameo. Going to see the riches of two Dutch ships the English have captured, he remarks, "The greatest wealth lie in confusion that a man can see in the world.... Pepper scattered through every chink, you trod upon it; and in cloves and nutmegs I walked above the knees; whole rooms noble a sight as ever I saw in my life."

Much as this book is riddled with curious characters and an astounding array of historical anecdotes, the story is driven by the brave Nathaniel Courthope. Milton takes as his hero the loyal British commander who defended the tiny nutmeg-laden island of Run, outnumbered by the Dutch and without reinforcements, for years. On the strength of this remarkable stand, Britain would later claim rights to the small island, ultimately trading it to the Dutch for another small island: Manhattan.

Steve McQuiddy

Heads up, Hollywood agents, here's a movie treatment:

The Spice Islands of the East Indies, the early 1600s. A world of pepper, cloves, cinnamon, mace and nutmeg. Also a world of shipwrecks, treachery, famine, disease and cannibals. The risks are high, and so are the rewards -- provided you can get the stuff back to European markets. Ships from two countries, England and Holland, each trying to control the lucrative trade, have been blasting one another out of the water for decades. Enter Nathaniel Courthope, a British captain with a ragtag band of sailors, who has been charged with defending a tiny atoll that contains the world's only forest of nutmeg trees. With an inaccessible coastline, the cooperation of the natives and a few well-placed cannons, Courthope and his men hold the island against a vastly superior Dutch navy over the course of four grueling years. They face food and water shortages, disease, exhaustion, loneliness. But the iron will of their leader keeps the defenders' spirits alive -- until one day he is betrayed and gunned down by spies. The Dutch take over the island, and the stubborn leader who said he would not "turn traitor unto my king and country" is forgotten.

But not quite. Some 40-odd years after Courthope's death, Holland strikes a deal with England in recompense for taking the island. The Dutch hand over a different island in a different hemisphere, an island called Manhattan. And New Amsterdam becomes New York.

That's the distilled version of this history by Giles Milton. The full version has more, a lot more. The pages are filled with graphic descriptions of long-term sea travel and the brutality of the explorers toward the natives (and one another), as well as of the avarice and petty jealousies of those who oversaw early global trade. There's a lot of background here -- almost too much: Milton gives biographies for nearly all the players, both major and minor, with detailed descriptions not only of what they did but also of the motives behind their actions.

Some of the descriptions are terrifying: The graphic accounts of Inquisition-like tortures (taken from actual diaries and logs) are more disturbing than anything we see on film today. I actually woke up late one night, sweating from nightmares of being chased by interrogators with pointed beards hurling hot irons and uttering the most heathen and horrible threats.

But I'm sure the movie people will temper that part, or at least find ways to make it fit their formula. Everything they'll need is in there, even the basis for a love interest -- an Armenian Christian woman who married an English captain. Just move her over to the besieged island, hook her up with Courthope and get ready to pull out the hankies.

None of it will, of course, have anything to do with history, much less with what actually happened. But if it's handled with at least a token measure of intelligence, a movie could draw attention to the book. And we all know that, as usual, the book is better. -- Salon

Kevin Baker
...[The book has] a style that signals history written as a ripping good yarn as clearly as a skull and crossbones run up the mainmast. And a very fine yarn it is, too....[However,] one is left feeling that Milton is trying too hard to find a hero for an often sordid tale....[T]his overreaching detracts only slightly from what is a rousing historical romp. Milton leaves one both yearning for a time when the world seemed full of infinite adventure and appalled by what greed did to such a paradise. —The New York Times Book Review
Library Journal
The rocky islet of Run, two miles long and half a mile wide, lies amidst the Banda Islands in the remote Pacific. In the 17th century it was distinguished by the precious nutmeg tree that grew there in wild profusion "so that the whole countrey seemes a contrived orchard." In 1616, the Englishman Nathaniel Courthope took possession of the island for the East India Company, holding it for three years against vastly superior Dutch forces. In 1620, Courthope was ambushed on an expedition to a neighboring island; fatally wounded, he threw himself over the side of his boat. In the 1660s, the English gained possession of Run one last time, but the nutmeg groves were gone, uprooted by the Dutch. In one of history's ironies, England finally ceded ownership of Run to the Dutch in exchange for another Dutch island: Manhattan. Nathaniel's Nutmeg is a pleasant historical trifle, but Milton (The Riddle and the Knight, Allison & Busby, 1998) needs, and lacks, a focal event or figure. Not a necessary purchase.--David Keymer, California State Univ., Stanislaus Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
Kevin Baker
...[The book has] a style that signals history written as a ripping good yarn as clearly as a skull and crossbones run up the mainmast. And a very fine yarn it is, too....[However,] one is left feeling that Milton is trying too hard to find a hero for an often sordid tale....[T]his overreaching detracts only slightly from what is a rousing historical romp. Milton leaves one both yearning for a time when the world seemed full of infinite adventure and appalled by what greed did to such a paradise.
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Kirkus Reviews
Milton (The Riddle and the Knight, not reviewed) deftly and arrestingly captures the sorry history of the European lust for nutmeg and its devastating impact on the Spice Islands. Spices from the Orient were already costly curiosities when 16th-century European pharmacists bestowed upon nutmeg a truly marvelous property: It could cure the plague, they said (and dysentery and sexual torpor and a host of other ailments). As most European cities were disease-ridden pest holes at the time, the value of the rare spice took off like a prairie fire. So started the Spice Wars, a series of squalid, brutal engagements between the English, Dutch, and Portuguese, played out on the small Pacific islands now known as the Moluccas, and recounted here by Milton with beguiling fluidity. Milton traces European involvement with the Spice Islands from the time they were merely an exquisite rumor peddled by spice traders from Constantinople through to the surrender of New Amsterdam to the English in return for the latter's quitting the tiny nutmeg island of Run, said island defended by the eponymous Nathaniel Courthope, who with a handful of stalwarts, repelled much larger forces of invasion. Along the way, Milton unfurls more treachery and deceit, acts of political subterfuge and chicanery, displays of cruelty and mortification (along with an occasional show of courage and decency, though "the voice of conscience is never loud" in 16th-century mariners, notes the author) than you could squeeze into a pulp thriller. It's a classic portrait of colonial barbarity that results in the eradication of an entire native population and then ends in a whimper: The British transplanted the trees to colonialBencoolen and Singapore and Ceylon, and, oh yes, nutmeg didn't cure the plague either. Milton is a storyteller of the first rank, with a knack for quick character sketches, an eye for what is important and what is dross, and a refreshing sense of humor, even amid the smoke and ruin he so well describes.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780374219369
  • Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux
  • Publication date: 5/12/1999
  • Pages: 256
  • Lexile: 1400L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.80 (w) x 8.53 (h) x 1.27 (d)

Meet the Author

Giles Milton is the author of The Riddle and the Knight, a critically acclaimed history of the explorer Sir John Mandeville. He lives in London.
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First Chapter

Chapter One


It was the look-out who saw them first. Two crippled vessels, rotting and abandoned, lay at anchor close to the shoreline. Their hulls were splintered and twisted, their sails in tatters and their crew apparently long since dead. But it was not a tropical reef that had wrecked the ships and nor was it malaria that had killed the crew. England's maiden expedition to the Spice Islands had come to grief in the ice-bound waters of the Arctic.

    The historic 1553 voyage was the brainchild of a newly founded organisation known as the Mystery, Company and Fellowship of Merchant Adventurers for the Discovery of Unknown Lands. So impatient were these merchants to enter the spice race — yet so unprepared for the risks and dangers — that they allowed enthusiasm to overrule practicalities and long before the ships had left port a catalogue of errors threatened to jeopardise their mission. The choice of expedition leader, or `pilot-general', was sensible enough. Richard Chancellor was `a man of great estimation' who had gained some experience of seafaring in his formative years. His adoptive father, Henry Sidney, so eulogised his young charge when presented to the Company that the merchant adventurers thought they had a new Magellan in their midst. Sidney explained that it was Chancellor's `good parts of wit' that made him so invaluable and, never shy to blow his own trumpet, added, `I rejoice in myself that I have nourished and maintained that wit.'

    When a doubting merchant tackled Sidney on his enthusiasm for being separated from Chancellor the old man had a ready answer. `I do now part with Chancellor not because I make little reckoning of the man, or because his maintenance is burdenous and chargeable unto me. You know the man by report, I by experience; you by words, I by deeds; you by speech and company, but I by the daily trial of his life.'

    Sidney's rhetoric won the day and Chancellor was promptly given command of the Edward Bonaventure, the largest of the expedition's three ships. The governors then turned to choosing a captain for the expedition's other large ship, the Bona Esperanza. For reasons that remain obscure they plumped for Sir Hugh Willoughby, a `goodly personage' according to the records, but one who had absolutely no knowledge of navigation. Such a man would have been a risk for the short hop across the English Channel; to despatch him to the uttermost ends of the earth was to court disaster.

    When it came to deciding the passage to the Spice Islands the merchant adventurers were most insistent. Although they had watched the Spanish and Portuguese successfully sail both east and west to the East Indies, they plumped for an altogether more eccentric option. Their ships, it was decided, would head due north; a route that would shave more than two thousand miles off the long voyage to the Spice Islands. It would have the added benefit of avoiding conflict with the Portuguese who had been sailing the eastern route for almost a century and had established fortified bastions in every port. There was also the question of illness and climate to consider. English mariners had seen the Portuguese ships return home with their crews decimated by dysentery and typhoid, often contracted in the tropical climes of the Indian Ocean. At least one man in five could expect death on the long voyage to the East but that number was frequently much higher and often entire ships had to be abandoned due to a shortage of crew. Since the Portuguese were acclimatised by birth to a hot climate men questioned how English sailors, brought up on the frosty fringes of northern Europe, could hope to return in rude health.

    The expedition ran into trouble before it even set sail. During delays at Harwich, it was discovered that a large part of the provisions was already rotten, while the wine casks had been so badly assembled that the wine was leaking freely though the joints in the wood. But with the wind in their favour the captains decided there was no time to restock the ships and the expedition set sail on 23 June 1553.

    So long as the vessels stuck together under the capable direction of Richard Chancellor they were unlikely to run into trouble. But as they rounded the rocky shores of northern Norway, `there came such flows of winde and terrible whirlewinds' that Willoughby's ship was blown off course. Chancellor had planned for such an eventuality, suggesting that the ships regroup at Vardohuus, a small island in the Barents Sea. He waited for seven days but, hearing nothing of either the Bona Esperanza or the Confidentia, the third ship of the fleet, he pushed on eastwards towards the White Sea.

    The other two vessels had also survived the storm. After riding out the gale, Sir Hugh re-established contact with the Confidentia and both headed towards the coastline. Here Willoughby's inexperience began to tell. He sounded the sea floor, pored over charts and scratched his head before concluding that `the land lay not as the globe made mention.' Failing to locate Vardohuus's or Chancellor's vessel, he decided to press on with the expedition without the flagship.

    On 14 August 1553, he `descried land', apparently uninhabited, at 72 degrees latitude but failed to reach it due to the quantity of ice in the water. If this reading is correct, his ship must have reached the barren islands of Novaya Zemlya which lie, remote and isolated, in the Barents Sea. From here he appears to have sailed south-east, then north-west, then south-west, then north-east. The ignorance of Willoughby and his men is staggering, for their course, more than three hundred miles inside the Arctic Circle, must have taken them in a giant arc through a dangerous sea littered with melting pack-ice. On 14 September, they again sighted land and shortly afterwards `sailed into a faire bay' somewhere close to the present border between Finland and Russia. Willoughby's men were cheered by the sight of `very many seal fishes, and other great fishes; and upon the main we saw beares, great deere, foxes with divers strange beasts'. They planned at first to spend a week here but `seeing the yeare far spent, and also very evill weather, as frost, snow, and haile', they decided to winter in the bay.

    The expedition's directors in London must by now have hoped that their ships had found the North-East Passage, broken through it, and be well on their way to the Spice Islands. But instead of balmy evenings and gently swaying palm trees, Willoughby and his men had met with freezing fog, impenetrable ice, and the realisation that London's merchants had made a terrible mistake when they chose the route over the North Pole. Those merchants had vociferously defended their decision, presenting logical and compelling arguments to support their theories. As far back as the year 1527, Robert Thorne, an English trader living in Seville, had written to King Henry VIII with the exciting (and highly secret) news that the Spice Islands could be reached by way of the North Pole: `I know it is my bounden duty to manifest this secret unto your Grace,' he wrote, `which hitherto, as I suppose, hath beene hid.' The King was left in no doubt that `by sailing northward and passing the Pole, descending to the Equinoctial line, we shall hit these islands [the Spice Islands], and it should be a much shorter way than either the Spaniards or Portingals have.'

    The more the experts researched the north-eastern route to the Spice Islands the more plausible it proved to be. In an age when men still looked for perfect symmetry on their maps, the northern cape of Norway showed an exact topographical correspondence to the southern cape of Africa. Geographers agreed that this was indeed good news; the chilly northern land mass must surely be a second Cape of Good Hope. The writings of the ancients also lent credence to the idea of reaching the East Indies by a northerly route. Pliny the Elder had written of a circular sea at the top of the globe and a land called Tabis penetrating into the far north. To the east of Tabis there was said to be an opening which connected the Polar Sea to the warm waters of the Indian Ocean.

    Such arguments were cold comfort to Willoughby and his men, stuck fast in an expanse of ice. The bay in which they had chosen to winter soon transformed itself into a desolate wilderness; fishing proved impossible due to the thickness of the ice and the wildlife disappeared with the first snows. Even the birds, aware of the onslaught of winter, migrated to warmer climes. Soon the ice floes had trapped, then crushed, the ships and there was no escape. With his crew growing hungrier by the day, Willoughby sent out search parties to look for food, for people, for help. `We sent out three men south-south-west to search if they could find people,' wrote Sir Hugh, `but [they] could find none.' Next he sent a party westwards, `which also returned without finding any people'. A final team confirmed what Willoughby had feared — that they were imprisoned in an uninhabited wilderness.

    More than five years was to pass before a search ship from England finally discovered what had happened to the Bona Esperanza and Confidentia. Sailing into the bay where Willoughby had chosen to winter, the would-be rescuers stumbled across the ghostly and rotting hulks of the two ships — ships which had ended their days as charnel houses. The crew's final grim months remain a mystery, for Willoughby, racked by hunger, stopped recording daily entries in his ship's log. All that is certain is that he and his crew survived much of the winter, for the rescue party found wills dated January 1554, a full four months after the vessels had entered the bay.

    The final, macabre twist in the tale was recorded by Giovanni Michiel, the Venetian ambassador to Moscow. The search party, he wrote, `has returned safe, bringing with them the two vessels of the first voyage, having found them on the Muscovite coast with the men on board all frozen. And they [the rescuers] narrate strange things about the mode in which they were frozen, pen still in hand, and the paper before them, others at tables, platter in hand and spoon in mouth; others opening a locker, and others in various postures, like statues, as if they had been adjusted and placed in those attitudes.'

    While Willoughby and his men froze to death, Richard Chancellor had fared rather better. Relying on the wit that had so enamoured him to his adoptive father, he quickly foresaw the danger of Arctic pack-ice. Dropping anchor in the White Sea close to present-day Archangel, he abandoned ship and trudged his way overland to Moscow. At first he was disappointed in what he found. The city, he thought, was `very rude' and the houses `all of timber'. Even the imperial palace was disappointing — `rather low' and with `small windows' it was `much like the old buildings of England'. But Chancellor soon changed his tune when confronted with the barbaric splendour of Ivan the Terrible's court. Ivan greeted him in `a long garment of beaten golde, with an imperial crowne upon his head and staffe of cristall and golde in his right hand'. The emperor's conduct was as majestic as it was awe-inspiring: at a courtly banquet he `sent to every man a great sliver of bread, and the bearer called the party so sent to by his name aloud, and said, Ivan Vasilivich, Emperor of Russia and great Duke of Moscova doth reward thee with bread.' Even the wine goblets caught Chancellor's eye — weighing the golden beakers in his hand he declared they were `very massie' and better than anything he had seen in England.

    The time spent in Moscow was one of endless pleasure for Chancellor's crew. Many had expected their journey to end in disaster or death but instead they were living it up in the bejewelled pavilion of the Emperor of Russia. Chancellor was no less impressed: `I have seen the King's majesties of England and the French King's pavilion,' he wrote, `but none are like this.'

    After lengthy negotiations, Ivan sent the English commander back to England with a letter conferring trading privileges upon a group of merchants in London. In doing so he had unwittingly laid the foundations of the Muscovy Company, a precursor to the East India Company.

    Of the three ships that set sail for the Spice Islands not one achieved its goal of locating the elusive North-East Passage. The men who sailed north to escape the tropical diseases of the Indian Ocean little thought they would perish in the sub-zero waters of the Arctic. It would take another four hundred years, and a nuclear-powered submarine, before the northern route to the Pacific would finally be conquered.

While London's merchants anxiously awaited news of their historic first voyage to the Spice Islands, many people in the country were left wondering what all the fuss was about. Nutmeg, after all, made for an unpromising luxury. Dry, wrinkled and not much bigger than a garden pea it scarcely had the same appeal as a golden ducat or finely hewn sapphire.

    The doubters were soon to learn that it was of potentially far greater value. London's leading doctors of physic made increasingly extravagant claims as to the efficacy of nutmeg, holding it to cure everything from the plague to the `blody flux', both of which were regular visitors to the capital, sweeping through its insanitary back streets with devastating effect. One leading authority pronounced that his sweet-smelling pomander, which contained a large quantity of the spice, could even stave off the dreaded `sweating syckness' that accompanied the `pestiferous time of the pestilence'. Since this sickness — the plague — was said to kill in just two hours the pomander had to be made with all possible haste. After all, the old patter ran: `mery at dinner, dead at supper.'

    It was not just life-threatening illnesses that nutmeg was said to cure. A growing interest in the medicinal value of plants had led to an explosion in the number of dietary books and herbals, all of which claimed that nutmeg and other spices were beneficial in combating a host of minor ailments. For chesty coughs, doctors recommended mulled wine suffused with nutmeg. Cloves were said to cure earache, pepper stifled colds, while those embarrassed by trapped wind were recommended to take an extraordinary pot-pourri of fifteen spices including cardamom, cinnamon and nutmeg — a recipe that would have been out of reach of all but the flatulent rich. Spices were even held to revive those who had shuffled off this mortal coil. Ten grams of saffron taken with sweet wine was enough (it was claimed) to bring back the dead. There were not known to be any side-effects.

    One of the more popular books was Andrew Borde's Dyetary of Helth, a guide to good living which earned the author even more fame than his seminal Treatyse upon Beardes. `Nutmeges,' he wrote in his Dyetary, `be good for them which have cold in their head and doth comforte the syght and the brain.' His home-produced nutmeg cocktail was said to be extremely efficacious; not only did it cleanse `the mouthe of the stomacke and the spleen', it was also `good against the blody flux', a virulent and dangerous strain of dysentery.

    Borde's Dyetary is a curious mixture of herbal and lore. To any gentleman wishing to live a long life he suggests wearing a red petticoat and avoiding `snaily rooms', while those able to `rise with mirth' every morning were assured of good health. His suggestion that nutmeg dampens sexual desire had signally failed to work on him, for this celibate former monk died in disgrace. `Under the colour of virginitie and of wearing a shirt of hair [he kept] three whores at once in his chamber ... to serve not only himself but also help the virgin priests about in the country.' Borde of all people should have kept taking the nutmeg but as he wearily admitted, `it is hard to get out of the flesh what is bred in the bone.'

    Other authorities, turning Borde's misfortune to good effect, began to claim that far from dampening sexual desire, nutmeg was actually a powerful aphrodisiac. The licentious Charles Sackville, sixth Earl of Dorset, jested that Julius Caesar's libido was so low that even if Cleopatra had used `nutmeg, mace and ginger' upon her `Roman swinger' she would have failed to stir his loins. Such ingredients could scarcely have failed to work on his lordship, for he knew to his cost that a spoonful of nutmeg before bedtime could cause no end of sweet but troublesome dreams:


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