SIR WALTER RALEIGH.
And all the jealous courtiers punched each other beneath the ribs, and laughed “Ha! Ha! Ha! What did we tell you?”
It took the “Ego” out of Raleigh’s “Cosmos.”
But the gallant courtier had a half-brother—Sir Humphrey Gilbert—who had just returned from a voyage around the world in the good ship Golden Hind.
“Let’s fit out a small fleet,” said he to Raleigh, “and establish an English colony in Newfoundland.”
“I’m with you,” cried Sir Walter. “We’ll found another England in far distant America! On with it!”
Thus, an expedition of five ships sailed from Plymouth, in the early summer of 1583. Sir Humphrey boarded the Squirrel, and bade his kinsman an affectionate adieu.
“You must remain behind,” said he, “and regain our position at court!”
“That I will endeavor to do,” answered Raleigh. “Good luck and God speed.”
The expedition was a failure from the start. Scarcely had the shallops gone to sea, than one of them—the Raleigh—deserted its companions and put back. The rest reached Newfoundland, but the men were lawless and insubordinate.