Bacon, Francis
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Sylva sylvarum : or, a natural history in ten centuries
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ſpace of one whole year) for China and Japan by the
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South Sea, taking with us Victuals for Twelve Moneths,
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and had good Winds from the Eaſt, though ſoft and
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weak, for Five Moneths ſpace and more; </
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Wind came about, and ſetled in the Weſt for many
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which carried us up (for all that we could do) to wards the North; </
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time our Victuals failed us, though we had made good ſpare of them: </
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that finding our ſelves in the midſt of the greateſt Wilderneſs of Waters in
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the World, without Victual, we gave our ſelves for loſt men, and prepared
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for death. </
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ſheweth his wonders in the deep; </
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would now diſcover Land to us, that we might not periſh. </
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paſs, that the next day about Evening, we ſaw within a Kenning before us,
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towards the North, as it were thicker Clouds, which did put us in ſome
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might plainly diſcern that it was a Land flat to our ſight, and full of Boſcage,
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which made it ſhew the more dark; </
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we entred into a good Haven, being the Port of a fair City, not great in-
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deed, but well built, and that gave a pleafant view from the Sea: </
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thinking every minute long, till we were on Land, came cloſe to the Shore
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Baſtons in their hands, (as it were) forbidding us to land, yet without any
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cries or fierceneſs, but onely as warning us off by ſigns that they made.
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ſelves, what we ſhould do. </
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ſmall Boat with about eight perſons in it, where of one of them had in his
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hand a Tip-ſtaff of a Yellow Cane, t
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ipped at both ends with Blew, who
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made aboard our Ship without any ſhew of diſtruſt at all: </
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ſaw one of our number preſent himſelf ſome what afore the reſt, he drew
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