Saturday, April 23, 2016

“A book with the truth set down....”

   


  Francis’s brother Thomas West, Lord de La Warr, was scheduled to sail soon with a massive relief expedition for the beleaguered Virginia colony: over a thousand colonists and ample supplies for them and the survivors at Jamestown. But he would be sailing without Captain John Smith, whose gunpowder wound would keep him out of commission for as much as a year. Even now, after four months, theslightest exertion exhausted him; the smallest movement of his right leg pained him. For the time being, at least, Smith knew that he would have to be relegated to another, lesser role in the affairs of the colony so dear to his heart.
        “What will you do now?” Sir Thomas asked as the two sipped their liquor. Smith studied the liquid in his cup.
        “I don’t know,” he said.
  “No man in England knows more about Virginia than you do,” Sir Thomas said. “Why don’t you write something? God knows, the Company needs all the help it can get. A book with the truth set down would be very useful indeed.”

--Jamestown: The Novel


Saturday, April 16, 2016

Smith vs. Smythe, London 1610, continued...

   And so, for the next hour, John Smith told Thomas Smythe of what had transpired in Virginia, of the discord and factions, of the troubles with the Indians, of the plots against his life.
   “I have read Archer’s and Ratclie’s letters,” Sir Thomas said, tapping his fingers thoughtfully on the polished surface of the table in front of him. “Archer says you sided with the sailors and refused to surrender your commission as president; Ratcliffe says you were high-handed, and—how did he put it? You ‘were sent home to answer some misdemeanors.’ From the tone of voice, Smith could not tell what his host was thinking.   
   Suddenly, Sir Thomas looked up and smiled. “And I say Archer’s a rumormonger and Ratcliffe’s a bastard. Have some aqua vitae.”
Relief, like a warm, welcome bath, washed over John Smith. His frail, ravaged body straightened slightly; his awful wound felt as if someone had spread a healing balm over it. He was not, then, out of favor with the Virginia Company Council. He knew he was not at fault; he had followed his own best judgment and had written in his own defense, but he was, after all, only the son of a yeoman farmer in Willoughby, Lincolnshire, and the men he dealt with were the sons of old, distinguished families. Francis West and his brother Thomas, Virginia’s future governor, were first cousins twice removed to the late Queen of England, and John Smith had made an implacable enemy of Francis West.

from Jamestown: The Novel


Saturday, April 9, 2016

Smith vs. Smythe, London, 1610


John Smith’s interview in London, continued:

Ah, Captain Smith! How are you?” Sir Thomas strode into the hall, his wine-colored velvet robe sweeping behind him.
“Not so well as I’d like, or as I’d hoped to be by now,” Smith said. He planned to proceed cautiously, not knowing what conflicting reports had reached the man who stood smiling before him. Thomas Smythe, treasurer of the Virginia Company, member of the Haberdashers’ and Skinners’ Companies, the Levant Company, and at one time governor of the Muscovy Company, was also a member of one of the richest merchant families in all of England. His elegant house in Philpot Lane, not far from the tall spires of the Church of St. Margaret’s Pattens, had become the headquarters of the Virginia Company. It was here that the Company’s broadsides instructed all interested “workmen of whatever craft they may be, blacksmiths, carpenters, coopers, shipwrights, turners and such as know how to plant vineyards, hunters, fishermen, and all who work in any kind of metal, men who make bricks, architects, bak- ers, weavers, shoemakers, sawyers and those who spin wool and all others, men as well as women, who have any occupation, who wish to go out” to Virginia, to come and have their names entered on the list and receive in- structions about their work for the Company and their eventual share in the division of land. Those who did not wish to go to Virginia themselves could buy a share of the joint-stock issue for twelve pounds sterling. Then, as the Virginia Company fervently hoped, the new colony’s future earnings would provide them all with handsome profits.
“Come into the library,” Sir Thomas said. When he and Smith were inside, he closed the large double doors carefully and turned the brass lock. “Now,” he said, “we can talk undisturbed—and not be overheard. I have read your letter, but I want to hear what happened in your own words.”


Saturday, April 2, 2016

An ailing John Smith in London, 1610

An excerpt from JAMESTOWN: THE NOVEL:

LONDON

February 1610 
     As the carriage turned into Fenchurch Street, the snow, which had been drifting down a few desultory flakes at a time, began to fall in earnest, and the driver could hardly see his way. Inside the carriage, a pale-looking man swathed in a heavy woolen cloak shivered and peered out at the swirling snowflakes. He did not relish the visit he was about to pay, but it had to be done.
  “Philpot Lane!” the driver called out, and under his hands the pair of matched chestnut geldings reluctantly slowed their pace. Beside him, a footman in green and gold livery swung down from his seat and called out to the passenger.
  “Here you are, sir! This house right here’s the one you want.  Sir Thomas Smythe’s.”
 “I know,” said the passenger, without much enthusiasm. Seizing his cane, he descended slowly and awkwardly from the carriage. His right side still pained him, and he walked upright with great difficuly. He was grateful to the Earl of Hertford for lending him his carriage. Lifting the ornate brass knocker, he let it fall sharply on the heavy oak panel of the door. Almost instantly, the door swung open and a serving man ushered him inside.
     Are you expected, sire?

    “Yes, said the visitor wearily.

     “Whom shall I say is calling?

    “Captain John Smith.”

 “Very good, sire. I shall tell Sir Thomas that you are here. He has been expecting you.”
  If Smith’s side had not been so painful, he would have paced up and down the richly figured Turkey carpet in Sir Thomas Smythe’s entrance hall. Instead, he stood still, leaning on his cane and waiting. Under his trunk hose on his right side was a bandage, and under that was a patch of oozing raw flesh the size of a man’s two hands. His gunpowder burn had begun to fester in the ten weeks he had spent at sea, and now the skin refused to grow back over the wound. Until a few days ago, he had been unable to bear anything touching it, and since his return from Virginia in December he had been a half-naked invalid at the country house of his friend, Edward Seymour, the Earl of Hertford. But after the Virginia Company had convened for its Hilary Term meeting on January 15, Smith knew that he must make an effort, pain or no, to see Sir Thomas, the Company’s treasurer, and explain to him in person what had happened in Virginia. . . .

(to be continued)




Saturday, March 19, 2016

John Smith and the Seymours: Questions Unanswered

     Recovering from the serious injury he suffered when a gunpowder bag exploded upriver from Jamestown in 1609, Smith sailed back to England. His whereabouts for some time thereafter are unknown.

 Some clues:

     Edward Seymour, lst Earl of Hertford, 1st Baron Beauchamp (1539-1621) was said to be Smith’s “best friend.” The Earl was the nephew of Jane Seymour, the third wife of Henry VIII.

     Smith dedicated his 1612 pamphlet, A Map of Virginia, to Edward Seymour. Seymour's wife was Frances Howard (1578-1639), a great beauty,  only two years older than John Smith. Her husband was 37 years older than she.


     Did Smith stay with this couple during his convalescence?  
    
     A fascinating question.


Saturday, March 12, 2016

The Mystery of John Smith

As the author of The Generall Historie of Virginia, New-England, and the Summer Isles, published in 1624, Smith has to rank high as “great” on all historians’ lists, not just Virginia’s. Without Smith, the explorer, ethnographer, geographer, and adventurer who lived through much of what he wrote, we would know precious little about England’s earliest colonies in the New World.
         John Smith was no mere chronicler; he used the English language with clarity, wit, and grace. He chose his words with uncanny talent--for one who was a yeoman farmer’s son from Lincolnshire with little formal schooling. “Though I be no scholar,” he wrote, “I am past a schoolboy.”  Indeed he was. Long past.
         Without his writings, Smith would still rank among the greatest as well as the most influential seventeenth-century Virginians for his gritty courage and leadership as president of the Virginia colony in 1608-9. Without him, the little outpost called Jamestown might have withered and died, as came near doing after he left.
         Despite the many books about John Smith, and his own accounts of his adventures, there are still blank spots in the story of his life.
         He left Jamestown in 1609, after he was critically wounded by the exploding bag of gunpowder. What did he do in England? His biographers can only speculate:
          
         William Gilmore Simms, the 19th-century historian and novelist, wrote a biography of Smith in 1846. Not much read these days, it is still worth the effort. Simms says Smith was probably a long time recovering from his wound.  “. . . his cure was probably a tedious one.” But Simms says that we know little about this period in Smith’s life, of the “comparative repose” and “expenses attending his cure. On this subject we are left wholly to conjecture.”
        
         To be continued.

        
        





Saturday, February 27, 2016

Grim Stories of Survival

...into the Bay of Chissiapiacke. . , . .
        
         So wrote John Smith over 400 years ago, describing the arrival of the Susan Constant, Godspeed, and Discovery in Virginia’s waters. We can forgive him for spelling “Chesapeake” in this odd way. In 1606 almost no Englishmen had ever heard of such a name. It was an Algonquin Indian word meaning “land along the big river.” English settlers and Indian natives would soon make a grim history in that land.

Revenant is a novel about survival.

Jamestown: The Novel is about the survival of a colony.



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