JOB HORTOP AD. 



1568. 

 spoyled, and blowen over boord with powder. Their 

 Admirall also was on fire halfe an houre : we cut our 

 cables, wound off our ships, and presently fought with 

 them : they came upon us on every side, and continued 

 the fight from ten of the clocke until it was night : they 

 killed all our men that were on shore in the Hand, saving 

 three, which by swimming got aboord the Jesus of One of those 

 Lubeck. They sunke the Generals ship called the Angel, ^^^^ ^^^ -^^^ 

 and tooke the Swallow : the Spaniards Admirall had porter herelf' 

 above threescore shot through her : many of his men 

 were spoyled : foure other of their ships were sunke. Foure Spanish 

 There were in that fleete, and that came from the shore ^^^P^ •^^'^'^^• 

 to rescue them, fifteene hundred : we slew of them five 

 hundred and fourtie, as we were credibly informed by 

 a note that came to Mexico. In this fight the Jesus of 

 Lubeck had five shotte through her mayne Mast : her 

 fore-mast was strooke in sunder under the hounds with 

 a chayne shotte, and her hull was wonderfully pearced 

 with shotte, therefore it was unpossible to bring her 

 away. They set two of their owne Shippes on fire, in- 

 tending therewith to have burnt the Jesus of Lubeck, 

 which we prevented by cutting our cables in the halse, 

 and winding off by our sternefast. 



The Minion was forced to set saile and stand off from 

 us, and come to an anker without shot of the Island. 

 Our Generall couragiously cheered up his souldiers and 

 gunners, and called to Samuel his page for a cup of 

 Beere, who brought it him in a silver cup, and hee drink- 

 ing to all men willed the gunners to stand by their 

 Ordinance lustily like men. He had no sooner set the 

 cup out of his hand, but a demy Culverin shot stroke 

 away the cup and a Coopers plane that stoode by the 

 maine mast, and ranne out on the other side of the ^ 

 ship : which nothing dismaid our Generall, for he ceased 

 not to incourage us, saying, feare nothing, for God, who 

 hath preserved me from this shot, will also deliver us 

 from these traitours and villaines. Then Captaine Bland 

 meaning to have turned out of the port, had his maine 



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