Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MYSTERY OF CRO-A-TAN, by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON Poet's Biography First Line: The home-bound ship stood out to sea Last Line: The tale of cro-a-tan! Subject(s): America - Exploration; Dare, Virginia (1587-?); Virginia (state) | ||||||||
I THE home-bound ship stood out to sea, And on the island's marge, Sir Richard waited restlessly To step into the barge. "The Governor tarrieth long," he chode, "As he were loth to go: With food before, and want behind, There should be haste, I trow." Even as he spake, the Governor came: -- "Nay, fret not, for the men Have held me back with frantic let, To have them home again. "The women weep; -- 'Ay, ay, the ship Will come again' (he saith), 'Before the May; -- Before the May We shall have starved to death!' "I've sworn return by God's dear leave, I've vowed by court and crown, Nor yet appeased them. Comrade, thou, Mayhap, canst soothe them down." Sir Richard loosed his helm, and stretched Impatient hands abroad: -- "Have ye no trust in man?" he cried, "Have ye no faith in God? "Your Governor goes, as needs he must, To bear through royal grace, Hither, such food-supply, that want May never blench a face. "Of freest choice ye willed to leave What so ye had of ease; For neither stress of liege nor law Hath forced you over seas. "Your Governor leaves fair hostages As costliest pledge of care, -- His daughter yonder, and her child, The child Virginia Dare! "Come hither, little sweetheart! Lo! Thou'lt be the first, I ween, To bend the knee, and send through me Thy birthland's virgin fealty Unto its Virgin Queen. "And now, good folk, for my commands: If ye are fain to roam Beyond this island's narrow bounds, To seek elsewhere a home, -- "Upon some pine-tree's smoothen trunk Score deep the Indian name Of tribe or village where ye haunt, That we may read the same. "And if ye leave your haven here Through dire distress or loss, Cut deep within the wood above The symbol of the cross. "And now on my good blade, I swear, And seal it with this sign, That if the fleet that sails to-day Return not hither by the May, The fault shall not be mine!" II The breath of spring was on the sea; Anon the Governor stepped His good ship's deck right merrily, -- His promise had been kept. "See, see! the coast-line comes in view!" He heard the mariners shout, -- "We'll drop our anchors in the Sound Before a star is out!" "Now God be praised!" he inly breathed, "Who saves from all that harms; The morrow morn my pretty ones Will rest within my arms." At dawn of day they moored their ship, And dared the breakers' roar: What meant it? not a man was there To welcome them ashore! They sprang to find the cabins rude; The quick green sedge had thrown Its knotted web o'er every door, And climbed the chimney-stone. The spring was choked with winter's leaves, And feebly gurgled on; And from the pathway, strewn with wrack, All trace of feet was gone. Their fingers thrid the matted grass, If there, perchance, a mound Unseen might heave the broken turf; But not a grave was found. They beat the tangled cypress swamp, If haply in despair They might have strayed into its glade: But found no vestige there. "The pine! the pine!" the Governor groaned; And there each staring man Read in a maze, one single word, Deep carven, -- CRO-A-TAN! But cut above, no cross, no sign, No symbol of distress; Naught else beside that mystic line Within the wilderness! And where and what was "CRO-A-TAN"? But not an answer came; And none of all who read it there Had ever heard the name. The Governor drew his jerkin sleeve Across his misty eyes; "Some land, maybe, of savagery Beyond the coast that lies; "And skulking there the wily foe In ambush may have lain: God's mercy! Could such sweetest heads Lie scalped among the slain? "O daughter! daughter! with the thought My harrowed brain is wild! Up with the anchors! I must find The mother and the child!" They scoured the mainland near and far: The search no tidings brought; Till mid a forest's dusky tribe They heard the name they sought. The kindly natives came with gifts Of corn and slaughtered deer; What room for savage treachery Or foul suspicion here? Unhindered of a chief or brave, They searched the wigwam through; But neither lance nor helm not spear, Nor shred of child's nor woman's gear, Could furnish forth a clue. How could a hundred souls be caught Straight out of life, nor find Device through which to mark their fate, Or leave some hint behind? Had winter's ocean inland rolled An eagre's deadly spray, That overwhelmed the island's breadth And swept them all away? In vain, in vain, their heart-sick search! No tidings reached them more; No record save that silent word Upon that silent shore. 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