To the Far Blue Mountains (The Sacketts)
Louis L'Amour
Language: English
Pages: 400
ISBN: 0553276883
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
TO THE FAR BLUE MOUNTAINS
In To the Far Blue Mountains, Louis L’Amour weaves the unforgettable tale of a man who, after returning to his homeland, discovers that finding his way back to America may be impossible.
Barnabas Sackett was leaving England to make his fortune in the New World. But as he settled his affairs, he learned that a royal warrant had been sworn out against him and that men were searching for him in every port. At issue were some rare gold coins Sackett had sold to finance his first trip to the Americas—coins believed to be part of a great treasure lost by King John years before.
Believing that Sackett possesses the rest of the treasure, Queen Bess will stop at nothing to find him. If he’s caught, not only will his dream of a life in America be lost, but he will be brutally tortured and put to death on the gallows.
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Unknown. But I was a fair hand from the boating down off the fens. After a bit he no longer watched so closely, trusting my hand and judgment. Most of the time, Lila stayed below. When the weather was mild enough and the ship steady, she cooked with supplies from the stores, always warm, nourishing food. Thorvald looked at her and shook his head. “You spoil us all, Lila. It is not good for sailor to expect too much!” He wasted no time, but laid a course for the northwest, pulling steadily away.
For they must have realized that strange object out there was closer, then back to feeding. Again I moved, again I stopped. Now I was within less than a hundred yards of my target, and lifting my gun, I took aim. My ball took the buck through the neck just forward of the shoulders. He leaped, fell to his knees, then rolled over. Tom and Pim had come closer also, and instantly, both fired. Pim’s was a clean miss as his target, startled by my shot, made an abrupt move, paused, then began to walk.
Tilly was the most knowing as to stowage and the management of such cargo. Jublain knew the most of the use of ordnance, and Ring, to my surprise, knew much of marketing. On the latter, I consulted often with Abigail, too, for she had made many voyages with her father and had heard him talk of trade and the market in many lands, and also the talk of those who consorted and traded with him. Meanwhile I went over my charts and considered much as to exactly where we should go. England would have.
Chills and fever. And no sooner did I start to get better than Tom Watkins was down with it. Sakim understood it well enough, for it was an illness found in many tropical lands, he said. For several days we laid up, resting, at a place called Cross Creek. It was a meeting place of many trading paths, but no Indians came while we were there, or if they did, they avoided us. Lila made a loblolly that she had learned from the Catawba, a dish made with Indian corn and dried peaches. Kane O’Hara.
It is a boat you have in mind, he would have thought of that,” Tom warned. “Upriver then, quickly.” By divers lanes and alleyways, we wove between buildings and across barnyards, which were many in London. We came suddenly to the old tavern where I had first met Jeremy Ring. A man was leading a horse to the water trough and I knew him at once as one of the rowdy crew who had been drinking with Jeremy Ring that night when first we met. “You’ll be remembering me?” His smile was wry. “If need.