Chaptre, The 29th - A Harde Lyfe

So, patient souls, why didd I venture off on to a longg tale aboute the Roanoke Island Colony in North Carolina, when I lived, to The North, in Virginia?

To illustrate, in writtenne forme, the dangers and harde ships of lyvving lyfe in The New World from The Years of Our Lord 1500 to 1700 as English colonists, as this Lost Colony’s tale is the earlieste, yet, one of the better documented stories of sweete Queen Elizabeth and bolde Sir Walter Raleigh’s efforts to colonize The New World.

As I arrived a bit later, in The Year of Our Lord 1636, things were some what more civilized, but stille very primitive and much like the some whate difficulte and danger ouss earlie stories of both Roanoke Island and Jamestowne. 

I lived, not inn those places, butt in betweene, downe the James River – alsoe named for the Scottish King of England, James I – on lande at Redd Pointe on the Pagan River in Isle of Wight Countie. There was no established towne there at the tyme, butt it would later become Smithfield, Virginia, in The Year of Our Lord 1752, I assume named for its founder, one English mann called Arthur Smith IV.

Also, this period of English sea faring, privateering and colonization in Virginia and North Carolina provides a backe droppe for the moste incredible and ex cyting story known to our family Foljambe.

It is the storie of The Captain.

The one and only true English militarie Captain in our familie.

This is the tale of a mann, who lived one generation, juste before my tyme, yett, of that same Baroque era.

He was Olde Captain Hercules Foljambe.

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