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697399The Conquest of the Great Northwest: Being the Story of the Adventurers of England known as the Hudsons Bay Company, New Pages in the History of the Chttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/the-conquest-of-the-great-northwest-being-the-story-of-the-adventurers-of-england-known-as-the-hudsons-bay-company-new-pages-in-the-history-of-the-canadian-northwest-and-western-states-complete/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/304315/22d34867-56be-4ae9-942f-e37256eaf42b.jpg?v=6386911704443000009797MXNLibrary of AlexandriaInStock/Ebooks/<p>Not a dozen boats had sailed beyond the Sixtieth degree of north latitude. From Sixty to the Pole was an area as great as Africa. This region was absolutely unknown. What did it hide? Was it another new world, or a world of waters giving access across the Pole from Europe to Asia? The Muscovy Company of England, the East India Company of Holland, both knew the Greenland of the Danes; and sent their ships to fish at Spitzbergen, east of Greenland. But was Greenland an island, or a great continent? Were Spitzbergen and Greenland parts of a vast Polar land? Did the mountains wreathed there in eternal mists conceal the wealth of a second Peru? Below the endless swamps of ice, would men find gold sands? And when one followed up the long coast of the east shoreas long as from Florida to Mainewhere the Danish colonies had perished of cold centuries agowhat beyond? A continent, or the Pole, or the mystic realm of frost peopled by the monsters of Saga myth, where the Goddess of Death held pitiless sway and the shores were lined with the dead who had dared to invade her realm? Why these questions should have pierced the peace of Henry Hudson, the English pilot, and possessed himcan no more be explained than the Something on the Trail that compels Something in the hound. Like other dreamers, Hudson had to put his dreams in harness; hitch his Idea to every day uses, The Muscovy Company trading to Russia wanted to find a short way across the Pole to China. Hudson had worked up from sailor to pilot and pilot to master on the Dutch traders, and was commissioned to seek the passage. The Company furnished him with a crew of eleven including his own boy, John. It would be ridiculous if it were not so patheticthese simple sailors undertaking a venture that has baffled every great navigator since time began. Led by Hudson with the fire of a great faith in his eyes, the men solemnly marched to Saint Ethelburge Church off Bishopgate Street, London, to partake of Holy Communion and ask Gods aid. Back to the muddy water-front opposite the Tower; a gold coin for last drinks; a hearty God-speed from the gentlemen of the Muscovy Company pompous in self-importance and lace rufflesand the little crew steps into a clumsy river boat with brick-red sails. One gentleman opines with a pinch of snuff that it may be this many a day before Master Hudson returns. Riffraff loafers crane necks to see to the last. Cursing watermen clear the course by thumping other rivermen out of the way. The697402The Conquest of the Great Northwest: Being the Story of the Adventurers of England known as the Hudsons Bay Company, New Pages in the History of the C9797https://www.gandhi.com.mx/the-conquest-of-the-great-northwest-being-the-story-of-the-adventurers-of-england-known-as-the-hudsons-bay-company-new-pages-in-the-history-of-the-canadian-northwest-and-western-states-complete/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/304315/22d34867-56be-4ae9-942f-e37256eaf42b.jpg?v=638691170444300000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20239781465676924_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9781465676924_<p>Not a dozen boats had sailed beyond the Sixtieth degree of north latitude. From Sixty to the Pole was an area as great as Africa. This region was absolutely unknown. What did it hide? Was it another new world, or a world of waters giving access across the Pole from Europe to Asia? The Muscovy Company of England, the East India Company of Holland, both knew the Greenland of the Danes; and sent their ships to fish at Spitzbergen, east of Greenland. But was Greenland an island, or a great continent? Were Spitzbergen and Greenland parts of a vast Polar land? Did the mountains wreathed there in eternal mists conceal the wealth of a second Peru? Below the endless swamps of ice, would men find gold sands? And when one followed up the long coast of the east shoreas long as from Florida to Mainewhere the Danish colonies had perished of cold centuries agowhat beyond? A continent, or the Pole, or the mystic realm of frost peopled by the monsters of Saga myth, where the Goddess of Death held pitiless sway and the shores were lined with the dead who had dared to invade her realm? Why these questions should have pierced the peace of Henry Hudson, the English pilot, and possessed himcan no more be explained than the Something on the Trail that compels Something in the hound. Like other dreamers, Hudson had to put his dreams in harness; hitch his Idea to every day uses, The Muscovy Company trading to Russia wanted to find a short way across the Pole to China. Hudson had worked up from sailor to pilot and pilot to master on the Dutch traders, and was commissioned to seek the passage. The Company furnished him with a crew of eleven including his own boy, John. It would be ridiculous if it were not so patheticthese simple sailors undertaking a venture that has baffled every great navigator since time began. Led by Hudson with the fire of a great faith in his eyes, the men solemnly marched to Saint Ethelburge Church off Bishopgate Street, London, to partake of Holy Communion and ask Gods aid. Back to the muddy water-front opposite the Tower; a gold coin for last drinks; a hearty God-speed from the gentlemen of the Muscovy Company pompous in self-importance and lace rufflesand the little crew steps into a clumsy river boat with brick-red sails. One gentleman opines with a pinch of snuff that it may be this many a day before Master Hudson returns. Riffraff loafers crane necks to see to the last. Cursing watermen clear the course by thumping other rivermen out of the way. The boat slips under the bridge down the wide flood of the yeasty Thames through a forest of masts and sails of as many colors as Josephs coat. It is like a great sewer of humanity, this river tide with its citys traffic of a thousand years. Farmers rafting down loads of hay, market women punting themselves along with boat loads of vegetables, fishing schooners breasting the tide with full-blown sails, high-hulled galleons from Spain, flat-bottomed, rickety tubs from the Zee, gay little craftbarges with bunting, wherries with lovers, rowboats with nothing more substantial than silk awnings for a sailjostle and throng and bump each other as Hudsons crew shoots down with the tide. Not a man of the crew but wondersis he seeing it all for the last time? But here is the Muscovy Companys ship all newly rigged waiting at Gravesend, absurdly small for such a venture on such a sea. Then, in the clanking of anchor chains and sing-song of the capstan and last shouts of the noisy rivermen, apprehensions are forgotten. Can they but find a short route to China, their homely little craft may plough back with as rich cargo as ever Spanish caravel brought from the fabulous South Sea. The full tide heaves and rocks and bears out; a mad-souled dreamer standing at the prow with his little son, who is very silent. The air is fraught with something too big for words. May first, 1607, Hudson is off for the Pole. He might as well have been following the Flying Dutchman, or ballooning to the moon.</p>...9781465676924_Library of Alexandrialibro_electonico_f11ac6bd-38a3-3762-bd67-ca20088a37ac_9781465676924;9781465676924_9781465676924Agnes ChristinaInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/markmoxford-epub-c394accc-651b-4fb7-aa66-4e7c5bedc687.epub2023-02-14T00:00:00+00:00Library of Alexandria