The remainder of the crew were glad to depart from the scene of this fatal combat, and immediately set sail, with the intention of reaching Ireland as soon as possible.  While they were in the Strait, they managed to kill a few wild fowl occasionally; but the supply was so small, that they were obliged to limit the crew to half a fowl a day, which they cooked with meal; but this soon failed, and they were forced to devour the candles.  The cook fried the bones of the fowls in tallow, and mixed this mess with vinegar, which, says Pricket, was “a great daintie.”

Before they reached Ireland, they were so weakened, that they were forced to sit at the helm to steer, as no one among them was able to stand.  Just before they came in sight of land, Juet died of want, thus meeting the very fate, to avoid which he had murdered his commander and friend.  The men were now in utter despair.  Only one fowl was left for the subsistence, and another day would be their last.  They abandoned all care of the vessel, and prepared to meet their fate, when the joyful cry of “a sail,” was heard.  It proved to be a fishing vessel, which took them into a harbor in Ireland, from which they hired a pilot to take them to England; where they all arrived in safety, after an absence of a year and five months.

THE RISE OF ROBERT BRUCE[1]

[Footnote 1:  Robert Bruce was born in July, 1274.  During the early part of his life he was sometimes to be found on the side of the English and sometimes on the side of the Scotch, but as he grew older his patriotic spirit was roused, and he threw himself heart and soul into the cause of his native land.  As late as the year 1299, after the Scotch patriot Wallace had been defeated, Bruce was in favor with the English King Edward, but in February, 1306, occurred the event with which Scott’s narrative opens.]

By SIR WALTER SCOTT[2]

[Footnote 2:  The following interesting account of some of the incidents in the life of Bruce is abridged from Scott’s Tales of a Grandfather, a series of historical stories which Scott wrote for his little grandson.]

Robert the Bruce was a remarkably brave and strong man; there was no man in Scotland that was thought a match for him.  He was very wise and prudent, and an excellent general; that is, he knew how to conduct an army, and place them in order for battle, as well or better than any great man of his time.  He was generous, too, and courteous by nature; but he had some faults, which perhaps belonged as much to the fierce period in which he lived as to his own character.  He was rash and passionate, and in his passion he was sometimes relentless and cruel.