A first book in American history with European beginnings . refuse to go on. And then ask yourselfwhat you would do. Would you turn back, disheartened,or would you muster all your courage and try the next best course? Henry Hud-son chose the latter. Now, it happenedthat Captain JohnSmith and Henry Hud-son were great friends;and John Smith hadwritten to Hudsonfrom Virginia of aneffort he himself hadmade to find a passageacross the new conti-nent. He had sailedup Chesapeake Bayand proved that therewas no passage thatway. Still he thoughtthere might be onefarther to the as he was in
A first book in American history with European beginnings . refuse to go on. And then ask yourselfwhat you would do. Would you turn back, disheartened,or would you muster all your courage and try the next best course? Henry Hud-son chose the latter. Now, it happenedthat Captain JohnSmith and Henry Hud-son were great friends;and John Smith hadwritten to Hudsonfrom Virginia of aneffort he himself hadmade to find a passageacross the new conti-nent. He had sailedup Chesapeake Bayand proved that therewas no passage thatway. Still he thoughtthere might be onefarther to the as he was in his endeavors to sail around thenorth of Europe, Hudson remembered what Captain Smithhad said. If there were a route to India to the north ofChesapeake Bay, why should not he, Henry Hudson, goin search of it, as long as his sailors would not sail anyfarther in the direction they had started? There was no reason. So Hudson turned his ship aboutand headed for America. South he sailed until he foundhimself off the shores of Virginia. There was no chance 124. Henry Hudson. HENRY HUDSON AND THE DUTCH of finding what he sought here, according to John Smith;so once more the Half Moon was turned about and headednorth. The 3d of September was a clear, bright day. Theblue sky, the gleaming waves, the swaying green forestsalong the coast, made a picture not to be forgotten. Thelittle Dutch ship scudded along in the sunshine, while,from her bow, Henry Hudson watched the widespread-ing shores of a bay which opened just ahead. Might notthis opening be the passage to the Pacific? Surely every-thing pointed that way. With his heart full of hope, thebrave navigator ran his ship into the bay and droppedanchor. Then out from the shore glided light canoes. Theirred-faced owners paddled nearer and nearer the strange-looking great white bird/ as they called the white-sailed ship. Slowly the canoes circled round and roundthe Half Moon. At last, seeing no signs of danger, theIndians came close to the
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