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(From In Search of a Kingdom: Francis Drake, Elizabeth I, and the Perilous Birth of the British Empire
Queen Elizabeth’s favorite pirate, Francis Drake, was a hot-tempered, red-haired rogue who plundered and pillaged his way to the ends of the earth. A brash hustler who beguiled the nearly insolvent young queen of England with promises of gold and silver, and tales of heroic quests in distant lands.
Having departed from England in 1577, he was now two and a half years into his journey, having found the gold and silver mostly by seizing it from the Spanish who had preceded him (while keeping some for himself). Once he accomplished his primary objective, he sought a “Northwest passage” to England. Instead, in June, he encountered the coast of northern California.
Drake approached “that part of America bearing farther out into the west than we before imagined,” wrote Francis Fletcher, the Church of England priest who accompanied Drake and kept a diary of the voyage. The nearer they came to shore, the colder the wind—a miserable, piercing cold. On June 5, the winds forced Golden Hind to “cast anchor in a bad bay,” the only refuge from the “extreme gusts and flaws that beat upon us.” When the winds subsided, the sailors were engulfed by the “most vile, thick and stinking fogs, against which the sea prevailed nothing” until more violent gusts blew up and cleared out the miasma.
They were now at 48 degrees north, Fletcher estimated, in the vicinity of the Olympic Peninsula: terra incognita for the English. The men were “utterly discouraged,” but Drake changed his mind once again and resumed his search for the Northwest Passage. What if he had come this far only to miss it? Perhaps he needed to sail farther, and everything would be transformed. But there was no passage, no escape from their misery, only the huge expanse of the Pacific. “We had a smooth and calm sea, with ordinary flowing and reflowing,” Fletcher reported, “which could not have been, had there been a strait, of which we rather infallibly concluded, [and] then conjectured there was none.”
Drake finally recognized that he had been chasing an illusion. He turned back, hugging the shore, until, at 44 degrees north, he found a cove where he could safely anchor his ship, Golden Hind. Even in June, approaching the summer solstice, every hill was blanketed with snow. Fletcher found the denuded landscape extending to the north and east dismal to behold: “How unhandsome and deformed appeared the face of the earth itself shewing trees without leaves, and the ground without greenness in those months of June and July.” Even the “poor birds and fowl” were trapped in their nests amid the icy onslaught.
At last they made an agreeable landfall near present-day San Francisco. “It pleased God to send us into a fair and good bay, with a good wind to enter the same” where “the people of the country, having their houses close by the water’s side,