by Cate Ludlow
Tales from the
TERRIFIC
REGISTER
The Book of Pirates and Highwaymen
For Keziah, who wants to be a pirate when she grows up.
First published 1825
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Tales from the
TERRIFIC
REGISTER
The Book of Pirates and Highwaymen
EDITED BY
CATE LUDLOW
Editor’s Note
The Terrific Register is part of the glorious, gruesome, sensational, shocking and downright dreadful underbelly of nineteenth-century publishing. The Victorians, who we love to picture as prudish, had an absolute mania for gore: they read papers with headlines such as ‘Shocking Murder of a Wife with a Scythe!’, bought hundreds of ‘authentic’ accounts of executions, and loved anything to do with dark deeds, adventure and the supernatural. This collection is one of the forerunners of the genre of penny bloods and dreadfuls, the epitome of this underbelly. The roots of this genre, roughly speaking, are simple: all at once printing was cheap, and everyone – including the very poorest children – could read. Children and adults, from the slums all the way upwards, wanted something exciting to thumb through. They got it in titles such as Varney the Vampire, or, the Feast of Blood; History of the Pirates of All Nations; Sweeney Todd, The Demon Barber of Fleet Street; The Wild Boys of London and so on.
All of these stories in the Terrific Register are (allegedly) true. Some of them are fairly surprising. None are pleasant. Whatever magazine or series of books you devoured as a child, rest assured that the child of 185 years ago felt the same about the Terrific Register. You won’t find anything more gruesome, more hideous, more hair-raising or more downright fun to dip into.
The Book of Pirates and Highwaymen
Black-Beard, The Pirate
Thatch or Teach was the real name of this sanguinary desperadoe. He obtained his cognomen of Black-beard, from that large quantity of hair, which covered his whole face. His beard was black, which he suffered to grow to an extravagant length; as to breadth, it came up to his eyes; he was accustomed to twist it with ribbons, in small tails, after the manner of the Ramellies wigs, and turn them about his ears: in time of action he wore a sling over his shoulders, with three brace of pistols, hanging in holsters like bandaliers; he wore a fur-cap, and stuck a lighted match on each side under it, which appearing on each side of his face, his eyes naturally looking fierce and wild, made him altogether such a figure that imagination cannot form an idea of a fury from hell to look more frightful.
If he had the look of a fury, his humours and passions were suitable to it; we shall relate two or three more of his extravagancies, by which it will appear, to what a pitch of wickedness human nature may arrive, if its passions are not checked.
In the commonwealth of pirates, he who goes the greatest length of wickedness, is looked upon with a kind of envy amongst them, as a person of extraordinary gallantry, and is thereby entitled to be distinguished by some post, and if such a one has courage, he must certainly be a great man. The hero of whom we are writing was thoroughly accomplished in this way, and some of his frolics and wickedness were so extravagant, as if he aimed at making his men believe he was a devil incarnate; for being one day at sea, and a little flushed with drink:– ‘Come,’ says he, ‘let us make a hell of our own, and try how long we can bear it’; accordingly he, with two or three others, went down into the hold, and closing up all the hatches, filled several pots full of brimstone and other combustible matter; and set it on fire, and so continued ‘till they were almost suffocated, when some of the men cried out for air; at length he opened the hatches, not a little pleased that he held out the longest.
One night, drinking in the cabin with Hands, the pilot, and another man, Black-beard without any provocation privately draws out a small pair of pistols, and cocks them under the table, which being perceived by the man, he withdrew, and went upon deck, leaving Hands, the pilot, and the captain together. When the pistols were ready, he blew out the candle, and crossing his hands, discharged them at his company: Hands, the master, was shot through the knee, and lamed for life; the other pistol did no execution.– Being asked the meaning of this, he only answered, that if he did not now and then kill one of them, they would forget who he was.
His depredations at length became so formidable, added to the terror which his known desperate character and that of his crew every where inspired, that an application was made to the lieutenant-governor of Virginia to issue a proclamation for his apprehension, and two sloops of war were fitted out under the command of Lieutenant Maynard, who was commissioned to attack him. This however could not be managed so secretly but Black-beard had intelligence of it; but either he disbelieved or despised it, for he took no care to get out of his way; but put his vessel in a posture of defence and waited the result.
The night before the engagement, he sat up and drank the whole night, with some of his own men, and the master of a merchant-man, and having had intelligence of the two sloops coming back to attack him, one of his men asked him, in case any thing should happen to him in the engagement with the sloops, whether his wife knew where he had buried his money? He answered, that nobody but himself and the devil knew where it was, and the longest liver should take all.
At length they met. Lieutenant Maynard came to an anchor, but the place being shoal, and the channel intricate, there was no getting in where Thatch lay that night: and in the morning he weighed, and sent his boat a-head of the sloops to sound, and coming within gun-shot of the pirate received his fire: whereupon Maynard hoisted the king’s colours, and stood directly towards him, with the best way that his sails and oars could make. Black-beard cut his cable, and endeavoured to make a running fight, keeping a continual fire at his enemies, with his guns; Mr Maynard not having any, kept a constant fire with small arms, while some of his men laboured at the oars; Black-beard’s sloop ran aground, and Mr Maynard’s drawing more water that that of the pirate, he could not come near him, so he anchored with half gun-shot of the enemy; and in order to lighten his vessel, that he might run aboard, the lieutenant ordered all his ballast be thrown overboard and all the water be staved, and then weighed and stood for him; upon this, Black-beard hailed him in this rude manner: ‘D––––n you for villains, who are you? And from whence came you?’
The lieutenant made him answer, ‘You may see by our colours that we are no pirates.’ Black-beard bid him send his boat on board, that he might see who he was; but Mr Maynard replied thus; ‘I cannot spare my boat, but I will come aboard of you as soon as I can, with my sloop.’ Upon this, Black-beard took a glass of liquor
, and drank to him in these words: ‘D––––––n seize my soul, if I give you quarter, or take any from you.’ In answer to which Mr Maynard told him, that he expected no quarter from him, nor should he give any.
By this time Black-beard’s sloop fleeted, as Mr Maynard’s sloops were rowing by towards him, which not being above a foot high in the waist, and consequently the men exposed, as they came near together, (there being hitherto little or no execution done on either side,) the pirate fired a broadside charged with all manner of small shot.– A fatal stroke to them! The sloop the lieutenant was in, having twenty killed or wounded, and the other sloop nine: this could not be helped, for there being no wind, they were obliged to keep to their oars, otherwise the pirate would have got away, which, it seems, the lieutenant was resolute to prevent.
After this unlucky blow, Black-beard’s sloop fell broadside to the shore: Mr Maynard’s other sloop, which was called the Ranger, fell a-stern, being for the present disabled, so the lieutenant finding his own sloop had way, and would soon be on board of Thatch, he ordered all his men down, for fear of another broadside, which must have been their destruction, and the loss of their expedition. Mr Maynard was the only person that kept the deck, excepting the man at the helm, whom he directed to lie down snug, and the men in the hold were ordered to get their pistols and their swords ready for close fighting, and to come up at his command; in order to which, two ladders were placed in the hatchway for the more expedition. When the lieutenant’s sloop boarded the other, captain Thatch’s men threw in several new-fashioned sort of grenades, viz. case-bottles filled with powder, and small shot, slugs, and pieces of lead or iron, with a small quick match in the mouth of it, which being lighted outside, presently runs into the bottle to the powder, and as it is instantly thrown on board, generally does great execution, beside putting all the crew into a confusion; but by good Providence they had not that effect here; the men being in the hold, and Black-beard seeing few or no hands on board, told his men, that they were all knocked on the head except three or four, and therefore, says he, ‘let’s jump on board and cut them to pieces.’
Whereupon, under the smoke of one of the bottles just mentioned, Black-beard enters with fourteen men over the bows of Maynard’s sloop, and were not seen by him ‘till the air cleared; however, he just then gave a signal to his men, who all rose in an instant, and attacked the pirates with as much bravery as ever was done upon such an occasion: Black-beard and the lieutenant fired the first pistols at each other, by which the pirate received a wound; and then engaged with swords, ‘till the lieutenant’s unluckily broke, and stepping back to cock a pistol, Black-beard, with his cutlass, was striking at that instant that one of Maynard’s men gave him a terrible wound in the neck and throat, by which the lieutenant came off with a small cut over the fingers.
They were now closely and warmly engaged, the lieutenant and twelve men against Black-beard and fourteen, ‘till blood ran out of the scuppers in streams; Black-beard received a shot in his body from the pistol that lieutenant Maynard cocked, yet still stood his ground and fought with great fury, ‘till he received sixteen wounds, and five of them by shot. At length, as he was cocking another pistol, having fired several before, he fell down dead; by which time eight more out of the fourteen dropt; and all the rest, much wounded, jumped over-board, and called out for quarter; which was granted, though it was only prolonging their lives for a few days. The sloop Ranger came up and attacked the men that remained in Black-beard’s sloop with equal bravery, ‘till they likewise cried for quarter.
The broadside that did so much mischief before they boarded, in all probability saved the rest from destruction; for before, Thatch had little or no hopes of escaping, and therefore had posted a resolute fellow, with a lighted match in the powder room, with commands to blow up when he should give him orders, which was as soon as the lieutenant and his men should have entered, that so he might have destroyed his conquerors: when the man found out how it went with Black-beard, he could hardly be persuaded from that rash act, by two prisoners that were taken in the hold of the sloop.
The Robber By Necessity
In the year 1662, when Paris was afflicted with a long and severe famine, Monsieur de Sallo, returning from a summer’s evening walk, accompanied with only a page, was accosted by a man who presented his pistol, and in a manner far from hardened resolution, asked him for his money. M. de Sallo, observing that he came to the wrong person, and that he could obtain but little from him, added: ‘I have but three pistoles, which are not worth a scuffle; so, much good may it do you with them; but, like a friend, let me tell you, you are going on in a very bad way.’ The robber took them, and, without asking him for more, walked away, with an air of dejection and terror.
The fellow was no sooner gone, than M. de Sallo ordered his page to follow the robber, to observe where he went, and to bring him an account of all he should discover. The boy obeyed, pursued him through several obscure streets, and, at length, saw him change one of the pistoles and buy a large brown loaf. With this salutary purchase he went a few doors further, and, entering an alley, ascended several pairs of stairs. The boy crept up after him to the topmost story, where he saw him go into a room, which was no otherwise illuminated than by the friendly light of the moon; and peeping through a crevice, he perceived the wretched man cast the loaf upon the floor, and bursting into tears, cry out: ‘There, eat your fill, this is the dearest loaf I ever bought: I have robbed a gentleman of three pistoles; let us husband them well, and let me have no more teazings; for, soon or late, these doings must bring me to ruin.’ His wife having calmed the agony of his mind, took up the loaf, and cutting it, gave four pieces to four poor starving children.
The page having thus performed his commission, returned home, and gave his master an account of all he had seen and heard. Sallo, who was much moved, commanded the boy call him at five the next morning. He rose accordingly, and took the boy with him to show the way: he inquired of his neighbours the character of the man who lived in such a garret, with a wife and four children; by whom he was informed that he was a very industrious man, and tender husband, and a quiet neighbour; that his occupation was that of a shoemaker, and that he was a neat workman, but was overburdened with a family, and struggled hard to live in such dear times. Satisfied with this account, M. de Sallo ascended to the shoemaker’s lodgings, and knocking at the door, it was opened by the unhappy man himself; who, knowing him at first sight to be the gentleman whom he had robbed, prostrated himself at his feet. M. de Sallo desired him to make no noise, assuring him that he had not the least intention to hurt him. ‘You have a good character,’ said he, ‘among your neighbours: but you must expect your life will be cut short, if you are so wicked as to continue the freedoms you took with me. Hold out your hand; here are thirty pistoles to buy leather; husband it well, and set your children a laudable example. To put you out of further temptations to commit such ruinous and fatal actions, I will encourage your industry. I hear you are a neat workman; you will therefore, at this time, take measure of me and my lad for two pairs of shoes each, and he call upon you for them.’
The whole family seemed absorbed in joy: amazement and gratitude, in some measure, deprived them of speech. M. de Sallo departed, greatly moved, and with a mind replete with satisfaction at having saved a man, and perhaps a family, from the commission of guilt, from an ignominious death, and perhaps from everlasting punishment.
The Piracies And Murders Of Philip Roche
This inhuman monster had been concerned, with others, in insuring ships to a great value, and destroying them; by which means, and other rogeries he had got a little money; and being mate of a ship, was diligent enough in trading for himself between Ireland and France, so that he was in a way of getting himself a comfortable livelihood: but as he resolved to be rich, and finding fair dealings brought in wealth but slowly, he contrived to put other means in execution, and murdered several innocent persons in the prosecution of his abominable schemes.<
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Roche getting acquainted with one Neal, a fisherman at Cork, whom he found ready for any villaneous attempt, he imparted his design to him; who being pleased with the project, brings one Pierce Cullen and his brother into the confederacy, together with one Wise, who at first was very unwilling to come into their measures, and, indeed, had the least hand in the perpetration of what follows.
They pitched upon a vessel in the harbour, belonging to Peter Tartoue, a Frenchman, to execute their cruel intentions upon, because it was a small one, and had not a great number of hands on board, and it was easy afterwards to exchange it for one more fit for piracy; and therefore they applied themselves to the master of her, for passage to Nantz, whereto the ship was bound; and accordingly, at the beginning of November, 1721, they went aboard; and when at sea, Philip Roche, being an experienced sailor, the master of the vessel readily trusted him with the care of her, at times, while he and the mate went to rest.
The 15th of November, at night, was the time designed for the tragedy; but Francis Wise relented, and appeared desirous to divert them from their bloody purposes. Roche (sometimes called Captain) told him, that as Cullen and he had sustained great losses at sea, unless every Irishman present would assist in repairing their losses, by murdering all the French rogues, and running away with the ship, he should suffer the same fate with the Frenchman; but if all would assist, all should have a share in the booty. Upon this they all resolved alike, and Captain Roche ordered up three Frenchmen and a boy to band the top sails, the master and mate being then asleep in their cabins. The two first that came down, they beat out their brains, and threw them over-board: the other two seeing what was done, ran up to the top-mast head, but Cullen followed them, and taking the boy by the arm, tossed him into the sea; then driving down the man, those below knocked him on the head, and threw him overboard.