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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: than ever salt spray made, flying before that gale; more thunder
than ever sea-surge wakened echoing among the cliffs of Smerwick
bay; along those sand-hills flash in the evening gloom red sparks
which never came from heaven; for that fort, now christened by the
invaders the Fort Del Oro, where flaunts the hated golden flag of
Spain, holds San Josepho and eight hundred of the foe; and but
three nights ago, Amyas and Yeo, and the rest of Winter's shrewdest
hands, slung four culverins out of the Admiral's main deck, and
floated them ashore, and dragged them up to the battery among the
sand-hills; and now it shall be seen whether Spanish and Italian
condottieri can hold their own on British ground against the men of
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