Publisher's Synopsis
It is an adventure book. As 'tis the present mode to embellish a history with a portrait of the writer, it will not be amiss that Benet Pengilly is about to tell you many marvelous things. What kind of man I am you may better judge when you come to the last page of this history; my business now is to present my image as I was; to which end I would have you may picture a man close upon thirty years of age, clad in a jerkin and breeches of leather, six foot and some odd inches in height, gaunt and lean as a famished wolf, fierce visaged, with an unkempt beard of hair, and a shock ragged as a bush, and both as black as any ink; a deep-sunk, bloodshot eye, and a swarthy skin, all besmirched with broken egg, filth and blood, bound in the town pillory, which stood over against the church of St. Mary, in the city of Truro.
