• TABLE OF CONTENTS
HIDE
 Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Half Title
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Dedication
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 How Mr. Oxenham saw the white...
 How Amyas came home the first...
 Of two gentlemen of Wales, and...
 The two ways of being crost in...
 Clovelly Court in the olden...
 The Coombes of the far west
 The true and tragical history of...
 How the Noble Brotherhood of the...
 How Amyas kept his Christmas...
 How the Mayor of Bideford baited...
 How Eustace Leigh met the Pope's...
 How Bideford Bridge dined at Annery...
 How the golden hind came home...
 How Salvation Yeo slew the King...
 How Mr. John Brimblecombe understood...
 Back Cover
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Group Title: Westward ho! or, The voyages and adventures of Sir Amyas Leigh, knight, of Burrough, in the county of Devon, in the reign of Her Most Glorious Majesty, Queen Elizabeth ; Vol. 1
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Title: Westward ho! or, The voyages and adventures of Sir Amyas Leigh, knight, of Burrough, in the county of Devon, in the reign of Her Most Glorious Majesty, Queen Elizabeth
Alternate Title: Voyages and adventures of Sir Amyas Leigh, knight, of Burrough, in the county of Devon, in the reign of Her Most Glorious Majesty, Queen Elizabeth
Physical Description: 2 v. : ill. ; 21 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Kingsley, Charles, 1819-1875
Brock, C. E ( Charles Edmund ), 1870-1938 ( Illustrator )
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R. & R. Clark (Firm) ( Printer )
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Manufacturer: R. & R. Clark
Publication Date: 1896
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Subject: Youth -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Kings and rulers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Queens -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Mayors -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Birds -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Hunting -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Animals -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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Statement of Responsibility: rendered into modern English by Charles Kingsley ; with illustrations by Charles E. Brock.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Page i
    Half Title
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        Page iii
    Frontispiece
        Page iv
    Title Page
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    Dedication
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    Table of Contents
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    List of Illustrations
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    How Mr. Oxenham saw the white bird
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    How Amyas came home the first time
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    Of two gentlemen of Wales, and how they hunted with the hounds, and yet ran with the deer
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    The two ways of being crost in love
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    Clovelly Court in the olden time
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    The Coombes of the far west
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    The true and tragical history of Mr. John Oxenham of Plymouth
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    How the Noble Brotherhood of the Rose was founded
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    How Amyas kept his Christmas Day
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    How the Mayor of Bideford baited his hook with his own flesh
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    How Eustace Leigh met the Pope's legate
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    How Bideford Bridge dined at Annery House
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    How the golden hind came home again
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    How Salvation Yeo slew the King of the Gubbings
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"Call me jackanapes again, and I break yours, sir."-Chap. i. p. 10.












WESTWARD HO!

OR


THE VOYAGES AND ADVENTURES OF
E)i Ampag 7eigfi, nifgl)t,
OF BURROUGH, IN THE COUNTY OF DEVON,
IN THE REIGN OF HER MOST GLORIOUS MAJESTY
QUEEN ELIZABETH




RENDERED INTO MODERN ENGLISH

BY CHARLES KINGSLEY



WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY CHARLES E. BROCK

IN TWO VOLS.-VOL. I.






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The First Edition of Westward Ho! was published in 1855.






















THE RAJAH SIR JAMES BROOKE, K.C.B.

AND


GEORGE AUGUSTUS SELWYN, D.D.
BISHOP OF NEW ZEALAND


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BY ONE WHO (UNKNOWN TO THEM) HAS N0 OTHER METHOD OF

EXPRESSING HIS ADMIRATION AND REVERENCE FOR THEIR

CHARACTERS.

THAT TYPE OF ENGLISH VIRTUE, AT ONCE MANFUL AND

GODLY, PRACTICAL AND ENTHUSIASTIC, PRUDENT AND SELF-

SACRIFICING, WHICH IE HAS TRIED TO DEPICT IN THESE

PAGES, THEY HAVE EXHIBITED IN A FORM EVEN PURER AND

MORE HEROIC THAN THAT IN WHICH HE HAS DREST IT, AND

THAN THAT IN WHICH IT WAS EXHIBITED BY THE WORTHIES

WHOM ELIZABETH, WITHOUT DISTINCTION OF RANK OR AGE,

GATHERED ROUND HER IN THE EVER GLORIOUS WARS OF HER

GREAT REIGN.
C. K.


February 1855,


















CONTENTS OF VOL. I.

CHAP. PAGE
I. How MR. OXENHAM SAW THE VHITE BIRD 1
II. How AMYAS CAME HOME THE FIRST TIME 29
III. OF TWO GENTLEMEN OF WALES, AND HOW
THEY HUNTED WITH THE HOUNDS, AND YET
RAN WITH THE DEER. .77
IV. THE TWO WAYS OF BEING CROST IN LOVE 104
V. CLOVELLY COURT IN THE OLDEN TIME 141
VI. THE COOMBES OF THE FAR WEST 180
VII. THE TRUE AND TRAGICAL HISTORY OF ME.
JOHN OXENHAM OF PLYMOUTH 193
VIII. How THE NOBLE BROTHERHOOD OF THE ROSE
WAS FOUNDED 256

IX. How AMYAS KEPT HIS CHRISTMAS DAY. 282
X. HOW THE MAYOR OF BIDEFORD BAITED HIS
HOOK WITH HIS OWN FLESH 334
XI. How EUSTACE LEIGH MET THE POPE'S LEGATE 351
XII. How BIDEFORD BRIDGE DINED AT ANNERY
HOUSE 377
XIII. How THE GOLDEN HIND CAME HOME AGAIN 417
XIV. How SALVATION YEO SLEW THE KING OF THE
GUBBINGS. 431
XV. Hw MlE. JOHN BRIMBLECOMBE UNDERSTOOD
THE NATURE OF AN OATH 468





















ILLUSTRATIONS IN VOL. I

PAGE
"Call me jackanapes again, and I break yours, sir"
Frontispiece
Chapter 1, headpiece 1
"There Do you see it? The bird !-the bird with
the white breast ". 22
Chapter 2, headpiece 29
That slate descended on the bald coxcomb of Sir Vindex
Brimblecombe 45
She took the wreath of fragrant gale from her own head,
and placed it on the head of Amyas 60
"I am King Neptune bold ". 71
Chapter 3, headpiece 77
"Trying to get aloft on the wrong side 92
Knelt down humbly in the wet grass 96
Chapter 4, headpiece 104
"Tell me, now here-this moment-before we part-if
I may love you 120
"Well, my dear young lady, and what is it I can do
for ye ? .. 128
Chapter 5, headpiece 141
"Stop! stay!" almost screamed Frank; it is Eustace!" 163
"You have two Jesuits here, sir and here is the Queen's
warrant for apprehending them" .176
Chapter 6, headpiece 180
Out of the stern sheets arose the portly figure of
Lucy Passmore 185








X ILLUSTRATIONS IN VOL. I
PAGE
Chapter 7, headpiece 193
"Soul alive cried Amyas, catching him by the hand;
"and are you he ?" .205
"Sang us all to sleep with very sweet music 235
Chapter 8, headpiece .256
Dragging out by the head Mr. John Brimblecombe 269
" Give me a buckler, and have at any of you 277
Chapter 9, headpiece .282
Up sprang Amyas and with a single buffet felled
him to the earth .319
Down went the hapless hackney on his tail 331
Chapter 10, headpiece 334
He had seen more than one Bideford burgher,
redolent of onions, profane in that way the velvet
cheek of Rose Salterne 347
Chapter 11, headpiece 3.. . 51
There she sat upon a stone, tearing her black dishevelled
hair. 359
Chapter 12, headpiece .377
"Why pain your gentle ears with details of slaughter ". 389
"It is enough gentlemen" 412
Chapter 13, headpiece .. .417
Chapter 14, headpiece .431
Yes, here he was, with such a countenance, half foolish,
half venomous 488
Yeo, his back against the stable-door, was holding his
own manfully with sword and buckler against a
dozen men 445
"Look.there! Two thousand pound won't buy that chest" 464
Chapter 15, headpiece .468
"I hope no offence, Mr. William; but when are you and
the rest going after-after her ?" 475























HOW MR. OXENHAM SAW THE WHITE BIRD.


The hollow oak our palace is,
Our heritage the sea."
ALL who have travelled through the delicious scenery
of North Devon must needs know the little white
town of Bideford, which slopes upwards from its
broad tide-river paved with yellow sands, and many-
arched old bridge where salmon wait for Autumn
floods, toward the pleasant upland on the west.
Above the town the hills close in, cushioned with
deep oak woods, through which juts here and there a
crag of fern-fringed slate; below they lower, and open
more and more in softly-rounded knolls, and fertile
squares of red and green, till they sink into the wide
expanse of hazy flats, rich salt marshes, and rolling
sand hills, where Torridge joins her sister Taw, and
both together flow quietly toward the broad surges
of the bar, and the everlasting thunder of the long
Atlantic swell. Pleasantly the old town stands there,
beneath its soft Italian sky, fanned day and night by
VOL. I B W. H.








HOW MR. OXENHAM


the fresh ocean breeze, which forbids alike the keen
winter frosts, and the fierce thunder heats of the
midland; and pleasantly it has stood there for now,
perhaps, eight hundred years since the first Grenvil,
cousin of the Conqueror, returning from the conquest
of South Wales, drew round him trusty Saxon serfs,
and free Norse rovers with their golden curls, and
dark Silurian Britons from the Swansea shore, and
all the mingled blood which still gives to the seaward
folk of the next county their strength and intellect,
and, even in these levelling days, their peculiar beauty
of face and form.
But at the time whereof I write, Bideford was not
merely a pleasant country town, whose quay was
haunted by a few coasting craft. It was one of the
chief ports of England; it furnished seven ships to
fight the Armada: even more than a century after-
wards, say the chroniclers, "it sent more vessels to
the northern trade, than any port in England, saving
(strange juxtaposition!) London and Topsham," and
was the centre of a local civilisation and enterprise,
small perhaps compared with the vast efforts of the
present day: but who dare despise the day of small
things, if it has proved to be the dawn of mighty
ones ? And it is to the sea-life and labour of Bide-
ford, and Dartmouth, and Topsham, and Plymouth
(then a petty place), and many another little western
town, that England owes the foundation of her naval
and commercial glory. It was the men of Devon,
the Drakes and Hawkins', Gilberts and Raleighs,
Grenviles and Oxenhams, and a host more of "for-








SAW THE WHITE BIRD.


gotten worthies," whom we shall learn one day to
honour as they deserve, to whom she owes her com-
merce, her colonies, her very existence. For had
they not first crippled, by their West Indian raids,
the ill-gotten resources of the Spaniard, and then
crushed his last huge effort in Britain's Salamis, the
glorious fight of 1588, what had we been by now, but
a Popish appanage of a world-tyranny as cruel as
heathen Rome itself, and far more devilish ?
It is in memory of these men, their voyages and
their battles, their faith and their valour, their heroic
lives and no less heroic deaths, that I write this book;
and if now and then I shall seem to warm into a style
somewhat too stilted and pompous, let me be excused
for my subject's sake, fit rather -to have been sung
than said, and to have proclaimed to all true English
hearts, not as a novel but as an epic (which some man
may yet gird himself to write), the same great message
which the songs of Troy, and the Persian wars, and
the trophies of Marathon and Salamis, spoke to the
hearts of all true Greeks of old.

One bright summer's afternoon, in the year of
grace 1575, a tall and fair boy came lingering along
Bideford quay, in his scholar's gown, with satchel and
slate in hand, watching wistfully the shipping and the
sailors, till, just after he had passed the bottom of
the High Street, he came opposite to one of the many
taverns which looked out upon the river. In the
open bay-window sat merchants and gentlemen, dis-
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outside the door was gathered a group of sailors,
listening earnestly to some one who stood in the
midst. The boy, all alive for any sea-news, must
needs go up to them, and take his place among the
sailor-lads who were peeping and whispering under
the elbows of the men; and so came in for the follow-
ing speech, delivered in a loud bold voice, with a
strong Devonshire accent, and a fair sprinkling of
oaths.
"If you don't believe me, go and see, or stay here
and grow all over blue mould. I tell you, as I am a
gentleman, I saw it with these eyes, and so did Salva-
tion Yeo there, through a window in the lower room;
and we measured the heap, as I am a Christened man,
seventy foot long, ten foot broad, and twelve foot
high, of silver bars, and each bar between a thirty.
and forty pound weight. And says Captain Drake:
'There, my lads of Devon, I've brought you to the
mouth of the world's treasure-house, and it's your
own fault now, if you don't sweep it out as empty as
a stock-fish.'"
"Why didn't you bring some of they home, then,
Mr. Oxenham ?"
"Why weren't you there to help to carry them?
We would have brought 'em away, safe enough, and
young Drake and I had broke the door abroad already,
but Captain Drake goes off in a dead faint; and when
we came to look, he had a wound in his leg you might
have laid three fingers in, and his boots were full of
blood, and had been for an hour or more; but the
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dropped, and then his brother and I got him away to
the boats, he kicking and struggling, and bidding us
let him go on with the fight, though every step he
took in the sand was in a pool of blood; and so we
got off. And tell me, ye sons of shotten herrings,
wasn't it worth more to save him than the dirty
silver ? for silver we can get again, brave boys: there's
more fish in the sea than ever came out of it, and
more silver in Nombre de Dios than would pave all
the streets in the west country: but of such captains
as Franky Drake, heaven never makes but one at a
time; and if we lose him, good-bye to England's luck,
say I, and who don't agree, let him choose his weapons,
and I'm his man."
He who delivered this harangue was a tall and
sturdy personage, with a florid black-bearded face,
and bold restless dark eyes, who leaned, with crossed
legs and arms akimbo, against the wall of the house;
and seemed in the eyes of the school-boy a very mag-
nifico, some prince or duke at least. He was dressed
(contrary to all sumptuary laws of the time) in a suit
of crimson velvet, a little the worse, perhaps, for wear;
by his side were a long Spanish rapier and a brace of
daggers, gaudy enough about the hilts; his fingers
sparkled with rings; he had two or three gold chains
about his neck, and large earrings in his ears, behind
one of which a red rose was stuck jauntily enough
among the glossy black curls; on his head was a broad
velvet Spanish hat, in which instead of a feather was
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like one entire precious stone. As he finished his
speech, he took off the said hat, and looking at the
bird in it-
"Look ye, my lads, did you ever see such a fowl
as that before? That's the bird which the old Indian
kings of Mexico let no one wear but their own selves;
and therefore I wear it,-I, John Oxenham of South
Tawton, for a sign to all brave lads of Devon, that as
the Spaniards are the masters of the Indians, we're
the masters of the Spaniards:" and he replaced his
hat.
A murmur of applause followed: but one hinted
that he "doubted the Spaniards were too many for
them."
Too many ? How many men did we take Nombre
de Dios with? Seventy-three were we, and no more
when we sailed out of Plymouth Sound; and before
we saw the Spanish main, half were 'gastados,' used
up, as the Dons say, with the scurvy; and in Port
Pheasant Captain Rawse of Cowes fell in with us, and
that gave us some thirty hands more; and with that
handful, my lads, only fifty-three in all, we picked the
lock of the new world And whom did we lose but
our trumpeter, who stood braying like an ass in the
middle of the square, instead of taking care of his
neck like a Christian ? I tell you, those Spaniards are
rank cowards, as all bullies are. They pray to a
woman, the idolatrous rascals! and no wonder they
fight like women."
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can fight two easterlings, and an easterling can beat
three Dons any day. Eh my lads of Devon?
For 0 it's the herrings and the good brown beef,
And the cider and the cream so white;
0 they are the making of the jolly Devon lads,
For to play, and eke to fight."
"Come," said Oxenham, "come along! Who
lists ? who lists ? who'll make his fortune ?
"Oh, who will join, jolly mariners all?
And who will join, says he, O !
To fill his pockets with the good red goold,
By sailing on the sea, O !"
"Who'll list ?" cried the gaunt man again; now's
your time We've got forty men to Plymouth now,
ready to sail the minute we get back, and we want a
dozen out of you Bideford men, and just a boy or two,
and then we'm off and away, and make our fortunes,
or go to heaven.
Our bodies in the sea so deep,
Our souls in heaven to rest !
Where valiant seamen, one and all,
Hereafter shall be blest !"
"Now," said Oxenham, "you won't let the Ply-
mouth men say that the Bideford men aren't follow
them? North Devon against South, it is. Who'll
join ? who'll join ? It is but a step of a way, after all,
and sailing as smooth as a duck-pond as soon as you're
past Cape Finisterre. I'll run a Clovelly herring-boat
there and back for a wager of twenty pound, and
never ship a bucketful all the way. Who'll join?
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gunner's mate, as well as I do the narrow seas, and
better. You ask him to show you the chart of it,
now, and see if he don't tell you over the ruttier as
well as Drake himself."
On which the gaunt man pulled from under his
arm a great white buffalo horn covered with rough
etchings of land and sea, and held it up to the admir-
ing ring.
"See here, boys all, and behold the picture of the
place, dra'ed out so natural as ever was life. I got
mun from a Portingal, down to the Azores; and he'd
pricked mun out, and pricked mun out, wheresoever
he'd sailed, and whatsoever he'd seen. Take mun in
your hands now, Simon Evans, take mun in your
hands; look mun over, and I'll warrant you'll know
the way in five minutes so well as ever a shark in the
seas."
And the horn was passed from hand to hand;
while Oxenham, who saw that his hearers were be-
coming moved, called through the open window for a
great tankard of sack, and passed that from hand to
hand, after the horn.
The school-boy, who had been devouring with eyes
and ears all which passed, and had contrived by this
time to edge himself into the inner ring, now stood
face to face with the hero of the emerald crest, and
got as many peeps as he could at the wonder. But
when he saw the sailors, one after another, having
turned it over a while, come forward and offer to join
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as that of Tristrem, or the enchanter's in Ariosto;
and when the group had somewhat broken up, and
Oxenham was going into the tavern with his recruits,
he asked boldly for a nearer sight of the marvel, which
was granted at once.
And now to his astonished gaze displayed them-
selves cities and harbours, dragons and elephants,
whales which fought with sharks, plate ships of Spain,
islands with apes and palm-trees, each with its name
over-written, and here and there, "Here is gold;"
and again, "Much gold and silver;" inserted most
probably, as the words were in English, by the hands
of Mr. Oxenham himself. Lingeringly and longingly
the boy turned it round and round, and thought the
owner of it more fortunate than Khan or Kaiser. Oh,
if he could but possess that horn, what needed he on
earth beside to make him blest!
"I say, will you sell this ?"
"Yea, marry, or my own soul, if I can get the
worth of it."
"I want the horn,-I don't want your soul; it's
somewhat of a stale sole, for aught I know; and there
are plenty of fresh ones in the bay."
And therewith, after much fumbling, he pulled out
a tester (the only one he had), and asked if that would
buy it'
"That I no, nor twenty of them."
The boy thought over what a good knight-errant
would do in such case, and then answered, "Tell you
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"Break the jackanape's head for him, Yeo," said
Oxenham.
"Call me jackanapes again, and I break yours, sir."
And the boy lifted his fist fiercely.
Oxenham looked at him a minute smilingly.
"Tut tut! my man, hit one of your own size, if
you will, and spare little folk like me !"
"If I have a boy's age, sir, I have a man's fist.
I shall be fifteen years old this month, and know how
to answer any one who insults me."
"Fifteen, my young cockerel? you look liker
twenty," said Oxenham, with an admiring glance at
the lad's broad limbs, keen blue eyes, curling golden
locks, and round honest face. "Fifteen ? If I had
half-a-dozen such lads as you, I would make knights of
them before I died. Eh, Yeo?"
"He'll do," said Yeo; "he will make a brave
gamecock in a year or two, if he dares ruffle up so
early at a tough old hen-master like the Captain."
At which there was a general laugh, in which
Oxenham joined as loudly as any, and then bade the
lad tell him why he was so keen after the horn.
"Because," said he, looking up boldly, "I want to
go to sea. I want to see the Indies. I want to fight
the Spaniards. Though I am a gentleman's son, I'd
a deal liever be a cabin-boy on board your ship."
And the lad having hurried out his say fiercely enough,
dropped his head again.
"And you shall," cried Oxenham, with a great
oath; "and take a galleon, and dine off carbonadoed
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"Mr. Leigh's, of Burrough Court."
"Bless his soul! I know him as well as I do the
Eddystone, and his kitchen too. Who sups with him
to-night ?"
"Sir Richard Grenvil."
"Dick Grenvil ? I did not know he was in town.
Go home and tell your father John Oxenham will
come and keep him company.' There, off with you!
I'll make all straight with the good gentleman, and
you shall have your venture with me; and as for the
horn, let him have the horn, Yeo, and I'll give you a
noble for it."
"Not a penny, noble Captain. If young master
will take a poor mariner's gift, there it is, for the sake
of his love to the calling, and Heaven send him luck
therein." And the good fellow, with the impulsive
generosity of a true sailor, thrust the horn into the
boy's hands, and walked away to escape thanks.
"And now," quoth Oxenham, "my merry men all,
make up your minds what mannered men you be
minded to be before you take your bounties. I want
none of your rascally lurching longshore vermin, who
get five pounds out of this captain, and ten out of that,
and let him sail without them after all, while they are
stowed away under women's mufflers, and in tavern
cellars. If any man is of that humour, he had better
to cut himself up, and salt himself down in a barrel
for pork, before he meets me again; for by this light,
let me catch him, be it seven years hence, and if I do
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him I'll be, come wreck or prize, storm or calm, salt
water or fresh, victuals or none, share and fare alike;
and here's my hand upon it, for every man and all;
and so-
Westward ho with a rumbelow,
And hurra for the Spanish main, 0 !"

After which oration Mr. Oxenham swaggered into
the tavern, followed by his new men; and the boy
took his way homewards, nursing his precious horn,
trembling between hope and fear, and blushing with
maidenly shame, and a half-sense of wrong-doing at
having revealed suddenly to a stranger the darling
wish which he had hidden from his father and mother
ever since he was ten years old.
Now this young gentleman, Amyas Leigh, though
come of as good blood as any in Devon, and having
lived all his life in what we should even now call the
very best society, and being (on account of the valour,
courtesy, and truly noble qualities which he showed
forth in his most eventful life) chosen by me as the
hero and centre of this story, was not, saving for his
good looks, by any means what would be called now-
a-days an "interesting" youth, still less a "highly
educated" one; for, with the exception of a little
Latin, which had been driven into him by repeated
blows, as if it had been a nail, he knew no books
whatsoever, save his Bible, his Prayer-book, the old
" Mort d'Arthur of Caxton's edition, which lay in the
great bay window in the hall, and the translation of
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"The Cruelties of the Spaniards." He devoutly
believed in fairies, whom he called pixies; and held
that they changed babies, and made the mushroom
rings on the downs to dance in. When he had warts
or burns, he went to the white witch at Northam to
charm them away; he thought that the sun moved
round the earth, and that the moon had some kindred
with a Cheshire cheese. He held that the swallows
slept all the winter at the bottom of the horse-pond;
talked, like Raleigh, Grenvil, and other low persons,
with a broad Devonshire accent; and was in many
other respects so very ignorant a youth, that any pert
monitor in a national school might have had a hearty
laugh at him. Nevertheless, this ignorant young
savage, "vacant of the glorious gains" of the nine-
teenth century, children's literature and science made
easy, and, worst of all, of those improved views of
English history now current among our railway essay-
ists, which consist in believing all persons, male and
female, before the year 1688, and nearly all after it,
to have been either hypocrites or fools, had learnt
certain things which he would hardly have been
taught just now in any school in England; for his
training had been that of the old Persians, "to speak
the truth and to draw the bow," both of which savage
virtues he had acquired to perfection, as well as the
equally savage ones of enduring pain cheerfully, and of
believing it to be the finest thing in the world to be
a gentleman; by which word he had been taught to
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in giving up his own pleasure for the sake of those who
were weaker than himself. Moreover, having been
entrusted for the last year with the breaking of a colt,
and the care of a cast of young hawks which his father
had received from Lundy Isle, he had been profiting
much by the means of those coarse and frivolous
amusements, in perseverance, thoughtfulness, and the
habit of keeping his temper; and though he had never
had a single "object lesson," or been taught to "use
his intellectual powers," he knew the names and ways
of every bird, and fish, and fly, and could read, as
cunningly as the oldest sailor, the meaning of every
drift of cloud which crossed the heavens. Lastly, he
had been for some time past, on account of his extra-
ordinary size and strength, undisputed cock of the
school, and the most terrible fighter among all Bide-
ford boys; in which brutal habit he took much
delight, and contrived, strange as it may seem, to
extract from it good, not only for himself but for
others, doing justice among his school-fellows with a
heavy hand, and succouring the oppressed and afflicted;
so that he was the terror of all the sailor-lads, and the
pride and stay of all the town's-boys and girls, and
hardly considered that he had done his duty in his
calling if he went home without beating a big lad for
bullying a little one. For the rest, he never thought
about thinking, or felt about feeling; and had no
ambition whatsoever beyond pleasing his father and
mother, getting by honest means the maximum of
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would be now-a-days called by many a pious child;
for though he said his Creed and Lord's Prayer night
and morning, and went to the service at the church
every forenoon, and read the day's Psalms with his
mother every evening, and had learnt from her and
from his father (as he proved well in after life), that
it was infinitely noble to do right and infinitely base
to do wrong, yet (the age of children's religious books
not having yet dawned on the world), he knew nothing
more of theology, or of his own soul, than is contained
in the Church Catechism. It is a question, however,
on the whole, whether, though grossly ignorant (ac-
cording to our modern notions) in science and religion,
he was altogether untrained in manhood, virtue, and
godliness; and whether the barbaric narrowness of
his Information was not somewhat counterbalanced
both in him and in the rest of his generation by the
depth, and breadth, and healthiness of his Education.
So let us watch him up the hill as he goes hugging
his horn, to tell all that has passed to his mother,
from whom he had never hidden anything in his life,
save only that sea-fever; and that only because he
foreknew that it would give her pain; and because,
moreover, being a prudent and sensible lad, he knew
that he was not yet old enough to go, and that, as he
expressed it to her that afternoon, "there was no use
hollaing till lie was out of the wood."
So he goes up between the rich lane-banks, heavy
with drooping ferns and honeysuckle; out upon the
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into the homeclose; and then he pauses a moment to
look around; first at the wide bay to the westward,
with its southern wall of purple cliffs; then at the dim
Isle of Lundy far away at sea; then at the cliffs and
downs of Morte and Braunton, right in front of him;
then at the vast yellow sheet of rolling sandhill, and
green alluvial plain dotted with red cattle, at his feet,
through which the silver estuary winds onward toward
the sea. Beneath him, on his right, the Torridge, like
a land-locked lake, sleeps broad and bright between
the old park of Tapeley and the charmed rock of the
Hubbastone, where, seven hundred years ago, the
Norse rovers landed to lay siege to Kenwith Castle, a
mile away on his left hand; and not three fields away,
are the old stones of "The Bloody Corner," where the
retreating Danes, cut off from their ships, made their
last fruitless stand against the Saxon sheriff and the
valiant men of Devon. Within that charmed rock,
so Torridge boatmen tell, sleeps now the old Norse
Viking in his leaden coffin, with all his fairy treasure
and his crown of gold; and as the boy looks at the
spot, he fancies, and almost hopes, that the day may
come when he shall have to do his duty against the
invader as boldly as the men of Devon did then.
And past him, far below, upon the soft south-eastern
breeze, the stately ships go sliding out to sea. When
shall he sail in them, and see the wonders of the
deep? And as he stands there with beating heart
and kindling eye, the cool breeze whistling through
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way out of its island prison, to discover and to traffic,
to colonise and to civilise, until no wind can sweep
the earth which does not bear the echoes of an English
voice. Patience, young Amyas! Thou too shalt
forth, and westward ho, beyond thy wildest dreams;
and see brave sights, and do brave deeds, which no
man has since the foundation of the world. Thou,
too, shalt face invaders stronger and more cruel far
than Dane or Norman, and bear thy part in that great
Titan strife before the renown of which the name of
Salamis shall fade away !
Mr. Oxenham came that evening to supper as he
had promised: but as people supped in those days
in much the same manner as they do now, we may
drop the thread of the story for a few hours, and take
it up again after supper is over.
"Come now, Dick Grenvil, do thou talk the good
man round, and I'll warrant myself to talk round the
good wife."
The personage whom Oxenham addressed thus
familiarly, answered by a somewhat sarcastic smile,
and, "Mr. Oxenham gives Dick Grenvil" (with just
enough emphasis on the "Mr." and the "Dick," to
hint that a liberty had been taken with him) "over-
much credit with the men. Mr. Oxenham's credit
with fair ladies, none can doubt. Friend Leigh, is
Heard's great ship home yet from the Straits?"
The speaker, known well in those days as Sir
Richard Grenvile, Granville, Greenvil, Greenfield,
with two or three other variations, was one of those
truly heroical personages whom Providence, fitting
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always the men to their age and their work, had sent
upon the earth whereof it takes right good care, not
in England only, but in Spain and Italy, in Germany
and the Netherlands, and wherever, in short, great
men and great deeds were needed to lift the medieval
world into the modern.
And, among all the heroic faces which the painters
of that age have preserved, none, perhaps, hardly
excepting Shakspeare's or Spenser's, Alva's or Parma's,
is more heroic than that of Richard Grenvil, as it
stands in Prince's Worthies of Devon;" of a Spanish
type, perhaps (or more truly speaking, a Cornish),
rather than an English, with just enough of the British
element in it, to give delicacy to its massiveness. The
forehead and whole brain are of extraordinary loftiness,
and perfectly upright; the nose long, aquiline, and
delicately pointed; the mouth fringed with a short
silky beard, small and ripe, yet firm as granite, with
just pout enough of the lower lip to give hint of that
capacity of noble indignation which lay hid under its
usual courtly calm and sweetness; if there be a defect
in the face, it is that the eyes are somewhat small, and
close together, and the eyebrows, though delicately
arched, and, without a trace of peevishness, too closely
pressed down upon them, the complexion is dark, the
figure tall and graceful; altogether the likeness of a
wise and gallant gentleman, lovely to all good men,
awful to all bad men; in whose presence none dare
say or do a mean or a ribald thing; whom brave men
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the sun. So he lived and moved, whether in the
court of Elizabeth, giving his counsel among the
wisest; or in the streets of Bideford, capped alike by
squire and merchant, shopkeeper and sailor; or riding
along the moorland roads between his houses of Stow
and Bideford, while every woman ran out to her door
to look at the great Sir Richard, the pride of North
Devon; or, sitting there in the low mullioned window
at Burrough, with his cup of malmsey before him, and
the lute to which he had just been singing laid across
his knees, while the red western sun streamed in upon
his high, bland forehead, and soft curling locks; ever
the same steadfast, God-fearing, chivalrous man, con-
scious (as far as a soul so healthy could be conscious)
of the pride of beauty, and strength, and valour, and
wisdom, and a race and name which claimed direct
descent from the grandfather of the Conqueror, and
was tracked down the centuries by valiant deeds and
noble benefits to his native shire, himself the noblest
of his race. Men said that he was proud: but he
could not look round him without having something
to be proud of; that he was stern and harsh to his
sailors: but it was only when he saw in them any
taint of cowardice or falsehood; that he was subject,
at moments, to such fearful fits of rage, that he had
been seen to snatch the glasses from the table, grind
them to pieces in his teeth, and swallow them: but
that was only when his indignation had been aroused
by some tale of cruelty or oppression; and, above all,
by those West Indian devilries of the Spaniards, whom
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enemies of God and man. Of this last fact Oxenham
was well aware, and therefore felt somewhat puzzled
and nettled, when, after having asked Mr. Leigh's
leave to take young Amyas with him, and set forth in
glowing colours the purpose of his voyage, he found
Sir Richard utterly unwilling to help him with his
suit.
"Heyday, Sir Richard ? You are not surely gone
over to the side of those canting fellows (Spanish
Jesuits in disguise every one of them, they are), who
pretend to turn up their noses at Franky Drake as a
pirate, and be hanged to them?"
"My friend Oxenham," answered he, in the senten-
tious and measured style of the day, "I have always
held, as you should know by this, that Mr. Drake's
booty, as well as my good friend Captain Hawkins's,
is lawful prize, as being taken from the Spaniard, who
is not only 'hostis human generis,' but has no right
to the same, having robbed it violently, by torture and
extreme iniquity, from the poor Indian, whom God
avenge, as He surely will."
"Amen," said Mrs. Leigh.
"I say Amen too," quoth Oxenham, "especially if
it please Him to avenge them by English hands."
"And I also," went on Sir Richard; for the right-
ful owners of the said goods being either miserably
dead, or incapable by reason of their servitude of ever
recovering any share thereof; the treasure, falsely called
Spanish, cannot be better bestowed than in building
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Reformed Churches throughout the world, and the
liberties of all nations, against a tyranny more foul
and rapacious than that of Nero or Caligula; which if
it be not the cause of God, I, for one, know not what
God's cause is !" And as he warmed in his speech,
his eyes flashed very fire.
Hark now !" said Oxenham, who can speak more
boldly than he and yet he will not help this lad to
so noble an adventure."
"You have asked his father and mother; what is
their answer "
"Mine is this," said Mr. Leigh; "if it be God's
will that my boy should become hereafter such a
mariner as Sir Richard Grenvil, let him go, and God
be with him; but let him first bide here at home and
be trained, if God give me grace, to become such a
gentleman as Sir Richard Grenvil."
Sir Richard bowed low, and Mrs. Leigh catching
up the last word-
"There, Mr. Oxenham, you cannot gainsay that,
unless you will be discourteous to his worship. And
for me-though it be a weak woman's reason, yet it
is a mother's: he is my only child. His elder brother
is far away. God only knows whether I shall see him
again; and what are all reports of his virtues and his
learning to me, compared to that sweet presence which
I daily miss Ah! MIr. Oxenham, my beautiful
Joseph is gone; and though he be lord of Pharaoh's
household, yet he is far away in Egypt; and you will
take Benjamin also! Ah! Mr. Oxenham, you have
no child, or you would not ask for mine !"
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"And how do you know that, my sweet Madam?"
said the adventurer, turning first deadly pale, and then
glowing red. Her last words had touched him to the
quick in some unexpected place; and rising, he court-
eously laid her hand to his lips, and said-" I say no
more. Farewell, sweet Madam, and God send all men
such wives as you."
"And all wives," said she, smiling, such husbands
as mine."
"Nay, I will not say that," answered he, with a
half sneer-and then, "Farewell, friend Leigh, Fare-
well, gallant Dick Grenvil. God send I see thee Lord
High Admiral when I come home. And yet, why
should I come home ? Will you pray for poor Jack,
gentle "
Tut, tut, man! good words," said Leigh; "let us
drink to our merry meeting before you go." And
rising, and putting the tankard of malmsey to his lips,
he passed it to Sir Richard, who rose, and saying,
" To the fortune of a bold mariner and a gallant gentle-
man," drank, and put the cup into Oxenham's hand.
The adventurer's face was flushed, and his eye wild.
Whether from the liquor he had drunk during the
day, or whether from Mrs. Leigh's last speech, he had
not been himself for a few minutes. He lifted the
cup, and was in act to pledge them, when he suddenly
dropped it on the table, and pointed, staring and
trembling, up and down, and round the room, as if
following some fluttering object.
"There! Do you see it? The bird!-the bird
with the white breast!"


















































































"There Do you see it ? The bird !-the bird with the white breast "-

Chap. i. p. 22.


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Each looked at the other; but Leigh, who was a
quick-witted man, and an old courtier, forced a laugh
instantly, and cried-
"Nonsense, brave Jack Oxenham! Leave white
birds for men who will show the white feather. Mrs.
Leigh waits to pledge you."
Oxenham recovered himself in a moment, pledged
them all round, drinking deep and fiercely; and after
hearty farewells, departed, never hinting again at his
strange exclamation.
After he was gone, and while Leigh was attending
him to the door, Mrs. Leigh and Grenvil kept a few
minutes' dead silence. At last-
"God help him said she.
"Amen," said Grenvil, "for he never needed it
more. But, indeed, Madam, I put no faith in such
omens."
"But, Sir Richard, that bird has been seen for
generations before the death of any of his family. I
know those who were at South Tawton when his
mother died, and his brother also; and they both saw
it. God help him! for, after all, he is a proper man."
"So many a lady has thought before now, Mrs.
Leigh, and well for him if they had not. But, indeed,
I make no account of omens. When God is ready for
each man, then he must go; and when can he go
better ?"
"But," said Mr. Leigh, who entered, "I have seen,
and especially when I was in Italy, omens and pro-
phecies before now beget their own fulfilment, by
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headlong upon that very ruin which, as they fancied,
was running upon them."
"And which," said Sir Richard, "they might have
avoided, if, instead of trusting in I know not what
dumb and dark destiny, they had trusted in the living
God, by faith in whom men may remove mountains,
and quench the fire, and put to flight the armies of
the alien. I, too, know, and know not how I know,
that I shall never die in my bed."
"God forfend !" cried Mrs. Leigh.
"And why, fair Madam, if I die doing my duty to
my God and my queen ? The thought never moves
me: nay, to tell the truth, I pray often enough that I
may be spared the miseries of imbecile old age, and
that end which the old Northmen rightly called 'a
cow's death' rather than a man's. But enough of
this. Mr. Leigh, you have done wisely to-night.
Poor Oxenham does not go on his voyage with a
single eye. I have talked about him with Drake and
Hawkins; and I guess why Mrs. Leigh touched him
so home when she told him that he had no child."
"Has he one, then, in the West Indies 1" cried the
good lady.
"God knows; and God grant we may not hear of
shame and sorrow fallen upon an ancient and honour-
able house of Devon. My brother Stukely is woe
enough to North Devon for this generation."
"Poor braggadocio!" said Mr. Leigh; "and yet
not altogether that too, for he can fight at least."
"So can every mastiff and boar, much more an
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venturous godson, and don't look in such doleful
dumps. I hear you have broken all the sailor boys'
heads already."
"Nearly all," said young Amyas, with due modesty.
"But am I not to go to sea?"
"All things in their time, my boy, and God forbid
that either I or your worthy parents should keep you
from that noble calling which is the safeguard of this
England and her queen. But you do not wish to live
and die the master of a trawler?"
"I should like to be a brave adventurer, like Mr.
Oxenham."
"God grant you become a braver man than he!
for as I think, to be bold against the enemy is common
to the brutes; but the prerogative of a man is to be
bold against himself."
"How, sir?"
"To conquer our own fancies, Amyas, and our
own lusts, and our ambition, in the sacred name of
duty; this it is to be truly brave, and truly strong;
for he who cannot rule himself, how can he rule his
crew or his fortunes? Come, now, I will make you
a promise. If you will bide quietly at home, and
learn from your father and mother all which befits a
gentleman and a Christian, as well as a seaman, the
day shall come when you shall sail with Richard
Grenvil himself, or with better men than he, on a
nobler errand than gold-hunting on the Spanish Main."
"0 my boy, my boy!" said Mrs. Leigh, "hear
what the good Sir Richard promises you. Many an
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"And many an earl's son will be glad to be in his
place a score years hence, if he will but learn what I
know you two can teach him. And now, Amyas, my
lad, I will tell you for a warning the history of that Sir
Thomas Stukely of whom I spoke just now, and who
was, as all men know, a gallant and courtly knight,
of an ancient and worshipful family in Ilfracombe,
well practised in the wars, and well beloved at first
by our incomparable queen, the friend of all true
virtue, as I trust she will be of yours some day; who
wanted but one step to greatness, and that was this,
that, in his hurry to rule all the world, he forgot to
rule himself. And first, he wasted his estate in show
and luxury, always intending to be famous, and de-
stroying his own fame all the while by his vainglory
and haste. Then, to retrieve his losses, he hit upon
the peopling of Florida, which thou and I will see
done some day, by God's blessing; for I and some
good friends of mine have an errand there as well as
he. But he did not go about it as a loyal man, to
advance the honour of his queen, but his own honour
only, dreaming that he, too, should be a king; and
was not ashamed to tell her majesty, that he had
rather be sovereign of a molehill than the highest
subject of an emperor."
"They say," said Mr. Leigh, "that he told her
plainly he should be a prince before he died, and that
she gave him one of her pretty quips in return."
"I don't know that her majesty had the best of it.
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hoped she should hear from him in his new princi-
pality, 'Yes, sooth,' says he, graciously enough. 'And
in what style?' asks she. 'To our dear sister,' says
Stukely: to which her clemency had nothing to reply,
but turned away, as Mr. Burleigh told me, laughing."
"Alas for him !" said gentle Mrs. Leigh. "Such
self-conceit-and Heaven knows we have the root of
it in ourselves also-is the very daughter of self-will,
and of that loud crying out about I, and me, and mine,
which is the very bird-call for all devils, and the broad
road which leads to death."
"It will lead him to his," said Sir Richard; "God
grant it be not upon Tower-hill! for since that Florida
plot, and after that his hopes of Irish preferment came
to nought, he who could not help himself by fair means
has taken to foul ones, and gone over to Italy to the
Pope, whose infallibility has not been proof against
Stukely's wit; for he was soon his Holiness's closet
counsellor, and, they say, his bosom friend; and made
him give credit to his boasts that, with three thousand
soldiers he would beat the English out of Ireland, and
make the Pope's son king of it."
"Ay, but," said Mr. Leigh, "I suppose the Italians
have the same fetch now as they had when I was
there, to explain such ugly cases; namely, that the
Pope is infallible only in doctrine, and quoad Pope;
while quoad hominem, he is even as others, or indeed,
in general, a deal worse, so that the office, and not the
man, may be glorified thereby. But where is Stukely
now ?"
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and down the Vatican as Baron Ross, Viscount Mur-
rough, Earl Wexford, Marquis Leinster, and a title or
two more, which have cost the Pope little, seeing that
they never were his to give; and plotting, they say,
some hair-brained expedition against Ireland by the
help of the Spanish king, which must end in nothing
but his shame and ruin. And now, my sweet hosts,
I must call for serving-boy and lantern, and home to
my bed in Bideford."
And so Amyas Leigh went back to school, and Mr.
Oxenham went his way to Plymouth again, and sailed
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HOW AMIYAS CAME HOME THE FIRST TIME.
Si taceant homines, facient te sidera notum,
Sol nescit comitis immemor esse sui."
Old Epigram on Drake.
FIVE years are past and gone. It is nine of the clock
on a still, bright JNovember morning; but the bells of
Bideford church are still ringing for the daily service
two hours after the usual time; and instead of going
soberly according to wont, cannot help breaking forth
every five minutes into a jocund peal, and tumbling
head over heels in ecstasies of joy. Bideford streets
are a very flower garden of all the colours, swarming
with seamen and burghers, and burghers' wives and
daughters, all in their holiday attire. Garlands are
hung across the streets, and tapestries from every
window. The ships in the pool are dressed in all
their flags, and give tumultuous vent to their feelings
by peals of ordnance of every size. Every stable is
crammed with horses; and Sir Richard Grenvil's house
is like a very tavern, with eating and drinking, and
unsaddling, and running to and fro of grooms and
serving-men. Along the little churchyard, packed full
with women, streams all the gentle blood of North
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of the days when the gentry of England were by due
right the leaders of the people, by personal prowess
and beauty, as well as by intellect and education. And
first, there is my lady Countess of Bath, whom Sir
Richard Grenvil is escorting, cap in hand (for her good
Earl Bourchier is in London with- the queen); and
there are Bassets from beautiful Umberleigh, and
Carys from more beautiful Clovelly, and Fortescues
of Wear, and Fortescues of Buckland, and Fortescues
from all quarters, and Coles from Slade, and Stukelys
from Affton, and St. Legers from Annery, and Coffins
from Portledge, and even Coplestones from Eggesford,
thirty miles away: and last, but not least (for almost
all stop to give them place), Sir John Chichester of
Ralegh, followed in single file, after the good old
patriarchial fashion, by his eight daughters, and three
of his five famous sons (one, to avenge his murdered
brother, is fighting valiantly in Ireland, hereafter to
rule there wisely also, as Lord-Deputy and Baron of
Belfast); and he meets at the gate his cousin of
Arlington, and behind him a train of four daughters
and nineteen sons, the last of whom has not yet passed
the Town-hall, while the first is at the Lychgate, who,
laughing, make way for the elder though shorter branch
of that most fruitful tree; and so on into the church,
where all are placed according to their degrees, or at
least as near as may be, not without a few sour looks,
and shovings, and whisperings, from one high-born
matron and another; till the churchwardens and sides-
men, who never had before so goodly a company to
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frantic, and end by imploring abjectly the help of the
great Sir Richard himself to tell them who everybody
is, and which is the elder branch, and which is the
younger, and who carries eight quarterings in their
arms, and who only four, and so prevent their setting
at deadly feud half the fine ladies of North Devon;
for the old men are all safe packed away in the cor-
poration pews, and the young ones care only to get a
place whence they may eye the ladies. And at last
there is a silence, and a looking toward the door, and
then distant music, flutes and hautboys, drums and
trumpets, which come braying, and screaming, and
thundering merrily up to the very church doors, and
then cease; and the churchwardens and sidesmen
bustle down to the entrance, rods in hand, and there
is a general whisper and rustle, not without glad tears
and blessings from many a woman, and from some
men also, as the wonder of the day enters, and the
rector begins, not the morning service, but the good
old thanksgiving after a victory at sea.
And what is it which has thus sent old Bideford
wild with that "godly joy and pious mirth," of which
we now only retain traditions in our translation of
the psalms? Why are all eyes fixed, with greedy
admiration, on those four weather-beaten mariners,
decked out with knots and ribbons by loving hands;
and yet more on that gigantic figure who walks before
them, a beardless boy, and yet with the frame and
stature of a Hercules, towering, like Saul of old, a
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And why, as the five go instinctively up to the altar,
and there fall on their knees before the rails, are all
eyes turned to the pew, where Mrs. Leigh of Burrough
has hid her face between her hands, and her hood
rustles and shakes to her joyful sobs? Because there
was fellow-feeling of old in merry England, in county
and in town; and these are Devon men, and men of
Bideford, whose names are Amyas Leigh of Burrough,
John Staveley, Michael Heard, and Jonas Marshall of
Bideford, and Thomas Braund of Clovelly: and they,
the first of all English mariners, have sailed round
the world with Francis Drake, and are come hither to
give God thanks.
It is a long story. To explain how it happened
we must go back for a page or two, almost to the
point from whence we started in the last Chapter.
For somewhat more than a twelvemonth after Mr.
Oxenham's departure, young Amyas had gone on
quietly enough, according to promise, with the excep-
tion of certain occasional outbursts of fierceness com-
mon to all young male animals, and especially to
boys of any strength of character. His scholarship,
indeed, progressed no better than before; but his
home education went on healthily enough; and he
was fast becoming, young as he was, a right good
archer, and rider, and swordsman (after the old school
of buckler practice) when, his father, having gone
down on business to the Exeter Assizes, caught (as
was too common in those days) the gaol-fever from
the prisoners; sickened in the very court; and died
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And now Mrs. Leigh was left to God and her own
soul, with this young lion-cub in leash, to tame and
train for this life and the life to come. She had loved
her husband fervently and holily. He had been often
peevish, often melancholy; for he was a disappointed
man, with an estate impoverished by his father's folly,
and his own youthful ambition, which had led him
up to Court, and made him waste his heart and his
purse in following a vain shadow. He was one of
those men, moreover, who possess almost every gift
except the gift of the power to use them; and though
a scholar, a courtier, and a soldier, he had found him-
self, when he was past forty, without settled employ-
ment or aim in life, by reason of a certain shyness,
pride, or delicate honour (call it which you will),
which had always kept him from playing a winning
game in that very world after whose prizes he hankered
to the last, and on which he revenged himself by con-
tinual grumbling. At last, by his good luck, he met
with a fair young Miss Foljambe, of Derbyshire, then
about Queen Elizabeth's court, who was as tired as he
of the sins of the world, though she had seen less of
them; and the two contrived to please each other so
well, that though the queen grumbled a little, as usual,
at the lady for marrying, and at the gentleman for
adoring any one but her royal self, they got leave to
vanish from the little Babylon at Whitehall, and
settle in peace at Burrough. In her he found a
treasure, and he knew what he had found.
Mrs. Leigh was, and had been from her youth, one
of those noble old English churchwomen, without
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superstition, and without severity, who are among the
fairest features of that heroic time. There was a
certain melancholy about her, nevertheless; for the
recollections of her childhood carried her back to
times when it was an awful thing to be a Protestant.
She could remember among them, five-and-twenty
years ago, the burning of poor blind Joan Waste, at
Derby, and of Mistress Joyce Lewis, too, like herself,
a lady born; and sometimes even now, in her nightly
dreams, rang in her ears her mother's bitter cries to
God, either to spare her that fiery torment, or to give
her strength to bear it, as she whom she loved had
borne it before her. For her mother, who was of a
good family in Yorkshire, had been one of Queen
Catherine's bed-chamber women, and the bosom friend
and disciple of Anne Askew. And she had sat in
Smithfield, with blood curdled by horror, to see the
hapless court beauty, a month before the paragon of
Henry's court, carried in a chair (so crippled was she
by the rack) to her fiery doom at the stake, beside
her fellow-courtier, Mr. Lascelles, while the very
heavens seemed to the shuddering mob around to
speak their wrath and grief in solemn thunder peals,
and heavy drops which hissed upon the crackling pile.
Therefore a sadness hung upon her all her life, and
deepened in the days of Queen Mary, when, as a
notorious Protestant and heretic she had had to hide
for her life among the hills and caverns of the Peak,
and was only saved by the love which her husband's
tenants bore her, and by his bold declaration that,
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body any constable, justice, or priest, yea, bishop or
cardinal, who dared to serve the Queen's warrant upon
his wife.
So she escaped: but, as I said, a sadness hung upon
her all her life; and the skirt of that dark mantle fell
upon the young girl who had been the partner of her
wanderings and hidings among the lonely hills; and
who, after she was married, gave herself utterly up to
God.
And yet in giving herself to God, Mrs. Leigh gave
herself to her husband, her children, and the poor of
Northam town, and was none the less welcome to the
Grenviles, and Fortescues, and Chichesters, and all the
gentle families round, who honoured her husband's
talents, and enjoyed his wit. She accustomed herself
to austerities, which often called forth the kindly re-
bukes of her husband; and yet she did so without one
superstitious thought of appeasing the fancied wrath
of God, or of giving him pleasure (base thought) by
any pain of hers; for her spirit had been trained in
the freest and loftiest doctrines of Luther's school;
and that little mystic "Alt-Deutsch Theologie" (to
which the great Reformer said that he owed more
than to any book, save the Bible, and St. Augustine)
was her counsellor and comforter by day and night.
And now, at little past forty, she was left a
widow; lovely still in face and figure; and still more
lovely from the divine calm which brooded, like the
dove of peace and the Holy Spirit of God (which in-
deed it was), over every look, and word, and gesture;
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as by sunshine; which this world had not given, and
could not take away. No wonder that Sir Richard
and Lady Grenvile loved her; no wonder that her
children worshipped her; no wonder that the young
Amyas, when the first burst of grief was over, and he
knew again where he stood, felt that a new life had
begun for him; that his mother was no more to think
and act for him only, but that he must think and act
for his mother. And so it was, that on the very day
after his father's funeral, when school-hours were over,
instead of coming straight home, he walked boldly
into Sir Richard Grenvile's house, and asked to see his
godfather.
"You must be my father now, sir," said he firmly.
And Sir Richard looked at the boy's broad strong
face, and swore a great and holy oath, like Glasgerion's,
"by oak, and ash, and thorn," that he would be a
father to him, and a brother to his mother, for Christ's
sake. And Lady Grenvile took the boy by the hand,
and walked home with him to Burrough; and there
the two fair women fell on each other's necks, and wept
together; the one for the loss which had been, the
other, as by a prophetic instinct, for the like loss which
was to come to her also. For the sweet St. Leger
knew well that her husband's fiery spirit would never
leave his body on a peaceful bed; but that death (as
he prayed almost nightly that it might) would find
him sword in hand, upon the field of duty and of
fame. And there those two vowed everlasting sister-
hood, and kept their vow; and after that all things
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shot, and boxed, and wandered on the quay at Sir
Richard's side; for Mrs. Leigh was too wise a woman
to alter one tittle of the training which her husband
had thought best for his younger boy. It was enough
that her elder son had of his own accord taken to that
form of life in which she in her secret heart would fain
have moulded both her children. For Frank, God's
wedding gift to that pure love of hers, had won him-
self honour at home and abroad; first at the school
at Bideford; then at Exeter College, where he had
become a friend of Sir Philip Sidney's, and many
another young man of rank and promise; and next,
in the summer of 1572, on his way to the University
of Heidelberg, he had gone to Paris, with (luckily for
him) letters of recommendation to Walsingham, at the
English Embassy: by which letters he not only fell in
a second time with Philip Sidney, but saved his own
life (as Sidney did his) in the Massacre of Saint
Bartholomew's Day. At Heidelberg he had stayed
two years, winning fresh honour from all who knew
him, and resisting all Sidney's entreaties to follow him
into Italy. For, scorning to be a burden to his parents,
he had become at Heidelberg tutor to two young
German princes, whom, after living with them at their
father's house for a year or more, he at last, to his
own great delight, took with him down to Padua, "to
perfect them," as he wrote home, "according to his
insufficiency, in all princely studies." Sidney was now
returned to England; but Frank found friends enough
without him, such letters of recommendation and
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princes, magnificoes, and learned doctors, who had fallen
in love with the learning, modesty, and virtue, of the
fair young Englishman. And ere Frank returned to
Germany, he had satiated his soul with all the wonders
of that wondrous land. He had talked over the art
of sonnetering with Tasso, the art of history with
Sarpi; he had listened between awe and incredulity
to the daring theories of Galileo; he had taken his
pupils to Venice, that their portraits might be painted
by Paulo Veronese; he had seen the palaces of
Palladio, and the Merchant Princes on the Rialto, and
the Argosies of Ragusa, and all the wonders of that
meeting-point of east and west; he had watched Tin-
toretto's mighty hand "hurling tempestuous glories
o'er the scene ;" and even, by dint of private interces-
sion in high places, had been admitted to that sacred
room, where, with long silver beard and undimmed
eye, amid a pantheon of his own creations, the ancient
Titian, patriarch of art, still lingered upon earth,' and
told old tales of the Bellinis, and Raffaelle, and Michael
Angelo, and the building of St. Peter's, and the fire at
Venice, and the Sack of Rome, and of kings and
warriors, statesmen and poets, long since gone to their
account, and showed the sacred brush which Francis
the First had stooped to pick up for him. And
(licence forbidden to Sidney by his friend Languet) he
had been to Rome, and seen (much to the scandal of
good Protestants at home) that "right good fellow,"
as Sidney calls him, who had not yet eaten himself to
death, the Pope for the time being. And he had
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preside as chapel-master over the performance of his
own music beneath the dome of St. Peter's, and fallen
half in love with those luscious strains, till he was
awakened from his dream by the recollection that
beneath that same dome had gone up thanksgivings
to the God of heaven, for those blood-stained streets,
and shrieking women, and heaps of insulted corpses,
which he had beheld in Paris on the night of St.
Bartholomew. At last, a few months before his father
died, he had taken back his pupils to their home in
Germany, from whence he was dismissed, as he wrote,
with rich gifts; and then Mrs. Leigh's heart beat high,
at the thought that the wanderer would return: but,
alas within a month after his father's death, came a
long letter from Frank, describing the Alps, and the
valleys of the Waldenses (with whose Barbes he had
had much talk about the late horrible persecutions), and
setting forth how at Padua he had made the acquaint-
ance of that illustrious scholar and light of the age,
Stephanus Parmenius (commonly called from his native
place, Budsus), who had visited Geneva with him, and
heard the disputations of their most learned doctors,
which both he and Budsus disliked for their hard
judgments both of God and man, as much as they
admired them for their subtlety, being themselves, as
became Italian students, Platonists of the school of
Ficinus and Picus Mirandolensis. So wrote Master
Frank, in a long sententious letter, full of Latin quota-
tions : but the letter never reached the eyes of him for
whose delight it had been penned : and the widow had
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ever at the conclusion, in which, with many excuses,
Frank said that he had, at the special entreaty of the
said Budseus, set out with him down the Danube
stream to Buda, that he might, before finishing his
travels, make experience of that learning for which
the Hungarians were famous throughout Europe.
And after that, though he wrote again and again to
the father whom he fancied living, no letter in return
reached him from home for nearly two years; till,
fearing some mishap, he hurried back to England, to
find his mother a widow, and his brother Amyas gone
to the South Seas with Captain Drake of Plymouth.
And yet, even then, after years of absence, he was
not allowed to remain at home. For Sir Richard, to
whom idleness was a thing horrible and unrighteous,
would have him up and doing again before six months
were over, and sent him off to Court to Lord Hunsdon.
There, being as delicately beautiful as his brother
was huge and strong, he had speedily, by Carew's
interest and that of Sidney and his Uncle Leicester,
found entrance into some office in the Queen's house-
hold; and he was now basking in the full sunshine of
Court favour, and fair ladies' eyes, and all the chival-
ries and Euphuisms of Gloriana's fairy land, and the
fast friendship of that bright meteor, Sidney, who
had returned with honour in 1577, from the delicate
mission on behalf of the German and Belgian Pro-
testants, on which he had been sent to the Court of
Vienna, under colour of condoling with the new Em-
peror Rodolph, on his father's death. Frank found
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and loving as ever; and at the early age of twenty-
five, acknowledged as one of the most remarkable
men of Europe, the patron of all men of letters, the
counsellor of warriors and statesmen, and the con-
fidant and advocate of William of Orange, Languet,
Plessis du Mornay, and all the Protestant leaders on
the Continent; and found, moreover, that the son of
the poor Devon squire was as welcome as ever to the
friendship of nature's and fortune's most favoured,
yet most unspoilt, minion.
Poor Mrs. Leigh, as one who had long since learned
to have no self, and to live not only for her children,
but in them, submitted without a murmur, and only
said smiling to her stern friend- "You took away
my mastiff-pup, and now you must needs have my
fair greyhound also."
"Would you have your fair greyhound, dear lady,
grow up a tall and true Cotswold dog, that can pull
down a stack of ten, or one of those smooth-skinned
poppets which the Florence ladies lead about with a
ring of bells round its neck, and a flannel farthingale
over its loins ?"
Mrs. Leigh submitted; and was rewarded after a
few months by a letter sent through Sir Richard,
from none other than Gloriana herself, in which she
thanked her for "the loan of that most' delicate and
flawless crystal, the soul of her excellent son," with
more praises of him than I have room to insert, and
finished by exalting the poor mother above the famed
Cornelia; "for those sons, whom she called her
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but you, madam, having two as precious, I doubt not,
as were ever that Roman dame's, have, beyond her
courage, lent them both to your country and to your
queen, who therein holds herself indebted to you for
that which, if God give her grace, she will repay as
becomes both her and you." Which epistle the sweet
mother bedewed with holy tears, and laid by in the
cedar-box which held her household gods, by the side
of Frank's innumerable diplomas and letters of re-
commendation, the Latin whereof she was always
spelling over (although she understood not a word of
it), in hopes of finding here and there that precious
excellentissimus Noster Franciscus Leighius Anglus, which
was all in all to the mother's heart.
But why did Amyas go to the South Seas 7 Amyas
went to the South Seas for two causes, each of which
has before now sent many a lad to far worse places:
first, because of an old schoolmaster; secondly, be-
cause of a young beauty. I will take them in order,
and explain.
Vindex Brimblecombe, whilom servitor of Exeter
College, Oxford (commonly called Sir Vindex, after
the fashion of the times), was, in those days, master
of the grammar-school of Bideford. He was, at root,
a godly and kind-hearted pedant enough: but, like
most schoolmasters in the old flogging days, had his
heart pretty well hardened by long baneful licence to
inflict pain at will on those weaker than himself; a
power healthful enough for the victim (for doubtless
flogging is the best of all punishments, being not only
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not, like most of our new-fangled "humane punish-
ments, a spiritual and fiendish torture), but for the
executioner pretty certain to eradicate from all but
the noblest spirits every trace of chivalry and tender-
ness for the weak, as well, often, as all self-control
and command of temper. Be that as it may, old Sir
Vindex had heart enough to feel that it was now his
duty to take especial care of the fatherless boy to
whom he tried to teach his qui, qute, quod: but the
only outcome of that new sense of responsibility was
a rapid increase in the number of floggings, which
rose from about two a week, to one per diem, not
without consequences to the pedagogue himself.
For all this while, Amyas had never for a moment
lost sight of his darling desire for a sea life; and
when he could not wander on the quay and stare at
the shipping, or go down to the pebble-ridge at
Northam, and there sit devouring with hungry eyes
the great expanse of ocean, which seemed to woo him
outward into boundless space, he used to console
himself in school hours by drawing ships and imagin-
ary charts upon his slate, instead of minding his
"humanities."
Now it befel upon an afternoon, that he was very
busy at a map, or bird's eye view of an island, whereon
was a great castle, and at the gate thereof a dragon,
terrible to see; while in the foreground came that
which was meant for a gallant ship, with a great flag
aloft, but which, by reason of the forest of lances with
which it was crowded, looked much more like a por-
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lances many little round o's, whereby were signified
the heads of Amyas and his schoolfellows, who were
about to slay that dragon, and rescue the beautiful
princess who dwelt in that enchanted tower. To be-
hold which marvel of art, all the other boys at the
same desk must needs club their heads together, and
with the more security, because Sir Vindex, as was
his custom after dinner, was lying back in his chair,
and slept the sleep of the just.
But when Amyas, by special instigation of the evil
spirit who haunts successful artists, proceeded further
to introduce, heedless of perspective, a rock, on which
stood the lively portraiture of Sir Vindex-nose,
spectacles, gown, and all; and in his hand a bran-
dished rod, while out of his mouth a label shrieked
after the runaways, You come back !" while a similar
label replied from the gallant bark, "Good-bye, mas-
ter!" the shoving and tittering rose to such a pitch,
that Cerberus awoke, and demanded sternly what
the noise was about. To which, of course, there was
no answer.
"You, of course, Leigh Come up, sir, and show
me your exercitation."
Now of Amyas's exercitation not a word was
written; and, moreover, he was in the very article of
putting the last touches to Mr. Brimblecombe's por-
trait. Whereon, to the astonishment of all hearers,
he made answer-
"All in good time, sir !" and went on drawing.
"In good time, sir Insolent, veni et zapula/"
But Amyas went on drawing.










-- I'
I I.


That slate descended on the bald coxcomb of Sir Vindex Brimblecombe.-
Chap. ii. p. 45.


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"Come hither, sirrah, or I'll flay you alive !"
"Wait a bit !" answered Amyas.
The old gentleman jumped up, ferula in hand, and
darted across the school, and saw himself upon the
fatal slate.
"Prohflagitium what have we here, villain?" and
clutching at his victim, he raised the cane. Where-
upon, with a serene and cheerful countenance, up rose
the mighty form of Amyas Leigh, a head and shoulders
above his tormentor, and that slate descended on the
bald coxcomb of Sir Vindex Brimblecombe, with so
shrewd a blow, that slate and pate cracked at the
same instant, and the poor pedagogue dropped to the
floor, and lay for dead.
After which Amyas arose, and walked out of the
school, and so quietly home; and having taken counsel
with himself, went to his mother, and said, "Please,
mother, I've broken schoolmaster's head."
Broken his head, thou wicked boy !" shrieked the
poor widow; "what didst do that for?"
"I can't tell," said Amyas, penitently; "I couldn't
help it. It looked so smooth, and bald, and round,
and-you know ?"
"I know ? Oh, wicked boy! thou hast given place
to the devil; and now, perhaps, thou hast killed him."
"Killed the devil?" asked Amyas, hopefully, but
doubtfully.
"No, killed the schoolmaster, sirrah! Is he dead?"
"I don't think he's dead; his coxcomb sounded
too hard for that. But had not I better go and tell
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The poor mother could hardly help laughing, in
spite of her terror, at Amyas's perfect coolness (which
was not in the least meant for insolence), and being
at her wits' end, sent him as usual to his godfather.
Amyas rehearsed his story again, with pretty nearly
the same exclamations, to which he gave pretty nearly
the same answers; and then-
"What was he going to do to you, then, sirrah?"
"Flog me, because I could not write my exercise,
and so drew a picture of him instead."
"What! art afraid of being flogged ?"
"Not a bit; besides, I'm too much accustomed to
it; but I was busy, and he was in such a desperate
hurry; and, oh, sir, if you had but seen his bald head,
you would have broken it yourself!"
Now Sir Richard had, twenty years ago, in like
place, and very much in like manner, broken the head
of Vindex Brimblecombe's father, schoolmaster in his
day; and therefore had a precedent to direct him;
and he answered,
Amyas, sirrah those who cannot obey, will never
be fit to rule. If thou canst not keep discipline now,
thou wilt never make a company or a crew keep it
when thou art grown. Dost mind that, sirrah?"
"Yes," said Amyas.
"Then go back to school this moment, sir, and be
flogged."
"Very well," said Amyas, considering that he had
got off very cheaply; while Sir Richard, as soon as he
was out of the room, lay back in his chair, and laughed
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So Amyas went back, and said that he was come
to be flogged; whereon the old schoolmaster, whose
pate had been plastered meanwhile, wept tears of joy
over the returning prodigal, and then gave him such
a switching as he did not forget for eight-and-forty
hours.
But that evening Sir Richard sent for old Vindex,
who entered, trembling, cap in hand; and having
primed him with a cup of sack, said,-
"Well, Mr. Schoolmaster! My godson has been
somewhat too much for you to-day. There are a
couple of nobles to pay the doctor."
0 Sir Richard, gratis tibi et Domino but the boy
hits shrewdly hard. Nevertheless I have repaid him
in inverse kind, and set him an imposition, to learn
me one of Phedrus his fables, Sir Richard, if you do
not think it too much."
"Which then? The one about the man who
brought up a lion's cub, and was eaten by him in play
at last?"
"Ah, Sir Richard! you have always a merry wit.
But, indeed, the boy is a brave boy, and a quick boy,
Sir Richard, but more forgetful than Lethe; and-
sapienti loquor-it were well if he were away, for I
shall never see him again without my head aching.
Moreover, he put my son Jack upon the fire last
Wednesday, as you would put a football, though he is
a year older, your Worship, because, he said, he looked
so like a roasting pig, Sir Richard."
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bellicosus, gladiator, a fire-eater and swash-buckler, be-
yond all Christian measure; a very sucking Entellus,
Sir Richard, and will do to death some of her majesty's
lieges ere long, if he be not wisely curbed. It was
but a month agone that he bemoaned himself, I hear,
as Alexander did, because there were no more worlds
to conquer, saying that it was a pity he was so strong,
for now he had thrashed all the Bideford lads, he had
no sport left; and so, as my Jack tells me, last Tues-
day week he fell upon a young man of Barnstaple, Sir
Richard, a hosier's man, sir, and plebeius (which I
consider unfit for one of his blood), and, moreover, a
man full grown, and as big as either of us (Vindex
stood five feet four in his high-heeled shoes), and
smote him clean over the quay into the mud, because
he said that there was a prettier maid in Barnstaple
(your Worship will forgive my speaking of such toys,
to which my fidelity compels me) than ever Bideford
could show; and then offered to do the same to any
man who dare say that Mistress Rose Salterne, his
Worship the Mayor's daughter, was not the fairest
lass in all Devon."
"Eh? Say that over again, my good sir," quoth
Sir Richard, who had thus arrived, as we have seen,
at the second count of the indictment. I say,
good sir, whence dost thou hear all these pretty
stories "
"My son Jack, Sir Richard, my son Jack, ingenui
vultus puer.'
"But not, it seems, ingenui pudoris. Tell thee
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put on the fire, if thou employ him as a tale-bearer.
But that is the way of all pedagogues and their sons,
by which they train the lads up eaves-droppers and
favour-curriers, and prepare them,-sirrah, do you
hear --for a much more lasting and hotter fire than
that which has scorched thy son Jack's nether-tackle.
Do you mark me, sir ?"
The poor pedagogue, thus cunningly caught in his
own trap, stood trembling before his patron, who, as
hereditary head of the Bridge-trust, which endowed
the school and the rest of the Bideford charities,
could, by a turn of his finger, sweep him forth with
the besom of destruction; and he gasped with terror
as Sir Richard went on-
"Therefore, mind you, Sir Schoolmaster, unless
you shall promise me never to hint word of what has
passed between us two, and that neither you nor yours
shall henceforth carry tales of my godson, or speak
his name within a day's march of Mistress Salterne's,
look to it, if I do not- "
What was to be done in default was not spoken;
for down went poor old Vindex on his knees:-
"Oh, Sir Richard! Excellentissime, immb precel-
sissime Domine et Senator, I promise! 0 sir, Miles et
Eques of the Garter, Bath, and Golden Fleece, consider
your dignities, and my old age-and my great family
-nine children-oh, Sir Richard, and eight of them
girls !-Do eagles war with mice ? says the ancient!"
"Thy large family, eh ? How old is that fat-witted
son of thine ?"
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Sixteen, Sir Richard; but that is not his fault,
indeed !"
Nay, I suppose he would be still sucking his thumb
if he dared-get up, man-get up and seat yourself."
"Heaven forbid !" murmured poor Vindex, with
deep humility.
Why is not the rogue at Oxford, with a murrain
on him, instead of lurching about here carrying tales,
and ogling the maidens "
"I had hoped, Sir Richard-and therefore I said
it was not his fault-but there was never a servitor-
ship at Exter open."
"Go to, man-go to I will speak to my brethren
of the trust, and to Oxford he shall go this autumn,
or else to Exeter gaol, for a strong rogue, and a
masterless man. Do you hear?"
"Hear --oh, sir, yes! and return thanks. Jack
shall go, Sir Richard, doubt it not-I were, mad else;
and, Sir Richard, may I go too ?"
And therewith Vindex vanished, and Sir Richard
enjoyed a second mighty laugh, which brought in
Lady Grenvile, who possibly had overheard the
whole; for the first words she said were-
"I think, my sweet life, we had better go up to
Burrough."
So to Burrough they went; and after much talk,
and many tears, matters were so concluded that Amyas
Leigh found himself riding joyfully towards Plymouth,
by the side of Sir Richard, and being handed over to
Captain Drake, vanished for three years from the
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And now he is returned in triumph, and the
observed of all observers; and looks round and
round, and sees all faces whom he expects, except
one; and that the one which he had rather see
than his mother's ? He is not quite sure. Shame on
himself !
And now the prayers being ended, the Rector
ascends the pulpit, and begins his sermon on the
text: -
"The heaven and the heaven of heavens are the
Lord's; the whole earth hath he given to the children
of men;" deducing therefrom craftily, to the exceeding
pleasure of his hearers, the iniquity of the Spaniards
in dispossessing the Indians, and in arrogating to
themselves the sovereignty of the tropic seas; the
vanity of the Pope of Rome in pretending to bestow
on them the new countries of America; and the
justice, valour, and glory of Mr. Drake and his expedi-
tion, as testified by God's miraculous protection of him
and his, both in the Straits of Magellan, and in his
battle with the Galleon; and last, but not least, upon
the rock by Celebes, when the Pelican lay for hours
firmly fixed, and was floated off unhurt, as it were by
miracle, by a sudden shift of wind.
Ay, smile, reader, if you will; and, perhaps, there
was matter for a smile in that honest sermon, inter-
larded, as it was, with scraps of Greek and Hebrew,
which no one understood, but every one expected as
their right (for a preacher was nothing then who
could not prove himself "a good Latiner"); and
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lengthy refutation from Scripture of Dan Horace's
cockney horror of the sea-
Illi robur et es triplex," etc.
and his infidel and ungodly slander against the
"impias rates," and their crews.
Smile, if you will: but those were days (and there
were never less superstitious ones) in which English-
men believed in the living God, and were not ashamed
to acknowledge, as a matter of course, His help and
providence, and calling, in the matters of daily life,
which we now in our covert Atheism term "secular
and carnal;" and when, the sermon ended, the
Communion Service had begun, and the bread and
the wine were given to those five mariners, every
gallant gentleman who stood near them (for the press
would not allow of more), knelt and received the
elements with them as a thing of course, and then
rose to join with heart and voice not merely in the
Gloria in Excelsis, but in the Te Deum, which was the
closing act of all. And no sooner had the clerk given
out the first verse of that great hymn, than it was
taken up by five hundred voices within the church,
in bass and tenor, treble and alto (for every one
could sing in those days, and the west country folk,
as now, were fuller than any of music), the chaunt
was caught up by the crowd outside, and rang away
over roof and river, up to the woods of Annery, and
down to the marshes of the Taw, in wave on wave of
harmony. And as it died away, the shipping in the
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Sir Richard Grenvile, and Sir John Chichester, and
Mr. Salterne, the Mayor, led the five heroes of the
day to await the pageant which had been prepared in
honour of them. And as they went by, there were
few in the crowd who did not press forward to shake
them by the hand, and not only them, but their
parents and kinsfolk who walked behind, till Mrs.
Leigh, her stately joy quite broken down at last, could
only answer between her sobs, Go along, good people
-God a mercy, go along-and God send you all such
sons !"
God give me back mine !" cried an old red-cloaked
dame in the crowd; and then, struck by some hidden
impulse, she sprang forward, and catching hold of
young Amyas's sleeve-
"Kind sir! dear sir For Christ his sake answer
a poor old widow woman !"
What is it, dame ?" quoth Amyas, gently enough.
"Did you see my son to the Indies ?-my son
Salvation ?"
Salvation ?" replied he, with the air of one who
recollected the name.
"Yes, sure, Salvation Yeo, of Clovelly. A tall
man and black, and sweareth awfully in his talk, the
Lord forgive him!"
Amyas recollected now. It was the name of the
sailor who had given him the wondrous horn five
years ago.
"My good dame," said he, "the Indies are a very
large place, and your son may be safe and sound
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one Salvation Yeo. But he must have come with
By the by, godfather, has Mr. Oxenham come home ?"
There was a dead silence for a moment among the
gentlemen round; and then Sir Richard said solemnly,
and in a low voice, turning away from the old dame,-
"Amyas, Mr. Oxenham has not come home; and
from the day he sailed, no word has been heard of
him, and all his crew."
"Oh, Sir Richard and you kept me from sailing
with him! Had I known this before I went into
church, I had had one mercy more to thank God for."
"Thank Him all the more in thy life, my child !"
whispered his mother.
"And no news of him whatsoever ?"
"None; but that the year after he sailed, a ship
belonging to Andrew Barker, of Bristol, took out of a
Spanish caravel, somewhere off the Honduras, his two
brass guns; but whence they came the Spaniard knew
not, having bought them at Nombre de Dios."
"Yes !" cried the old woman; "they brought home
the guns and never brought home my boy !"
"They never saw your boy, mother," said Sir
Richard.
"But I've seen him! I saw him in a dream four
years last Whitsuntide, as plain as I see you now,
gentles, a-lying upon a rock, calling for a drop of water
to cool his tongue, like Dives to the torment! Oh!
dear me !" and the old dame wept bitterly.
"There is a rose noble for you !" said Mrs. Leigh.
"And there another !" said Sir Richard. And in
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But the old dame did but look wonderingly at the
gold a moment, and then-
"Ah dear gentles, God's blessing on you, and Mr.
Cary's mighty good to me already; but gold won't
buy back childer 0 young gentleman young gentle-
man make me a promise; if you want God's blessing
on you this day, bring me back my boy, if you find
him sailing on the seas Bring him back, and an old
widow's blessing be on you!"
Amyas promised-what else could he do ?-and the
group hurried on; but the lad's heart was heavy in
the midst of joy, with the thought of John Oxenham,
as he walked through the churchyard, and down the
short street which led between the ancient school and
still more ancient town-house, to the head of the long
bridge, across which the pageant, having arranged
"east-the-water," was to defile, and then turn to the
right along the quay.
However, he was bound in all courtesy to turn his
attention now to the show which had been prepared
in his honour; and which was really well enough
worth seeing and hearing. The English were, in
those days, an altogether dramatic people; ready and
able, as in Bideford that day, to extemporise a pageant,
a masque, or any effort of the Thespian art short of
the regular drama. For they were, in the first place,
even down to the very poorest, a well-fed people, with
fewer luxuries than we, but more abundant necessaries;
and while beef, ale, and good woollen clothes could be
obtained in plenty, without overworking either body
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thing more intellectual than mere toping in pot-houses.
Moreover, the half century after the Reformation in
England, was one not merely of new intellectual
freedom, but of immense animal good spirits. After
years of dumb confusion and cruel persecution, a
breathing time had come: Mary and the fires of
Smithfield had vanished together like a hideous dream,
and the mighty shout of joy which greeted Elizabeth's
entry into London, was the key-note of fifty glorious
years; the expression of a new-found strength and
freedom, which vented itself at home in drama and
in song; abroad in mighty conquests, achieved with
the laughing recklessness of boys at play.
So first, preceded by the waits, came along the
bridge toward the town-hall, a device prepared by the
good rector, who, standing by, acted as showman, and
explained anxiously to the bystanders the import of a
certain "allegory" wherein on a great banner was
depicted Queen Elizabeth herself, who, in ample ruff
and farthingale, a Bible in one hand and a sword in
the other, stood triumphant upon the necks of two
sufficiently abject personages, whose triple tiara and
imperial crown proclaimed them the Pope and the
King of Spain; while a label, issuing from her royal
mouth, informed the world that-
"By land and sea a virgin queen I reign,
And spurn to dust both Antichrist and Spain."
Which, having been received with due applause, a well-
bedizened lad, having in his cap as a posy "Loyalty,"
stepped forward, and delivered himself of the follow-
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Oh, great Eliza oh, world-famous crew !
Which shall I hail more blest, your queen or you ?
While without other either falls to wrack,
And light must eyes, or eyes their light must lack.
She without you, a diamond sunk in mine,
Its worth unprized, to self alone must shine;
You without her, like hands bereft of head,
Like Ajax rage, by blindfold lust misled.
She light, you eyes ; she head, and you the hands,
In fair proportion knit by heavenly bands;
Servants in queen, and queen in servants blest;
Your only glory, how to serve her best;
And hers how best the adventurous might to guide,
Which knows no check of foemen, wind, or tide,
So fair Eliza's spotless fame may fly
Triumphant round the globe, and shake th' astounded sky "

With which sufficiently bad verses Loyalty passed on,
while my Lady Bath hinted to Sir Richard, not with-
out reason, that the poet, in trying to exalt both
parties, had very sufficiently snubbed both, and inti-
mated, that it was "hardly safe for country wits to
attempt that euphuistic, antithetical, and delicately
conceited vein, whose proper fountain was in White-
hall." However, on went Loyalty, very well pleased
with himself, and next, amid much cheering, two great
tinsel fish, a salmon, and a trout, symbolical of the
wealth of Torridge, waddled along, by means of two
human legs and a staff apiece, which protruded from
the fishes' stomachs. They drew (or seemed to draw,
for half the 'prentices in the town were shoving it
behind, and cheering on the panting monarchs of the
flood) a car wherein sate, amid reeds and river-flags,
three or four pretty girls in robes of grey-blue spangled
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the sweet bog-myrtle, another with hops and white
convolvulus, the third with pale heather and golden
fern. They stopped opposite Amyas; and she of the
myrtle-wreath, rising and bowing, to him and the
company, began with a pretty blush to say her say :
Hither from my moorland home,
Nymph of Torridge, proud I come;
Leaving fen and furzy brake,
Haunt of eft and spotted snake,
Where to fill mine urns I use,
Daily with Atlantic dews;
While beside the reedy flood
Wild duck leads her paddling brood.
For this morn, as Phoebus gay
Chased through heaven the night mist grey,
Close beside me, prankt in pride,
Sister Tamar rose, and cried,
'Sluggard, up 'Tis holiday,
In the lowlands far away.
Hark how jocund Plymouth bells,
Wandering up through mazy dells,
Call me down, with smiles to hail,
My daring Drake's returning sail.'
'Thine alone?' I answered. Nay;
Mine as well the joy to-day.
Heroes train'd on Northern wave,
To that Argo new I gave;
Lent to thee, they roam'd the main;
Give me, nymph, my sons again.'
SGo, they wait Thee,' Tamar cried,
Southward bounding from my side.
Glad I rose, and at my call,
Came my Naiads, one and all.
Nursling of the mountain sky,
Leaving Dian's choir on high,
Down her cataracts laughing loud,
Ockment leapt from crag and cloud,
Leading many a nymph, who dwells
Where wild deer drink in ferny dells;









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While the Oreads as they past
Peep'd from Druid Tors aghast.
By alder copses sliding slow,
Knee-deep in flowers came gentler Yeo,
And paused awhile her locks to twine
With musky hops and white woodbine,
Then joined the silver-footed hand,
Which circled down my golden sand,
By dappled park, and harbour shady,
Haunt of love-lorn knight and lady,
My thrice-renowned sons to greet,
With rustic song and pageant meet.
For joy the girdled robe around
Eliza's name henceforth shall sound,
Whose venturous fleets to conquest start,
Where ended once the seaman's chart,
While circling Sol his steps shall count
Henceforth from Thule's western mount,
And lead new rulers round the seas
From furthest Cassiterides.
For found is now the golden tree,
Solv'd th' Atlantic mystery,
Pluck'd the dragon-guarded fruit;
While around the charmed root,
Wailing loud, the Hesperids
Watch their warder's drooping lids.
Low he lies with grisly wound,
While the sorceress triple-crown'd
In her scarlet robe doth shield him,
Till her cunning spells have heal'd him.
Ye, meanwhile, around the earth
Bear the prize of manful worth.
Yet a nobler meed than gold
Waits for Albion's children bold;
Great Eliza's virgin hand
Welcomes you to Fairy-land,
While your native Naiads bring
Native wreaths as offering.
Simple though their show may be,
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'Tis not price, nor outward fairness,
Gives the victor's palm its rareness
Simplest tokens can impart
Noble throb to noble heart:
Gracia, prize thy parsley crown,
Boast thy laurel, Casar's town;
Moorland myrtle still shall be
Badge of Devon's Chivalry!"

And so ending, she took the wreath of fragrant
gale from her own head, and stooping from the car,
placed it on the head of Amyas Leigh, who made
answer-
"There is no place like home, my fair mistress;
and no scent to my taste like this old home-scent in
all the spice-islands that I ever sailed by !"
"Her song was not so bad," said Sir Richard to
Lady Bath-"but how came she to hear Plymouth
bells at Tamar-head, full fifty miles away? That's
too much of a poet's licence, is it not ?"
"The river nymphs, as daughters of Oceanus, and
thus of immortal parentage, are bound to possess
organs of more than mortal keenness; but, as you
say, the song was not so bad-erudite, as well as
prettily conceived-and, saving for a certain, rustical
simplicity and monosyllabic baldness, smacks rather
of the forests of Castaly than those of Torridge."
So spake my Lady Bath; whom Sir Richard wisely
answered not; for she was a terribly learned member
of the college of critics, and disputed even with
Sidney's sister the chieftaincy of the Euphuists; so
Sir Richard answered not, but answer was made for
him.
























































She took the wreath of fragrant gale from her own head, and placed it
on the head of Amyas.-Chap. ii. p. 60.


~-~rE-.'


hc, ;-.
?.








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"Since the whole choir of Muses, madam, have
migrated to the Court of Whitehall, no wonder if
some dews of Parnassus should fertilise at times even
our Devon moors."
The speaker was a tall and slim young man, some
five-and-twenty years old, of so rare and delicate a
beauty, that it seemed that some Greek statue, or
rather one of those pensive and pious knights whom
the old German artists took delight to paint, had con-
descended to tread awhile this work-day earth in
living flesh and blood. The forehead was very lofty
and smooth, the eyebrows thin and greatly arched
(the envious gallants whispered that something at
least of their curve was due to art, as was also the
exceeding smoothness of those delicate cheeks). The
face was somewhat long and thin; the nose aquiline;
and the languid mouth showed, perhaps, too much of
the ivory upper teeth; but the most striking point
of the speaker's appearance, was the extraordinary
brilliancy of his complexion, which shamed with its
whiteness that of all fair ladies round, save where
open on each cheek a bright red spot gave warning,
as did the long thin neck and the taper hands, of sad
possibilities, perhaps not far off; possibilities which
all saw with an inward sigh, except she whose doting
glances, as well as her resemblance to the fair youth,
proclaimed her at once his mother, Mrs. Leigh herself.
Master Frank, for he it was, was dressed in the
very extravagance of the fashion,-not so much from
vanity, as from that delicate instinct of self-respect
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one year's end to another upon a desert island; "for,"
as Frank used to say in his sententious way, "Mr.
Frank Leigh at least beholds me, though none else
be by; and why should I be more discourteous to
him than I permit others to be? Be sure that he
who is a Grobian in his own company, will, sooner or
later, become a Grobian in that of his friends."
So Mr. Frank was arrayed spotlessly; but after
the latest fashion of Milan,, not in trunk hose and
slashed sleeves, nor in "French standing collar, treble
quadruple dedalian ruff, or stiff-necked rabato, that
had more arches for pride, propped up with wire and
timber, than five London Bridges;" but in a close-
fitting and perfectly plain suit of dove-colour, which
set off cunningly the delicate proportions of his figure,
and the delicate hue of his complexion, which was
shaded from the sun by a broad dove-coloured Spanish
hat, with feather to match, looped up over the right
ear with a pearl brooch, and therein a crowned E,
supposed by the damsels of Bideford to stand for
Elizabeth, which was whispered to be the gift of
some most illustrious hand. This same looping up
was not without good reason and purpose prepense;
thereby all the world had full view of a beautiful
little ear, which looked as if it had been cut of cameo,
and made, as my Lady Rich once told him, "to
hearken only to the music of the spheres, or to the
chants of cherubim." Behind the said ear was stuck
a fresh rose; and the golden hair was all drawn
smoothly back and round to the left temple, whence,
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a mighty love-lock, "curled as it had been laid in
press," rolled down low upon his bosom. Oh, Frank!
Frank! have you come out on purpose to break the
hearts of all Bideford burghers' daughters? And if
so, did you expect to further that triumph by dyeing
that pretty little pointed beard (with shame I report
it) of a bright vermilion ? But we know you better,
Frank, and so does your mother; and you are but a
masquerading angel after all, in spite of your knots
and your perfumes, and the gold chain round your
neck which a German princess gave you; and the
emerald ring on your right fore-finger which Hatton
gave you; and the pair of perfumed gloves in your
left which Sidney's sister gave you; and the silver-
hilted Toledo which an Italian marquis gave you, on
a certain occasion of which you never choose to talk,
like a prudent and modest gentleman as you are:
but of which the gossips talk, of course, all the more,
and whisper that you saved his life from bravoes-
a dozen, at the least; and had that sword for your
reward, and might have had his beautiful sister's hand
beside, and I know not what else: but that you had
so many lady-loves already that you were loth to
burden yourself with a fresh one. That, at least, we
know to be a lie, fair Frank; for your heart is as
pure this day as when you knelt in your little crib at
Burrough, and said-

Four corners to my bed;
Four angels round my head;
Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John,
Bless the bed that I lie on."









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And who could doubt it (if being pure themselves,
they have instinctive sympathy with what is pure),
who ever looked into those great deep blue eyes of
yours, "the black fringed curtains of whose azure
lids," usually down-dropt as if in deepest thought, you
raise slowly, almost wonderingly, each time you speak,
as if awakening from some fair dream whose home is
rather in your Platonical "eternal world of supra-
sensible foims," than on that work-day earth wherein
you nevertheless acquit yourself so well? There-I
must stop describing you, or I shall catch the infection
of your own Euphuism, and talk of you as you would
have talked of Sidney, or of Spenser, or of that Swan
of Avon, whose song had just begun when yours-
but I will not anticipate; my Lady Bath is waiting
to give you her rejoinder.
"Ah, my silver-tongued scholar! and are you,
then, the poet? or have you been drawing on the
inexhaustible bank of your friend Raleigh, or my
cousin Sidney ? or has our new Cygnet Immerito lent
you a few unpublished leaves from some fresh Shep-
herd's Calendar ?"
Had either, madam, of that cynosural triad been
within call of my most humble importunities, your
ears had been delectate with far nobler melody."
"But not our eyes with fairer faces, eh? Well,
you have chosen your nymphs, and had good store
from whence to pick, I doubt not. Few young
Dulcinas round but must have been glad to take ser-
vice under so renowned a captain ?"
"The only difficulty, gracious Countess, has been








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to know where to fix the wandering choice of my be-
wildered eyes, where all alike are fair, and all alike
facund."
"We understand," said she, smiling;-
Dan Cupid, choosing 'midst his mother's graces,
Himself more fair, made scorn of fairest faces."
The young scholar capped her distich forthwith,
and bowing to her with a meaning look,
'Then, Goddess, turn,' he cried, 'and veil thy light;
Blinded by thine, what eyes can choose aright '"
"Go, saucy sir," said my lady, in high glee; "the
pageant stays your supreme pleasure."
And away went Mr. Frank as master of the revels,
to bring up the 'prentices' pageant; while, for his sake,
the nymph of Torridge was forgotten for awhile by all
young dames, and most young gentlemen; and his
mother heaved a deep sigh, which Lady Bath over-
hearing-
What ? in the dumps, good madam, while all are
rejoicing in your joy ? Are you afraid that we court-
dames shall turn your young Adonis' brain for him?"
"I do, indeed, fear lest your condescension should
make him forget that he is only a poor squire's orphan."
"I will warrant-him never to forget aught that he
should recollect," said my Lady Bath.
And she spoke truly. But soon Frank's silver
voice was heard calling out,
Room there, good people, for the gallant 'prentice
lads !"
And on they came, headed by a giant of buckram
and pasteboard armour, forth of whose stomach looked,
VOL. I. F w. n.









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like a clock-face in a steeple, a human visage, to be
greeted, as was the fashion then, by a volley of quips
and puns from high and low.
Young Mr. William Cary, of Clovelly, who was
the wit of those parts, opened the fire by asking him
whether he were Goliath, Gogmagog, or Grantorto in
the romance; for giants' names always began with a
G. To which the giant's stomach answered pretty
surlily,-
"Mine don't; I begin with an O."
"Then thou criest out before thou art hurt, O
cowardly giant !"
"Let me out, lads," quoth the irascible visage,
struggling in his buckram prison, "and I soon show
him whether I be a coward."
Nay, if thou gettest out of thyself, thou wouldst
be beside thyself, and so wert but a mad giant."
And that were pity,' said Lady Bath; "for by the
romances, giants have never over much wit to spare."
"Mercy, dear Lady!" said Frank, "and let the
giant begin with an O."
"A-"
"A false start, giant! you were to begin with an
O."
"I'll make you end with an O, Mr. William Cary !"
roared the testy tower of buckram.
"And so I do, for I end with 'Fico !'"
"Be mollified, sweet giant," said Frank, "and spare
the rash youth of yon foolish Knight. Shall elephants
catch flies, or Hurlo-Thrumbo stain his club with
brains of Dagonet the jester Be mollified; leave










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thy caverned grumblings, like Etna when its windy
wrath is past, and discourse eloquence from thy central
omphalos, like Pythoness ventriloquising."
"If you do begin laughing at me too, Mr.
Leigh- said the giant's clock-face, in a piteous
tone.
"I laugh not. Art thou not Ordulf the earl, and
I thy humblest squire ? Speak up, my Lord; your
cousin, my Lady Bath, commands you."
And at last the giant began:-
'' A giant I, Earl Ordulf men me call,-
'Gainst Paynim foes Devonia's champion tall;
In single fight six thousand Turks I slew;
Pull'd off a lion's head, and ate it too:
With one shrewd blow, to let Saint Edward in,
I smote the gates of Exeter in twain;
Till aged grown, by angels warn'd in dream,
I built an abbey fair by Tavy stream.
But treacherous time hath tripp'd my glories up,
The staunch old hound must yield to stauncher pup;
Here's one so tall as I, and twice so bold,
Where I took only cuffs, takes good red gold.
From pole to pole resound his wondrous works,
Who slew more Spaniards than I ere slew Turks;
I strode across the Tavy stream : but he
Strode round the world and back; and here 'a be !"
"Oh, bathos !" said Lady Bath, while the 'prentices
shouted applause. "Is this hedgebantling to be
fathered on you, Mr. Frank ?"
It is necessary, by all laws of the drama, Madam,"
said Frank, with a sly smile, "that the speech and
the speaker shall fit each other. Pass on, Earl Ordulf;
a more learned worthy waits."
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cession; namely, no less a person than Vindex
Brimblecombe, the ancient schoolmaster, with five-and-
forty boys at his heels, who halting, pulled out his
spectacles, and thus signified his forgiveness of his
whilome broken head:-
That the world should have been circumnavigated,
ladies and gentles, were matter enough of jubilation to
the student of Herodotus and Plato, Plinius and-
ahem: much more when the circumnavigators are
Britons; more, again, when Damnonians."
"Don't swear, master," said young Will Gary.
"Gulielme Gary, Gulielme Gary, hast thou for-
gotten thy- "
"Whippings ? Never, old lad! Go on; but let
not the licence of the scholar overtop the modesty of
the Christian."
"More again, as I said, when, incolce, inhabitants of
Devon; but, most of all, men of Bideford School. Oh
renowned school! Oh schoolboys ennobled by fellow-
ship with him Oh most happy pedagogue, to whom
it has befallen to have chastised a circumnavigator, and,
like another Chiron, trained another Hercules: yet
more than Hercules, for he placed his pillars on the
ocean shore, and then returned; but my scholar's
voyage-
"Hark how the old fox is praising himself all
along on the sly," said Cary.
"Mr. William, Mr. William, peace;-silentium, my
graceless pupil. Urge the foaming steed, and strike
terror into the rapid stag, but meddle not with
matters too high for thee."









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"He has given you the dor now, sir," said Lady
Bath; "let the old man say his say."
"I bring, therefore, as my small contribution to
this day's feast; first a Latin epigram, as thus--"
"Latin ? Let us hear it forthwith," cried my Lady
And the old pedant mouthed out,-
Torriguiam Tamaris ne spernat; Leighius addet
Mox terras terris, inclyte Drake, tuis."
"Neat, i' faith, la!" Whereon all the rest, as in
duty bound, approved also.
"This for the erudite: for vulgar ears the ver-
nacular is more consonant, sympathetic, instructive;
as thus:-
"Famed Argo ship, that noble chip, by doughty Jason's
steering,
Brought back to Greece the golden fleece, from Colchis home
careering;
But now her fame is put to shame, while new Devonian Argo,
Round earth doth run in wake of sun, and brings a wealthier
cargo."

Runs with a right fa-lal-la," observed Cary; and
would go nobly to a fiddle and a big drum."
" Ye Spaniards, quake our doughty Drake a royal swan is
tested,
On wing and oar, from shore to shore, the raging main who
breasted:-
But never needs to chant his deeds, like swan that lies
a-dying,
So far his name by trump of fame, around the sphere is
flying."

"Hillo ho! schoolmaster!" shouted a voice from
behind; "move on, and make way for father Neptune!"









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Whereon a whole storm of raillery fell upon the hap-
less pedagogue.
We waited for the parson's alligator, but we
wain't for your'n."
"Allegory! my children, allegory !" shrieked the
man of letters.
"What do ye call he an alligator for He is but
a poor little starved evat !"
"Out of the road, Old Custis! March on, Don
Palmado!"
These allusions to the usual instrument of torture
in west country schools made the old gentleman
wince; especially when they were followed home by-
"Who stole Admiral Grenvile's brooms, because
birch rods were dear ?"
But proudly he shook his bald head, as a bull
shakes off the flies, and returned to the charge once
more.
" Great Alexander, famed commander, wept and made a pother,
At conquering only half the world, but Drake had conquer'd
t'other ;
And Hercules to brink of seas !- "
"Oh!- "
And clapping both hands to the back of his neck,
the schoolmaster began dancing frantically about, while
his boys broke out tittering, "0 the ochidore look
to the blue ochidore Who've put ochidore to mais-
ter's poll?"
It was too true: neatly inserted, as he stooped
forward, between his neck and his collar, was a large
live shore-crab, holding on tight with both hands.



























































"I am King Neptune bold."-Chap. ii. p. 71.









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Gentles good Christians save me I am mare-
rode Incubo, vel ab incubo, opprimor! Satanas has me
by the poll! Help! he tears my jugular; he wrings
my neck, as he does to Dr. Faustus in the play. Con-
fiteor !-I confess! Satan, I defy thee! Good people,
I confess! Bao-avtC6/ac! The truth will out. Mr.
Francis Leigh wrote the epigram!" And diving
through the crowd, the pedagogue vanished howling,
while Father Neptune, crowned with sea-weeds, a
trident in one hand, and a live dog-fish in the other,
swaggered up the street, surrounded by a tall body-
guard of mariners, and followed by a great banner,
on which was depicted a globe, with Drake's ship
sailing thereon upside down, and overwritten-
See every man the Pelican,
Which round the world did go,
While her stern-post was uppermost,
And topmasts down below.
And by the way she lost a day,
Out of her log was stole:
But Neptune kind, with favouring wind,
Hath brought her safe and whole."
"Now, lads !" cried Neptune; "hand me my par-
able that's writ for me, and here goeth!" And at
the top of his bull-voice, he began roaring,-
I am King Neptune bold,
The ruler of the seas ;
I don't understand much singing upon land,
But I hope what I say will please.
Here be five Bideford men,
Which have sailed the world around,
And I watch'd them well, as they all can tell,
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For it is the men of Devon.
To see them I take delight,
Both to tack and to hull, and to heave and to pull,
And to prove themselves in fight.
Where be those Spaniards proud,
That make their valiant boasts;
And think for to keep the poor Indians for their sheep,
And to farm my golden coasts ?
'Twas the devil and the Pope gave them
My kingdom for their own:
But my nephew Francis Drake, he caused them to quake,
And he picked them to the bone.
For the sea my realm it is,
As good Queen Bess's is the land;
So freely come again, all merry Devon men,
And there's old Neptune's hand."

"Holla, boys holla! Blow up, Triton, and bring
forward the freedom of the seas."
Triton, roaring through a conch, brought forward
a cockle-shell full of salt-water, and delivered it
solemnly to Amyas, who, of course, put a noble into
it, and returned it after Grenvile had done the same.
"Holla, Dick Admiral!" cried Neptune, who was
pretty far gone in liquor; "we knew thou hadst a
right English heart in thee, for all thou standest there
as taut as a Don who has swallowed his rapier."
"Grammercy, stop thy bellowing, fellow, and on;
for thou smellest vilely of fish."
"Everything smells sweet in its right place. I'm
going home."
"I thought thou wert there all along, being already
half-seas over," said Cary.
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thou ever wilt be, thou 'long-shore stay-at-home.
Why wast making sheep's eyes at Mistress Salterne
here, while my pretty little chuck of Burrough there
was playing at shove-groat with Spanish doubloons?"
"Go to the devil, sirrah!" said Cary. Neptune
had touched on a sore subject; and more cheeks than
Amyas Leigh's reddened at the hint.
"Amen, if heaven so please!" and on rolled the
monarch of the seas; and so the pageant ended.
The moment Amyas had an opportunity, he asked
his brother Frank, somewhat peevishly, where Rose
Salterne was.
What the mayor's daughter ? With her uncle,
by Kilkhampton, I believe."
Now cunning Master Frank, whose daily wish was
to "seek peace and ensue it," told Amyas this, be-
cause he must needs speak the truth: but he was
purposed at the same time to speak as little truth
as he could, for fear of accidents; and, therefore,
omitted to tell his brother how that he, two days
before, had entreated Rose Salterne herself to appear
as the nymph of Torridge; which honour she, who
had no objection either to exhibit her pretty face, to
recite pretty poetry, or to be trained thereto by the
cynosure of North Devon, would have assented will-
ingly, but that her father stopped the pretty project
by a peremptory countermove, and packed her off,
in spite of her tears, to the said uncle on the At-
lantic cliffs; after which he went up to Burrough,
and laughed over the whole matter with Mrs. Leigh.
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of blood; but I am too proud to let any man say that
Simon Salterne threw his daughter at your son's head;
-no; not if you were an empress !"
"And, to speak truth, Mr. Salterne, there are
young gallants enough in the country quarrelling
about her pretty face every day, without making her
a tourney-queen to tilt about."
Which was very true; for during the three years
of Amyas's absence, Rose Salterne had grown into so
beautiful a girl of eighteen, that half North Devon
was mad about the "Rose of Torridge," as she was
called; and there was not a young gallant for ten
miles round (not to speak of her father's clerks and
'prentices, who moped about after her like so
many Malvolios, and treasured up the very parings of
her nails) who would not have gone to Jerusalem to
win her. So that all along the vales of Torridge and
of Taw, and even away to Clovelly (for young Mr.
Cary was one of the sick), not a gay bachelor but was
frowning on his fellows, and viewing with them in the
fashion of his clothes, the set of his ruffs, the harness
of his horse, the carriage of his hawks, the pattern of
his sword-hilt; and those were golden days for all
tailors and armourers, from Exmoor to Okehampton
town. But of all those foolish young lads not one
would speak to the other, either out hunting, or at
the archery butts, or in the tilt-yard; and my Lady
Bath (who confessed that there was no use in bringing
out her daughters where Rose Salterne was in the
way) prophesied in her classical fashion that Rose's
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feast of the Lapithm; and poor Mr. Will Cary (who
always blurted out the truth), when Old Salterne once
asked him angrily, in Bideford Market, "What a
plague business had he making sheep's eyes at his
daughter?" broke out before all bystanders, "And
what a plague business had you, old boy, to throw
such an apple of discord into our merry meetings
hereabouts? If you choose to have such a daughter,
you must take the consequences, and be hanged to
you." To which Mr. Salterne answered with some
truth, That she was none of his choosing, nor of Mr.
Cary's neither." And so the dor being given, the
belligerents parted laughing, but the war remained in
status quo ; and not a week passed but, by mysterious
hands, some nosegay, or languishing sonnet, was con-
veyed into The Rose's chamber, all which she stowed
away, with the simplicity of a country girl, finding it
mighty pleasant; and took all compliments quietly
enough, probably because, on the authority of her
mirror, she considered them no more than her due.
And, now, to add to the general confusion, home
was come young Amyas Leigh, .more desperately in
love with her than ever. For, as is the way with
sailors (who after all are the truest lovers, as they
are the finest fellows, God bless them, upon earth),
his lonely ship-watches had been spent in imprinting
on his imagination, month after month, year after
year, every feature and gesture and tone of the fair
lass whom he had left behind him; and that all the
More intensely, because, beside his mother, he had no
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was born, having been trained as many a brave young
man was then, to look upon profligacy not as a proof
of manhood, but as what the old Germans, and those
Gortyneans who crowned the offender with wool, knew
it to be, a cowardly and effeminate sin.



















OF TWO GENTLEMEN OF WALES, AND HOW THEY
HUNTED WITH THE HOUNDS, AND YET RAN WITH
THE DEER.
"I know that Deformed; he has been a vile thief this seven
year; he goes up and down like a gentleman: I remember
his name."--Much Ado about Nothing.
AMYAs slept that night a tired and yet a troubled
sleep; and his mother and Frank, as they bent over
his pillow, could see- that his brain was busy with
many dreams.
And no wonder; for over and above all the excite-
ment of the day, the recollection of John Oxenham
had taken strange possession of his mind; and all
that evening, as he sat in the bay-windowed room
where he had seen him last, Amyas was recalling to
himself every look and gesture of the lost adventurer,
and wondering at himself for so doing, till he retired
to sleep, only to renew the fancy in his dreams. At
last he found himself, he knew not how, sailing west-
ward ever, up the wake of the setting sun, in chase of
a tiny sail, which was John Oxenham's. Upon him
was a painful sense that, unless he came up with her
in time, something fearful would come to pass: but
the ship would not sail. All around floated the sar-









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gasso beds, clogging her bows with their long snaky
coils of weed; and still he tried to sail, and tried to
fancy that he was sailing, till the sun went down, and
all was utter dark. And then the moon arose, and in
a moment John Oxenham's ship was close aboard; her
sails were torn and fluttering; the pitch was streaming
from her sides; her bulwarks were rotting to decay.
And what was that line of dark objects dangling along
the main-yard .-A line of hanged men! And, horror
of horrors, from the yard-arm close above him, John
Oxenham's corpse looked down with grave-light eyes,
and beckoned and pointed, as if to show him his way,
and strove to speak, and could not, and pointed still,
not forward, but back along their course. And when
Amyas looked back, behold, behind him was the snow
range of the Andes glittering in the moon, and he
knew that he was in the South Seas once more, and
that all America was between him and home. And
still the corpse kept pointing back, and back, and
looking at him with yearning eyes of agony, and lips
which longed to tell some awful secret; till he sprang
up, and woke with a shout of terror, and found himself
lying in the little coved chamber in dear old Burrough,
with the grey autumn morning already stealing in.
Feverish and excited, he tried in vain to sleep
again; and after an hour's tossing, rose and dressed,
and started for a bathe on his beloved old pebble
ridge. As he passed his mother's door, he could not
help looking in. The dim light of morning showed
him the bed; but its pillow had not been pressed that
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was kneeling at the other end of the chamber at her
prie-dieu, absorbed in devotion. Gently he slipped in
without a word, and knelt down at her side. She
turned, smiled, passed her arm around him, and went
on silently with her prayers. Why not ? They were
for him, and he knew it, and prayed also; and his
prayers were for her, and for poor lost John Oxenham,
and all his vanished crew.
At last she rose, and standing above him, parted
the yellow locks from off his brow, and looked long
and lovingly into his face. There was nothing to be
spoken, for there was nothing to be concealed between
these two souls as clear as glass. Each knew all which
the other meant; each knew that its own thoughts
were known. At last the mutual gaze was over; she
stooped and kissed him on the brow, and was in the
act to turn away, as a tear dropped on his forehead.
Her little bare feet were peeping out from under her
dress. He bent down and kissed them again and
again; and then looking up, as if to excuse himself,-
"You have such pretty feet, mother!"
Instantly, with a woman's instinct, she had hidden
them. She had been a beauty once, as I said; and
though her hair was grey, and her roses had faded
long ago, she was beautiful still, in all eyes which saw
deeper than the mere outward red and white.
"Your dear father used to say so, thirty years
ago."
"And I say so still: you always were beautiful;
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the lover with an old mother Go and take your
walk, and think of younger ladies, if you can find any
worthy of you."
And so the son went forth, and the mother returned
to her prayers.
He walked down to the pebble ridge, where the
surges of the bay have defeated their own fury, by
rolling up in the course of ages a rampart of grey
boulder-stones, some two miles long, as cunningly
curved, and smoothed, and fitted, as if the work had
been done by human hands, which protects from the
high tides of spring and autumn a fertile sheet of
smooth, alluvial turf. Sniffing the keen salt air like a
young sea-dog, he stripped and plunged into the
breakers, and dived, and rolled, and tossed about the
foam with stalwart arms, till he heard himself hailed
from off the shore, and looking up, saw standing on
the top of the rampart the tall figure of his cousin
Eustace.
Amyas was half-disappointed at his coming; for,
love-lorn rascal, he had been dreaming all the way
thither of Rose Salterne, and had no wish for a com-
panion who would prevent his dreaming of her all the
way back Nevertheless, not having seen Eustace for
three years, it was but civil to scramble out and dress,
while his cousin walked up and down upon the turf
inside.
Eustace Leigh was the son of a younger brother of
Leigh of Burrough, who had more or less cut himself
off from his family, and indeed from his countrymen,
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he had not always been one; for, like many of the
gentry, he had become a Protestant under Edward the
Sixth, and then a Papist again under Mary. But, to
his honour be it said, at that point he had stopped,
having too much honesty to turn Protestant a second
time, as hundreds did, at Elizabeth's accession. So a
Papist he remained, living out of the way of the world
in a great, rambling, dark house, still called "Chapel,"
on the Atlantic cliffs, in Moorwinstow parish, not far
from Sir Richard Grenvile's house of Stow. The
penal laws never troubled him; for, in the first place,
they never troubled any one who did not make con-
spiracy and rebellion an integral doctrine of his religi-
ous creed; and next, they seldom troubled even them,
unless, fired with the glory of martyrdom, they bullied
the long-suffering of Elizabeth and her council into
giving them their deserts, and, like poor Father South-
well in after years, insisted on being hanged, whether
Burleigh liked or not. Moreover, in such a no-man's-
land and end-of-all-the-earth was that old house at
Moorwinstow, that a dozen conspiracies might have
been hatched there without any one hearing of it; and
Jesuits and seminary priests skulked in and out all the
year round, unquestioned though unblest; and found
a sort of piquant pleasure, like naughty boys who
have crept into the store-closet, in living in mysterious
little dens in a lonely turret, and going up through a
trap-door to celebrate mass in a secret chamber in the
roof, where they were allowed by the powers that
were to play as much as they chose at persecuted
saints, and preach about hiding in dens and caves of
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the earth. For once, when the zealous parson of
Moorwinstow, having discovered (what everybody
knew already) the existence of "mass priests and their
idolatry" at Chapel house, made formal complaint
thereof to Sir Richard, and called on him, as the
nearest justice of the peace, to put in force the Act of
the fourteenth of Elizabeth, that worthy knight only
rated him soundly for a fantastical puritan, and bade
him mind his own business, if he wished not to make
the place too hot for him; whereon (for the temporal
authorities, happily for the peace of England, kept in
those days a somewhat tight hand upon the spiritual
ones) the worthy parson subsided,-for, after all, Mr.
Thomas Leigh paid his tithes regularly enough,-and
was content, as he expressed it, to bow his head in the
house of Rimmon like Naaman of old, by eating Mr.
Leigh's dinners as often as he was invited, and ignor-
ing the vocation of old Father Francis, who sat
opposite, to him, dressed as a layman, and calling
himself the young gentleman's pedagogue.
But the said birds of ill omen had a very consider-
able lien on the conscience of poor Mr. Thomas Leigh,
the father of Eustace, in the form of certain lands
once belonging to the Abbey of Hartland. He more
than half believed that he should be lost for holding
those lands; but he did not believe it wholly, and,
therefore, he did not give them up; which was the
case, as poor Mary Tudor found to her sorrow, with
most of her "Catholic" subjects, whose consciences,
while they compelled them to return to the only safe
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means compelled them to disgorge the wealth of which
they had plundered that only hope of their salvation.
Most of them, however, like poor Tom Leigh, felt the
abbey rents burn in their purses; and, as John Bull
generally does in a difficulty, compromised the matter
by a second folly (as if two wrong things made one
right one) and petted foreign priests, and listened, or
pretended not to listen, to their plotting. and their
practisings; and gave up a son here, and a son there,
as a sort of a sin-offering and scape-goat, to be carried
off to Douay, or Rheims, or Rome, and trained as a
seminary priest; in plain English, to be taught the
science of villany, on the motive of superstition. One
of such hapless scape-goats, and children who had
been cast into the fire to Moloch, was Eustace Leigh,
whom his father had sent, giving the fruit of his body
for the sin of his soul, to be made a liar of at Rheims.
And a very fair liar he had become. Not that the
lad was a bad fellow at heart; but he had been chosen
by the harpies at home, on account of his "peculiar
vocation;" in plain English, because the wily priests
had seen in him certain capacities of vague hysterical
fear of the unseen (the religious sentiment, we call it
now-a-days), and with them that tendency to be a
rogue, which superstitious men always have. He was
now a tall, handsome, light-complexioned man, with
a huge upright forehead, a very small mouth, and a
dry and set expression of face, which was always
trying to get free, or rather to seem free, and indulge
in smiles and dimples, which were proper; for one
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ought to be cheerful, and when people were cheerful
they smiled; and therefore he would smile, and tried
to do so; but his charity prepense looked no more
alluring than malice prepense would have done; and,
had he not been really a handsome fellow, many a
woman who raved about his sweetness would have
Likened his frankness to that of a skeleton dancing in
fetters, and his smiles to the grins thereof.
He had returned to England about a month before,
in obedience to the proclamation which had been set
forth for that purpose (and certainly not before it was
needed), that, "whosoever had children, wards, etc.,
in the parts beyond the seas, should send in their
names to the ordinary, and within four months call
them home again." So Eustace was now staying
with his father at Chapel, having, nevertheless, his
private matters to transact on behalf of the virtuous
society by whom he had been brought up; one of
which private matters had brought him to Bideford
the night before.
So he sat down beside Amyas on the pebbles, and
looked at him all over out of the corners of his eyes
very gently, as if he did not wish to hurt him, or even
the flies on his back; and Amyas faced right round,
and looked him full in the face, with the heartiest of
smiles, and held out a lion's paw, which Eustace took
rapturously, and a great shaking of hands ensued;
Amyas gripping with a great round fist, and a quiet
quiver thereof, as much as to say, "I am glad to see
you;" and Eustace pinching hard with quite straight
fingers, and sawing the air violently up and down, as




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