A Lad of Grit: A Story of Adventure on Land and Sea in Restoration Times
by Percy F. Westerman, Illustrated By Edward S. Hodgson
CONTENTS
Chapter 1--How the Tidings of the Restoration Came to Rake
Chapter 2--Of the Arrest and Escape of Increase Joyce
Chapter 3--Concerning my Journey to Portsmouth
Chapter 4--How Judgment was Passed on the Dorset Smugglers
Chapter 5--Of my First Ship, the Gannet
Chapter 6--Of the Finding of Pedro Alvarez, and of the Strange Tale that he Told
Chapter 7--Concerning the Treasure Island
Chapter 8--Of an Encounter with an Algerine Corsair
Chapter 9--I lose the Little Gannet
Chapter 10--How I Defended the Foretop
Chapter 11--Of the Manner of my Homecoming
Chapter 12--The Smugglers’ Cave
Chapter 13--The Escape
Chapter 14--I Set Out to Fight the Dutch
Chapter 15--Of the Famous Sea Fight of Four Days
Chapter 16--I Meet an Old Enemy
Chapter 17--Showing that there are Two Means of Leaving a Prison
Chapter 18--The Veil is Partly Drawn
Chapter 19--How Three Horsemen set out for the North
Chapter 20--What we Heard and Saw at Holwick.
Chapter 21--Our Search for the Treasure
Chapter 1--How the Tidings of the Restoration Came to Rake
The sun was slowly sinking behind the tree-clad Hampshire Downs. Already the long shadows of Rake Hill lay athwart the misty coombe, and the glimmer of the innumerable forges in the valley beneath began to hold its own against the rapidly fading daylight. The cold east wind, for it was but the beginning of March, in the year of grace 1660, whistled through the clump of gaunt pine trees that marked the summit of the hill, and, despite the fact that each of us wore a thick doublet, the chilly blast cut us like a knife.
I remember that evening well; its stirring incidents are graven on my memory as if they had happened but yesterday, though nigh on twoscore and ten winters and summers have passed over my head since the eventful year of which I write.
My father and I were returning homewards from the great fair at Petersfield. For an old man, he being well over sixty years of age, my father was the marvel of our village. Tall but sparely built, his frame betokened a strength of body that harmonized with the determination of character that made itself known by the glance of his steel-coloured eyes. Report says that when he came to Rake to settle down, some twelve or thirteen years back--I being but an infant in arms,--he did gain a lasting reputation by outmatching one Caleb James, a notorious bully, at his own game, breaking his pate with his own staff on the roadside hard by Milland Church.
Moreover, as proof of his hardiness, is there not the testimony of the worthy Master Hugh Salesbury, the chirurgeon of Lyss--the same whose son fell in Torrington’s action off Beachy Head,--to the effect that though practice was slack around Lyss, yet he perforce would have to give up if none were better patients than honest Owen Wentworth.
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by Percy F. Westerman, Illustrated By Edward S. Hodgson
CONTENTS
Chapter 1--How the Tidings of the Restoration Came to Rake
Chapter 2--Of the Arrest and Escape of Increase Joyce
Chapter 3--Concerning my Journey to Portsmouth
Chapter 4--How Judgment was Passed on the Dorset Smugglers
Chapter 5--Of my First Ship, the Gannet
Chapter 6--Of the Finding of Pedro Alvarez, and of the Strange Tale that he Told
Chapter 7--Concerning the Treasure Island
Chapter 8--Of an Encounter with an Algerine Corsair
Chapter 9--I lose the Little Gannet
Chapter 10--How I Defended the Foretop
Chapter 11--Of the Manner of my Homecoming
Chapter 12--The Smugglers’ Cave
Chapter 13--The Escape
Chapter 14--I Set Out to Fight the Dutch
Chapter 15--Of the Famous Sea Fight of Four Days
Chapter 16--I Meet an Old Enemy
Chapter 17--Showing that there are Two Means of Leaving a Prison
Chapter 18--The Veil is Partly Drawn
Chapter 19--How Three Horsemen set out for the North
Chapter 20--What we Heard and Saw at Holwick.
Chapter 21--Our Search for the Treasure
Chapter 1--How the Tidings of the Restoration Came to Rake
The sun was slowly sinking behind the tree-clad Hampshire Downs. Already the long shadows of Rake Hill lay athwart the misty coombe, and the glimmer of the innumerable forges in the valley beneath began to hold its own against the rapidly fading daylight. The cold east wind, for it was but the beginning of March, in the year of grace 1660, whistled through the clump of gaunt pine trees that marked the summit of the hill, and, despite the fact that each of us wore a thick doublet, the chilly blast cut us like a knife.
I remember that evening well; its stirring incidents are graven on my memory as if they had happened but yesterday, though nigh on twoscore and ten winters and summers have passed over my head since the eventful year of which I write.
My father and I were returning homewards from the great fair at Petersfield. For an old man, he being well over sixty years of age, my father was the marvel of our village. Tall but sparely built, his frame betokened a strength of body that harmonized with the determination of character that made itself known by the glance of his steel-coloured eyes. Report says that when he came to Rake to settle down, some twelve or thirteen years back--I being but an infant in arms,--he did gain a lasting reputation by outmatching one Caleb James, a notorious bully, at his own game, breaking his pate with his own staff on the roadside hard by Milland Church.
Moreover, as proof of his hardiness, is there not the testimony of the worthy Master Hugh Salesbury, the chirurgeon of Lyss--the same whose son fell in Torrington’s action off Beachy Head,--to the effect that though practice was slack around Lyss, yet he perforce would have to give up if none were better patients than honest Owen Wentworth.
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A Lad of Grit: A Story of Adventure on Land and Sea in Restoration Times
A Lad of Grit: A Story of Adventure on Land and Sea in Restoration Times
by Percy F. Westerman, Illustrated By Edward S. Hodgson
CONTENTS
Chapter 1--How the Tidings of the Restoration Came to Rake
Chapter 2--Of the Arrest and Escape of Increase Joyce
Chapter 3--Concerning my Journey to Portsmouth
Chapter 4--How Judgment was Passed on the Dorset Smugglers
Chapter 5--Of my First Ship, the Gannet
Chapter 6--Of the Finding of Pedro Alvarez, and of the Strange Tale that he Told
Chapter 7--Concerning the Treasure Island
Chapter 8--Of an Encounter with an Algerine Corsair
Chapter 9--I lose the Little Gannet
Chapter 10--How I Defended the Foretop
Chapter 11--Of the Manner of my Homecoming
Chapter 12--The Smugglers’ Cave
Chapter 13--The Escape
Chapter 14--I Set Out to Fight the Dutch
Chapter 15--Of the Famous Sea Fight of Four Days
Chapter 16--I Meet an Old Enemy
Chapter 17--Showing that there are Two Means of Leaving a Prison
Chapter 18--The Veil is Partly Drawn
Chapter 19--How Three Horsemen set out for the North
Chapter 20--What we Heard and Saw at Holwick.
Chapter 21--Our Search for the Treasure
Chapter 1--How the Tidings of the Restoration Came to Rake
The sun was slowly sinking behind the tree-clad Hampshire Downs. Already the long shadows of Rake Hill lay athwart the misty coombe, and the glimmer of the innumerable forges in the valley beneath began to hold its own against the rapidly fading daylight. The cold east wind, for it was but the beginning of March, in the year of grace 1660, whistled through the clump of gaunt pine trees that marked the summit of the hill, and, despite the fact that each of us wore a thick doublet, the chilly blast cut us like a knife.
I remember that evening well; its stirring incidents are graven on my memory as if they had happened but yesterday, though nigh on twoscore and ten winters and summers have passed over my head since the eventful year of which I write.
My father and I were returning homewards from the great fair at Petersfield. For an old man, he being well over sixty years of age, my father was the marvel of our village. Tall but sparely built, his frame betokened a strength of body that harmonized with the determination of character that made itself known by the glance of his steel-coloured eyes. Report says that when he came to Rake to settle down, some twelve or thirteen years back--I being but an infant in arms,--he did gain a lasting reputation by outmatching one Caleb James, a notorious bully, at his own game, breaking his pate with his own staff on the roadside hard by Milland Church.
Moreover, as proof of his hardiness, is there not the testimony of the worthy Master Hugh Salesbury, the chirurgeon of Lyss--the same whose son fell in Torrington’s action off Beachy Head,--to the effect that though practice was slack around Lyss, yet he perforce would have to give up if none were better patients than honest Owen Wentworth.
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by Percy F. Westerman, Illustrated By Edward S. Hodgson
CONTENTS
Chapter 1--How the Tidings of the Restoration Came to Rake
Chapter 2--Of the Arrest and Escape of Increase Joyce
Chapter 3--Concerning my Journey to Portsmouth
Chapter 4--How Judgment was Passed on the Dorset Smugglers
Chapter 5--Of my First Ship, the Gannet
Chapter 6--Of the Finding of Pedro Alvarez, and of the Strange Tale that he Told
Chapter 7--Concerning the Treasure Island
Chapter 8--Of an Encounter with an Algerine Corsair
Chapter 9--I lose the Little Gannet
Chapter 10--How I Defended the Foretop
Chapter 11--Of the Manner of my Homecoming
Chapter 12--The Smugglers’ Cave
Chapter 13--The Escape
Chapter 14--I Set Out to Fight the Dutch
Chapter 15--Of the Famous Sea Fight of Four Days
Chapter 16--I Meet an Old Enemy
Chapter 17--Showing that there are Two Means of Leaving a Prison
Chapter 18--The Veil is Partly Drawn
Chapter 19--How Three Horsemen set out for the North
Chapter 20--What we Heard and Saw at Holwick.
Chapter 21--Our Search for the Treasure
Chapter 1--How the Tidings of the Restoration Came to Rake
The sun was slowly sinking behind the tree-clad Hampshire Downs. Already the long shadows of Rake Hill lay athwart the misty coombe, and the glimmer of the innumerable forges in the valley beneath began to hold its own against the rapidly fading daylight. The cold east wind, for it was but the beginning of March, in the year of grace 1660, whistled through the clump of gaunt pine trees that marked the summit of the hill, and, despite the fact that each of us wore a thick doublet, the chilly blast cut us like a knife.
I remember that evening well; its stirring incidents are graven on my memory as if they had happened but yesterday, though nigh on twoscore and ten winters and summers have passed over my head since the eventful year of which I write.
My father and I were returning homewards from the great fair at Petersfield. For an old man, he being well over sixty years of age, my father was the marvel of our village. Tall but sparely built, his frame betokened a strength of body that harmonized with the determination of character that made itself known by the glance of his steel-coloured eyes. Report says that when he came to Rake to settle down, some twelve or thirteen years back--I being but an infant in arms,--he did gain a lasting reputation by outmatching one Caleb James, a notorious bully, at his own game, breaking his pate with his own staff on the roadside hard by Milland Church.
Moreover, as proof of his hardiness, is there not the testimony of the worthy Master Hugh Salesbury, the chirurgeon of Lyss--the same whose son fell in Torrington’s action off Beachy Head,--to the effect that though practice was slack around Lyss, yet he perforce would have to give up if none were better patients than honest Owen Wentworth.
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| BN ID: | 2940014546287 |
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| Publisher: | Denise Henry |
| Publication date: | 04/20/2012 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 160 |
| File size: | 301 KB |
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