Boscobel; or, the royal oak: A tale of the year 1651Ainsworth, William Harrison
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Boscobel; or, the royal oak: A tale of the year 1651
Ainsworth, William Harrison
Great Britain -- History -- Commonwealth and Protectorate, 1649-1660 -- Fiction
Not long afterwards, they reached Chillington Park, but they did not
enter it as Father Huddlestone and his companions had done by the
avenue gate, but at the back of the hall where the wood was thickest.
This part of the park was overrun with bushes, and it was here, in
Rock's Coppice, as it was called, that the dry pit was situated to
which Madmannah had been brought. They forced their way, not without
some difficulty, through this broad barrier of brushwood, and then a
most charming scene burst upon them for which the king was not at all
prepared--having heard no description of it.
At the bottom of a long and deep valley, which constituted the most
beautiful feature of the park, were several large pools. In later times
these pools have been thrown together so as to form an extensive lake,
which has been further embellished with a bridge, boat-houses, and
fishing-houses; but at the period of our history the valley was left
in its wild natural state, and had an air of seclusion which gave it a
charm almost as great as that possessed by the present ornamental lake.
The high banks on either side were clothed with magnificent timber, and
many trees grew so near the pools as to overshadow them.
Charles first beheld this exquisite scene from an elevation commanding
the whole length of the valley, and the numerous sheets of water
fringed by trees and glittering in the moonlight produced a truly
magical effect, that filled him with rapture.
He halted for a short time to gaze at it, and while his eye wandered
over the pool immediately beneath him he fancied he descried a boat
stealing along under the shadow of the trees on the further side of
the pool, and pointed out the object to Trusty Dick, who was standing
beside him.
"Your majesty is right," said Dick. "'Tis the fishing-boat belonging
to the pool. I know it well--having often used it. There is only one
person in it now--and that person, unless I am very much mistaken, is
no other than the page Jasper. How say'st thou, William?" he added,
appealing to his elder brother.
"I am of the same opinion," replied William. "I believe it to be
Jasper."
"Oddsfish! this is strange!" exclaimed the king; "give him a signal
that we are here."
Upon this, Trusty Dick descended the bank, and approaching the margin
of the pool, gave a loud whistle.
The signal did not require to be repeated. In another moment the boat
was seen to cross the pool, and now that the bright moonlight fell upon
it there could be no doubt that its occupant was Jasper.
A few strokes of the oar brought the page to the spot where Trusty
Dick was standing, and with very little delay they mounted the bank
together, and came to the king.
"How is it that I find you here?" cried Charles. "Are you alone?"
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