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
Nothing could be more peaceful--nothing more lovely than the scene--and
yet how soon, how terribly, was its calmness to be disturbed!--its
beauty destroyed! Round the tower of the grey old church the swallows
were wheeling; some sounds arose from the quiet little town, but
they were not unpleasant to the ear; a few barks were moored to the
bank below the town, but their owners seemed infected by the general
indolence, as did some other persons who were fishing lower down the
stream. The smooth, broad river flowed calmly on, save where its
current encountered the remains of the broken arch of the bridge,
against which it split and struggled. Partly destroyed as it was, the
old stone bridge somewhat marred the peaceful character of the scene,
yet it did not detract from its effect. Lambert was struck with the
beauty of the view as he gazed at it, yet he hesitated not to play the
part of a destroyer.
"Look yonder, Corporal Lightbound," he cried to a sour-visaged soldier
near him. "Behold how these malignants keep guard. When they should be
watchful, they are eating and drinking, or slumbering on their posts.
They have broken their bridge to hinder us, yet have they foolishly
laid down a plank whereby we may pass over and destroy them. Of a truth
this is the Lord's doing. He has delivered them into our hands. Thou,
corporal, art chosen for the work. Take with thee a score of musketeers
on whom thou canst best rely. Cross over the plank as quickly as thou
mayest, and possess thyself of the church. Thou canst easily maintain
the post till I come to thine aid. The river must be fordable yonder,"
he added, pointing to a place below the bridge, where the current was
rushing swiftly over a pebbly bed, and where a man who had reached a
large stone, almost in the mid-stream, was fishing. The Severn, we
may incidentally remark, had not then been dammed up at intervals, as
is now the case, to preserve a constant depth of water for trading
navigation.
"Truly, a fording party might well cross yonder, general," remarked
Lightbound.
"The position yon man has attained proves it. He must have waded to
that stone. There I will cross with the whole of my force."
"You will find me within the church with my men, general."
"I nothing doubt it," rejoined Lambert. "Fear not. The Lord is with
thee, and will enable thee to surprise the enemy. And now about the
work."
A man of great resolution, and appalled by no danger, Corporal
Lightbound instantly obeyed. Selecting twenty musketeers, each as
stalwart and fearless as himself, and bidding them follow him, he left
the orchard.
So unlooked-for was the attempt, that the attacking party reached the
bridge, and indeed were only a few yards from the broken arch, before
they were discovered by the drowsy guard.
"Let me go first, corporal," said a soldier. "Thy life is more precious
than mine."
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