Great Britain -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction; Peddlers -- Fiction; Riots -- England -- Fens, The -- Fiction
Round this fire the young men and girls danced. Some of the men had
carried provisions to the Galilee, and prepared for a carouse. The
taverns had been attacked very early, and the publicans had been
constrained to allow the rioters free use of their liquor.
As Mark had assured Kerenhappuch, Ephraim Beamish had pushed his way
after the rabble, undeterred by the treatment he had received at its
hands, his enthusiasm unquenched by his plunge in the icy water. As
there was no organisation in the mob, he was suffered to rejoin it with
an occasional protest only, but Chevell, Harley, and Tansley would not
allow him to remount the waggon.
No sooner did Beamish find that a great body of the insurgents were
setting themselves to eat, drink, and revel about the great fire
in front of the cathedral, than he got a chair, and endeavoured to
harangue them, to point out to them that they were throwing away their
occasion, neglecting to enforce their grievances on the employers of
labour, and that they were making enemies among all the well-disposed
by their capricious and lawless proceedings. But directly his face was
discerned by the flicker of the fire, and his voice recognised, beaten
back by the cathedral walls, than shouts were raised of, 'That's the
fellow who stole the Cheap Jack girl's money. We want no preaching
here.'
His chair was tripped up, and he was sent sprawling in the dirt.
He rose angry and disconcerted. The movement of which he was the
instigator, and of which he had been appointed director by vote of the
men, had rejected his direction, and was taking its own suicidal course.
The fens immediately surrounding the isle on which Ely stood were
farmed by men whose homesteads were on the gault excrescence that
formed the isle. According to the preconcerted scheme, the Union of Fen
Labourers was to proceed to these farmsteads one by one, to exact of
the farmers a contribution to the cause, and an oath to raise the wage.
It was true enough that two or three farms had been visited which
lay to right and left of the road from Littleport to Ely, but no
sooner had the men reached the Fen capital, than they forgot their
purpose, directed their attention to the provision-shops, waylaid and
blackmailed passengers, broke into the taverns, and thought only of
eating, drinking, and making money. They entirely neglected the scheme
that had been agreed to. Not a single farm in the isle was molested,
not a single farmer coerced.
CHAPTER XXVII
SIR BATES DUDLEY'S RIDE
After a night of revelry, the winter morning broke on men lying tipsy
or asleep about the smouldering embers of their fire, against the walls
of houses, or crowded on the benches and on the stone floor of the
Galilee. Every tavern was packed, and many private houses as well. The
rioters had demanded admission, and had threatened violence if opposed.
Doors had accordingly been opened to them, and they had received
reluctant admission.
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