Great Britain -- History -- Stuarts, 1603-1714 -- Fiction
Then he looked about him, shading his eyes with his hand. 'Let us
consider,' he said. 'The troopers, I take it, are riding along the
roads. Whether they will ride over these hills, I know not; but I
think they will not, because their horses cannot well get up these
combs. Certainly, if they do, it will not be by the way we came. We
are here, therefore, hidden away snug. Why should we budge? Nowhere
is there a more deserted part of the country than Black Down, on
whose side we are. And I do not think, further, that we should
find anywhere a safer place to hide ourselves in than this comb,
where, I dare to say, no one comes, unless it be the gipsies or the
broom-squires, all the year round. And now they are all laden with
the spoil of the army--for, after a battle, this gentry swoop down
upon the field like the great birds which I have seen abroad upon
the carcases of drowned beasts, and plunder the dead. Next they must
go into town in order to sell their booty; then they will be fain to
drink about till all is spent; so they will leave us undisturbed.
Therefore, we will stay here, Sister. First, I will go and try the
old tricks by which I did often in the old time improve the fare
at home. Next, I will devise some way of making a more comfortable
resting-place. Thank the Lord for fine weather, so far.'
He was gone a couple of hours. During that time my mother awoke. Her
mind was broken by the suddenness of this trouble, and she cared
no more to speak, sitting still by the side of her husband, and
watching for any change in him. But I persuaded her to take a little
bread and a cup of cider.
When Barnaby came back, he brought with him a blackbird, a thrush,
and two wood-pigeons. He had not forgotten the tricks of his
boyhood, when he would often bring home a rabbit, a hare, or a
basket of trout. So that my chief terror, that we might be forced
to abandon our hiding-place through sheer hunger, was removed. But
Barnaby was full of all kinds of devices.
He then set to work with his great knife, cutting down a quantity of
green branches, which he laid out side by side, with their leaves
on, and then bound them together, cleverly interlacing the smaller
shoots and branches with each other, so that he made a long kind of
hurdle, about six feet high. This, which by reason of the leaves
was almost impervious to the wind, he disposed round the trunks of
three young trees growing near each other. Thus he made a small
three-cornered inclosure. Again, he cut other and thicker branches,
and laid them over and across this hurdle, and cut turf which he
placed upon the branches, so that here was now a hut with a roof and
walls complete. Said I not that Barnaby was full of devices?
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