Hereward, the Last of the EnglishKingsley, Charles
History
Hereward, the Last of the English
Kingsley, Charles
Great Britain -- History -- To 1066 -- Fiction
So they rose and fought: too late, it may be, and without unity or
purpose; and they were worsted by an enemy who had both unity and
purpose; whom superstition, greed, and feudal discipline kept together,
at least in England, in one compact body of unscrupulous and terrible
confederates.
But theirs was a land worth fighting for,--a good land and large: from
Humber mouth inland to the Trent and merry Sherwood, across to Chester
and the Dee, round by Leicester and the five burghs of the Danes;
eastward again to Huntingdon and Cambridge (then a poor village on the
site of an old Roman town); and then northward again into the wide
fens, the land of the Girvii and the Eormingas, “the children of the
peat-bog,” where the great central plateau of England slides into the
sea, to form, from the rain and river washings of eight shires, lowlands
of a fertility inexhaustible, because ever-growing to this day.
They have a beauty of their own, these great fens, even now, when they
are diked and drained, tilled and fenced,--a beauty as of the sea, of
boundless expanse and freedom. Much more had they that beauty eight
hundred years ago, when they were still, for the most part, as God had
made them, or rather was making them even then. The low rolling uplands
were clothed in primeval forest: oak and ash, beech and elm, with here
and there, perhaps, a group of ancient pines, ragged and decayed, and
fast dying out in England even then; though lingering still in the
forests of the Scotch highlands.
Between the forests were open wolds, dotted with white sheep and golden
gorse; rolling plains of rich though ragged turf, whether cleared by the
hand of man or by the wild fires which often swept over the hills.
And between the wood and the wold stood many a Danish “town,” with its
clusters of low straggling buildings round the holder’s house, stone or
mud below, and wood above; its high dikes round tiny fields; its flocks
of sheep ranging on the wold; its herds of swine in the forest; and
below, a more precious possession still,--its herds of mares and colts,
which fed with the cattle in the rich grass-fen.
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