Jack Hardy: A Story of English Smugglers in the Days of NapoleonStrang, Herbert
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Jack Hardy: A Story of English Smugglers in the Days of Napoleon
Strang, Herbert
Great Britain -- History -- 19th century -- Juvenile fiction; Sailors -- Juvenile fiction; Smugglers -- Juvenile fiction
He determined to make an expedition up the chimney on that third
evening, if circumstances proved favorable. After the evening meal of
bread and water he got Ben to use his strength in bending down the bars.
Then he crawled through and began to ascend. It was a tight fit. The
chimney was narrow; but Jack, never stout, had grown thin on the prison
fare, and he wormed his way up by the aid of projecting bricks left for
the chimney-sweep; those were the days of chimney climbing. The flue
was not very dirty; evidently no fires had been lighted below for a long
time.
He reached the top without mishap. There was no chimney-pot. Looking
cautiously out, showing as little of his head as possible, he saw the
sea rippling far below in the distance, shining ruddy in the glow of the
setting sun. A strong easterly breeze was blowing. To the right lay
the harbor and town. To the left were two sloops and three or four
praams; alongside the nearest sloop a coasting brig; then two fishing
smacks. A cable’s length from these lay the _Fury_, now apparently
refitted with new main- and topmasts, and eastward of her, a little
farther out, a lugger and another smack. Jack guessed that, besides the
_Fury_, only the sloops and the praams were likely to be armed with
cannon, though the lugger might carry a small gun.
The immediate surroundings of the château were out of sight, except to
his left, being screened by the parapet of the flat roof some feet away
from the chimney. Except at one point, where the roof of an outbuilding
rose nearly to the same elevation as the part where he was perched,
there was a sheer drop of fifteen feet from the top of the
chimney-stack.
It was a sloping roof, and Jack made up his mind to crawl down it until
he came to a chimney of the outbuilding, from which a thin spiral of
smoke was rising. But he waited until the dusk had deepened before he
thought it safe to emerge. Then he crept carefully down till he reached
the smoking chimney. The roof there was not quite as high as the other;
the drop was about five feet; and he guessed from the position that
below the chimney were the servants’ quarters. Two other chimneys beyond
were smoking; these, he thought, must belong to the rooms occupied by
the guard. The other chimneys, from which no smoke was rising, could
only be reached by dropping some twelve feet and climbing an equal
distance; and to do that would involve the risk of being seen or heard.
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