The Old Chelsea Bun-House: A Tale of the Last CenturyManning, Anne
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The Old Chelsea Bun-House: A Tale of the Last Century
Manning, Anne
England -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction
its Sling over our Heads, presented the Muzzle full at the Highwayman
who had not yet fired, and sprang out of the Coach with it; on which,
the Man galloped up the Bank, stooping low, so as to keep his Horse's
Neck between his Head and the Piece; at the same Time dropping his
Pistol, which was secured to his Waist by a leathern Strap. He called
to the Postilion who rode our third Horse, 'Drive on!' 'No, stop,'
cries the _Squire_, 'for I see another Coach coming up, which may
contain an unarmed Party!' The Highwayman, reiterating, 'Drive on!'
galloped across the Heath, followed by his two Companions; for a
_third_ had been at our first Horse's Head all the While. The _Squire_
continued levelling his Piece at them as long as they were within
Range, then took off his Hat, wiped his Head, and turned about to us
with a Look of Satisfaction. The other two Men, who all this While had
been as white as Death and as still as Stones, now cried, 'Well done,
_Squire_! we're much indebted to you!' while the outside Passengers
gave him three Cheers. He took mighty little Note of them, but stepped
up to the Coach that had now come up, which proved to contain the
Duke of _Newcastle_, who, being unarmed, was very glad to continue
his Journey in Company with us. Thus were three Desperadoes put to
flight by one energetic old Man! In another Hour we reached the Inn
where we were to dine, where the Duke parted Company with us. The
_Squire_ sat at the Head of the Table, and made me sit next him, and
insisted on pledging all the Ladies, to keep up our Courage. Every
body talked fast and ate fast too, as we were elated at our Escape
and pretty hungry. I should tell you, the fat Woman maintained that
her snappish little Puppy had thrown the Robber off his Guard; but
the _Squire_ shook his Head upon't. While fresh Horses were putting
to, a couple of Horsemen, apparently a Clergyman and his Servant,
rode into the Inn-Yard. The _Squire_, stepping out to them, related
what had just occurred, and cautioned them against crossing the Heath
unarmed. They thanked him, but told him they were two Police-Officers
in Disguise, and well armed in the Hope of Attack. In fact, as we have
since learnt, they were beset by the very Men who had assailed us,
and giving Chase to the Gang, who dispersed as wide as they could,
followed them all across the Country till they succeeded in capturing
two; one of whom swam his Horse across a River, but was taken on the
other Side. The _Squire_ has since been asked to appear against them,
but has declined, saying there is already sufficient Evidence, and he
has no Mind to swear away Lives that he spared when his Blood was hot.
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