Utopias -- Fiction; Women -- Legal status, laws, etc. -- Fiction
Three days were thus expended. The excitement of the town was frightful.
Business was suspended, prayers were offered at all the churches every
morning, the men were most carefully kept from associating together,
constables patrolled in parties of four all night long, and continually
the post-girls came galloping along the roads bringing the news. 'They
are coming, they are coming!' Oh, what was the Government about? Could
they do nothing, then? What was the use of the Convict Wardens, unless
they were to be sent out to arrest the leaders, and shoot all who
refused to disband and disperse? But there were not wanting ominous
whispers among the crowds of wild talkers. What, it was asked, would
happen if the men did come? They would take the power into their own
hands. Very good. It could not be in worse hands than Lady
Dunstanburgh's. They would turn the women out of the Professions. Very
well, said the younger women. They only starved in the Professions; and
if the men were in power, they would have to find homes and food at
least for their sisters and wives. Let them come.
In three days Lord Chester was at Bishop-Stortford. Next, he was
reported to be encamped in Epping Forest. His cavalry had seized the
arsenal at Enfield, which, with carelessness incredible, had been left
in charge of two aged women. This gave him a dozen pieces of ordnance.
He was on the march from Epping; he was but a few miles from London;
contradictory rumours and reports of all kinds flew wildly about; he
was going to massacre, pillage, and plunder everything; he was afraid to
advance farther; he would destroy all the churches; he was restrained at
the last moment by respect for the faith in which he had been brought
up; his men had mutinied; his men clamoured to be led on London. All
these reports, and more, were whispered from one to the other. What was
quite certain was, that the Convict Wardens were all arrived, and were
under orders to march early in the morning. And it was also certain,
because girls who had ventured on the north roads had seen them, that
the rebels were encamped on Hampstead Heath, and it was said that they
were in high spirits--singing, dancing, and drinking. No one knew how
many they were--thousands upon thousands, and all armed.
There was little sleep in London during that night. The married women
remained at home to calm the excitement of the men, now getting beyond
their control. The unmarried women flocked by thousands to Hyde Park to
look at the tents of the Convict Wardens, now called the Army of
Avengers. In every tent eight men, more than a thousand tents; ten
thousand men; the fiercest, bravest, most experienced of men. What a
lesson, what a terrible lesson, would the rebels learn next morning!
CHAPTER XIII
THE NIGHT BEFORE THE BATTLE
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