The Smuggler: A Tale. Volumes I-IIIJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Smuggler: A Tale. Volumes I-III
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
England -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction; Kent (England) -- Fiction; Smugglers -- Fiction
As he advanced, however, the night grew darker and more dark; and a
fog began to rise, though not so thick as that of the night before.
Mowle muttered to himself, as he observed it creeping up the hill from
the side of the valley, "Ay, this is what the blackguards calculated
upon, and they are always sure to be right about the weather; but it
will serve my turn as well as theirs;" and on he went in the direction
of the castle, keeping the regular road by the side of the hill, and
eschewing especially the dwelling of Galley Ray and her grandson.
Born in that part of the country, and perfectly well prepared, both to
find his way about every part of the ruins, and to speak the dialect
of the county in its broadest accent, if he should be questioned, the
darkness was all that he could desire; and it was with pleasure that
he found the obscurity so deep that even he could not see the large
stones which at that time lay in the road, causing him to stumble more
than once as he approached the castle. He was in some hope, indeed, of
reaching the ruins before the smugglers began to assemble, and of
finding a place of concealment whence he could overhear their sayings
and doings; but in this expectation, he discovered, as he approached
the walls, that he should be disappointed; for in the open road
between the castle and the village, he found a number of horses tied,
and two men watching. He trudged on past them, however, with a slow
step and a slouching gait; and when one of the men called out, "Is
that you, Jack?" he answered, "Ay, ay!" without stopping.
At the gate of the court he heard a good many voices talking within;
and, it must be acknowledged, that, although as brave a man as ever
lived, he was not without a strong sense of the dangers of his
situation. But he suffered it not to master him in the least; and
advancing resolutely, he soon got the faint outline of several groups
of men--amounting in the whole to about thirty--assembled on the green
between the walls and the keep. Walking resolutely up to one of these
little knots, he looked boldly amongst the persons it comprised as if
seeking for somebody. Their faces could scarcely be distinguished; but
the voices of one or two who were talking together, showed him that
the group was a hazardous one, as it contained several of the most
notorious smugglers of the neighbourhood, who had but too good cause
to be well acquainted with his person and his tongue. He went on,
consequently, to the next little party, which he soon judged, from the
conversation he overheard, to be principally composed of strangers.
One man spoke of how they did those things in Sussex, and told of how
he had aided to haul up, Heaven knows how many bales of goods over the
bare face of the cliff between Hastings and Winchelsea. Judging,
therefore, that he was here in security, the officer attached himself
to this group, and, after a while, ventured to ask, "Do ye know what's
to be the hour, about?"
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