The Swan and Her Crew: or The Adventures of Three Young Naturalists and Sportsmen on the Broads and Rivers of Norfolk — John Shaqi
The Swan and Her Crew: or The Adventures of Three Young Naturalists and Sportsmen on the Broads and Rivers of NorfolkDavies, G. Christopher (George Christopher)
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The Swan and Her Crew: or The Adventures of Three Young Naturalists and Sportsmen on the Broads and Rivers of Norfolk
Davies, G. Christopher (George Christopher)
Animals -- Juvenile fiction; Birds -- Juvenile fiction; Butterflies -- Juvenile fiction; Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Fishing -- Juvenile fiction; Flowers -- Juvenile fiction; Natural history -- Juvenile fiction; Outdoor life -- Juvenile ficti
Here and there amid the wide extent of marsh are large lakes or lagoons,
which are locally termed "broads." These are very numerous and many of
them very large. Most of them are connected with one or other of the
rivers. Those on the Yare, are Surlingham and Rockland Broads; on the
Bure, or connected with it by long dykes, are Filby and Ormesby Broads,
Walsham, Ranworth, Hoveton, Wroxham, Barton, Martham and Hickling
Broads, and Heigham Sounds. All these broads are full of fish, large
pike and perch, and shoals of enormous bream. They are all very shallow,
and are surrounded by dense aquatic vegetation, reeds, rushes, flags and
bulrushes, and these are the haunts of many rare birds, and swarm with
wild-fowl.
The great characteristic of this part of the county is its utter
loneliness and wildness, both qualities which are of especial interest
to the sportsman and naturalist. As it is also the most eastern county
of England, it is the first to receive many of the rarer migrants on
their passage to our shores, and more rare birds are caught there each
year than in any other part of our "tight little island."
It is on the shores of Hickling Broad, and on a bright December day,
the first of the Christmas holidays, that our story opens. A tall
large-limbed boy, about sixteen years of age, yellow-haired, and
blue-eyed, stands with his hands in his pockets, looking over the waste
of waters on which the wavelets are dancing before a fresh breeze. His
name is Frank Merivale, and he appears deep in thought.
The broad waters he is gazing over are lonely and deserted save for
occasional flights of wild-fowl, a marshman slowly pulling his boat
across, and a wherry (as a Norfolk sailing barge is called) beating to
windward along the broad, making very slow tacks to and fro, the reason
of which would not be apparent to one who did not know the broad. Why
does she not take long stretches which would take her more swiftly on
her course? The reason is this, the broad is not more than three feet
deep all over, save for a narrow channel in the middle, which is marked
out by posts at long intervals, and if the wherry forsook this channel
she would run aground.
The Norfolk wherries are of very peculiar build and graceful appearance.
They are long, low, and shallow, rather flat-bottomed, but fine and
sharp in the stem and stern, which gives them a good hold of the water.
They have one mast, stepped well forward and weighted at the foot so
that it can be lowered to pass under bridges, and be easily raised
again. This mast supports one immense sail, tanned black or red-brown.
They sail wonderfully fast, even rivalling the yachts in their speed,
and they can go very close to the wind. They are generally worked by two
men, who live and sleep in the little cabin astern.
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