The Young Cavalier: A Story of the Civil WarsWesterman, Percy F. (Percy Francis)
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The Young Cavalier: A Story of the Civil Wars
Westerman, Percy F. (Percy Francis)
Adventure stories; Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Juvenile fiction
If the rebels thought to starve us out, they were greatly
disappointed, for food there was, as I have said, in plenty. The
inaction told on the men's nerves more than anything else, and so,
partly in the hope of keeping them actively employed, and also for
the purpose of tricking our foes, Firestone ordered the garrison to
make a number of dummy men dressed in old buff coats, breastplates,
and steel caps.
These were shown just above the walls, and our men derived great
amusement by moving them slowly to and fro, while the rebels merely
wasted their ammunition.
Under the hail of musket bullets the windows of the great hall had
suffered considerably, the stained glass being shattered and the
delicate tracery splintered and chipped beyond repair. Thanks to the
stout oaken boards, however, none of the missiles entered the
apartment, though at times there was a continuous rattle like the
noise of a drum upon these serviceable barricades.
On the morning of the sixth day of the siege we sustained our first
casualty. A musketeer, one of the two farmers who had brought in the
news of the rebels' advance, was drawing water from the well in the
courtyard when a shot struck him in the forehead, laying him out dead
beside the bucket he had just raised.
From the nature and direction of the wound, 'twas evident the
Roundheads had opened a dropping fire with reduced charges, and for
the future none but mail-clad men were allowed to cross the
courtyard.
That night, in order to convince our foes that we had food in
abundance, we lowered ten sheep from the battlements to graze on the
scanty pasture between the wall and the moat, keeping the ropes still
fastened to them, so as to recover their carcases should any of the
animals be struck down by a chance shot. By this means we also
husbanded our supply of provender.
Granville, tired of the monotony of our position, next proposed that
we should make a sortie on the first favourable night, but to this I
would not agree, seeing that no good was likely to arise out of the
enterprise, though many valuable lives might be lost; but shortly
afterwards we had an episode that provided sufficient excitement to
satisfy my comrade's ardour.
It was a dark night. The rain beat down in blinding torrents, and,
exposed to the fury of the elements, our sentinels on the battlements
had a down-hearted task. Firestone, having had a very heavy day, was
fast asleep, but Granville and I determined to keep watch all night,
visiting the men at their posts at frequent intervals to prevent a
possible surprise.
We had discarded our defensive armour, and drawing our cloaks tightly
around our bodies, we ascended the battlements for the third time
that night.
At length we came to the lowest part of the walls, which here were
not more than thirty feet above the level of the moat, the inner edge
of which was not more than twenty feet from the base of the
stonework.
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