English literature -- England -- Lancashire; Legends -- England -- Lancashire
The mortar was ready charged, and they beheld Gideon, with a lighted
match, springing towards them. Several of the men drew aside in dismay;
but as Providence willed it, he was prevented from his purpose, the
light being struck from his hand, and himself tumbled backwards into a
deep and muddy ditch, extinguishing both light and life apparently
together. But he arose, and would have run a tilt at them in this
unsavoury condition, had he not been caught by one of his enemies, who
waggishly exclaimed--
"Let us yoke this great Amalekite to the gun. He'll help us well over
the ditch."
This goodly piece of advice was not neglected; and the unhappy Gideon,
fastened between two yoke-fellows, was dragged on by main force, the
hindmost threatening to shoot him if he made any resistance.
In vain did he cry out for vengeance upon them. His gods were deaf--no
miracle was wrought for his deliverance; and though he would have called
down fire from heaven upon his adversaries, the thunders he impiously
desired died harmless on his own tongue.
We again quote the words of the journal:--
"This action continued an houre, with the loss of two men on our part,
who, after they were mortally wounded, still fired upon the enemy, till
all retreating. What number of the enemy were slain it is not easy to
guesse. Besides the execuc'on done in their trenches, Capt. Farmours and
Capt. Rattcliffes reserves, w^th the best marksmen, played upon them
from the walls with much slaughter, as they quitt theire holds. Our men
brought in many armes, three drums, and but five prisoners, preserved by
Capt. Chisnall to show that he had mercy as well as valour. One of
theese was an assistant to their engineere, Browne, who discovered to us
the nature of their trench, in which they had laboured two monthes to
draw away our water. Theire first designe was to drayne and open our
springs, not considering theire rise from a higher ground south-east
from the house, w^ch must needs supply our deepe well, where-ever they
suncke their fall: this invenc'on faileing, they bringe up an open
trench in a worme work, the earth being indented or sawed for the
securitie of their myners, and the ditch two yards wide and three deepe
for the fall of the water.
"But now neither ditches nor aught els troubled our souldiers, theire
grand terror, the morter-peece, which had frighted 'em from theire meate
and sleepe, like a dead lyon, quyetely lying among 'em; everye one had
his eye and his foote upon him, shouteing and rejoiceing as merrily as
they used to doe w^th theire ale and bagpypes. Indeed ev'y one had this
apprehenc'on of the service, that the maine worke was done, and what was
yet behind but a meere pastime.
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