Winefred: A Story of the Chalk CliffsBaring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
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Winefred: A Story of the Chalk Cliffs
Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
English fiction
'To-day I saw that the cliff has parted under mother's cottage. The
rock is torn in half, and I climbed the crack from the beach to the
top. Where I went up you can go down. The crack is quite new and is
narrow. At the end it is choked with earth and stones. If you have
ropes you can lower the kegs and then steal away by the coast, and
by water to Beer. Then let the soldiers and the rest draw together;
they will take neither you nor what you are carrying. They will not
know what has become of you. No one knows of this hiding-place but
myself――there was none a week ago, only some cracking of the surface
that tumbled down our wall.'
The men consulted in an undertone.
'If the soldiers do come along the roads from all sides they will meet
to shake hands, that is all,' said Winefred. 'I should laugh to see
their faces.'
'The girl is right,' said Jack. 'Winefred, lead the way at once.'
Then again the men formed in line, and she, walking beside the young
man, headed the procession.
'But where is the captain?' she asked.
'No occasion to be alarmed about him,' answered Jack. 'Trust to his
cleverness. They can do nothing with him if he has nothing in his
carts. He is going, he will say, to fetch hay from Axmouth which he has
contracted to deliver at Lyme.'
Winefred led the way, partly along lanes, partly over hedges, through
gates, under the boughs of the young firs. She was fearless now; her
only care was not to stumble on any of the preventive men.
She laughed in her heart to think that she who had lectured Jack
against smuggling should herself be involved in one of these illegal
ventures. But what she was doing was not for the sake of gain, but in
discharge of a debt of gratitude.
Jack, however, was ill at ease. He did not relish the business on which
he was engaged, and he was drawn into it solely by obligations to his
father, who needed his services at the time, which was one of emergency.
As he walked along he considered the magnitude of the risks he ran,
imprisonment and its consequences, the closing against him of every
honourable profession.
Should he escape, then he was firmly resolved never again to engage in
such a transaction,――not, however, because of its danger, but because
it was repugnant to his tastes rather than not consonant with his
principles.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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