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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: True Stories of Wonderful Deeds + Pictures and Stories for Little Folk + +Author: Anonymous + +Release Date: July 16, 2007 [EBook #22080] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TRUE STORIES OF WONDERFUL DEEDS *** + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Thomas Strong, Fox in the Stars +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class="trans-note">Transcriber's Note: Obvious mis-spellings and printing errors have been + corrected. Table of Contents, List of Illustrations and page numbers, each of which is not included + in the original, are supplied. Illustration captions marked with ° are supplied. All other inconsistencies + are as in the original.</div> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center"><a name="image-1" id="image-1"><!-- Image 1 --></a> +<img src="images/cover1s.jpg" height="400" width="245" alt="BOOK COVER" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/cover1x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center"><a name="image-2" id="image-2"><!-- Image 2 --></a> +<img src="images/adverts.jpg" height="400" width="260" alt="ADVERTISEMENT" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/advertx.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center"><a name="image-3" id="image-3"><!-- Image 3 --></a> +<img src="images/il001s.jpg" height="250" width="500" alt="DECO ART" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il001x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<hr /> + +<p class="center"><a name="image-4" id="image-4"><!-- Image 4 --></a> +<img src="images/il002s.jpg" height="400" width="265" alt="TITLE PAGE" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il002x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<hr /> + +<a name="toc" id="toc"></a> +<h2 class="space">TABLE OF CONTENTS</h2> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Table of Contents" style="width: 80%;"> +<tr> +<td align='left' style="width: 80%;"> </td> +<td align='right' style="width: 20%;"><span class="smcap">page</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Royal Oak</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#oak">2</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Bonnie Prince Charlie</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#prince">5</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Nelson and Hardy</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#nelson">7</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Watt and the Kettle</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#watt">9</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Queen Victoria and her Soldiers</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#vic">11</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The Relief of Lucknow</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#luck">13</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Grace Darling</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#grace">15</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">David Livingstone</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#david">17</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The Battle of Waterloo</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#water">19</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The Charge of the Light Brigade</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#charge">22</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The Coronation of King Edward VII</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#ed">24</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">War</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#war">26</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">A Boy's Heroic Deeds</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#boy">28</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">A Cat's Extraordinary Leap</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#cat">31</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">A Brave Queen</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#brave">33</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">King Alfred and the Cakes</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#cakes">36</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Not Angles, but Angels</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#angels">38</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Hereward the Wake</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#wake">40</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Canute</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#canute">42</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The Brave Men of Calais</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#men">44</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Wat Tyler</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#wat">47</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Bruce and the Spider</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#bruce">50</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Richard and Blondel</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#blondel">53</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The White Ship</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#ship">55</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Joan of Arc</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#arc">57</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Afloat With A Tiger</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#tiger">59</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Queen Margaret and the Robbers</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#robbers">63</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">William Caxton</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#caxton">67</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Sir Philip Sidney</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#sir">69</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The "Revenge"</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#revenge">73</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The Pilgrim Fathers</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#pilgrim">75</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Guy Fawkes</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#guy">77</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Cromwell and his Ironsides</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#iron">79</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The Spanish Armada</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#armada">81</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The Defence of Lathom House</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#house">84</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The Outlawed Archers</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#archers">86</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Elizabeth and Raleigh</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#eandr">88</a></td> +</tr> +</table> + +<hr /> + +<a name="ill" id="ill"></a> +<h2>LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> + +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Table of Contents" style="width: 80%;"> +<tr> +<td align='left' style="width: 80%;"> </td> +<td align='right' style="width: 20%;"><span class="smcap">page</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">King Charles in Hiding</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">King Charles in the Oak</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_4">4</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Prince Charles at the Battle of Culloden</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_6">6</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Nelson on the "Victory" at Trafalgar</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Watching the Boiling Kettle</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Queen Victoria Visits Her Wounded Soldiers</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The Highlanders Entering Lucknow</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Grace Darling Rows Out to the Wreck</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The Meeting of Stanley and Livingstone</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_18">18</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">British Soldiers at the Battle of Waterloo</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The Charge of the Light Brigade</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Aftermath of Battle°</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">King Edward vii and Queen Alexandria</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Spying on Indians°</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Saved from the Flood</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Queen Boadicea</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Queen Boadicea and Her Soldiers</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">King Alfred Forgets the Cakes</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The English Prisoners at Rome</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Hereward and His Men Attack the Normans</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Canute Orders the Tide to Stop</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Queen Phillipa Pleads for the Men of Calais</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The Men of Calais Are Spared°</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Wat Tyler°</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Young King Richard Quells the Rebellion</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Bruce Watching the Spider</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Richard Lion Heart Fighting in the Holy Land</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Blondel Sings Beneath Richard's Window</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_54">54</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Prince William Returns to Save His Sister</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Joan at the Head of the Army</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Afloat with a Tiger°</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The Robbers Discover Queen Margaret and the Prince</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_64">64</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The Robber Brings Help to Queen Margaret</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_66">66</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Caxton in His Printing Shop</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Sir Philip Sidney°</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_69">69</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Martyred for Praying°</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Sir Philip Sidney and the Dying Soldier</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_72">72</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Death of Sir Richard Grenville°</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_74">74</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The Pilgrim Fathers Entering the New World</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_76">76</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The Arrest of Guy Fawkes</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_78">78</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Cromwell Leads His Ironsides to Battle</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_80">80</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Drake is told that the Armada is Approaching</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_82">82</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The Little "Revenge" Fights Fifty Spanish Galleons</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">The Countess Receives the Banners</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_85">85</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Cloudsey Shoots an Apple from the Head of His Son°</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Raleigh Spreads His Cloak Before Elizabeth</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#Page_89">89</a></td> +</tr> +</table> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-5" id="image-5"><!-- Image 5 --></a> +<img src="images/il003s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="265" alt="King Charles in Hiding" title="King Charles in Hiding" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il003x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">King Charles in Hiding</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="oak" id="oak"></a><b>The Royal Oak</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p> + +<p>There is in Shropshire a fine oak-tree which the +country people there call the "Royal Oak". They +say it is the great-grandson, or perhaps the great-great-grandson +of another fine old oak, which more than two +hundred years ago stood on the same spot, and served once +as a shelter to an English king. This king was Charles II, +the son of the unlucky Charles I who had his head cut off +by his subjects because he was a weak and selfish ruler.</p> + +<p>On the very day on which that unhappy king lost his +head, the Parliament passed a law forbidding anyone to make +his son, Prince Charles of Wales, or any other person, king +of England. But the Scottish people did not obey this law. +They persuaded the young prince to sign a paper, solemnly +promising to rule the country as they wished; then they +crowned him king. As soon as the Parliament heard of +this they sent Cromwell and his Ironsides against the newly-crowned +king and his followers, and after several battles +the Scottish army was at last broken up and scattered at +Worcester.</p> + +<p>Charles fled and hid in a wood, where some poor +wood-cutters took care of him and helped him. He put on +some of their clothes, cut his hair short, and stained his face +and hands brown so that he might appear to be a sunburnt +workman like them. But it was some time before he +could escape from the wood, for Cromwell's soldiers were +searching it in the hope of finding some of the king's men. +One day, Charles and two of his friends had to climb into +the tall oak to avoid being caught. They had with them<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span> +some food, which proved very useful, for they were obliged to +stay in their strange hiding-place for a whole day. The top +of the oak-tree had been cut off some few years before this +time, and this had made the lower branches grow thick and +bushy, so that people walking below could not easily see +through them. It was a fortunate thing for Charles, for +while he was in the tree, he heard the soldiers beating the +boughs and bushes in the wood as they searched here and +there, and even caught glimpses of them through the leaves +as they rode about below.</p> + +<p>When they had gone, without even glancing up into +the tall oak-tree, he came down, and rode away from the +wood on an old mill-horse, with his friends the wood-cutters +walking beside him to take care of him as best they could. +The saddle was a poor one, and the horse's pace jolted +Charles so much, that at last he cried out that he had never +seen so bad a steed. At this the owner of the horse jestingly +told him that he should not find fault with the poor animal, +which had never before carried the weight of three kingdoms +upon its back. He meant, of course, that Charles was king +of the three kingdoms of England, and Scotland, and Ireland.</p> + +<p>Carried by the old horse, and helped by the poor wood-cutters, +Charles at last reached the house of a friend. Here +he hid for a time, and then went on to try and escape from +the country. This time, so that he might not be discovered, +he was dressed as a servant, and rode on horseback, with +a lady sitting on a cushion behind him, as was then the +fashion. After several more dangers he managed to get on +board a ship and sailed away to France.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-6" id="image-6"><!-- Image 6 --></a> +<img src="images/il006s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="270" alt="KING CHARLES IN THE OAK" title="KING CHARLES IN THE OAK" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il006x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">KING CHARLES IN THE OAK</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="prince" id="prince"></a><b>Bonnie Prince Charlie</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p> + +<p>Prince Charlie was the grandson of King James +II, who was driven away from the throne of England +because he was a selfish man and a bad ruler. The young +prince tried to win the crown back again. He came over +to Scotland from France, with only seven followers; but soon +a great many of the Scots joined him, for he was so gay, and +handsome, and friendly, that all who saw him loved him. +They called him "Bonnie Prince Charlie". But though +the prince and his followers were very brave, they had no +chance against the well-trained soldiers of King George of +England. They won a few victories; then they were +thoroughly beaten in the battle of Culloden. Thousands +of brave Scots were slain, and the prince had to fly for +his life.</p> + +<p>After this, for many weeks, he hid among the moors and +mountains from the English soldiers who were trying to find +him. He lived in small huts, or in caves, and many times +had nothing but the wild berries from the woods to eat. +Once he stayed for three weeks with a band of robbers, who +were very kind to him; and though the king offered a large +sum of money to anyone who would give him up, not one +of his poor friends was false to him.</p> + +<p>At last, a young and beautiful Scottish lady, named +Flora MacDonald, helped him to escape. She gave him +woman's clothes, and pretended that he was her servant, +called Betty Burke. Then she took him with her away +from the place where the soldiers were searching, and after +a time he reached the sea, and got safely away to France.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-7" id="image-7"><!-- Image 7 --></a> +<img src="images/il008s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="275" alt="PRINCE CHARLIE AT THE BATTLE OF CULLODEN" title="PRINCE CHARLIE AT THE BATTLE OF CULLODEN" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il008x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">PRINCE CHARLIE AT THE BATTLE OF CULLODEN</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="nelson" id="nelson"></a><b>Nelson and Hardy</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p> + +<p>Lord Nelson was one of the greatest seamen that +ever lived. He commanded the British fleet at the +battle of Trafalgar, when the navies of France and Spain +were beaten, and England was saved from a great danger. +He did not look like a famous admiral on board his ship, the +<i>Victory</i>, that day. He was a small man, and his clothes +were shabby. He had lost one arm and one eye in battle; +but with the eye which remained he could see more than +most men with two, and his brain was busy planning the +course of the coming fight. Just before it began, he went over +his ship, giving orders to the crew, and cheering them with +kind words, which touched the hearts of the rough men, who +loved their leader and were proud of him. "England expects +every man to do his duty" was the last message he sent them. +Every man did his duty nobly that day, though the battle +was fierce and long; but it was the last fight of the brave +commander. He was shot in the back as he walked the +deck with his friend Captain Hardy, and was carried below.</p> + +<p>He lay dying for several hours, but, in spite of his great +pain, his one thought was of the battle. "How goes the +day with us?" he asked of Hardy; and when told that many +of the enemies' ships were taken, he cried eagerly, "I am +glad. Whip them, Hardy, as they have never been whipped +before." Later, when his friend came to tell him that the +victory was won, Nelson pressed his hand. "Good-bye, +Hardy!" said he, "I have done my duty, and I thank God +for it." These were the last words of one of England's +bravest sons.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-8" id="image-8"><!-- Image 8 --></a> +<img src="images/il010s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="270" alt="NELSON ON THE VICTORY AT TRAFALGAR" title="NELSON ON THE VICTORY AT TRAFALGAR" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il010x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">NELSON ON THE "VICTORY" AT TRAFALGAR</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="watt" id="watt"></a><b>Watt and the Kettle</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span></p> + +<p>There was once a little Scotch boy named James +Watt. He was not a strong child, and could not +always run and play with other boys, but had often to +amuse himself at home. One holiday afternoon little James +amused himself in this way. He held a saucer over the +stream of steam which came from the spout of a boiling +kettle, and as he watched he saw little drops of water +forming on the saucer. He thought this was very strange, +and wondered why it happened, for he did not know that +steam is just water changed in form by the heat, and that as +soon as it touches something cold it turns again into water. +He asked his aunt to explain it, but she only told him not to +waste his time. If she could have foreseen the work which +her nephew would do when he became a man, she would +not have thought he was wasting his time.</p> + +<p>When James Watt grew up, he was as much interested +in steam and its wonderful power, as he had been as a boy. +He was sure it could be made of great service to men. It was +already used for driving engines, but the engines were not +good, and it cost much money to work them. Watt thought +they could be improved, but it was long before he found out +the way to do this. Often, he sat by the fire watching the +lid of the kettle as it was made to dance by the steam, and +thinking of many plans; and at last a happy thought came +to him. His plan enabled great improvements to be made +in the working of engines, and now steam drives our trains +and ships, our mills and factories, and is one of our most +useful servants.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-9" id="image-9"><!-- Image 9--></a> +<img src="images/il012s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="270" alt="WATCHING THE BOILING KETTLE" title="WATCHING THE BOILING KETTLE" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il012x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">WATCHING THE BOILING KETTLE</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="vic" id="vic"></a><b>Queen Victoria and her Soldiers</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p> + +<p>Queen Victoria was always proud of her brave +soldiers. In time of war, she gave orders that news +of them was to be sent to her every day, and when the +generals returned home, they were commanded to visit her, +and to tell her of the bravery of the troops.</p> + +<p>During the long war with the Russians in the Crimea, +the British soldiers suffered greatly from the freezing winds, +and rain, and snow, of that cold land. When Queen +Victoria heard of this, she and her children worked with +their own hands to make warm clothing for them. A great +many of the wounded and sick men were sent home in ships, +to be nursed in the English hospitals, and the Queen paid +several visits to the poor fellows as they lay there. Moving +from one bed to another, she cheered them with hopeful +words, and listened gladly to their stories of the battles in +which they had fought. When she saw that the hospitals +were crowded, and not very comfortable, she told Parliament +that better ones ought to be provided, and after a time this +was done, and the fine hospital of Netley was built, of which +the Queen laid the first stone.</p> + +<p>Once, Queen Victoria herself gave medals to some +wounded and disabled soldiers who had fought very bravely. +Some of these men could not raise their arms to salute their +queen; some could not walk, but had to be wheeled in chairs +to her side; but all were proud to receive their medals of +honour from her hands.</p> + +<p>"Noble fellows," she wrote of them afterwards, "I feel +as if they were my own children."</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-10" id="image-10"><!-- Image 10--></a> +<img src="images/il014s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="280" alt="QUEEN VICTORIA VISITS HER WOUNDED SOLDIERS" title="QUEEN VICTORIA VISITS HER WOUNDED SOLDIERS" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il014x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">QUEEN VICTORIA VISITS HER WOUNDED SOLDIERS</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="luck" id="luck"></a><b>The Relief of Lucknow</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p> + +<p>During the time of the terrible Indian Mutiny, when +most of the native troops rose against their British +rulers, and vowed to kill every white person in the land, +many cruel deeds were done. A great number of white +people were slain before the British troops could come to +their rescue, but in some places they managed to hold out +until help reached them. This was the case in the city of +Lucknow, where the British governor with a small body +of troops, and a great many women and children, took refuge +in the Government House from a vast host of rebels who +came to attack them. Many of the brave defenders were +killed by the shot and shell of the enemy. Many others, +and especially the little children, fell sick and died, for the +heat was very great, and there was no good water to be +had. Then, after many days, a small body of white +soldiers fought their way into the city, and brought help and +hope to the rest of the party. They were only just in time. +Had they come a few days later they would have found the +Government House a heap of ruins, and their friends dead, +for the rebels were making a mine under the building and +meant to blow it up with gunpowder. But alas! the newcomers +were not strong enough to fight their way out of +Lucknow with a crowd of helpless women and children and +sick folk, so they, too were now shut in. For two months +longer they held out. Then at last, when they had almost lost +hope, the great Sir Colin Campbell with his brave Highlanders +and other soldiers defeated the rebels, and brought the band +of sick, starving, and weary people safely away.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-11" id="image-11"><!-- Image 11--></a> +<img src="images/il016s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="265" alt="THE HIGHLANDERS ENTERING LUCKNOW" title="THE HIGHLANDERS ENTERING LUCKNOW" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il016x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">THE HIGHLANDERS ENTERING LUCKNOW</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="grace" id="grace"></a><b>Grace Darling</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span></p> + +<p>On a small rocky island, off the north coast of England, +there is a lighthouse. A man named William Darling +was once keeper of this lighthouse, and his daughter Grace +lived with him. Every day Grace Darling helped her father +to trim the lamps, so that at night they might shine brightly, +and warn sailors to steer their ships away from the dangerous +rocks, upon which they would have been dashed to pieces.</p> + +<p>One stormy night Grace woke with the sound of screams +in her ears. The screams came from the sea, so she knew +that some ship must be in distress. She roused her father, +but they could see nothing in the darkness. When daylight +came, they found that a ship had been wrecked upon the +rocks some way off, and a few people were clinging to the +masts. Grace wished to go at once in a boat to save them; +but at first her father hung back, for the wind and sea were +wild, and he feared that the small boat would be overturned +by the great waves. Then Grace ran to the boat, and seized +an oar, for she could not bear to let the poor men die without +trying to save them; and the father could not let his brave, +daughter go alone, so he followed, and they rowed off.</p> + +<p>It was hard work pulling against the strong sea, and +several times the small boat was almost sunk. But at last +it reached the wreck, and William Darling managed to land +upon the rock, and with great care and skill helped the +half-frozen people into the small boat. Then they were +taken to the lighthouse, where Grace warmed and fed +them, until the storm ceased, and they could return to their +homes.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-12" id="image-12"><!-- Image 12--></a> +<img src="images/il018s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="280" alt="GRACE DARLING ROWS OUT TO THE WRECK" title="GRACE DARLING ROWS OUT TO THE WRECK" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il018x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">GRACE DARLING ROWS OUT TO THE WRECK</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="david" id="david"></a><b>David Livingstone</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p> + +<p>At one time many people believed that the middle of Africa +was a sandy desert, where nothing could live but camels +and ostriches. But they were mistaken. The great traveller, +David Livingstone, journeyed into this unknown country, and +he found that it was not a desert but a beautiful land, where +many tribes of black people dwelt. He also saw that these +people were often seized by strangers, and taken away to be +sold as slaves. This sight filled him with sadness, and he +made up his mind to put a stop to this cruel traffic. He +worked hard, tracing the courses of the rivers, finding the +best tracts of land, and teaching the natives. Then he urged +his countrymen to send others after him to settle in this fair +country, to help the natives to learn useful trades, and to +drive away the slave-merchants.</p> + +<p>For some years he was quite alone, with his black servants, +in the midst of this wild land. His friends grew anxious, +and sent Mr. Stanley, another great traveller, to look for +him. Stanley marched for nearly a year before he found +Livingstone. The old explorer was white and worn with +sickness and hardship, and he was overjoyed to clasp once +more the hand of a white man, and to hear again the English +tongue. But he would not return to England. He said +his work was not yet done, and he set out once more on his +travels. It was his last journey. One morning his servants +found him dead upon his bed. Since that time much has +been done to make Central Africa a prosperous land. Other +white men have followed where Livingstone led, and wherever +they have settled, the wicked slave-trade has been stopped.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-13" id="image-13"><!-- Image 13--></a> +<img src="images/il020s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="275" alt="THE MEETING OF STANLEY AND LIVINGSTONE" title="THE MEETING OF STANLEY AND LIVINGSTONE" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il020x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">THE MEETING OF STANLEY AND LIVINGSTONE</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="water" id="water"></a><b>The Battle of Waterloo</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p> + +<p>Fields of waving corn, green woods, fruitful orchards, +a pretty farmhouse and a few cottages—such was the +plain of Waterloo. And there, on a summer Sunday, +nearly a hundred years ago, was fought a famous battle, in +which the British troops under the Duke of Wellington +beat the French army, and broke the power of the great +Napoleon for ever.</p> + +<p>"We have them," cried Napoleon as he saw the British +drawn up before him. He thought it would be easy to +destroy this army, so much smaller than his own, before +their friends the Prussians, who were on the way to help +them, came up. But he was mistaken. Wellington had +placed his foot-soldiers in squares, and though the French +horsemen, then the finest soldiers in the world, charged +again and again, these little clumps of brave men stood +fast. On his favourite horse "Copenhagen", Wellington +rode to and fro cheering his men. "Stand firm, my lads," +cried he. "What will they say to this in England?"</p> + +<p>Not till evening, when the Prussians came, would he +allow them to charge the French in their turn. Then, +waving his cocked hat over his head, he gave the order, +"The whole line will advance", and the impatient troops +dashed forward. The French bravely tried to stand against +this terrific charge, but they were beaten back, and the battle +of Waterloo was ended.</p> + +<p>Sixty thousand men lay dead or wounded under the fruit-trees, +and among the trampled corn and grass at the end of +that terrible day.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-14" id="image-14"><!-- Image 14--></a> +<img src="images/il022s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="275" alt="BRITISH SOLDIERS AT THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO" title="BRITISH SOLDIERS AT THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il022x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">BRITISH SOLDIERS AT THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-15" id="image-15"><!-- Image 15--></a> +<img src="images/il023s.jpg" class="png" height="300" width="500" alt="THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE" title="THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il023x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="charge" id="charge"></a><b>The Charge of the Light Brigade</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span></p> + +<p>Forward the Light!</p> + +<p>Such was the order given during a great battle to +the leader of a band of six hundred British soldiers. +Forward! And there in front was a line of cannon ready +to shoot them down as they came, while on the hills on +either side of the valley were the guns and riflemen of the +Russians.</p> + +<p>"Surely someone has blundered! My men are sent +to certain death," thought the leader of the Light Brigade.</p> + +<p>"Forward! Attack!"</p> + +<p>The order was repeated, and with the obedience of well-trained +soldiers the Brigade started.</p> + +<p><span style="margin-left: 15em;">"Theirs not to make reply,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 15.4em;">Theirs not to reason why,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 15.4em;">Theirs but to do and die:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 15.4em;">Into the valley of Death</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 15.4em;">Rode the six hundred."</span></p> + +<p>On every side thundered the enemy's guns, and shot +and shell fell thick and fast, but on through all rode the +brave horsemen, on till they reached the cannon at the end +of the valley. The smoke of the enemy's fire closed round +and hid them from their watching comrades, but now and +again the scarlet lines could be seen cutting down those +who tried to stop their charge.</p> + +<p><span style="margin-left: 15em;">"Flashed all their sabres bare,<br /></span> +<span style="margin-left: 15.4em;">Flashed as they turned in air,<br /></span> +<span style="margin-left: 15.4em;">Sabring the gunners there,<br /></span> +<span style="margin-left: 15.4em;">Charging an army, while<br /></span> +<span style="margin-left: 15.4em;">All the world wonder'd."</span></p><br /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-16" id="image-16"><!-- Image 16--></a> +<img src="images/il026s.jpg" class="png" height="300" width="500" alt="AFTERMATH OF BATTLE°" title="AFTERMATH OF BATTLE°" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il026x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">AFTERMATH OF BATTLE°</p><br /> + +<p>And then only, when the strange order had been obeyed, +when their duty had been nobly done in the face of death, +did the Light Brigade—all that was left of it—turn to ride +back. Alas! there were not then six hundred. Barely two +hundred brave men, wounded, and blackened by smoke and +powder, reached the British camp. The rest of the noble +band lay dead or dying in the valley of Death.</p> + +<p><span style="margin-left: 15em;">"When can their glory fade?<br /></span> +<span style="margin-left: 15.4em;">O the wild charge they made!<br /></span> +<span style="margin-left: 15.4em;">All the world wonder'd.<br /></span> +<span style="margin-left: 15.4em;">Honour the charge they made!<br /></span> +<span style="margin-left: 15.4em;">Honour the Light Brigade,<br /></span> +<span style="margin-left: 15.4em;">Noble six hundred!"</span></p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="ed" id="ed"></a>The Coronation of King Edward VII</h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p> + +<p>Never had a country a more popular king than +King Edward VII, nor a more gracious queen than +Queen Alexandra, and never was a happier day for the +English people than that on which King Edward was +crowned. A few days before the date fixed for the Coronation +the king suddenly became ill, and a great gloom fell over the +country, for it was feared that he might never be crowned. +But though his illness was severe he soon began to get better, +and when he was out of danger the hearts of his subjects were +filled with joy and thankfulness. Guns were fired, church-bells +pealed, and glad shouts and cheers rang out from the +happy crowds which lined the streets of London, through +which the king and queen, in the midst of their gay +procession, drove to Westminster Abbey.</p> + +<p>Inside the gray old Abbey was one of the most brilliant +gatherings the world has ever seen. Princes and princesses +from other lands were there, in their robes of state; peers and +peeresses, in velvet, and ermine, and glittering diamonds; +grave statesmen; and soldiers in their gay uniforms.</p> + +<p>It was a grand and solemn scene when, before them all, +the aged Archbishop of Canterbury drew near to the King, +and with trembling hands placed the crown upon his head.</p> + +<p>"The Lord give you a fruitful country, and healthful +seasons, victorious fleets and armies, and a quiet Empire." +These are the words that the old man said when he had +crowned the king, and each one of us will pray that all +these blessings may indeed rest upon King Edward VII, +and the great Empire over which he rules.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-17" id="image-17"><!-- Image 17--></a> +<img src="images/il028s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="280" alt="KING EDWARD VII AND QUEEN ALEXANDRA" title="KING EDWARD VII AND QUEEN ALEXANDRA" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il028x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">KING EDWARD VII AND QUEEN ALEXANDRA</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="war" id="war"></a><b>WAR.</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p> + +<p><span style="margin-left: 15em;">Over the broad, fair valley,<br /></span> +<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Filling the heart with fear,<br /></span> +<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Comes the sound of tramping horses,<br /></span> +<span style="margin-left: 15em;">And the news of danger near.</span></p> + +<p><span style="margin-left: 15em;">'Tis the enemy approaching,<br /></span> +<span style="margin-left: 15em;">One can hear the muffled drum,<br /></span> +<span style="margin-left: 15em;">And the marching of the soldiers,<br /></span> +<span style="margin-left: 15em;">As on and on they come.</span></p> + +<p><span style="margin-left: 15em;">Soon the air is rent in sunder,<br /></span> +<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Bullets flying sharp and fast,<br /></span> +<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Many stout hearts fail and tremble,<br /></span> +<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Every moment seems their last.</span></p> + +<p><span style="margin-left: 15em;">On the ground lie dead and dying,<br /></span> +<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Young and old alike must fall;<br /></span> +<span style="margin-left: 15em;">None to come and aid the sufferer,<br /></span> +<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Fight they must for freedom's call.</span></p> + +<p><span style="margin-left: 15em;">Many are the anxious loved ones<br /></span> +<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Praying for the war to cease,<br /></span> +<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Waiting for the right to conquer,<br /></span> +<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Bringing freedom, rest, and peace.</span></p> + +<p><span style="margin-left: 30em;">E.S.</span></p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-18" id="image-18"><!-- Image 18--></a> +<img src="images/il030s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="285" alt="SPYING ON INDIANS°" title="SPYING ON INDIANS°" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il030x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">SPYING ON INDIANS°</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="boy" id="boy"></a><span class="smcap">A Boy's Heroic Deeds.</span></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p> + +<p>May 31st, 1889, is a day that will long be remembered with +horror by the people in the beautiful valley of the Conemaugh, +in Pennsylvania. On that date occurred the +terrible disaster which is known to the world and will be named in +history as the "Johnstown Flood."</p><br /> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-19" id="image-19"><!-- Image 19--></a> +<img src="images/il032s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="315" alt="SAVED FROM THE FLOOD." title="SAVED FROM THE FLOOD." /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il032x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">SAVED FROM THE FLOOD.</p><br /> + +<p>For many days previous to that date it had been raining hard, +and great floods extended over a vast region of country in Pennsylvania, +New York and the District of Columbia. Never before had +there been such a fall of rain in that region within the memory of +the oldest inhabitant. The waters in the river and creeks of that +beautiful valley rose rapidly and overflowed their banks, while the +people looked on in wonder, but seemingly not in fear. Suddenly +there appeared to their wondering gaze a great bay horse galloping +at break-neck speed and bearing a rider who waved his hands to them +and cried: "South Fork dam will burst. To the hills for your lives." +Only a few heeded his words of warning, while many mocked and +jeered. On dashed the rider to warn still others of the impending +danger, and, alas, to be himself and horse dashed to death by the massive +timbers of a falling bridge. South Fork dam did break, and the +mighty waters of Conemaugh Lake were hurled with resistless force +upon the doomed people of that beautiful valley. The terrible details +of the appalling disaster would fill several volumes larger than this. On +rushed the mighty waters, sweeping onward in their flood dwellings, +churches and buildings of every description, whether of wood, brick or +stone, until Johnstown was reached and destroyed. The town was +literally lifted from its foundations. Thousands of men, women and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span> +children were caught up and swirled away in the pitiless flood, and their +agonizing but vain appeals for help could be heard amidst the mighty +roar of the waters. Many acts of heroism were performed by brave +men and women—yes, and boys—in rescuing victims of the flood. +Only one of them concerns us here. Charles Hepenthal, a schoolboy, +seventeen years of age, who was on his way to Bellefonte from his +home at East Liberty, Pa., on the evening of the flood, stood quietly +among the passengers on the express train, as they crowded to view +the terrible havoc done by the flood. As the flood reached the +train, at Sang Hollow, a small frame house came pitching down +the mad tide, an eddy floated it in, near to the train, so close that +the wailing cries of an infant were heard, piercing their way through +the roar. Charles Hepenthal's heart was touched and his courage +was equal to the emergency. He determined to rescue that little +wailing waif from a watery grave. Strong men urged him to desist, +insisting that he would only sacrifice his own life for nothing—that +it was impossible for any one to survive in the surging waters. But +the boy was resolved. He cut the bell cord from the cars, tied it +fast to his body, and out into the whirling gulf he went; he gained +the house, secured the infant and returned through the maddened +waters with the rescued babe in his arms. A shout went up from the +passengers on the train. "Wait!" he cried; "there is still another +in the house, I must save her!" and, seizing a plank to use as a support, +he plunged again into the surging waters. Ah! his struggle +this time was harder, for his precious load was heavy. In the floating +house on his first visit he found a little girl, apparently ten years old, +disrobed and kneeling beside her bed, on which lay the screaming +infant, praying to her Father in heaven to save her and her baby +brother from the fury of the flood. "God has heard my prayer," she +cried, as Charles entered the door. "Oh, save the baby, quick," and +then fainted away on the floor. When Charles had landed the babe<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span> +in safety and returned again for the girl, he found her still unconscious +on the floor, and the water was fast flowing in at the door. In +another minute she would have been drowned. But the brave boy's +manly arms were soon around her, and with his precious load the +young hero fought his way back to land and was given three times +three cheers and a "tiger" by the passengers of the day express.</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="cat" id="cat"></a><span class="smcap">A Cat's Extraordinary Leap.</span></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> + +<p>In the latter part of 1880, at a time when the Washington monument +had reached a height of 160 feet, an adventurous and patriotic +cat ascended the interior of the shaft by means of the ropes and +tubing. When the workmen arrived at the upper landing the next +morning, and began to prepare for the day's work, pussy took fright +and, springing to the outer edge, took a "header" of 160 feet to the +hard earth below. In the descent which was watched closely by two +score of men, the cat spread herself out like a flying squirrel and +alighted on all fours. After turning over on the ground a few times +in a dazed manner, she prepared to leave the grounds and had gotten +almost beyond the shadow of the monument, when a dog belonging +to one of the workmen pounced upon her and killed her, she, of +course, not being in her best running trim, after performing such an +extraordinary feat. One of the men procured the body of the dead +feline, smoothed out her silky coat, and turned the remains over to a +representative of the Smithsonian Institution, who mounted the skin +and placed it under a glass case. The label on the case tells this +wonderful story in a few words: "This cat on September 23, 1880, +jumped from the top of Washington's monument and lived.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-20" id="image-20"><!-- Image 20--></a> +<img src="images/il035s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="320" alt="Queen Boadicea" title="Queen Boadicea" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il035x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">Queen Boadicea</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="brave" id="brave"></a><b>A Brave Queen</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p> + +<p>Long ago, when this country was a wild land, there lived +a beautiful and brave queen named Boadicea.</p> + +<p>Her husband, the king, was dead, but she had two +daughters whom she loved very much.</p> + +<p>Boadicea was queen of a part of Britain. There were +no large towns in her land, but there were forests of fine +trees, and fields of corn, and wide stretches of grass-land +where many cattle and sheep roamed and fed.</p> + +<p>Her people were called Iceni. They were tall and +strong, with blue eyes and yellow hair. The men were +brave fighters and good hunters. They hunted the bears +and wolves which lived in the forests, and they fought the +foes of their beautiful queen.</p> + +<p>They made spears to fight with, and strange carts called +war-chariots to fight in. These chariots were drawn by +swift horses, and, upon the wheels, long sharp knives were +fixed. The Iceni drove the chariots very fast among their +foes, and the knives cut down and killed many of them.</p> + +<p>The Romans from over the sea were the most dangerous +enemies of Boadicea and her people.</p> + +<p>In those days the Romans were the best fighters, and +the strongest and wisest people in the world. They came in +ships to Britain. They had been told that it was a good +country, and they hoped to take it for themselves. Some +of them came to Boadicea's land, and took a part of it +and of her riches. And when she tried to stop them from +doing this, they seized her and the two princesses and beat +them cruelly.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p> + +<p>This wicked act made the Iceni very angry. From all +parts of the land, fierce fighting-men came marching in haste +to avenge themselves on their enemies, bringing with them +their spears and their war-chariots. When all were gathered +together, they fell upon the Romans.</p> + +<p>There were so many of them, and they were so fierce, +that the Romans could not stand against them. Thousands +were killed, and the rest ran away to their ships.</p> + +<p>But there were many more Romans in other parts of +Britain, and when these heard how their friends had been +beaten, they came marching in haste to punish the Iceni.</p> + +<p>The Iceni did their best to get ready to defend themselves, +but many of their brave men had been slain and others +were wounded and weary, so they could not hope again to +win a victory over their strong foes. Before the battle, +Queen Boadicea, with her fair hair waving in the wind, +stood before her soldiers and spoke to them. She told +them of the wrong which the Romans had done, and begged +them to fight bravely for their country. Then she got into +her chariot, and with her daughters lying at her feet, drove +to and fro, so that all might see them.</p> + +<p>And the soldiers shouted, and promised to fight to the +end for their brave queen.</p> + +<p>They did fight long and bravely, until most of them +were killed, but their foes were too strong for them. When +Queen Boadicea saw that her brave soldiers were beaten, +she drank some poison which killed her. She thought it +better to die than to be again taken prisoner by the cruel +Romans.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-21" id="image-21"><!-- Image 21--></a> +<img src="images/il038s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="275" alt="QUEEN BOADICEA AND HER SOLDIERS" title="QUEEN BOADICEA AND HER SOLDIERS" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il038x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">QUEEN BOADICEA AND HER SOLDIERS</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="cakes" id="cakes"></a><b>King Alfred and the Cakes</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></p> + +<p>Once, when good King Alfred of England was forced +to flee from his strong foes the Danes, he hid himself +in a wood. In this wood, there was a small cottage, and +Alfred asked the woman who lived there if he might go in +and rest.</p> + +<p>Now the woman did not know the king, but she saw +that he was an English soldier, and that he was very tired, +so she let him come in and sit in her kitchen.</p> + +<p>Upon the hearth before the fire, some cakes were baking, +and the woman told the stranger that if he watched them, +and took care that they did not burn, she would give him +some supper. Then she went away to do her work.</p> + +<p>At first, King Alfred watched the cakes carefully; when +they were well cooked on one side he turned the other to the +fire. But, after a time, he began to think of his country, and +of his poor people, and then he forgot his task.</p> + +<p>When the woman came back, the cakes were black and +burnt. "You are an idle fellow," cried she angrily. "You +would be quite ready to eat the cakes, but you will not take +the trouble to watch them."</p> + +<p>While she was loudly scolding, her husband came home. +He knew King Alfred. "Hush, wife!" cried he. "It is +our noble lord the king!"</p> + +<p>When the woman heard this, she was much afraid, and +she begged Alfred to forgive her.</p> + +<p>The king smiled, and said: "I will gladly forgive you +for your scolding, good wife, if you will forgive me for +spoiling your supper."</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-22" id="image-22"><!-- Image 22--></a> +<img src="images/il040s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="270" alt="KING ALFRED FORGETS THE CAKES" title="KING ALFRED FORGETS THE CAKES" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il040x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">KING ALFRED FORGETS THE CAKES</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="angels" id="angels"></a><b>Not Angles, but Angels</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p> + +<p>In old days the people of England were not all free, as +they are now. Sometimes young men, and women, and +little children were sold as slaves, and had to work hard +for their masters.</p> + +<p>Many of these slaves were sent to Rome, for the Romans +thought the tall, fair Angles very beautiful, and liked to have +them as their servants.</p> + +<p>Once, a wise and good preacher, named Gregory, was +walking through the market-place in Rome, when he saw +a group of slaves standing there, waiting to be bought. +Among these slaves were some pretty boys with long yellow +hair, and blue eyes, and white skin. This was a strange +sight to Gregory, for most of the people in his land had +dark hair, and brown skin.</p> + +<p>"Who are these boys?" asked he of a man who was +standing by.</p> + +<p>"They are Angles from over the sea," replied the man.</p> + +<p>"Surely not Angles, but Angels," said the preacher, +looking kindly into the boys' faces. "Do they come from +England?"</p> + +<p>"From heathen England, where men do not know the +true God," said the man.</p> + +<p>"Some day they shall be taught to know God, and then +indeed they shall be angels," said Gregory.</p> + +<p>Now Gregory did not go away and forget this. When +he became a great man and Bishop of Rome, he sent a good +preacher, named Augustine, to England, to preach to the +people there, and to teach them to be Christians.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-23" id="image-23"><!-- Image 23--></a> +<img src="images/il042s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="275" alt="THE ENGLISH PRISONERS AT ROME" title="THE ENGLISH PRISONERS AT ROME" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il042x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">THE ENGLISH PRISONERS AT ROME</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="wake" id="wake"></a><b>Hereward the Wake</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p> + +<p>When William of Normandy came over the sea, and +took the crown of England, many English people would +not call him king. The young lord Hereward was one of +these. He and his men made for themselves a "Camp of +Refuge" among the reeds and rushes on the marshes. All +day they lay there, hidden from view by the mists which rose +from the watery ground, and at night they came out, and +attacked the Normans in their tents, and burned their towns.</p> + +<p>Hereward was called "the Wake" because he was so +watchful and wide-awake that the Normans could not catch +him. They were always trying to find him, but they did not +know the safe paths over the marshes which he and his men +used, and when they tried to cross, they sank with their +horses in the soft muddy ground, and had to turn back.</p> + +<p>But at last a false friend of the English showed them the +way to the "Camp of Refuge", and then Hereward had to +flee to save his life. He went with a few friends to the sea-shore, +and there he found some fishermen who were going +to sell fish to the Norman guards in an English town.</p> + +<p>The fishermen took Hereward and his men into their +boats, and covered them with straw; then they set sail. +The Norman guards bought the fish as usual, and had it +served for dinner. While they were eating it, the English +soldiers came quietly from the boats, and killed most of +them before they could get their swords to defend themselves. +When the English people in the place saw this, +they gladly joined Hereward and made him master of +their town.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-24" id="image-24"><!-- Image 24--></a> +<img src="images/il044s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="280" alt="HEREWARD AND HIS MEN ATTACK THE NORMANS" title="HEREWARD AND HIS MEN ATTACK THE NORMANS" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il044x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">HEREWARD AND HIS MEN ATTACK THE NORMANS</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="canute" id="canute"></a><b>Canute</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p> + +<p>There was once a king of England, named Canute, +who was a brave and clever man. But he had many +lords in his court who were very foolish. They feared their +master, and wished to please him, and because they knew +that he was somewhat vain of his strength and cleverness, +they thought he would like to be told that he was great, +and wise, and powerful.</p> + +<p>So they praised him every day, and told him that all +he did and all he said was good. They said he was the +greatest king on earth, and there was nothing in the world +too hard for him to do if he chose. At last King Canute +tired of their vain words.</p> + +<p>One day, as he walked with his lords on the sea-shore, +one of them told him that even the waves would obey him.</p> + +<p>"Bring a chair," said Canute, "and place it close to the +water."</p> + +<p>The chair was brought, and set upon the sand, and the +king sat down and spoke to the waves.</p> + +<p>"I command you to come no farther," cried he.</p> + +<p>But the waves came on and on, until they wetted +Canute's feet, and splashed his chair.</p> + +<p>Then the king rose and went to his lords, who were +standing a little way off, staring at their master, and talking +in low tones about his strange conduct.</p> + +<p>"Learn from this to keep your tongues from idle praise," +said he sternly. "No king is great and powerful but God. +He only can say to the sea: 'Thus far shalt thou come, +and no farther.'"</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-25" id="image-25"><!-- Image 25--></a> +<img src="images/il046s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="280" alt="CANUTE ORDERS THE TIDE TO STOP" title="CANUTE ORDERS THE TIDE TO STOP" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il046x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">CANUTE ORDERS THE TIDE TO STOP</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="men" id="men"></a><b>The Brave Men of Calais</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span></p> + +<p>Many years ago, King Edward III of England took +the town of Calais from the French king. He could +not take it by force, for the walls were very strong, but he +succeeded by another plan. He placed his soldiers all round +the walls, and would let no one go into the town to take +food to the people. Inside the walls, the people waited +bravely, but at last all their food was eaten, and then they +knew that if they tried to hold the town any longer they +would starve.</p> + +<p>So the governor sent word to King Edward that he +would give up the city, and begged him to have mercy on +the people.</p> + +<p>But Edward was angry. "Tell your masters," said he +to the messenger, "that I will not spare the people unless +six of the chief men come out to me, with their feet bare, and +ropes around their necks."</p> + +<p>At this sad news, the poor starving people cried aloud. +But soon six brave men were found who were ready to die +for their countrymen, and, with their feet bare and ropes +around their necks, they went out to the place where King +Edward was waiting, with Queen Philippa and the English +nobles.</p> + +<p>"Great king!" said the men, "we bring you the keys +of our town, and we pray you to have mercy on us."</p> + +<p>But the king would not listen. "Take them away and +cut off their heads," he cried angrily. And when his nobles +begged him to spare such brave enemies he would not listen +to them.</p><br /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-26" id="image-26"><!-- Image 26--></a> +<img src="images/il048s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="275" alt="QUEEN PHILIPPA PLEADS FOR THE MEN OF CALAIS" title="QUEEN PHILIPPA PLEADS FOR THE MEN OF CALAIS" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il048x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">QUEEN PHILIPPA PLEADS FOR THE MEN OF CALAIS</p><br /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></p> + +<p>Then Queen Philippa, whose heart was filled with pity +for the poor men, fell upon her knees.</p> + +<p>"My lord," she cried, "if you love me, give me the lives +of these men."</p> + +<p>King Edward could not bear to see his beautiful queen in +tears upon the ground, so he raised her, saying: "Lady, I +wish you had not been here, for I cannot say you nay. +Take the men, they are yours."</p> + +<p>Then Queen Philippa joyfully led the brave men away, +and gave them food and clothes, and sent them back to +their friends. So they, and all the people of Calais, were +saved.</p><br /> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-27" id="image-27"><!-- Image 27--></a> +<img src="images/il049s.jpg" class="png" height="375" width="500" alt="THE MEN OF CALAIS ARE SPARED°" title="THE MEN OF CALAIS ARE SPARED°" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il049x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">THE MEN OF CALAIS ARE SPARED°</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-28" id="image-28"><!-- Image 28--></a> +<img src="images/il050s.jpg" class="png" height="325" width="500" alt="WAT TYLER" title="WAT TYLER" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il050x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="wat" id="wat"></a><b>Wat Tyler</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> + +<p>In our days, all people in our land, except prisoners, are +free to go where they will, and to do what work they +please. In olden times it was not so. Then, the poorer +people were treated like slaves by the nobles; they had to +work hard for their masters, and they were not allowed to +move from one place to another without asking leave.</p> + +<p>This was hard, and it made the people very angry. In +the days of the boy-king Richard II, a great many workmen +made up their minds to obey the nobles no longer. They +banded themselves together in a large army, chose a man +named Wat Tyler for their leader, and marched to London.</p> + +<p>The Mayor of London tried to stop them, by pulling up +the drawbridge which crossed the river Thames, but they +forced him by threats to let it down again. Then they +rushed through the streets of London, frightening all the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span> +people they met by their wild looks and cries. They broke +open the prisons, and set the prisoners free, and burned the +palaces of the nobles, but they killed no man and robbed +none.</p> + +<p>The nobles were much alarmed. With young King +Richard at their head, they rode out to meet this army, +and to ask the people what they wanted.</p> + +<p>"We want to be free, and we want our children to be +free after us," said Wat Tyler.</p> + +<p>"I promise you that you shall have your wish, if you will +return quietly to your homes," said the king.</p> + +<p>At this, the people shouted with joy, and all might have +been well; but the mayor, seeing Wat Tyler raise his hand, +and fearing that he was going to strike the king, drew his +sword, and killed the leader of the people.</p> + +<p>Then the joyful shouts changed to cries and growls of +anger. Arms were raised, and the crowd began to press +forward. In a minute the little band of nobles would have +been attacked, but the boy-king saw the danger. Boldly +riding to meet the angry people, he put himself at their +head. "What need ye, my masters?" cried he. "I am +your captain and your king. Follow me."</p> + +<p>The crowd stopped, surprised by this bold act; the loud +cries ceased, and swords and staves were lowered. These +rough men did not wish to harm their young sovereign, but +to free him from the nobles who gave him evil counsel. +They were greatly pleased to find him upon their side, and, +with perfect trust and loyalty, they followed where he led; +and so for a time the danger was past.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-29" id="image-29"><!-- Image 29--></a> +<img src="images/il052s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="290" alt="YOUNG KING RICHARD QUELLS THE REBELLION" title="YOUNG KING RICHARD QUELLS THE REBELLION" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il052x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">YOUNG KING RICHARD QUELLS THE REBELLION</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="bruce" id="bruce"></a><b>Bruce and the Spider</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span></p> + +<p>Robert Bruce, King of Scotland, sad and weary, +lay upon the floor of a lonely cave among the hills. +His mind was full of anxious thoughts, for he was hiding +from the English soldiers, who sought to take him—alive +or dead—to their king. The brave Scots had lost many +battles, and Bruce began to fear that he would never make +his dear country free.</p> + +<p>"I will give up trying," said he.</p> + +<p>Just then a spider, hanging from the roof of the cave, +by a long thread, swung before the king's eyes, and he +left his gloomy thoughts to see what the little creature +would do.</p> + +<p>The spider began to climb its thread slowly, pulling itself +up little by little; but it had gone only a short way, when +it slipped and fell to the end once more.</p> + +<p>Again and again it started to climb, and again and again +it slipped back, until it had fallen six times.</p> + +<p>"Surely the silly little creature will now give up trying +to climb so fine a thread," thought Bruce. But the spider +did no such thing. It started on its upward journey yet +a seventh time, and this time it did not fall. Up it went, +inch by inch, higher and higher, until at last it reached the +roof, and was safely at home.</p> + +<p>"Bravo!" cried the king. "The spider has taught me a +lesson. I too will try until I win."</p> + +<p>Bruce kept his word. He led his brave men to battle, +again and again, until at last the English were driven back +to their own land, and Scotland was free.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-30" id="image-30"><!-- Image 30--></a> +<img src="images/il054s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="275" alt="BRUCE WATCHING THE SPIDER" title="BRUCE WATCHING THE SPIDER" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il054x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">BRUCE WATCHING THE SPIDER</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-31" id="image-31"><!-- Image 31--></a> +<img src="images/il055s.jpg" class="png" height="300" width="500" alt="RICHARD LION HEART FIGHTING IN THE HOLY LAND" title="RICHARD LION HEART FIGHTING IN THE HOLY LAND" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il055x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">RICHARD LION HEART FIGHTING IN THE HOLY LAND</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="blondel" id="blondel"></a><b>Richard and Blondel</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p> + +<p>In a gloomy prison, in a foreign land, lay Richard I, King +of England. He had been with some other kings to a +great war in the Holy Land, where he had won battles, and +taken cities, and gained much honour. Men called him +Richard Lion-heart, because he was as brave as a lion in +fighting, and his soldiers loved him and would follow him +into any danger. One strong city, called Acre, held out +for nearly two years against the armies of the other kings, +but when Richard arrived it gave way almost at once.</p> + +<p>Because of his bravery, and his many victories, all men +praised King Richard, and this made some of the other +kings hate him, for they were jealous that he should have +more honour than they. When he was on his way back to +England, one of these envious men seized him secretly, and +threw him into prison.</p> + +<p>And now poor Richard could fight no more, nor could +he see the blue sky, and the green fields which he loved. +One day, as he sat sad and lonely in his prison, he heard a +voice singing, beneath the window. He started. "Surely," +said he, "that is the voice of my old friend Blondel, and +that is the song we used to sing together." When the song +was ended, the king sang it again in a low voice. Then +there was a joyful cry from the man outside, and Richard +knew that it was indeed his friend.</p> + +<p>Blondel had journeyed many days seeking his lost +master. Now he hastened to England, and told the +people where to find their king, and very soon Richard +was set free, and went back to his own land.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-32" id="image-32"><!-- Image 32--></a> +<img src="images/il058s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="275" alt="BLONDEL SINGS BENEATH RICHARD'S WINDOW" title="BLONDEL SINGS BENEATH RICHARD'S WINDOW" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il058x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">BLONDEL SINGS BENEATH RICHARD'S WINDOW</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="ship" id="ship"></a><b>The White Ship</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span></p> + +<p>The night was dark, and a stormy wind was blowing, +when the <i>White Ship</i> set sail from the shore of France. +Prince William of England and his sister and their young +friends were going back to their own land, after a visit to +the French king.</p> + +<p>The English king, Henry I, with his courtiers, had +sailed earlier, and had now almost reached home. But +the prince would not go with them, he wished to make +merry before starting.</p> + +<p>There had been eating, and drinking, and dancing, and +singing on board the <i>White Ship</i>, and everyone was merry.</p> + +<p>But the sailors had drunk so much wine that they could +not see to steer aright. Soon there was a crash, and the +ship trembled. It had struck a rock, and was sinking.</p> + +<p>Then the sounds of merriment were changed to cries of +fear. "Save us!" shrieked the terrified people. "Save the +prince," cried the captain, "the rest of us must die!" There +was only one small boat on the ship, and Prince William was +put into this, and rowed away. But he had not gone far, +when he heard his sister crying to him to save her.</p> + +<p>"Go back!" shouted he. The boat was rowed back, +but when it came near the ship, so many people jumped +into it, that it was overturned and all in it were drowned.</p> + +<p>Soon the <i>White Ship</i> sank also, and of all the gay +company upon it only one man was saved.</p> + +<p>When King Henry heard that his only son was dead, +he was very sorrowful, and it is said that no man ever again +saw a smile upon his face.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-33" id="image-33"><!-- Image 33--></a> +<img src="images/il060s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="310" alt="PRINCE WILLIAM RETURNS TO SAVE HIS SISTER" title="PRINCE WILLIAM RETURNS TO SAVE HIS SISTER" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il060x.jpg" class="image"> +View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">PRINCE WILLIAM RETURNS TO SAVE HIS SISTER</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="arc" id="arc"></a><b>Joan of Arc</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span></p> + +<p>In a village in the green country of France, there once +lived a girl named Joan. She spent her days in sewing +and spinning, and in minding her father's sheep.</p> + +<p>At that time there was a sad war in France, and the +English had won many battles. Joan was grieved to hear +of the trouble of her country. She thought of it night and +day, and one night she dreamt that an angel came, and told +her to go and help the French prince.</p> + +<p>When Joan told her friends of this dream, they laughed +at her.</p> + +<p>"How can a poor girl help the prince?" asked they.</p> + +<p>"I do not know," replied Joan; "but I must go, for God +has sent me." So she went to the prince, and said: "Sir, +my name is Joan. God has sent me to help you to win +the crown of France."</p> + +<p>They gave Joan a suit of white armour, and a white +horse, and set her at the head of the army. She led the +soldiers to fight, and the rough men thought she was an +angel, and fought so bravely that they won many battles.</p> + +<p>Then the prince was crowned King of France.</p> + +<p>When this was done, Joan felt that her work was over. +"I would that I might go and keep sheep once more with +my sisters and my brothers; they would be so glad to see +me," pleaded she. But the king would not let her go. So +Joan stayed; but her time of victory was past. Soon, she +was taken prisoner by the English, and cruelly burned to +death. She died as bravely as she had lived, and her name +will never be forgotten.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-34" id="image-34"><!-- Image 34--></a> +<img src="images/il062s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="280" alt="JOAN AT THE HEAD OF THE ARMY" title="JOAN AT THE HEAD OF THE ARMY" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il062x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">JOAN AT THE HEAD OF THE ARMY</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="tiger" id="tiger"></a><span class="smcap">Afloat with a Tiger.</span></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span></p> + +<p>A traveler in faraway India relates the following thrilling +adventure with a tiger: From the heavy rain which falls +upon Indian mountains the low-lying country is liable to +such sudden floods that every year many beasts, and even human +beings, are drowned ere they can make their escape to the higher +grounds. On one occasion a terrible flood came up so suddenly that +I had to spend a day and night in an open canoe in consequence, +during which time I had good opportunities of seeing the good and +bad effects produced by them. I lived at the time in a mat house, +situated upon a hill which I supposed was quite above high-water +mark, but an old Mahometan gentleman having told me that, when he +was a little boy, he recollected the water once rising higher than the +hill, I took the precaution of keeping a canoe in a small ditch close +at hand.</p> + +<p>The rainy season began, and daily the river rose higher. One +morning we noticed that the mountain tops were covered with heavy +banks of dark clouds, though no rain fell out on the plain where we were; +but we noticed many animals, a leopard among others, sneak out of +the high grass and make for hilly ground. The most curious thing, +however, was the smart manner in which rats and even grasshoppers +came scampering away from the threatening danger. These latter +came in such crowds toward my bungalow that not only the fowls +about the premises had a good feed on them, but kites and crows +began to swoop down in such numbers that the air was filled with +their cries and the noise of their rushing wings.</p><br /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-35" id="image-35"><!-- Image 35--></a> +<img src="images/il064s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="312" alt="AFLOAT WITH A TIGER°" title="AFLOAT WITH A TIGER°" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il064x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">AFLOAT WITH A TIGER°</p><br /> + +<p>While watching the immense destruction of these insects we were<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span> +startled by the outbreak of the thunderstorm high up on the +mountains, but far above the peals of thunder rose the terrible sound +of rushing water. Animals now came tearing out of the lowlands +too terrified to notice whither they went, so that I stood ready, gun +in hand, in case any of the dangerous kind should try to seek an +asylum on my particular hill; but with the exception of a huge wild +boar, who had to be shot as he charged up the slope, all took refuge +elsewhere.</p> + +<p>Soon the water burst through the river bank, spreading over the +country, sweeping down the tall grass jungle and surging and roaring +round our hill. Packing all that was valuable in small parcels, we +gathered them in a heap, hoping that the flood would subside ere it +reached the building. All round about large trees, uprooted by the +terrible force of the deluge, were swept along, several animals vainly +trying to keep a footing among their roots and branches. At last the +water reached the steps of the house; so, pulling our boat close up, +we stepped in with what we could save and hung to the wooden posts +of the building, vainly trusting that the worst had come; but it was +not so, for we soon had to leave go the post and pass the boat's +rope round a tree. The water then rushed in, the house toppled +over, and it and its contents were swept away by the flood.</p> + +<p>In a short time the tree began to shake and bend, so we knew +that it was being uprooted; therefore, letting go the rope, we launched +forth upon the seething waste of waters and were whirled away. +Onward we rushed through masses of logs, branches, the remains of +houses, and such like wreck, having to be very careful that our frail +vessel did not get upset or crushed. Twice we made for the tops of +hills that showed themselves above water, but on approaching them +we found that they had been taken possession of by wild animals.</p> + +<p>Here a tiger crouched on a branch of a tree, seemingly too much +alarmed at his perilous position to molest the half-dozen deer that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span> +crowded timidly together right underneath his perch. Up above him +the smaller branches were stocked with monkeys, who looked very +disconsolate at their enforced imprisonment. As we swept past, the +tiger raised his head, gave a deep growl and showed his teeth, then +crouched down again as if fully aware of his helplessness, and we +had too much to think of ourselves to interfere with him.</p> + +<p>Gaining the open country, the scene was one of desolation; but +the current was not so strong, so we turned round, seeing the flood +was going down, and by nightfall we had got back to where the house +had stood. Every vestige of the once pretty homestead had disappeared, +with sheep and cattle, though the fowls had managed to find +a roost on the topmost branches of some orange trees, which alone +remained to mark the spot.</p> + +<p>As the moon rose, the mountaineers came down from the villages, +and, embarking on rafts and in canoes, went round the different hills, +shooting and spearing the animals that had swum there; and truly +the sight of such a hunting scene was an exciting one. Here a stout +stag, defending himself with his antlers as best he might against the +spearsmen, kept up a gallant fight till death.</p> + +<p>The tiger we had seen in the morning took to swimming, and on +being wounded with a spear turned on the nearest canoe, upsetting +the hunters into the water, where a desperate encounter took place; +but he was eventually dispatched by a blow from an ax—not, however, +before he had clawed some of his pursuers most severely.</p> + +<p>At daylight the water had entirely gone down, and a thick, muddy +deposit covered all the lowland, while an immense number of snakes, +scorpions, and other unpleasant creatures lay dead in all directions, +upon which and the drowned animals vultures, crows and kites were +feeding.</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="robbers" id="robbers"></a><b>Queen Margaret and the Robbers.</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span></p> + +<p>There were once two kings of England at the same +time. One was Henry VI. He was the rightful +king, but a very weak and feeble man, and quite unfit to +rule his kingdom.</p> + +<p>The other was young Edward, Duke of York, called +Edward IV. He was made king by some of the nobles, +who grew weary of Henry and his foolish deeds.</p> + +<p>A number of the English people were faithful to King +Henry, but many others went over to King Edward's side, +and there were quarrels between the two parties, which +ended in a war. This war was called the War of the +Roses, because the followers of Henry wore a red rose as +their badge, and Edward's friends wore a white one.</p> + +<p>In one battle, fought at Hexham, the White Roses beat +the Red ones, and King Henry was taken prisoner and sent +to the Tower of London. His wife, Queen Margaret, with +her little son, Prince Edward, escaped after the battle, and +hid themselves in a wild forest. As they wandered among +the trees, seeking some place where they might be safe from +their enemies, they met a band of robbers. These rough +men took away the queen's money and her jewels, tearing +her necklace from her neck, and her rings from her fingers. +Then they began to dispute as to who should have most +of the stolen goods. And while they quarrelled, Queen +Margaret took her little boy by the hand and ran away +to a thick part of the wood. There they stayed until the +angry voices of the robbers could no longer be heard, and +then, in the growing darkness, they came stealthily from +their hiding-place. They wandered on, knowing not where +to go, hoping much to meet some of their friends, and fearing +still more to be found by their enemies, the soldiers of the +White Rose. But, alas! they saw no kind face, and night +came on. Then, as they crept fearfully from tree to tree, +they met another robber.</p><br /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-36" id="image-36"><!-- Image 36--></a> +<img src="images/il068s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="280" alt="THE ROBBERS DISCOVER QUEEN MARGARET AND THE PRINCE" title="THE ROBBERS DISCOVER QUEEN MARGARET AND THE PRINCE" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il068x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">THE ROBBERS DISCOVER QUEEN MARGARET AND THE PRINCE</p><br /> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span> + +<p>The poor queen was much afraid that this robber, who +looked very fierce, would kill her and the prince, because +she had no riches left to give him. In despair she threw +herself upon her knees before him, and said: "My friend, this +is the son of your king. I give him into your care."</p> + +<p>The robber was much surprised to see the queen and the +prince alone, with their clothes torn and stained, and their +faces white from hunger and fatigue. But he was a kindhearted +man, although his looks were rough, and before he +became a robber he had been a follower of King Henry, so +he was quite willing to do his best for the little prince. He +took the boy in his arms, and led the way to a cave in the +forest, where he lived with his wife. And in this poor +shelter, the queen and her son stayed for two days, listening +to every sound, and fearing that their enemies would find +them. On the third day, however, the friendly robber met +some of the lords of the Red Rose in the forest, and led +them to the cave. The queen and prince were overjoyed +to see their friends, and soon they escaped with them to +a place of safety.</p> + +<p>Their hiding-place has been called "Queen Margaret's +Cave" ever since that time. If you go to Hexham Forest, +you will be able to see it.</p><br /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-37" id="image-37"><!-- Image 37--></a> +<img src="images/il070s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="250" alt="The Robber brings help to Queen Margaret" title="The Robber brings help to Queen Margaret" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il070x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">The Robber brings help to Queen Margaret</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="caxton" id="caxton"></a><b>William Caxton</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span></p> + +<p>In old days, books were not printed as they are now; +they were written by hand. This took a long time to +do, so there were not many books, and they were so dear +that only the rich could buy them.</p> + +<p>But after a time, some clever men made a machine, +called a printing-press, which could print letters.</p> + +<p>About that time, an Englishman, named William Caxton, +lived in Holland, and copied books for a great lady. He +says his hand grew tired with writing, and his eyes became +dim with much looking on white paper. So he learned +how to print, and had a printing-press made for himself, +which he brought to England. He set it up in a little +shop in London, and then he began to print books. He +printed books of all sorts—tales, and poetry, and history, +and prayers, and sermons. In the time which it had formerly +taken him to write one book, he could now print thousands.</p> + +<p>All sorts of people crowded to his shop to see +Caxton's wonderful press; sometimes the king went with +his nobles. Many of them took written books with them, +which they wished to have put into print. Some people +asked Caxton to use in his books the most curious words he +could find; others wished him to print only old and homely +words. Caxton liked best the common, simple words which +men used daily in their speech.</p> + +<p>Caxton did a very good thing when he brought the +printing-press to England, for, after that, books became +much cheaper, so that many people could buy them, and +learning spread in the land.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-38" id="image-38"><!-- Image 38--></a> +<img src="images/il072s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="270" alt="CAXTON IN HIS PRINTING SHOP" title="CAXTON IN HIS PRINTING SHOP" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il072x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">CAXTON IN HIS PRINTING SHOP</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="sir" id="sir"></a><b>Sir Philip Sidney</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span></p> + +<p>When Elizabeth was Queen of England it was a time +of great deeds and great men. The queen was brave +and clever herself, so she liked to have brave and clever +people around her. Great soldiers, and writers, and statesmen +went to her court; and when brave seamen came back +from their voyages to unknown lands far away, they were +invited by the queen to visit her, and tell her of all the +strange places and people they had seen. In this Elizabeth +was wise, for men did their best to show themselves worthy +of her favours.</p> + +<p>Among all the great men at court, none was more +beloved than Sir Philip Sidney. He was called "the +darling of the court".</p><br /> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-39" id="image-39"><!-- Image 39--></a> +<img src="images/il073s.jpg" class="png" height="280" width="500" alt="SIR PHILIP SIDNEY°" title="SIR PHILIP SIDNEY°" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il073x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">SIR PHILIP SIDNEY°</p><br /> + +<p>At that time, there was much trouble and many wars in +some other countries, where people were fighting for the right +to worship God in their own way. Philip Sidney heard of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span> +these things when he was a boy in his father's house, and his +heart was stirred with pity. Later, when he was in France, +a great number of people were cruelly killed because they +would not pray in the way which the king ordered. Sidney +never forgot the dreadful sights and sounds of that sad time, +and when Queen Elizabeth sent an army to help the people +of Holland, who were fighting for their freedom, he asked for +leave to go with it. This was granted to him, and he was +made one of the leaders.</p><br /> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-40" id="image-40"><!-- Image 40--></a> +<img src="images/il074s.jpg" class="png" height="300" width="500" alt="MARTYRED FOR PRAYING°" title="MARTYRED FOR PRAYING°" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il074x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">MARTYRED FOR PRAYING°</p><br /> + +<p>But alas! he went out to die. In one battle, a small band +of the English bravely attacked a large army of their enemies. +The horse which Sidney was riding was killed under him, +and as he mounted another, he was shot in the leg, and his +thigh-bone was broken. The horse took fright and galloped<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span> +away from the fight, but its wounded and bleeding rider held +to his seat, and when he reached a place of safety was lifted +from his horse, and gently laid upon the ground. He was +faint from loss of blood, and in great pain, and his throat +was parched with thirst.</p> + +<p>"Bring me water," said he to a friend.</p> + +<p>This was not easy to do, for there was not a stream near +at hand, and in order to get to one it would be necessary +to pass where the shot from the enemy's cannons was falling +fast. But his friend was brave and went through the +danger. Then he found some water, and brought it to him. +Sidney eagerly held out his hand for the cup, and as he +was preparing to drink, another poor wounded soldier was +carried past. This man was dying; he could not speak, +but he looked with longing eyes at the water. Sir Philip +saw the look, and taking the cup from his own lips, passed +it to the soldier, saying: "Thy need is greater than mine." +The poor man quenched his thirst, and blessed him as he +died.</p> + +<p>Sir Philip lived on for a few weeks, growing weaker every +day, but he never came back to his own land, and the many +friends who loved him.</p> + +<p>Sidney was great in many ways; very fair to see, very wise +and good, and very clever and witty. He was one of the +bravest fighters, one of the finest poets, and one of the best +gentlemen who ever lived. He will always be remembered +for his brave deeds, and his wise sayings, but most of all do +men bless his name for this act of kindness to his poor dying +comrade.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-41" id="image-41"><!-- Image 41--></a> +<img src="images/il076s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="270" alt="SIR PHILIP SIDNEY AND THE DYING SOLDIER" title="SIR PHILIP SIDNEY AND THE DYING SOLDIER" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il076x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">SIR PHILIP SIDNEY AND THE DYING SOLDIER</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="revenge" id="revenge"></a><b>The "Revenge"</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p> + +<p>In the days of Queen Elizabeth, English sailors first began +to find their way across the seas to new lands, from which +they brought home many strange, and rich, and beautiful +things. The Spaniards sailed across the seas too, to fetch +gold and silver from the mines in Mexico, which belonged to +the King of Spain. Sometimes the English ships met the +Spanish ones, and robbed them of their gold, for it was +thought quite right and fair in those days to take every +chance of doing harm to the enemies of England. Of +course the Spaniards hated the English for this, and whenever +they met English ships which were weaker than theirs +they attacked them, and robbed them, killing the sailors, or +taking them prisoners.</p> + +<p>Once, a small ship, called the <i>Revenge</i>, was sailing home +to England, when it met with fifty great Spanish vessels. +The captain of the <i>Revenge</i> was Sir Richard Grenville, and +he had a great many sick men on board. There was no +time to escape from the Spanish ships, which soon surrounded +the little <i>Revenge</i>. So there were only two courses which +Sir Richard could take. One was to give up his ship to +the Spaniards; the other was to fight with them till his men +were all killed, or his ship sank.</p> + +<p>Some of the sailors wished him to take the first course, +but the others, and all the sick men, said: "Nay, let us fall +into the hands of God, and not into the hands of Spain." +This they said because they thought it better to die, than to +be made prisoners by the cruel Spaniards.</p> + +<p>Sir Richard made up his mind to fight. It was after<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span> +noon when the firing began, and all night long, until daylight +came, the little English ship kept the fifty Spanish vessels +at bay. Then it was found that all the powder was gone, +and all the English were dead or dying. And then only +was the flag of the <i>Revenge</i> pulled down, to show that she +surrendered to her enemies.</p> + +<p>The brave Sir Richard was taken on board a Spanish +ship, where he soon died of his wounds.</p> + +<p>These were his last words: "Here die I, Richard +Grenville, with a joyful and quiet mind, for I have ended +my life as a good soldier ought. I have fought for my +country and my queen, for honour, and for God."</p><br /> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-42" id="image-42"><!-- Image 42--></a> +<img src="images/il078s.jpg" class="png" height="325" width="500" alt="DEATH OF SIR RICHARD GRENVILLE°" title="DEATH OF SIR RICHARD GRENVILLE°" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il078x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">DEATH OF SIR RICHARD GRENVILLE°</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="pilgrim" id="pilgrim"></a><b>The Pilgrim Fathers</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p> + +<p>There was a time when the people of England were +not allowed to pray to God in the way they thought +right, but were punished if they did not worship as the +king ordered. This was very hard, and when James I was +king, a little band of brave people, who found that they +could not obey the king, left their country to make a new +home across the sea, where they could be free. They are +called the "Pilgrim Fathers".</p> + +<p>A hundred people—men, women, and children—set sail +in a little ship called the <i>Mayflower</i> for the +new world which a great explorer called Columbus had +discovered away in the west, and which we now call America. +They had a long and stormy voyage, but at last, in +mid-winter, they landed on the shores of North America, +and set up their huts.</p> + +<p>At first they had much trouble, for the ground was frozen +and barren. They suffered from hunger and sickness, and +the wild Indians who lived in that land came down upon +them and tried to drive them away. But the Pilgrim +Fathers did not lose courage. They were free, and they +worked hard, and waited in patience for brighter days. By +and by other ships from England brought food to keep them +alive, and more people to help them. Then they made +friends with the Indians, and when spring came they planted +seeds and grew crops for themselves.</p> + +<p>After a time many other Englishmen, who wished to be +free, followed the Pilgrim Fathers, and settled in America. +They founded the colonies of New England, which are now +a part of the United States.</p><br /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-43" id="image-43"><!-- Image 43--></a> +<img src="images/il080s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="280" alt="THE PILGRIM FATHERS ENTERING THE NEW WORLD" title="THE PILGRIM FATHERS ENTERING THE NEW WORLD" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il080x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">THE PILGRIM FATHERS ENTERING THE NEW WORLD</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="guy" id="guy"></a><b>Guy Fawkes</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span></p> + +<p>In the time of James I, many of the English people +were very hardly treated because of their religion. At +last they could bear the ill-usage no longer, and they +thought of a plan to get rid of the king and queen and +their eldest son.</p> + +<p>Many barrels of gunpowder were secretly put into a +cellar under the Parliament House, where James was to +meet his lords and commons on November 5; and a man +named Guy Fawkes was hired to set fire to it at the right +time, and so to blow up the hall above, and all in it.</p> + +<p>All was ready, when one of the plotters remembered that +a friend of his would be at the meeting next day. As he +did not wish him to be killed, he sent him a letter, without +signing his name, saying: "Do not go to the House, for +there shall be a sudden blow to many, and they shall not +see who hurts them".</p> + +<p>The lord who received this letter took it to the King's +Council, and when King James saw it, he guessed what the +"sudden blow" would be. Men were sent to search the +cellars, and there, on the very night before the deed was +to be done, Guy Fawkes was found waiting till the time +should come to set fire to the powder. He was cruelly +tortured to make him tell all he knew, but he was a brave +man, and he died without betraying his friends.</p> + +<p>Since that time, every year, on the 5th of November, +bonfires have been lighted in many places in England, and +"guys" burned, to remind people how an English king +was once saved from a great danger.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-44" id="image-44"><!-- Image 44--></a> +<img src="images/il082s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="275" alt="THE ARREST OF GUY FAWKES" title="THE ARREST OF GUY FAWKES" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il082x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">THE ARREST OF GUY FAWKES</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="iron" id="iron"></a><b>Cromwell and his Ironsides</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span></p> + +<p>When Charles I came to the throne of England, it +was soon seen that he was as bad a king as his father +James I had been.</p> + +<p>He did not care at all for the good of his country and +his people, but thought only of his own pleasure. He took +away men's money and lands, and if they offended him he +took their lives too.</p> + +<p>Englishmen would not bear this unjust treatment for long, +and soon a war began between the king and the people, who +were determined to be free.</p> + +<p>At first the king and his men were victorious everywhere, +for they were all used to horses and arms, and fought so well +and so bravely that the people could not stand against them. +But at last a great leader arose among the people. This +leader, who was called Oliver Cromwell, was a rough man, +but he was just, good, and honest.</p> + +<p>He saw at once that the people would never gain the +victory over the brave gentlemen-soldiers of King Charles, +unless they had obedient and well-trained men to fight for +them. So he chose a band of plain, hard-working men +who feared God, and loved duty and right, and he spent +all his money in fitting them with arms and horses, and in +training them sternly, until they became the finest soldiers +the world has ever known. Cromwell called his men his +"lovely company", and others called them "Ironsides", for +they were strong and firm as iron, and were never beaten. +It was these brave, sober, obedient soldiers who at last defeated +the king's army, and won freedom for the people of England.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-45" id="image-45"><!-- Image 45--></a> +<img src="images/il084s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="280" alt="CROMWELL LEADS HIS IRONSIDES TO BATTLE" title="CROMWELL LEADS HIS IRONSIDES TO BATTLE" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il084x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">CROMWELL LEADS HIS IRONSIDES TO BATTLE</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="armada" id="armada"></a><b>The Spanish Armada</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span></p> + +<p>The Armada was a great fleet which the King of +Spain sent to attack England, in the days of Queen +Elizabeth. There were more than a hundred ships, so large +and high that they looked like towers on the sea; and they +came sailing along arranged in the shape of a big half-moon.</p> + +<p>The great English admiral, Sir Francis Drake, was +playing at bowls when messengers came hurrying to tell him +that the Armada was approaching. He quietly finished his +game, and then set sail to fight the Spaniards. His fleet +was not so large as the Armada, and the ships were small, +but they were light and fast. They met the Armada in +the English Channel, and sailed round it, attacking any +ship that dropped out of line, and speeding away before +the clumsy Spanish vessels could seize them. In this +way they did much harm to the enemy. Then, one night, +when it was dark, and the Spanish vessels were lying +quietly at anchor, Admiral Drake sent eight blazing +fire-ships into their midst. In great fear, the Spaniards +cut their anchor-ropes, and sailed out to the open sea, +and the English ships followed, firing upon them as they +fled. For two days the English chased the flying +Spaniards. Then their powder and shot failed, and a +storm arose; so they had to go back. The Armada sailed +on, hoping to escape, but the wild tempest tossed many of +the great vessels on the rocks and cliffs of the coast, and +dashed them to pieces. Only a few, broken and battered, +with starving and weary men on board, ever reached Spain +again. And so England was saved.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-46" id="image-46"><!-- Image 46--></a> +<img src="images/il086s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="275" alt="DRAKE IS TOLD THAT THE ARMADA IS APPROACHING" title="DRAKE IS TOLD THAT THE ARMADA IS APPROACHING" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il086x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">DRAKE IS TOLD THAT THE ARMADA IS APPROACHING</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-47" id="image-47"><!-- Image 47--></a> +<img src="images/il087s.jpg" class="png" height="300" width="500" alt="THE LITTLE REVENGE FIGHTS FIFTY SPANISH GALLEONS" title="THE LITTLE REVENGE FIGHTS FIFTY SPANISH GALLEONS" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il087x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">THE LITTLE "REVENGE" FIGHTS FIFTY SPANISH GALLEONS</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="house" id="house"></a><b>The Defence of Lathom House</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span></p> + +<p>Lathom House is an old English castle. When +the war broke out between King Charles I and his +people, the Earl of Derby, who was the master of this castle, +went away to fight for the king. He left the Countess at +home with her children, with a small band of armed men +to guard her and the castle. One day an army of the +people's soldiers came to the castle, and the leader of the +army sent word to the Countess that she must give up the +castle at once.</p> + +<p>But the Countess was a brave woman. She replied +that she would rather set fire to the castle, and die with +her children in the flames, than give it up to the king's +enemies.</p> + +<p>Then began a fight which lasted many weeks. The +large army outside the walls did their best to break a +way in, but the small company inside defended the castle +bravely. At last the leader of the besiegers brought a +strong new gun, and it was soon seen that this would break +down the walls. Then one night the Countess sent out a +party of brave men, who seized the new gun and brought it +into the castle, and so the worst danger was over. Soon +afterwards Prince Rupert, one of the king's generals, came +with an army to help the Countess, and Lathom House was +saved.</p> + +<p>The prince drove away the soldiers of the people, and +took from them twenty-two banners, which he sent as a +present to the Countess, to show how much he admired her +bravery.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-48" id="image-48"><!-- Image 48--></a> +<img src="images/il090s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="280" alt="THE COUNTESS RECEIVES THE BANNERS" title="THE COUNTESS RECEIVES THE BANNERS" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il090x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">THE COUNTESS RECEIVES THE BANNERS</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="archers" id="archers"></a>THE OUTLAWED ARCHERS.</h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span></p> + +<p>Many years ago there dwelt in the forest of +Inglewood, in the North country, three yeomen, +who had been outlawed for killing the king's deer. +They were all famous archers, and defying every +attempt to arrest them, they lived a free life in the +green wood. But finally growing tired of this +dangerous life, they went to the king to sue for +pardon. It happened that the king's archers were +exhibiting their skill by shooting at marks, which +none of them missed. But one of the outlawed +archers, named Cloudesly, made light of their skill, +and told the king that he could do better than any +of his archers had done. "To prove the truth of +my claim," he said, "I will take my son, who is +only seven years old and is dear to me, and I will +tie him to a stake, and lay an apple on his head, +and go six score paces from him, and with a broad +arrow I will cleave the apple in two."</p> + +<p>"Now listen," said the king, "and do as you say; +but if you touch his head, or his dress, you shall +be hanged all three."</p> + +<p>"I will not go back on my word," said Cloudesly; +and driving a stake into the ground, he bound +thereto his little son, and placed an apple on his +head. All being ready he bent his bow, the arrow +flew from the string, the apple was cleft in twain, +and the child was unhurt. The king thereupon +pardoned the three outlaws and received them into +his service.</p><br /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-49" id="image-49"><!-- Image 49--></a> +<img src="images/il092s.jpg" class="png" height="457" width="395" alt="CLOUDSEY SHOOTS AN APPLE FROM THE HEAD OF HIS SON°" title="CLOUDSEY SHOOTS AN APPLE FROM THE HEAD OF HIS SON°" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il092x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">CLOUDSEY SHOOTS AN APPLE FROM THE HEAD OF HIS SON°</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><a name="eandr" id="eandr"></a><b>Elizabeth and Raleigh</b></h2><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span></p> + +<p>Sir Walter Raleigh was a favourite courtier of +Queen Elizabeth. An old story tells us of the way he +won her favour.</p> + +<p>One day, as the queen and her ladies were out walking, +dressed in fine robes of silk and lace, they came to a miry +puddle in the road. The queen stopped in dismay, for she +did not like getting her feet wet and dirty. As she was +thinking how best to step through the mud, a young man +in a rich suit came along the road.</p> + +<p>Directly he saw the queen, young Raleigh, for it was he, +sprang forward, and, taking off his velvet cloak, spread it +over the mud for her to walk upon.</p> + +<p>Elizabeth was much pleased; she rewarded Raleigh with +a post in the palace. There, one day, he wrote upon +a window which he knew the queen would pass: "Fain +would I climb, but that I fear to fall". When Elizabeth +saw this, she added these words: "If thy heart fail thee, +climb not at all". However, Raleigh did climb very soon +to a high place, for he was clever and brave as well as +polite, and he served the queen in many ways.</p> + +<p>It is said that his ships first brought potatoes and tobacco +to England from America, and that he was the first man in +this country to smoke. One day, a servant brought a jug of +ale into the room where Raleigh was sitting and smoking. +The man was much alarmed to see smoke coming from his +master's mouth, and he quickly emptied the jug of ale over +Raleigh's head, to put out the fire which he thought was +burning within him.</p><br /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span></p> + +<p><span class="toill"><a href="#ill">Illustrations</a></span></p> +<p class="center"><a name="image-50" id="image-50"><!-- Image 50--></a> +<img src="images/il094s.jpg" class="png" height="400" width="280" alt="RALEIGH SPREADS HIS CLOAK BEFORE ELIZABETH" title="RALEIGH SPREADS HIS CLOAK BEFORE ELIZABETH" /></p> +<p class="image"><a href="images/il094x.jpg" class="image">View larger image</a></p> + +<p class="caption">RALEIGH SPREADS HIS CLOAK BEFORE ELIZABETH</p> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's True Stories of Wonderful Deeds, by Anonymous + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TRUE STORIES OF WONDERFUL DEEDS *** + +***** This file should be named 22080-h.htm or 22080-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/2/2/0/8/22080/ + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Thomas Strong, Fox in the Stars +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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