Micah Clarke<br />His Statement as made to his three grandchildren Joseph, Gervas and Reuben During by Arthur Conan Doyle (read e books online free txt) ๐
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โWe are in Monmouthโs country at last,โ said Saxon to me, for Reuben Lockarby and Sir Gervas Jerome had ridden on ahead. โThis is the raw material which we shall have to lick into soldiership.โ
โAnd no bad material either,โ I replied, taking note of the sturdy figures and bold hearty faces of the men. โThink ye that they are bound for Monmouthโs camp, then?โ
โAye, are they. See you yon long-limbed parson on the leftโhim with the pent-house hat. Markest thou not the stiffness wherewith he moves his left leg!โ
โWhy, yes; he is travel-worn doubtless.โ
โHo! ho!โ laughed my companion. โI have seen such a stiffness before now. The man hath a straight sword within he leg of his breeches. A regular Parliamentary tuck, Iโll warrant. When he is on safe ground he will produce it, aye, and use it too, but until he is out of all danger of falling in with the Kingโs horse he is shy of strapping it to his belt. He is one of the old breed by his cut, who:
โCall fire and sword and desolation, A godly thorough reformation.โOld Samuel hath them to a penstroke! There is another ahead of him there, with the head of a scythe inside his smock. Can you not see the outline? I warrant there is not one of the rascals but hath a pike-head or sickle-blade concealed somewhere about him. I begin to feel the breath of war once more, and to grow younger with it. Hark ye, lad! I am glad that I did not tarry at the inn.โ
โYou seemed to be in two minds about it,โ said I.
โAye, aye. She was a fine woman, and the quarters were comfortable. I do not gainsay it. But marriage, dโye see, is a citadel that it is plaguy easy to find oneโs way into, but once in old Tilly himself could not bring one out again with credit, I have known such a device on the Danube, where at the first onfall the Mamelukes have abandoned the breach for the very purpose of ensnaring the Imperial troops in the narrow streets beyond, from which few ever returned. Old birds are not caught with such wiles. I did succeed in gaining the ear of one of the gossips, and asking him what he could tell me of the good dame and her inn. It seemeth that she is somewhat of a shrew upon occasion, and that her tongue had more to do with her husbandโs death than the dropsy which the leech put it down to. Again, a new inn hath been started in the village, which is well-managed, and is like to draw the custom from her. It is, too, as you have said, a dull sleepy spot. All these reasons weighed with me, and I decided that it would be best to raise my siege of the widow, and to retreat whilst I could yet do so with the credit and honours of war.โ
โโTis best so,โ said I; โyou could not have settled down to a life of toping and ease. But our new comrade, what think you of him?โ
โFaith!โ Saxon answered, โwe shall extend into a troop of horse if we add to our number every gallant who is in want of a job. As to this Sir Gervas, however, I think, as I said at the inn, that he hath more mettle in him than one would judge at first sight. These young sprigs of the gentry will always fight, but I doubt if he is hardened enough or hath constancy enough for such a campaign as this is like to be. His appearance, too, will be against him in the eyes of the saints; and though Monmouth is a man of easy virtue, the saints are like to have the chief voice in his councils. Now do but look at him as he reins up that showy grey stallion and gazes back at us. Mark his riding-hat tilted over his eye, his open bosom, his whip dangling from his button-hole, his hand on his hip, and as many oaths in his mouth as there are ribbons to his doublet. Above all, mark the air with which he looks down upon the peasants beside him. He will have to change his style if he is to fight by the side of the fanatics. But hark! I am much mistaken if they have not already got themselves into trouble.โ
Our friends had pulled up their horses to await our coming. They had scarce halted, however, before the stream of peasants who had been moving along abreast of them slackened their pace, and gathered round them with a deep ominous murmur and threatening gestures. Other rustics, seeing that there was something afoot, hurried up to help their companions. Saxon and I put spurs to our horses, and pushing through the throng, which was becoming every instant larger and more menacing, made our way to the aid of our friends, who were hemmed in on every side by the rabble. Reuben had laid his hand upon the hilt of his sword, while Sir Gervas was placidly chewing his toothpick and looking down at the angry mob with an air of amused contempt.
โA flask or two of scent amongst them would not be amiss,โ he remarked; โI would I had a casting bottle.โ
โStand on your guard, but do not draw,โ cried Saxon. โWhat the henker hath come over the chaw-bacons? They mean mischief. How now, friends, why this uproar?โ
This question instead of allaying the tumult appeared to make it tenfold worse. All round us twenty deep were savage faces and angry eyes, with the glint here and there of a weapon half drawn from its place of concealment. The uproar, which had been a mere hoarse growl, began to take shape and form. โDown with the Papists!โ was the cry. โDown with the Prelatists!โ โSmite the Erastian butchers!โ โSmite the Philistine horsemen!โ โDown with them!โ
A stone or two had already whistled past our ears, and we had been forced in self-defence to draw our swords, when the tall minister whom we had already observed shoved his way through the crowd, and by dint of his lofty stature and commanding voice prevailed upon them to be silent.
โHow say ye,โ he asked, turning upon us, โfight ye for Baal or for the Lord? He who is not with us is against us.โ
โWhich is the side of Baal, most reverend sir, and which of the Lord?โ asked Sir Gervas Jerome. โMethinks if you were to speak plain English instead of Hebrew we might come to an understanding sooner.โ
โThis is no time for light words,โ the minister cried, with a flush of anger upon his face. โIf ye would keep your skins whole, tell me, are ye for the bloody usurper James Stuart, or are ye for his most Protestant
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