William Henry Giles Kingston
Published: 2020-09-28
Total Pages: 209
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ÒHark! the bells of Saint MichaelÕs are sending forth a jovial peal!Ó exclaimed Lancelot Kerridge, as he, Dick Harvey, and I were one day on board his boat fishing for mackerel, about two miles off the sea-port town of Lyme. ÒWhat they are saying I should mightily like to know, for depend onÕt itÕs something of importance. Haul in the lines, Ben!Ó he continued, addressing me; Òand, Dick, put an oar out to windward. IÕll take the helm. We shall fetch the Cob by keeping our luff.Ó The wind was off shore, but as we were to the westward of the Cob, and the tide was making in the same direction, we could easily fetch it. The water was smooth, the sea blue and bright as the eyes of sweet Cicely Kerridge, my friend LancelotÕs young sister, while scarcely a cloud dimmed the clear sky overhead. Lyme, then containing but one thousand inhabitants, where my two companions and I lived, is situated in Dorsetshire, near its western border, on the northern shore of a wide bay, formed by the Bill of Portland on the east and the Start Point on the west. Along the coast are several other towns, of which Dartmouth, owing to its excellent harbour, is the most considerable, besides numerous villages, including Charmouth and Uplyme. A line of cliffs of no great height extends away on either side of Lyme, which stands at the bottom of a valley; while beyond it rise the green slopes of Colway and Uplyme, hills overlooking the town. On the eastern side was the house of my father, Captain Roger Bracewell. He had commanded several of the trading ships of Master Humphrey Blake, of Bridgwater, at one time a merchant of renown, and the father of Captain Robert Blake, who had already made his name famous for his gallant defence of PriorÕs Hill when Bristol was besieged by Prince Rupert, until it was yielded in a dastardly fashion by Governor Fiennes.