The Children of the New Forest
By Frederick Marryat and Michael Rosen
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A classic tale of historical adventure to be enjoyed by children and adults alike, set against the turbulent background of the English Civil War, as well as a charming coming-of-age story
It was in the month of November in this year that King Charles, accompanied by Sir John Berkely, Ashburnham, and Legg, made his escape from Hampton Court, and rode as fast as the horses could carry them toward that part of Hampshire which led to the New Forest . . .
It is 1647. Charles I has been defeated in the civil war, but has escaped captivity and is making for France. Parliamentary soldiers searching the New Forest decide to burn the house of Colonel Beverly, a royalist officer killed at the Battle of Naseby. His four children are rescued by their father's gamekeeper, Jacob, who takes them in. The children gradually shed their aristocratic sensibilities and adapt to the simple ways of the forest, working Jacob's farmstead and befriending other inhabitants of the woodland. But when Charles II raises an army and the specter of war returns to haunt the Beverly children, they realize they cannot hide from their true identity.
Frederick Marryat
Frederick Marryat (1792-1848) was an English naval officer and novelist. Born in London, Marryat was raised in a prominent merchant family by Joseph Marryat, a member of Parliament, and his American wife Charlotte. He joined the Royal Navy in 1806 as a midshipman on the HMS Imperieuse, serving under Lord Cochrane. Throughout his naval career, he served on several ships and was present at battles against the French fleet off the coast of Spain. On the HMS Spartan, he fought in the War of 1812 and participated in raids on New England. After the war, he worked as an inventor and artist, patenting a new lifeboat and making a famous sketch of Napoleon on his deathbed in Saint Helena. He retired from the Royal Navy in 1830 to pursue a career as a professional writer, producing nautical novels and finding success with Mr. Midshipman Easy (1836). He frequently based his stories on his own experiences and earned a reputation as a member of Charles Dickens’ influential literary circle. His novels of adventure on the high seas would inspire countless storytellers, including Mark Twain, Ernest Hemingway, and Joseph Conrad.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Although I didn't particularly enjoy this book, partially because it has undoubtedly failed to age well, and partially because I personally found it often boring reading - with a lot of attention to the slaughter of animals - worth a read indeed, especially for adults.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5When I first read this, I adored this and thought it was pretty much perfection. I read it over and over again, until the covers fell off my copy. I had that reaction to a lot of children's books, and I can't quite find the enchantment again in this one, which makes me sad. I decided to reread it after I came across a reference to it in one of the books I read for Introduction to Children's Literature.
It isn't really a very easily accessible text in some respects: rather biased, sometimes dry, rather didactic. Historical fiction is a turn-off in itself for some people. I remember being drawn in by the characters, though -- some of them are a little too good to be true, but Edward is at least a bit of an idiot sometimes, overly impetuous and jumping to conclusions. Alice and Edith are somewhat non-characters -- indeed, so is Patience, actually -- so I'm surprised I found so much to relate to, as a child. I suppose I didn't really care about whether the characters were male or female. Now I found the story surprisingly short on everything I was more interested in, in the later part of the book -- how exactly Edward gets on in the fighting, for example, and a more satisfying way of bringing all the characters together at the end. The ending paragraph or so is quite an irritating dry summary.
Still, there is still some of the magic in learning how they become so self-sufficient, in how clever Humphrey and Pablo are, and in the forest adventures. The stuff outside of the forest doesn't ring as true, though. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Written in 1847 about the four children of a Cavalier famiiy in the time of Cromwell who learn to fend for themselves very successfully in a the New Forest. The style is complex and the concepts mature and important: Some supporters of Cromwell, who disapproved of the King's actions, realized too late that Cromwell was even more dictatorial. When the monarchy is restored, too much time and property transfer has occurred to restore everything peacefully back to the way it was. The characters are perhaps too perfect and the Eden-like quality of living in the forest may be too ideal. But, hey, why not.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5There's nothing like a child's book to put you in the midst of history while understanding what children did when faced with adversity. Marryat did a phenomenal job, but then anyone who knows this period of time as well as he did couldn't help but do a phenomenal job.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Classic adventure. I loved it.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5This was one of the first historical novels written specifically for children and published in 1847. Set during the English Civil War, the four children of deceased cavalier Colonel Beverley escape from the burning of their family home and are sheltered in the New Forest by Jacob Armitage. They take fictional identities as Armitage's supposed grandchildren. Over time, they get used to their lives there farming and herding cattle. The elder son Edward tries to get involved in the attempts to restore the future King Charles II, with mixed success. The depiction of the Civil War is definitely pro-Royalist, and helped to set the literary narrative of dour Roundheads and romantic swashbuckling Cavaliers. Though it isn't totally one-sided, and Intendant Heatherstone is a Roundhead who understands why people rebelled against King Charles I for depriving them of their liberties and promoting the divine right of kings, while being repelled by the King's execution. The final chapter leaps forward a few years to the Restoration and the four Beverleys taking up positions in the new court.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Tried to read this as a child as part of my Brownies bookworm badge and failed. Tried in my 60s and still unable to finish it. It always amazes me how often my adult taste marries with my childhood opinion.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I read most 'Children's Classics' in my youth, but never seemed to get a copy of this one... It's actually (even as an adult reader) a pretty good read, even if, being older and more cynical, we might feel the efforts of the young protagonists are quite astonishingly successful!
It's the story of the four Beverley children, during the English Civil War. The orphaned offspring of a well-to-do Cavalier, they are being brought up by a sour old aunt in their family home, until the arrival of Roundheads, the burning down of the property and seizure of old Cousin Judith (whom they take to be Charles I in disguise)...
Then follow years of adventure as the four are taken in by a sympathetic forester. Edward, the eldest, soon becomes an adroit deer hunter, while practical brother Humphrey starts a technically impressive farm, and the girls master homecraft. But there's a Roundhead 'Intendant' (with a lovely daughter) supervising the forest; an obliging gypsy who falls into Humphrey's trap; and tantalising news of Charles II returning to re-take the throne...
Pretty good!! - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5There are four children have no parents.
Their mother is dead and their father died while fighting for the King.If they are found by Cromwell's soldiers,they may be killed.
so they escape into the New Forest.
I like this story.
The four ob them help each other to live in the New Forest.
They give me courage.
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The Children of the New Forest - Frederick Marryat
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chapter one
The circumstances which I am about to relate to my juvenile readers took place in the year 1647. By referring to the history of England, of that date, they will find that King Charles the First, against whom the Commons of England had rebelled, after a civil war of nearly five years, had been defeated, and was confined as a prisoner at Hampton Court. The Cavaliers, or the party who fought for King Charles, had all been dispersed and the Parliamentary army under the command of Cromwell were beginning to control the Commons.
It was in the month of November in this year that King Charles, accompanied by Sir John Berkely, Ashburnham, and Legg, made his escape from Hampton Court, and rode as fast as the horses could carry them toward that part of Hampshire which led to the New Forest. The king expected that his friends had provided a vessel in which he might escape to France, but in this he was disappointed. There was no vessel ready, and after riding for some time along the shore, he resolved to go to Titchfield, a seat belonging to the Earl of Southampton. After a long consultation with those who attended him, he yielded to their advice, which was, to trust to Colonel Hammond, who was governor of the Isle of Wight for the Parliament, but who was supposed to be friendly to the king. Whatever might be the feelings of commiseration of Colonel Hammond toward a king so unfortunately situated, he was firm in his duties toward his employers, and the consequence was that King Charles found himself again a prisoner in Carisbrooke Castle.
But we must now leave the king and retrace history to the commencement of the civil war. A short distance from the town of Lymington, which is not far from Titchfield, where the king took shelter, but on the other side of Southampton Water, and south of the New Forest, to which it adjoins, was a property called Arnwood, which belonged to a Cavalier of the name of Beverley. It was at that time a property of considerable value, being very extensive, and the park ornamented with valuable timber; for it abutted on the New Forest, and might have been supposed to have been a continuation of it. This Colonel Beverley, as we must call him, for he rose to that rank in the king’s army, was a valued friend and companion of Prince Rupert, and commanded several troops of cavalry. He was ever at his side in the brilliant charges made by this gallant prince, and at last fell in his arms at the battle of Naseby. Colonel Beverley had married into the family of the Villiers, and the issue of his marriage was two sons and two daughters; but his zeal and sense of duty had induced him, at the commencement of the war, to leave his wife and family at Arnwood, and he was fated never to meet them again. The news of his death had such an effect upon Mrs Beverley, already worn with anxiety on her husband’s account, that a few months afterward she followed him to an early tomb, leaving the four children under the charge of an elderly relative, till such time as the family of the Villiers could protect them; but, as will appear by our history, this was not at that period possible. The life of a king and many other lives were in jeopardy, and the orphans remained at Arnwood, still under the care of their elderly relation, at the time that our history commences.
The New Forest, my readers are perhaps aware, was first inclosed by William the Conqueror as a royal forest for his own amusement – for in those days most crowned heads were passionately fond of the chase; and they may also recollect that his successor, William Rufus, met his death in this forest by the glancing of an arrow shot by Sir Walter Tyrrell. Since that time to the present day it has continued a royal domain. At the period of which we are writing, it had an establishment of verderers and keepers, paid by the crown, amounting to some forty or fifty men. At the commencement of the civil war they remained at their posts, but soon found, in the disorganized state of the country, that their wages were no longer to be obtained; and then, when the king had decided upon raising an army, Beverley, who held a superior office in the Forest, enrolled all the young and athletic men who were employed in the Forest, and marched them away with him to join the king’s army. Some few remained, their age not rendering their services of value, and among them was an old and attached servant of Beverley, a man above sixty years of age, whose name was Jacob Armitage, and who had obtained the situation through Colonel Beverley’s interest. Those who remained in the Forest lived in cottages many miles asunder, and indemnified themselves for the non-payment of their salaries by killing the deer for sale and for their own subsistence.
The cottage of Jacob Armitage was situated on the skirts of the New Forest, about a mile and a half from the mansion of Arnwood; and when Colonel Beverley went to join the king’s troops, feeling how little security there would be for his wife and children in those troubled times, he requested the old man, by his attachment to the family, not to lose sight of Arnwood, but to call there as often as possible to see if he could be of service to Mrs Beverley. The colonel would have persuaded Jacob to have altogether taken up his residence at the mansion, but to this the old man objected. He had been all his life under the greenwood tree, and could not bear to leave the forest. He promised the colonel that he would watch over his family, and ever be at hand when required; and he kept his word. The death of Colonel Beverley was a heavy blow to the old forester, and he watched over Mrs Beverley and the orphans with the greatest solicitude; but when Mrs Beverley followed her husband to the tomb, he then redoubled his attentions, and was seldom more than a few hours at a time away from the mansion. The two boys were his inseparable companions, and he instructed them, young as they were, in all the secrets of his own calling. Such was the state of affairs at the time that King Charles made his escape from Hampton Court; and I now shall resume my narrative from where it was broken off.
As soon as the escape of Charles I was made known to Cromwell and the Parliament, troops of horse were dispatched in every direction to the southward, toward which the prints of the horses’ hoofs proved that he had gone. As they found that he had proceeded in the direction of the New Forest, the troops were subdivided and ordered to scour the forest, in parties of twelve to twenty, while others hastened down to Southampton, Lymington, and every other seaport or part of the coast from which the king might be likely to embark. Old Jacob had been at Arnwood on the day before, but on this day he had made up his mind to procure some venison, that he might not go there again empty-handed; for Miss Judith Villiers was very partial to venison, and was not slow to remind Jacob, if the larder was for many days deficient in that meat. Jacob had gone out accordingly; he had gained his leeward position of a fine buck, and was gradually nearing him by stealth – now behind a huge oak tree, and then crawling through the high fern, so as to get within shot unperceived, when on a sudden the animal, which had been quietly feeding, bounded away and disappeared in the thicket. At the same time Jacob perceived a small body of horse galloping through the glen in which the buck had been feeding. Jacob had never yet seen the Parliamentary troops, for they had not during the war been sent into that part of the country, but their iron skull-caps, their buff accoutrements, and dark habiliments assured him that such these must be; so very different were they from the gaily equipped Cavalier cavalry commanded by Prince Rupert. At the time that they advanced, Jacob had been lying down in the fern near to some low blackthorn bushes; not wishing to be perceived by them, he drew back between the bushes, intending to remain concealed until they should gallop out of sight; for Jacob thought, ‘I am a king’s forester, and they may consider me as an enemy, and who knows how I may be treated by them?’ But Jacob was disappointed in his expectations of the troops riding past him; on the contrary, as soon as they arrived at an oak tree within twenty yards of where he was concealed, the order was given to halt and dismount; the sabres of the horsemen clattered in their iron sheaths as the order was obeyed, and the old man expected to be immediately discovered; but one of the thorn bushes was directly between him and the troopers, and effectually concealed him. At last Jacob ventured to raise his head and peep through the bush; and he perceived that the men were loosening the girths of their black horses, or wiping away the perspiration from their sides with handfuls of fern.
A powerfully-formed man, who appeared to command the others, was standing with his hand upon the arched neck of his steed, which appeared as fresh and vigorous as ever, although covered with foam and perspiration. ‘Spare not to rub down, my men,’ said he, ‘for we have tried the mettle of our horses, and have now but one half-hour’s breathing-time. We must be on, for the work of the Lord must be done.’
‘They say that this forest is many miles in length and breadth,’ observed another of the men, ‘and we may ride many a mile to no purpose; but here is James Southwold, who once was living in it as a verderer; nay, I think that he said that he was born and bred in these woods. Was it not so, James Southwold?’
‘It is even as you say,’ replied an active-looking young man; ‘I was born and bred in this forest, and my father was a verderer before me.’
Jacob Armitage, who listened to the conversation, immediately recognized the young man in question. He was one of those who had joined the king’s army with the other verderers and keepers. It pained him much to perceive that one who had always been considered a frank, true-hearted young man, and who left the forest to fight in defence of his king, was now turned a traitor, and had joined the ranks of the enemy; and Jacob thought how much better it had been for James Southwold, if he had never quitted the New Forest, and had not been corrupted by evil company; ‘he was a good lad,’ thought Jacob, ‘and now he is a traitor and a hypocrite.’
‘If born and bred in this forest, James Southwold,’ said the leader of the troop, ‘you must fain know all its mazes and paths. Now, call to mind, are there no secret hiding places in which people may remain concealed; no thickets which may cover both man and horse? Peradventure thou mayest point out the very spot where this man Charles may be hidden?’
‘I do know one dell, within a mile of Arnwood,’ replied James Southwold, ‘which might cover double our troop from the eyes of the most wary.’
‘We will ride there, then,’ replied the leader. ‘Arnwood, sayest thou? is not that the property of the Malignant Cavalier Beverley, who was shot down at Naseby?’
‘Even so,’ replied Southwold; ‘and many is the time – that is, in the olden time, before I was regenerated – many is the day of revelry that I have passed there; many the cup of good ale that I have quaffed.’
‘And thou shalt quaff it again,’ replied the leader. ‘Good ale was not intended only for Malignants, but for those who serve diligently. After we have examined the dell which thou speakest of, we will direct our horses’ heads toward Arnwood.’
‘Who knows but what the man Charles may be concealed in the Malignant’s house?’ observed another.
‘In the day I should say no,’ replied the leader; ‘but in the night the Cavaliers like to have a roof over their heads; and, therefore, at night, and not before, will we proceed thither.’
‘I have searched many of their abodes,’ observed another, ‘but search is almost in vain. What with their spring panels, and secret doors, their false ceilings, and double walls, one may ferret forever, and find nothing.’
‘Yes,’ replied the leader, ‘their abodes are full of these popish abominations; but there is one way which is sure; and if the man Charles be concealed in any house, I venture to say that I will find him. Fire and smoke will bring him forth; and to every Malignant’s house within twenty miles will I apply the torch; but it must be at night, for we are not sure of his being housed during the day. James Southwold, thou knowest well the mansion of Arnwood?’
‘I know well my way to all the offices below – the buttery, the cellar, and the kitchen; but I cannot say that I have ever been into the apartments of the upper house.’
‘That it needeth not; if thou canst direct us to the lower entrance it will be sufficient.’
‘That can I, Master Ingram,’ replied Southwold, ‘and to where the best ale used to be found.’
‘Enough, Southwold, enough; our work must be done, and diligently. Now, my men, tighten your girths; we will just ride to the dell: if it conceals not whom we seek, it shall conceal us till night, and then the country shall be lighted up with the flames of Arnwood, while we surround the house and prevent escape. Levellers, to horse!’
The troopers sprung upon their saddles, and went off at a hard trot, Southwold leading the way. Jacob remained among the fern until they were out of sight, and then rose up. He looked for a short time in the direction in which the troopers had gone, stooped down again to take up his gun, and then said, ‘There’s providence in this; yes, and there’s providence in my not having my dog with me, for he would not have remained quiet for so long a time. Who would ever have thought that James Southwold would have turned a traitor! more than traitor, for he is now ready to bite the hand that has fed him, to burn the house that has ever welcomed him. This is a bad world, and I thank Heaven that I have lived in the woods. But there is no time to lose’; and the old forester threw his gun over his shoulder, and hastened away in the direction of his own cottage.
‘And so the king has escaped,’ thought Jacob, as he went along, ‘and he may be in the forest! Who knows but he may be at Arnwood, for he must hardly know where to go for shelter? I must haste and see Miss Judith immediately. ‘Levellers, to horse!’ the fellow said. ‘What’s a Leveller?’ thought Jacob.
As perhaps my readers may ask the same question, they must know that a large proportion of the Parliamentary army had at this time assumed the name of Levellers, in consequence of having taken up the opinion that every man should be on an equality, and property should be equally divided. The hatred of these people to anyone above them in rank or property, especially toward those of the king’s party, which mostly consisted of men of rank and property, was unbounded, and they were merciless and cruel to the highest degree, throwing off much of that fanatical bearing and language which had before distinguished the Puritans. Cromwell had great difficulty in eventually putting them down, which he did at last accomplish by hanging and slaughtering many. Of this Jacob knew nothing; all he knew was, that Arnwood was to be burned down that night, and that it would be necessary to remove the family. As for obtaining assistance to oppose the troopers, that he knew to be impossible. As he thought of what must take place, he thanked God for having allowed him to gain the knowledge of what was to happen, and hastened on his way. He had been about eight miles from Arnwood when he had concealed himself in the fern. Jacob first went to his cottage to deposit his gun, saddled his forest pony, and set off for Arnwood. In less than two hours the old man was at the door of the mansion; it was then about three o’clock in the afternoon, and being in the month of November, there was not so much as two hours of daylight remaining. ‘I shall have a difficult job with the stiff old lady,’ thought Jacob, as be rung the bell; ‘I don’t believe that she would rise out of her high chair for old Noll and his whole army at his back. But we shall see.’
chapter two
Before Jacob is admitted to the presence of Miss Judith Villiers, we must give some account of the establishment at Arnwood. With the exception of one male servant, who officiated in the house and stable as his services might be required, every man of the household of Colonel Beverley had followed the fortunes of their master, and as none had returned, they in all probability had shared his fate. Three female servants, with the man above mentioned, composed the whole household. Indeed, there was every reason for not increasing the establishment, for the rents were either paid in part, or not paid at all. It was generally supposed that the property, now that the Parliament had gained the day, would be sequestrated, although such was not yet the case; and the tenants were unwilling to pay, to those who were not authorized to receive, the rents which they might be again called upon to make good. Miss Judith Villiers, therefore, found it difficult to maintain the present household; and although she did not tell Jacob Armitage that such was the case, the fact was, that very often the venison which he brought to the mansion was all the meat that was in the larder. The three female servants held the offices of cook, attendant upon Miss Villiers, and housemaid; the children being under the care of no particular servant, and left much to themselves. There had been a chaplain in the house, but he had quitted before the death of Mrs Beverley, and the vacancy had not been filled up; indeed, it could not well be, for the one who left had not received his salary for many months, and Miss Judith Villiers, expecting every day to be summoned by her relations to bring the children and join them, sat in her high chair waiting for the arrival of this summons, which, from the distracted state of the times, had never come.
As we have before said, the orphans were four in number; the two eldest were boys, and the youngest were girls. Edward, the eldest boy, was between thirteen and fourteen years old; Humphrey, the second, was twelve; Alice, eleven; and Edith, eight. As it is the history of these young persons which we are about to narrate, we shall say little about them at present, except that for many months they had been under little or no restraint, and less attended to. Their companions were Benjamin, the man who remained in the house, and old Jacob Armitage, who passed all the time he could spare with them. Benjamin was rather weak in intellect, and was a source of amusement rather than otherwise. As for the female servants, one was wholly occupied with her attendance on Miss Judith, who was very exacting, and had a high notion of her own consequence. The other two had more than sufficient employment; as, when there is no money to pay with, everything must be done at home. That, under such circumstances, the boys became boisterous and the little girls became romps, is not to be wondered at: but their having become so was the cause of Miss Judith seldom admitting them into her room. It is true that they were sent for once a day, to ascertain if they were in the house, or in existence, but soon dismissed and left to their own resources. Such was the neglect to which these young orphans was exposed. It must, however, be admitted, that this very neglect made them independent and bold, full of health from constant activity, and more fitted for the change which was so soon to take place.
‘Benjamin,’ said Jacob, as the other came to the door, ‘I must speak with the old lady.’
‘Have you brought any venison, Jacob?’ said Benjamin, grinning, ‘else, I reckon, you’ll not be over welcome.’
‘No, I have not; but it is an important business, so send Agatha to her directly.’
‘I will; and I’ll not say anything about the venison.’
In a few minutes, Jacob was ushered up by Agatha into Miss Judith Villiers’ apartment. The old lady was about fifty years of age, very prim and starched, sitting in a high-backed chair, with her feet upon a stool, and her hands crossed before her, her black mittens reposing upon her snow-white apron.
The old forester made his obeisance.
‘You have important business with us, I am told,’ observed Miss Judith.
‘Most important, madam,’ replied Jacob. ‘In the first place, it is right that you should be informed that his majesty, King Charles, has escaped from Hampton Court.’
‘His majesty escaped!’ replied the lady.
‘Yes; and is supposed to be secreted somewhere in this neighbourhood. His majesty is not in this house, madam, I presume?’
‘Jacob, his majesty is not in this house: if he were, I would suffer my tongue to be torn out sooner than I would confess it, even to you.’
‘But I have more for your private ear, madam.’
‘Agatha, retire; and Agatha, be mindful that you go downstairs, and do not remain outside the door.’
Agatha, with this injunction, bounced out of the room, slamming-to the door so as to make Miss Judith start from her seat.
‘Ill-mannered girl!’ exclaimed Miss Judith. ‘Now, Jacob Armitage, you may proceed.’
Jacob then entered into the detail of what he had overheard that morning, when he fell in with the troopers, concluding with the information, that the mansion would be burned down that very night. He then pointed out the necessity of immediately abandoning the house, as it would be impossible to oppose the troopers.
‘And where am I to go to, Jacob?’ said Miss Judith, calmly.
‘I hardly know, madam; there is my cottage; it is but a poor place, and not fit for one like you.’
‘So I should presume, Jacob Armitage, neither shall I accept your offer. It would ill befit the dignity of a Villiers to be frightened out of her abode by a party of rude soldiers. Happen what will, I shall not stir from this – no, not even from this chair. Neither do I consider the danger so great as you suppose. Let Benjamin saddle, and be prepared to ride over to Lymington immediately. I will give him a letter to the magistrate there, who will send us protection.’
‘But, madam, the children cannot remain here. I will not leave them here. I promised the colonel – ’
‘Will the children be in more danger than I shall be, Jacob Armitage?’ replied the old lady, stiffly. ‘They dare not ill-treat me – they may force the buttery and drink the ale – they may make merry with that and the venison which you have brought with you, I presume, but they will hardly venture to insult a lady of the House of Villiers.’
‘I fear they will venture anything, madam. At all events, they will frighten the children, and for one night they will be better in my cottage.’
‘Well, then, be it so; take them to your cottage, and take Martha to attend upon the Miss Beverleys. Go down now, and desire Agatha to come to me, and Benjamin to saddle as fast as he can.’
Jacob left the room, satisfied with the permission to remove the children. He knew that it was useless to argue with Miss Judith, who was immovable when once she had declared her intentions. He was debating in his own mind whether he should acquaint the servants with the threatened danger; but he had no occasion to do so, for Agatha had remained at the door while Jacob was communicating the intelligence, and as soon as he had arrived at that portion of it by which she learned that the mansion was to be burned down that night, had run off to the kitchen to communicate the intelligence to the other servants.
‘I’ll not stay to be burned to death,’ exclaimed the cook, as Jacob came in. ‘Well, Mr Armitage, this is pretty news you have brought. What does my lady say!’
‘She desires that Benjamin saddles immediately, to carry a letter to Lymington; and you, Agatha, are to go upstairs to her.’
‘But what does she mean to do? Where are we to go?’ exclaimed Agatha.
‘Miss Judith intends to remain where she is.’
‘Then she will remain alone, for me,’ exclaimed the housemaid, who was admired by Benjamin. ‘It’s bad enough to have little victuals and no wages, but as for being burned to death – Benjamin, put a pillion behind your saddle, and I’ll go to Lymington with you. I won’t be long in getting my bundle.’
Benjamin, who was in the kitchen with the maids at the time that Jacob entered, made a sign significant of consent, and went away to the stable. Agatha went up to her mistress in a state of great perturbation, and the cook also hurried away to her bedroom.
‘They’ll all leave her,’ thought Jacob; ‘well, my duty is plain; I’ll not leave the children in the house.’ Jacob then went in search of them, and found them playing in the garden. He called the two boys to him, and told them to follow him.
‘Now, Mr Edward,’ said he, ‘you must prove yourself your father’s own son. We must leave this house immediately; come up with me to your rooms, and help me to pack up yours and your sisters’ clothes, for we must go to my cottage this night. There is no time to be lost.’
‘But why, Jacob; I must know why?’
‘Because the Parliamentary troopers will burn it down this night.’
‘Burn it down! Why, the house is mine, is it not? Who dares to burn down this house?’
‘They will dare it, and will do it.’
‘But we will fight them, Jacob; we can bolt and bar; I can fire a gun, and hit too, as you know; then there’s Benjamin and you.’
‘And what can you and two men do against a troop of horse, my dear boy? If we could defend the place against them, Jacob Armitage would be the first; but it is impossible, my dear boy. Recollect your sisters. Would you have them burned to death, or shot by these wretches? No, no, Mr Edward; you must do as I say, and lose no time. Let us pack up what will be most useful, and load White Billy with the bundles; then you must all come to the cottage with me, and we will make it out how we can.’
‘That will be jolly!’ said Humphrey; ‘come, Edward.’
But Edward Beverley required more persuasion to abandon the house; at last, old Jacob prevailed, and the clothes were put up in bundles as fast as they could collect them.
‘Your aunt said Martha was to go with your sisters, but I doubt if she will,’ observed Jacob, ‘and I think we shall have no room for her, for the cottage is small enough.’
‘Oh no, we don’t want her,’ said Humphrey; ‘Alice always dresses Edith and herself too, ever since mamma died.’
‘Now we will carry down the bundles, and you make them fast on the pony while I go for your sisters.’
‘But where does aunt Judith go?’ enquired Edward.
‘She will not leave the house, Master Edward; she intends to stay and speak to the troopers.’
‘And so an old woman like her remains to face the enemy, while I run away from them!’ replied Edward. ‘I will not go.’
‘Well, Master Edward,’ replied Jacob, ‘you must do as you please; but it will be cruel to leave your sisters here; they and Humphrey must come with me, and I cannot manage to get them to the cottage without you go with us; it is not far, and you can return in a very short time.’
To this Edward consented. The pony was soon loaded, and the little girls, who were still playing in the garden, were called in by Humphrey. They were told that they were going to pass the night in the cottage, and were delighted at the idea.
‘Now, Master Edward,’ said Jacob, ‘will you take your sisters by the hand and lead them to the cottage? Here is the key of the door; Master Humphrey can lead the pony; and Master Edward,’ continued Jacob, taking him aside, ‘I’ll tell you one thing which I will not mention before your brother and sisters: the troopers are all about the New Forest, for King Charles has escaped, and they are seeking for him. You must not, therefore, leave your brother and sisters till I return. Lock the cottage door as soon as it is dark. You know where to get a light, over the cupboard; and my gun is loaded, and hangs above the mantelpiece. You must do your best if they attempt to force an entrance; but above all, promise me not to leave them till I return. I will remain here to see what I can do with your aunt, and when I come back we can then decide how to act.’
This latter ruse of Jacob’s succeeded. Edward promised that he would not leave his sisters, and it wanted but a few minutes of twilight when the little party quitted the mansion of Arnwood. As they went out of the gates they were passed by Benjamin, who was trotting away with Martha behind him on a pillion, holding a bundle as large as herself. Not a word was exchanged, and Benjamin and Martha were soon out of sight.
‘Why, where can Martha be going?’ said Alice. ‘Will she be back when we come home tomorrow?’
Edward made no reply, but Humphrey said, ‘Well, she has taken plenty of clothes in that huge bundle for one night, at least.’
Jacob, as soon as he had seen the children on their way, returned to the kitchen, where he found Agatha and the cook collecting their property, evidently bent upon a hasty retreat.
‘Have you seen Miss Judith, Agatha?’
‘Yes; and she told me that she should remain, and that I should stand behind her chair that she might receive the troopers with dignity; but I don’t admire the plan. They might leave her alone, but I am sure that they will be rude to me.’
‘When did Benjamin say he would be back?’
‘He don’t intend coming back. He said he would not, at all events, till tomorrow morning, and then he would ride out this way, to ascertain if the report was false or true. But Martha has gone with him.’
‘I wish I could persuade the old lady to leave the house,’ said Jacob, thoughtfully. ‘I fear they will not pay her the respect that she calculates upon. Go up, Agatha, and say I wish to speak with her.’
‘No, not I; I must be off, for it is dark already.’
‘And where are you going, then?’
‘To Gossip Allwood’s. It’s a good mile, and I have to carry my things.’
‘Well, Agatha, if you’ll take me up to the old lady, I’ll carry your things for you.’
Agatha consented, and as soon as she had taken up the lamp, for it was now quite dark, Jacob was once more introduced.
‘I wish, madam,’ said Jacob, ‘you would be persuaded to leave the house for this night.’
‘Jacob Armitage, leave this house I will not, if it were filled with troopers; I have said so.’
‘But, madam – ’
‘No more, sir; you are too forward,’ replied the old lady, haughtily.
‘But, madam – ’
‘Leave my presence, Jacob Armitage, and never appear again. Quit the room, and send Agatha here.’
‘She has left, madam, and so has the cook, and Martha went away behind Benjamin; when I leave, you will be alone.’
‘They have dared to leave?’
‘They dared not stay, madam.’
‘Leave me, Jacob Armitage, and shut the door when you go out.’ Jacob still hesitated. ‘Obey me instantly,’ said the old lady; and the forester, finding all remonstrance useless, went out, and obeyed her last commands by shutting the door after him.
Jacob found Agatha and the other maid in the courtyard; he took up their packages, and, as he promised, accompanied them to Gossip Allwood, who kept a small ale-house about a mile distant.
‘But, mercy on us! what will become of the children?’ said Agatha, as they walked along, her fears for herself having up to this time made her utterly forgetful of them. ‘Poor things! and Martha has left them.’
‘Yes, indeed; what will become of the dear babes?’ said the cook, half crying.
Now Jacob, knowing that the children of such a Malignant as Colonel Beverley would have sorry treatment if discovered, and knowing also that women were not always to be trusted, determined not to tell them how they were disposed of. He therefore replied,
‘Who would hurt such young children as those? No, no, they are safe enough; even the troopers would protect them.’
‘I should hope so,’ replied Agatha.
‘You may be sure of that; no man would hurt babies,’ replied Jacob. ‘The troopers will take them with them to Lymington, I suppose. I’ve no fear for them; it’s the proud old lady whom they will be uncivil to.’
The conversation here ended, and in due time they arrived at the inn. Jacob had just put the bundles down on the table, when the clattering of horses’ hoofs was heard. Shortly afterward, the