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In 1757 Moonfleet is a small village along the coast of southern England. The village takes its name from a formerly prominent local family, the Mohunes. The main character is John Trenchard, an orphan who lives with his aunt, Miss Jane Arnold.
Apr 5, 2024 · In the afternoon of Midsummer's Day the Elector brought the ketch into Moonfleet, and there was a posse of constables to march the smugglers off to Dorchester Jail. The prisoners trudged up through the village ironed two and two together, while people stood at their doors or followed them, the men greeting them with a kindly word—for we knew ...
- Chapter 1. In Moonfleet Village
- Chapter 2. The Floods
- Chapter 3. A Discovery
- Chapter 4. In The Vault
- Chapter 5. The Rescue
- Chapter 6. An Assault
- Chapter 7. An Auction
- Chapter 8. The Landing
- Chapter 9. A Judgement
- Chapter 10. The Escape
- Chapter 11. The Sea−Cave
- Chapter 12. A Funeral
- WHITEHALL, 15 May 1758
- APPREHENSION of the said ELZEVIR BLOCK, and a REWARD of TWENTY POUNDS to
- HOLDERNESSE.
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- Chapter 13. An Interview
- Chapter 14. The Well−House
- Chapter 15. The Well
- Chapter 16. The Jewel
- Chapter 17. At Ymeguen
- Aurungzebe.
- Chapter 19. On The Beach
So Deeps the pride of former daysMore The village of Moonfleet lies half a mile from the sea on the right or west bank of the Fleet stream. This rivulet, which is so narrow as it passes the houses that I have known a good jumper clear it without a pole, broadens out into salt marshes below the village, and loses itself at last in a lake of brackish...
Then banks came down with ruin and rout, Then beaten spray flew round about, Then all the mighty floods were out, And all the world was in the seaJean Ingelow On the third of November, a few days after this visit to the Why Not?, the wind, which had been blowing from the south−west, began about four in the afternoon to rise in sudden strong gusts. ...
Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign, And unknown regions dare descry; Still, as they run, they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind And snatch a fearful joy.Gray. I have said that I used often in the daytime, when not at school, to go to the churchyard, because being on a little rise, there was the best view of th...
Let us hob and nob with DeathTennyson Though nothing of the vault except the roof was visible from where I lay, and so I could not see these visitors, yet I heard every word spoken, and soon made out one voice as being Master Ratsey's. This discovery gave me no surprise hut much solace, for I thought that if the worst happened and I was discovered,...
Shades of the dead, have I not heard your voices Rise on the night−rolling breath of the gale?Byron When I came to myself! was lying, not in the outer blackness of the Mohune vault, not on a floor of sand; but in a bed of sweet clean linen, and in a little whitewashed room, through the window of which the spring sunlight streamed. Oh, the blessed s...
Surely after all, The noblest answer unto such Is perfect stillness when they brawlTennyson Have more than once brought up the name of Mr Maskew; and as I shall have other things to tell of him later on, may as well relate here what manner of man he was. His stature was but medium, not exceeding five feet four inches, I think; and to make the most ...
What if my houses be troubled with a rat, And I be pleased to give ten thousand ducats To have it banedShakespeare One evening in March, when the days were lengthening fast, there came a messenger from Dorchester, and brought printed notices for fixing to the shutters of the Why Not? and to the church door, which said that in a week's time the bail...
Let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely towerMilton Maskew got ugly looks from the men, and sour words from the wives, as he went up through the village that afternoon, for all knew what he had done, and for many days after the auction he durst not show his face abroad. Yet Damen of Ringstave and some others of the landers' men, wh...
Let them fight it out, friend. Things have gone too far" God must judge the couple: leave them as they seeBrowning I Made as if I would follow the others, not wishing to see what I must see if I stayed behind, and knowing that I was powerless to bend Elzevir from his purpose. But he called me back and bade me wait with him, for that I might be usef...
... How fearful And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low! ... I'll look no more Lest my brain turnShakespeare The while chalk was a bulwark between us and the foe; and though one or two of them loosed off their matchlocks, trying to get at us sideways, they could not even see their quarry, and 'twas only shooting at a venture. We were safe. But for...
The dull loneness, the black shade, That these hanging vaults have made: The strange music of the waves Beating on these hollow cavesWither He set me down in one corner, where was some loose dry silver−sand upon the floor, which others had perhaps used for a resting−place before. "Thou must lie here for a month or two, lad," he said; "'tis a mean b...
How he lies his rights of a man! Death has done all death canBrowning We stood for a moment holding one another's hands; then Ratsey spoke. "John, these two months have changed thee from boy to man. Thou wast a child when I turned that morning as we went up Hoar Head with the pack−horses, and looked back on thee and Elzevir below, and Maskew lying ...
Whereas it hath been humbly represented to the King that on Friday, the Night of the 16th of April last, THOMAS MASKEW, a Justice of the Peace, was most inhumanly murdered at Hoar Head, a lone place in the Parish of Chaldron, in the County of Dorset, by one ELZEVIR BLOCK and one JOHN TRENCHARD, both of the Parish of Moonfleet, in the aforesaid Coun...
any Person who shall furnish such INFORMATION as shall lead to the APPREHENSION of the said JOHN TRENCHARD. Such INFORMATION to be given to ME, or to the GOVERNOUR of HIS MAJESTY's GAOL in Dorchester.
"Therethat's the bill," he said; "and a vastly fine piece it is, and yet I wish that 'twas played with other actors. Now, in Moonfleet there is none that know your hiding−place, and not a man, nor woman either, that would tell if they knew it ten times over. But fifty pounds for Elzevir, and twenty pounds for an empty pumpkin−top like thine, is a f...
With that he took another heavy pull, and flung a log on the fire, till sparks flew about as in a smithy, and the flame that had slumbered woke again and leapt out white, blue, and green from the salt wood. Now, as the light danced and flickered I saw a piece of parchment lying at Ratsey's feet: and this was none other than the writing out of Black...
'Twas all so simple, and the word in the fourth verse "well" and not "vale" or "pool" as I had stuck at so often in trying to unriddle it. How was it I had not guessed as much before? and here was something to tell Elzevir when he−me back, that the clue was found to the cipher, and the secret out. I would not reveal it all at once, but tease him by...
No human creature stirred to go or come, No face looked forth from shut or open casement, No chimney smoked, there was no sign of borne From parapet to basementHood And so the days went on, until there came to be but two nights more before we were to leave our cave. Now I have said that the delay chafed us, because we were impatient to get at the m...
For those thou mayest not look upon Are gathering fast round the yawning stoneScott It wanted yet half an hour of midnight when I found myself at the shaft of the marble quarry, and before I had well set foot on the steps to descend, heard Elzevir's voice challenging out of the darkness below. I gave back "Prosper the Bonaventure", and so came home...
The grave doth gape and doting death is near Shakespeare The bucket was large, for all that the turnkey had tried to frighten me into think it small, and I could crouch in it low enough to feel safe of not falling out. Moreover, such a venture was not entirely new to me, for I had once been over Gad Cliff in a basket, to get two peregrines' eggs; y...
All that glisters is not goldShakespeare There was the turnkey's belt lying on the floor, with the keys and manacles fixed to it, just as it had failed and come off him at the fatal moment. Elzevir picked it up, tried the keys till he found the right one, and unlocked the door of the well−house. "There are other locks to open before we get out," I ...
As if a thief should steal a tainted vest, Some dead man's spoil, and sicken of his pestHood 'Tis bitterer to me than wormwood the memory of what followed, and I shall tell the story in the fewest words I may. We were cast into prison, and lay there for months in a stone cell with little light, and only foul straw to lie on. At first we were cut an...
'Twas with regret unspeakable I took my last look at Europe; and casting my eyes round saw the smoke of the town dark against the darkening sky; yet knew that neither smoke nor sky was half as black as was the prospect of my life. They sent us down to the orlop or lowest deck; a foul place where was no air nor light, and shut the hatches down on to...
Toll for the brave, The grave that are no more; All sunk beneath the wave Fast by their native shoreCowper The night was cold, and I had nothing on me save breeches and boots, and those drenched with the sea, and had been wrestling with the surf so long that there was little left in me. Yet once I clutched the rope I clung to it for very life, and ...
In the afternoon of Midsummer's Day the Elector brought the ketch into Moonfleet, and there was a posse of constables to march the smugglers off to Dorchester Jail.
afternoon of Midsummer’s Day the Elector brought the ketch into Moonfl eet, and there was a posse of constables to march the smugglers off to Dorchester Jail.
- Rich Cooper
- Digital Fortress
- 8/6/2013 4:14:48 PM
Moonfleet. Written by John Meade Falkner. Review by Henriette Gyland. This is a first-rate adventure story, beautifully set in an 18th-century Dorset fishing community, with tales of skulduggery, smuggling, hidden treasure, greed, treachery, and true love: all the ingredients for a good old yarn.
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His visits to Moonfleet were usually short enough, for owing to the Mohunes owning all the land, the only duchy estate there was the Why Not, and the only duty of the bailiff to renew that five-year lease under which the Blocks had held the inn, father and son, for generations.
