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Micah Clarke

CHAPTER XVIII
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From the walls and the lumber-rooms of these old dwellings many other arms had been brought to light which were doubtless esteemed as things of price by our forefathers, but which would seem strange to your eyes in these days, when a musket may be fired once in every two minutes, and will carry a ball to a distance of four hundred paces.
There were halberds, battle-axes, morning stars, brown bills, maces, and ancient coats of chain mail, which might even now save a man from sword stroke or pike thrust.
In the midst of the coming and the going stood Master Timewell, the Mayor, ordering all things like a skilful and provident commander.

I could understand the trust and love which his townsmen had for him, as I watched him labouring with all the wisdom of an old man and the blithesomeness of a young one.

He was hard at work as we approached in trying the lock of a falconet; but perceiving us, he came forward and saluted us with much kindliness.
'I have heard much of ye,' said he; 'how ye caused the faithful to gather to a head, and so beat off the horsemen of the usurper.

It will not be the last time, I trust, that ye shall see their backs.

I hear, Colonel Saxon, that ye have seen much service abroad.' 'I have been the humble tool of Providence in much good work,' said Saxon, with a bow.


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