If anybody cares to read a simple tale told simply, I,
John Ridd, of the parish of Oare, in the county of
Somerset, yeoman and churchwarden, have seen and had a
share in some doings of this neighborhood, which I will
try to set down in order, God sparing my life and
memory. And they who light ...
Far from any house or hut, in the depth of dreary moor-land, a
road, unfenced and almost unformed, descends to a rapid river. The
crossing is called the "Seven Corpse Ford," because a large party
of farmers, riding homeward from Middleton, banded together and
perhaps well primed through ...
In the days when England trusted mainly to the vigor and valor of
one man, against a world of enemies, no part of her coast was in
greater peril than the fair vale of Springhaven. But lying to the
west of the narrow seas, and the shouts both of menace and
vigilance, the quiet little vill ...