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"Look here, old Teggley Grey!" cried Bigley firing up; "if you say another word about my being so large, I'll pitch you out of the back of the cart, and drive into Barnstaple without you." "Do, Bigley, do," cried Bob in ecstasy. "Here, I'll hold the reins. Chuck him out." "Don't talk that way, Mars Bob Chowne," whined the old man. "You wouldn't like me to be hurt."
"Did my father tell you to take the pony?" "Course he did, and to take what he called a despatch." "Despatch?" "Yes. To Barnstaple." "What for?" "How should I know? It was a big letter, all tied round with ribbon and sealed up, and I've got another like it in here." As he spoke in a voice full of importance, he tapped a leathern wallet slung over his right shoulder.
We had seen the revolving light of the island before entering Barnstaple Bay. The east coast is bold and precipitous, with numerous deep ravines running into the cliffs. The south end is even more rugged than the northern. Near the landing-place is a cave hollowed out of a black rock, called the Devil's Kitchen; and beyond it is a narrow opening filled with dangerous rocks, known as Hell's Gate.
Even the names she could not read, and the shame of her ignorance lay upon her heavier than a weight of lead. She turned them over, wondering what were the mysteries that this print held from her. It was to her mysterious as the stars. Esther Waters came from Barnstaple.
While sitting at dinner, an express came from Barnstaple to inform him that a large ship, supposed to be an enemy, had anchored under Lundy Island. Captain Saumarez immediately repaired on board his ship, weighed anchor, and, notwithstanding the contrary wind and fresh gale, he beat down the channel, and in the morning saw her at anchor off Ilfracombe.
Soon after leaving Tintagel we came in sight of the higher light, which beamed forth from Lundy Island, revolving every two minutes. We stood on across Bude Bay, steering for Hartland Point, at the southern side of Barnstaple Bay.
"Nay, Jack," he said, when by signs I offered him to ride and tie: "never rode o' horseback but once, and then 'pon Parson Spinks his red mare at Bideford. Parson i' those days was courtin' the Widow Hambly, over to Torrington: an' I, that wanted to fare to Barnstaple, spent that mornin' an' better part o' th' afternoon, clawin' off Torrington.
My experience at Barnstaple, to be told hereafter, repaid the outlay, and no feature of an election ever came before me but I recognized a family likeness. Amongst the earliest was that of W.H. Smith, who had been returned for Westminster.
His oldest friend, Robert C. Chapman of Barnstaple, gave the writer the following simple incident: In the early days of his love to Christ, visiting a friend, and seeing him mending a quill pen, he said: "Brother H , do you pray to God when you mend your pen?" The answer was: "It would be well to do so, but I cannot say that I do pray when mending my pen."
I never chose my station, and never had a friend but the King's pennant; but I have always gone where I was sent, and done what I was ordered; and he who will act upon the same principles, may do as I have done." At the general election in 1802, he was solicited to stand for Barnstaple; for which, after a severe contest, he was returned on the 8th of July, by a very large majority.
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