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Nor did he join with his friends in the words of gladness for Owen's return, though indeed I had some thought that theirs might have been warmer. It was almost as if something was held back by the Devon man and his daughter, though why I should think so I could not tell. At all events, their way of receiving the news was not like that of Howel and Nona.
For a second it wavered and flickered and then in a moment more a red glare lighted up the heavens and cast a lurid glow upon the two fleets, the cliffs of England and the sea and showing plainly two boats with Young and Prowse, the two men of Devon in one; Francis and Edward in the other.
"Well done, men of Devon!" shouted Amyas, as cheers rent the welkin. "She has struck," cried some, as the deafening hurrahs died away. "Not a bit," said Amyas. "Hold on, helmsman, and leave her to patch her tackle while we settle the galleys."
They saw the effort and its failure, and understood both. With a gesture of hopelessness, he turned his back toward them, and stood with sagging muscles and eyes fixed on the empty grate. Epstein's nerves snapped. "For God's sake, Devon," he begged, "cut out the vaits! Tell us vot you got on your chest, and tell it quick." Laurie turned and once more met his eyes.
In a poor farm-house among the pleasant valleys of South Devon, among the white apple-orchards and the rich water-meadows, and the red fallows and red kine, in the year of grace 1552, a boy was born, as beautiful as day, and christened Walter Raleigh.
"By the living God, I, Clement Hicks, bee-master of Chagford, Devon, swear to keep the secret of my friend and neighbour, William Blanchard, whatever it is." "And may He tear the life out of you if you so much as think to tell." Hicks laughed and shook his hair from his forehead. "You're suspicious of the best friend you've got in the world." "Not a spark.
John's, and erected a pillar on which were inscribed the Queen's arms. Gilbert had none of the qualities of a coloniser, and on his voyage back to England he was lost at sea, and it was left to the men of Devon and the West coast in later times to make a permanent settlement on the great island of the Gulf.
Also, he went to a drawer and took out the little pistol he had taken away from Doris in the tragic moment of their first meeting. Holding it in his hand, he hesitated. Heretofore, throughout his short but varied life, young Devon had depended upon his well-trained fists to protect him from the violence of others.
There, in five words of one syllable, is the kernel of this fellow Pearse "As free as a man!" No rule, no law, not even the mysterious shackles that bind men to their own self-respects! "As free as a man!" No ideals; no principles; no fixed star for his worship; no coil he can't slide out of! But the fellow has the tenacity of one of the old Devon mastiffs, too.
They beat it again when Nelson broke the sea power of Napoleon at Trafalgar. "Here's what an English writer supposes Drake to have said when he was dying: 'Take my drum to England, hang it by the shore, Strike it when your powder's running low; If the Dons sight Devon, I'll quit the port of heaven And drum them up the Channel, as we drummed them long ago."
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