jerbourg

Updated: May 6, 2025

Pierre to Jerbourg, though they lie at anchor below, to Torteval and far Lihou, and thou, son, shalt take a kindly message to the men of St. Pierre." In a few moments the bright flame burst out on the rampart tower, like a red tongue of fire telling forth a deadly message. And lo!

William J. Ferrar - The Fall of the Grand Sarrasin : Being a Chronicle of Sir Nigel de Bessin, Knight, of Things that Happed in Guernsey Island, in the Norman Seas, in and about the Year One Thousand and Fifty-Seven

From this time nothing had been heard of the Romans; their occupation had lasted forty years, and in another forty the only physical traces of it remaining were a camp at Jerbourg, the nearly obliterated tessellated pavement and fragments of wall belonging to the sybarite's villa, which occupied the site in the King's Mills Valley where the Moulin de Haut now stands, the pond in the Grand Mare in which the voluptuary had reared the carp over which, dressed with sauces the secret of which died with him, he dwelt lovingly when stretched on his triclinium, and the basins at Port Grat in which he stored his treasured mullet and succulent oysters.

Anonymous - The Forest of Vazon : A Guernsey Legend of the Eighth Century

And this exemption may be thus explained: The lord, or captain of Jerbourg, in those days held a fief in Jersey, called by the same name, which no longer belongs to the De Saumarez family; but formerly, when it was possessed by the same individual, the same rights and privileges were attached, so that when the affairs of the lord called him to Jersey, he was conducted to that island by his Guernsey tenants, and brought back by those of Jersey.

Sir John Ross - Memoirs and Correspondence of Admiral Lord de Saumarez, Vol. I

To satisfy this unspoken craving for action he would, from his outlook on the Jerbourg crags where bold Sir Hugh had sat for just such purpose years before watch the Weymouth luggers making bad weather of it beyond the Casquets; or challenge in his own boat the rip-tides between Sark and Brechou, and the combers that romped between St. Sampson and the Isle of Herm.

Walter R. Nursey - The Story of Isaac Brock: Hero, Defender and Saviour of Upper Canada, 1812

He sat down to rest for a few minutes when he fell asleep. After dark old Pierre came round to lock all the doors, as was his nightly custom. Looking in and not seeing Jacques he supposed he had gone and locked that door also. Pierre then went to rest himself, and all were buried in slumber, with the exception of Hirzel, who had gone over to Jerbourg to acquaint Charlie with all that had happened.

Lizzie A. Freeth - Legend of Moulin Huet