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For a long time people supposed they were called martello towers from the man who built them, but I found in a book that the name came from a vine that grew over this one in Corsica. Before many moons pass I'm going to get into one of them. Smugglers must have used them and there may be things left behind." Frances cast a glance at the tower in question.
That's what I meant by this place needing no bulwarks." "One of those martello towers would make a fine wireless station," commented Roger. "Why did they build them if they aren't any use?" "They thought they were going to be," replied Win, looking to see whether the girls were coming.
Roger Riddle continues his story Goes to sea as a man-o'-war's-man His voyages The Mediterranean Toulon Chasing the enemy Caught in a trap A hard fight for it Escape of the frigate Corsica Martello Bay The tower and its gallant defenders Its capture Origin of its name San Fiorenzo Convention redoubt What British tars can do Capture of the "Minerve" The taking of Bastia Nelson loses an eye "Jackass" frigates Toulon again More fighting The advantage of being small Prepare to repel boarders The colours nailed to the mast The chase Never despise your enemy Teneriffe Attack on Santa Cruz Nelson loses his arm Abandonment of the enterprise What people call glory The Hellespont The captain steers his own ship The island of Cerigotto Breakers ahead The ship strikes The value of discipline Their condition on the rock The ship goes to pieces Their chances of escape The gale A brave captain A false hope The effects of drinking sea-water Water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink Reduced to extremities They lose their brave captain and first lieutenant They construct a raft Cowardice of the Greek fishermen The rescue of the survivors Fresh adventures The Dardanelles Fire!
With cheering cries, the pursuers neared the old Martello tower, and a clump of dark forms vanished quickly into the shrubbery as the three lanterns were flashed full upon the door. Eric Murray, sword in hand, was the first man at the entrance, as a desperate assailant leaped from the narrow door and sprang upon him, pistol in hand.
The portion of the Kentish coast selected for the attack was that stretching from Folkestone to Deal, and it would perhaps have been difficult to find in the whole world any portion of sea-coast more strongly defended than this was on the morning of October 28, 1904; and yet, as the event proved, the fortresses which lined it were as useless and impotent for defence as the old Martello towers of a hundred and fifty years before would have been.
These symptoms rendered it advisable that measures of permanent defence should be adopted, and on the 18th of August the present Martello tower was consequently planned and the building actively commenced. Their military force was, meanwhile, extremely slender, consisting of not above thirty men capable of bearing arms.
The South-caster struck off the cliff to a martello tower and the house on the beach, leaving Elba to repose, so that the worst wind for that coast was one of the most comfortable for the owner of the hall, and he looked from his upper window on a sea of crumbling grey chalk, lashed unremittingly by the featureless piping gale, without fear that his elevated grounds and walls would be open at high tide to the ravage of water.
During this drive the most interesting things they saw were old Fort Taylor, which stands just outside the city, and commands the harbor, the abandoned salt-works, about five miles from the city, and the Martello towers, built along the southern coast of the island. These are small but very strong forts, built by the government, but as yet never occupied by soldiers.
Then, after the tide turned, the wreck must have shifted a little and released some of the bodies, because a child a little fair-haired child in a red frock came ashore abreast of the Martello tower.
Above them, on the barrack room floor of the Martello tower, Harry Hardwicke was already holding Nadine Johnstone's drooping head upon his breast, while the lanky American gazed at the strange picture before him. The girl's arms were clasped around her lover's neck. "Do not leave me not a moment!" she moaned.
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