The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-06-01
CHAPTER XIII.


There had, indeed, been brave work on
Braddoek Down that 10Th of January. For
Sir Ralph Hopton with the Cornish grandees
had made short business of Ruthen's armv-
driving it headlong back on Liskeard at the
first charge, chasing it through that town.
and taking 1900 prisoners Gncluding Sir
Shiston Calmadyl, together with many
colors, all the rebel ordnance and ammuni-
ton, and most of their arms.
AT Liskeard, after refreshing their men.
and holding next day solemn thanksgiving
TO God, they divided-the Lord Mohun with
Sir Ralph Hopton and Col Godolphin march
ing with the greater part of the army upon
Saltash, whittier Ruthen had fed and was
intrenching himself; while Sir John Berle-
ley and Col Ashburnham, with small
party Of horse and dragons and the volun-
tary regiments Of Sir Bevill Granville, Sir
Mich. Slanning, and Col Trevanion, turned
to the northeast, toward Launceston and
Tavistock, to see what account they might
render of the Earl of Stamford's army; that
however, had no stomach to await them. but
posted out Of the county into Plymouth and
Exeter.
Twas on this expedition that two or three
of the captains have mentioned halted fof.
an hour or more at Temple, as well to recog-
nize Joan's extreme Ineritorious service, as to
thank me for the part | had in bringing news
of the Earl of Stanford's advance. For
'swas this, they owned, had saved them-the
kings message being but an exkorSation and
an advertisement upon some lesser matters,
the most of which were already taken out of
human hands by the turn of events.
But though, as / learned, these gentlemen
were full of compliments and professions of
esteem, ! neither saw nor heard them, being
by this time delirious of high fever that
followed my wound. And not till three
good weeks after was / recovered enough to
leave my bed, aor, for many more, did nv
full strength return to me. No mother could
have made tenderer nurse than was Joan
throughout this time. IT'S to her owe it
( Shat ! am alive to write these words; and if
the tears scald my eyes as l do SO, you viii
pardon them, l promise, before the end of
my tale is reached.
In the first days of my recovery, news came
TO US q forget how that a solemn sacrament
had been taken between the parties in Devon
and Cornwall, and the country was at peace
Little cared, at the time: but was content
now spring was come-to loiter about the
tors, and, while watching John at her work,
10 ul)Ou Oelld Tor, dlDelb i mad little
hope to see her again, my late pretty COM
rade held my thoughts the day long I
shared them with nobody; for though It's
probable had let some words fall in my
deiiritIm, Joan never limited at this, and I
never found out.
To Joan's company l was left: for her
father, after saving my life that afternoon,
took no further notice of me by word or deed:
onI In cot Ion, 10
spirit that was said to haunt the moors here
abouts), was as Indifferent SO with Joan |
passed the days idly, tending the sheep, or
waiting on her as she plowed, or lying full
length on the hillside and talking with her of
war and battles Twas the one topic on which
she was curious tscofiing at me when l offered
TO teach her to read print, and for hours she
would listen to stories of Alexander and Ham
nibal, Cesar and Joan of Arc, and other great
commanders whose history l remembered
One evening--'twas early in May-we had
climbed to the top of the gray tor above
Temple, whence we could spy the white sails
Of the two channels moving, and, stretched
upon the short turf there, / was telling my
usual tale Joan lay beside me, her chin
propped on one earth stained hand, her great,
solemn eyes wide open as she listened. Till
that moment had regarded her rather as q
man comrade than a girl, but now some fem
mime trick of gesture awoke me, perhaps. for
my fancy began to contrast her with Della,
and / broke off my story and sighed.
art longing to be henceg' she asked
l felt ashamed to be thus caught and was
xilent She looked at me and went on:
Speak out, lad"
"Loath would / be to leave you, Joan"
Sand whyg'
why, we are good friends. 1 hope, and ]
am grateful"
ooh, ay-wish thee'd learn to speak the
truth, Jack. Art longing to be hence and
shait-soonH
"why, Joan, you would not have me dwell
fhere alwaysg"