{"product_id":"2940012860231","title":"MOONFLEET","description":"CONTENTS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 1 IN MOONFLEET VILLAGE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 2 THE FLOODS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 3 A DISCOVERY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 4 IN THE VAULT\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 5 THE RESCUE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 6 AN ASSAULT\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 7 AN AUCTION\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 8 THE LANDING\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 9 A JUDGEMENT\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e10 THE ESCAPE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e11 THE SEA-CAVE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e12 A FUNERAL\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e13 AN INTERVIEW\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e14 THE WELL-HOUSE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e15 THE WELL\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e16 THE JEWEL\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e17 AT YMEGUEN\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e18 IN THE BAY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e19 ON THE BEACH\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSays the Cap'n to the Crew,\u003cbr\u003eWe have slipped the Revenue,\u003cbr\u003e  I can see the cliffs of Dover on the lee:\u003cbr\u003eTip the signal to the _Swan_,\u003cbr\u003eAnd anchor broadside on,\u003cbr\u003e  And out with the kegs of Eau-de-Vie,\u003cbr\u003e             Says the Cap'n:\u003cbr\u003e  Out with the kegs of Eau-de-Vie.\u003cbr\u003eSays the Lander to his men,\u003cbr\u003eGet your grummets on the pin,\u003cbr\u003e  There's a blue light burning out at sea.\u003cbr\u003eThe windward anchors creep,\u003cbr\u003eAnd the Gauger's fast asleep,\u003cbr\u003e  And the kegs are bobbing one, two, three,\u003cbr\u003e               Says the Lander:\u003cbr\u003e  The kegs are bobbing one, two, three.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut the bold Preventive man\u003cbr\u003ePrimes the powder in his pan\u003cbr\u003e  And cries to the Posse, Follow me.\u003cbr\u003eWe will take this smuggling gang,\u003cbr\u003eAnd those that fight shall hang\u003cbr\u003e  Dingle dangle from the execution tree,\u003cbr\u003e               Says the Gauger:\u003cbr\u003eDingle dangle with the weary moon to see.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIN MOONFLEET VILLAGE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo sleeps the pride of former days--_More_\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe village of Moonfleet lies half a mile from the sea on the right or\u003cbr\u003ewest bank of the Fleet stream. This rivulet, which is so narrow as it\u003cbr\u003epasses the houses that I have known a good jumper clear it without a\u003cbr\u003epole, broadens out into salt marshes below the village, and loses itself\u003cbr\u003eat last in a lake of brackish water. The lake is good for nothing except\u003cbr\u003esea-fowl, herons, and oysters, and forms such a place as they call in the\u003cbr\u003eIndies a lagoon; being shut off from the open Channel by a monstrous\u003cbr\u003egreat beach or dike of pebbles, of which I shall speak more hereafter.\u003cbr\u003eWhen I was a child I thought that this place was called Moonfleet,\u003cbr\u003ebecause on a still night, whether in summer, or in winter frosts, the\u003cbr\u003emoon shone very brightly on the lagoon; but learned afterwards that 'twas\u003cbr\u003ebut short for 'Mohune-fleet', from the Mohunes, a great family who were\u003cbr\u003eonce lords of all these parts.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy name is John Trenchard, and I was fifteen years of age when this story\u003cbr\u003ebegins. My father and mother had both been dead for years, and I boarded\u003cbr\u003ewith my aunt, Miss Arnold, who was kind to me in her own fashion, but too\u003cbr\u003estrict and precise ever to make me love her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI shall first speak of one evening in the fall of the year 1757. It must\u003cbr\u003ehave been late in October, though I have forgotten the exact date, and I\u003cbr\u003esat in the little front parlour reading after tea. My aunt had few books;\u003cbr\u003ea Bible, a Common Prayer, and some volumes of sermons are all that I can\u003cbr\u003erecollect now; but the Reverend Mr. Glennie, who taught us village\u003cbr\u003echildren, had lent me a story-book, full of interest and adventure,\u003cbr\u003ecalled the _Arabian Nights Entertainment_. At last the light began to\u003cbr\u003efail, and I was nothing loth to leave off reading for several reasons;\u003cbr\u003eas, first, the parlour was a chilly room with horse-hair chairs and sofa,\u003cbr\u003eand only a coloured-paper screen in the grate, for my aunt did not allow\u003cbr\u003ea fire till the first of November; second, there was a rank smell of\u003cbr\u003emolten tallow in the house, for my aunt was dipping winter candles on\u003cbr\u003eframes in the back kitchen; third, I had reached a part in the _Arabian\u003cbr\u003eNights_ which tightened my breath and made me wish to leave off reading\u003cbr\u003efor very anxiousness of expectation. It was that point in the story of\u003cbr\u003ethe 'Wonderful Lamp', where the false uncle lets fall a stone that seals\u003cbr\u003ethe mouth of the underground chamber; and immures the boy, Aladdin, in\u003cbr\u003ethe darkness, because he would not give up the lamp till he stood safe on\u003cbr\u003ethe surface again. This scene reminded me of one of those dreadful\u003cbr\u003enightmares, where we dream we are shut in a little room, the walls of\u003cbr\u003ewhich are closing in upon us, and so impressed me that the memory of it\u003cbr\u003eserved as a warning in an adventure that befell me later on. So I gave up\u003cbr\u003ereading and stepped out into the street. It was a poor street at best,\u003cbr\u003ethough once, no doubt, it had been finer.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47164451029232,"sku":"2940012860231","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940012860231_p0.jpg?v=1763584747","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940012860231","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}