Arthur Conan Doyles exotic imagination brings you Micah Clarke. This is an adventurous tale about Micah Clarkes experience of war, old friends, treasure and many other adventures. This book is brimming with mystery, action and fun. A page-turner, this work will monopolize your attention to the very end!

Chapter 26 Of the Strife in the Council2015-04-21
King Monmouths council was assembled at the time of my coming, and my entrance caused the utmost surprise and joy, as they had just heard news of my sore danger. Even the royal presence could not prevent several members, among whom were the old Mayor and the two soldiers of fortune, from spri
Chapter 27 Of the Affair near Keynsham Bridge2015-04-21
Monday, June 21, 1685, broke very dark and windy, with dull clouds moving heavily across the sky and a constant sputter of rain. Yet a little after daybreak Monmouths bugles were blowing in every quarter of the town, from Tone Bridge to Shuttern, and by the hour appointed the regiments had mu
Chapter 28 Of the Fight in Wells Cathedral2015-04-20
I am fairly tied to the chariot-wheels of history now, my dear children, and must follow on with name and place and date, whether my tale suffer by it or no. With such a drama as this afoot it were impertinent to speak of myself, save in so far as I saw or heard what may make these old scenes more v
Chapter 29 Of the Great Cry from the Lonely House2015-04-20
And so our weary marching and counter-marching came at last to an end, and we found ourselves with our backs fairly against the wall, and the whole strength of the Government turned against us. Not a word came to us of a rising or movement in our favour in any part of England. Everywhere the Dissent
Chapter 30 Of the Swordsman with the Brown Jacket2015-04-19
The sergeant, who was a great raw-boned west-countryman, pushed the gate open, and we were advancing up the winding pathway, when a stream of yellow light flooded out from a suddenly opened door, and we saw a dark squat figure dart through it into the inside of the house. At the same moment there ro
Chapter 31 Of the Maid of the Marsh and the Bubble which rose from the Bog2015-04-19
All Bridgewater was in a ferment as we rode in, for King Jamess forces were within four miles, on the Sedgemoor Plain, and it was likely that they would push on at once and storm the town. Some rude works had been thrown up on the Eastover side, behind which two brigades were drawn up in arms
Chapter 32 Of the Onfall at Sedgemoor2015-04-18
However pressing our own private griefs and needs, we had little time now to dwell upon them, for the moment was at hand which was to decide for the time not only our own fates, but that of the Protestant cause in England. None of us made light of the danger. Nothing less than a miracle could preser
Chapter 33 Of my Perilous Adventure at the Mill2015-04-18
At the base of the mill there stood a shed which was evidently used to stall the horses which brought the farmers grain. Some grass was heaped up inside it, so I loosened Covenants girths and left him to have a hearty meal. The mill itself appeared to be silent and empty. I climbed the
Chapter 34 Of the Coming of Solomon Sprent2015-04-17
The church of Gommatch was a small ivy-clad building with a square Norman tower, standing in the centre of the hamlet of that name. Its great oaken doors, studded with iron, and high narrow windows, fitted it well for the use to which it was now turned. Two companies of Dumbartons Foot had be
Chapter 35 Of the Devil in Wig and Gown2015-04-17
There was no delay in the work of slaughter. That very night the great gallows was erected outside the White Hart inn. Hour after hour we could hear the blows of mallets and the sawing of beams, mingled with the shoutings and the ribald choruses of the Chief Justices suite, who were carousing
Chapter 36 Of the End of it All2015-04-16
And so, my dear children, I come to the end of the history of a failure - a brave failure and a noble one, but a failure none the less. In three more years England was to come to herself, to tear the fetters from her free limbs, and to send James and his poisonous brood flying from her shores
Note A. - Hatred of Learning among the Puritans. In spite of the presence in their ranks of such ripe scholars as John Milton, Colonel Hutchinson, and others, there was among the Independents and Anabaptists a profound distrust of learning, which is commented upon by writers of all shades of pol