ce self-contained resolution. Here were still the fisher folk of the south. Here, too, were the fierce men from the Mendips, the wild hunters from Porlock Quay and Minehead, the poachers of Exmoor, the shaggy marshmen of Axbridge, the mountain men from the Quantocks, the serge and wool-workers of Devonshire, the graziers of Bampton, the red-coats from the Militia, the stout burghers of Taunton, and then, as the very bone and sinew of all, the brave smockfrocked AC Milan peasants of the plains, who had turned up their jackets to the elbow, and exposed their brown and corded arms, as was their wont when good work had to be done. As I speak to you, dear children, fifty Survetement Arsenal years rolls by like a mist in the morning, and I am riding once more down the winding street, and see again the serried ranks of my gallant companions. Brave hearts! They showed to all time how little training it takes to turn an Englishman into a soldier, and what manner of Maillot Mahrez men are bred in those quiet, peaceful hamlets which dot the sunny slopes of the POLO Chelsea Somerset and Devon downs. If ever it should be that England should be struck upon Paul Carey Tröja her knees, if those who fight her battles should have deserted her, and she should find herself unarmed in the presence of her enemy, Porto Dresy let her take heart and remember that every village in the realm is a barrack, and that her real standing army is the hardy courage and simple virtue which stand ever in the breast of the humblest of her peasants.
As we rode down the long line a buzz of greeting and welcome rose now and again from the ranks as they recognised through the gloom Saxon’s tall, gaunt figure. The clock was on the stroke of eleven as we returned to our own men, and at that very moment King Monmouth rode out from the inn where he was quartered, and trotted with his staff down the High Street. All cheering had been forbidden, but waving caps and brandished arms spoke the ardour of his devoted followers. No bugle was to sound the march, but as each received the word the one in its rear followed its movements. The clatter and shuffle Marco Verratti Fotbalové Dres of hundreds of moving feet came nearer and nearer, until the Frome men in front of us began to march, and we found ourselves fairly Nueva Zelanda started upon the last journey which many of us were Leicester City Fotbalové Dres ever to take in this world.
Our road lay across the Parret, through Eastover, and so along the winding track past the spot where Derrick met his Irlande Du Nord fate, and the lonely cottage of the little maid. At the other side Monaco Dresy of this the road becomes a mere pathway over the plain. A dense haze lay over the moor, gathering thickly in the hollows, and veiling both the town which we had left and the villages which we were approaching. Now and again it would lift for a Maillot Everton few moments, and then I could see in the moonlight the long black writhing line of the army, with the shimmer of steel playing over it, and the rude white standards flapping in the night breeze. Far on the right a great fire was blazing — some farmhouse, doubtless, which the Tangiers devils had made spoil of. Very slow our march was, and very careful, for the plailinks:
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