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LUKE BARNICOTT.
BY WILLIAM HOWITT.
AND OTHER STORIES.
Twenty-Eighth Thousand.
CASSELL & COMPANY, Limited:
LONDON, PARIS, NEW YORK & MELBOURNE.
CONTENTS
| PAGE | |
| The Story of Luke Barnicott | 5 |
| The Castle East of the Sun | 49 |
| The Holidays at Barenburg Castle | 67 |
After Young Luke.
THE STORY OF LUKE BARNICOTT
BY WILLIAM HOWITT.
The village of Monnycrofts, in Derbyshire, may be said to be adistinguished village, for though it is not a city set on a hill, it isa village set on a hill. It may be seen far and wide with its cluster ofred brick houses, and its tall gray-stone church steeple, which hasweathered the winds of many a century. The distant traveller observesits green upward sloping fields, well embellished by hedgerow trees, andits clumps of trees springing up amongst its scenes, and half hidingthem, and says to himself as he trots along, "a pleasant look-out mustthat hamlet have." And he is right; it has a very pleasant look-out formiles and miles on three sides of it; the fourth is closed by theshoulder of the hill, and the woods and plantations of old SquireFlaggimore. On another hill some half-mile to the left of the village,as you ascend the road to it, stands a windmill, which with its activesails always seems to be beckoning everybody from the country round tocome up and see something wonderful. If you were to go up you would seenothing wonderful, but you would have a fine airy prospect over thecountry, and, ten to one, feel a fine breeze blowing that would do yourheart good. You would see the spacious valley of the Erwash windingalong for miles, with its fields all mapped out by its hedges andhedgerow trees, and its scattered hamlets, with their church towers,and here and there old woods in dark masses, and on one side the bluehills of the Pea