Kynance Cover; Or, the Cornish Smugglers. a Tale of the Last Century (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1865. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER VII. "why --She's Gone --Soas " OR some four or five years Margery Daws had been on intimate terms of friendship with the miller's family, and the youthful attachment which had sprung up between her and young Joseph Millar had ripened into mutual love, and their little secrets were told to each other with the utmost confidence. Thomson and Daws had now become so notorious, that it was more than Margery could do to watch them and foil them in their intended wickedness alone, so she called to her aid the brave young miller, who entered into a solemn promise to be guided by her in all things, and to assist her as far as lay in his power in preventing the commission of those crimes which she often discovered her father and his companions were about to perpetrate, without betraying the guilty parties, if it could be avoided. Joseph Millar was a tall, powerful young man, well proportioned and athletic, and if his features were not strictly handsome, there was an honest expression in his fine open countenance, which strongly indicated that his heart was in the right place. His youth had been spent, as we have before said, in West Cornwall, and as his father and mother still retained the broad Cornish accent they had acquired in their native parish, it was natural that the children should retain it also. Education in those days was rare even among the better portion of the lower classes in West Cornwall, and therefore it is not to be wondered at that neither of the miller's family could write, so that any communications which passed between them and the relations and friends they had left behind in the far West must necessarily be delivered orally, which, however, was of rare occurrence, for travellers from the neighbourhood of the Land's-end to the Lizar...