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Hollowdell Grange, by George Manville Fenn.

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This is one of Fenn's earliest books. The theme is that a boy from

London goes down to stay in the country with his cousins, where the way

of life is so very different, and challenging, from all that he had

known in the great city. The descriptions of country life of those days

are very well done, but we must make one warning--that many of the

countrymen we meet in the story speak with a strong Lincolnshire accent,

and the author has done his best to represent these sounds with what

must very often look like mistakes in transcription.

There are all sorts of country situations to be encountered, from

working with animals, to meeting the various village characters, to a

near drowning, and even, at the very end to an attempted rescue, one

that failed, of a drowning boy caught in a sluice on the beach.

There may well be a few mistakes, because the copy used was very old,

and the pages very browned, while at the same time not very well

printed. But we have done our best and at least what we offer here is

better than what you would have got from the book itself in its aged

condition. As so often with this kind of book it makes a very good

audio-book, and listening to it is a great pleasure.

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HOLLOWDELL GRANGE, BY GEORGE MANVILLE FENN.

CHAPTER ONE.

A FISH OUT OF WATER.

It was such a fine hot Midsummer day at Hollowdell station, that the

porter had grown tired of teasing the truck-driver's dog, and fallen

fast asleep--an example which the dog had tried to follow, but could

not, because there was only one shady spot within the station-gates, and

that had been taken possession of by the porter; so the poor dog had

tried first one place, and then another, but they were all so hot and

stifling, and the flies kept buzzing about him so teasingly, that he

grew quite cross, and barked and snapped so at the tiresome insects,

that at last he woke Jem Barnes, the porter, who got up, stretched

himself, yawned very rudely and loudly, and then, looking in at the

station-clock, he saw that the 2:30 train from London was nearly due, so

he made up his mind not to go to sleep again until it had passed.

It _was_ a hot day--so hot that the great black tarpaulins over the

goods-waggons were quite soft, and came off all black upon Jem Barnes's

hands. The air down the road seemed to quiver and dance over the white

chalky dust; while all the leaves upon the trees, and the grass in the

meadows, drooped beneath the heat of the sun. As to the river, it shone

like a band of silver as it wound in and out, and here and there; and

when you looked you could see the reflection of the great dragon-flies

as they flitted and raced about over the glassy surface. The reeds on

the bank were quite motionless; while, out in the middle, the fat old

chub could be seen basking in the sunshine, wagging their great broad

fantails in the sluggish stream, too lazy even to snap up the flies that

passed over their heads. All along the shallows the roach and dace lay

in shoals, flashing about, every now and then, in the transparent water

like gleams of silver light. Down in the meadows, where the ponds were,

and the shady trees grew, the cows were so hot that they stood up to

their knees in the muddy water, chewing their grass with half-shut eyes,

and whisking their long tails about to keep the flies at a distance.

But it was of no use to whisk, for every now and then a nasty, spiteful,

hungry fly would get on some poor cow's back, creep beneath the hair,

and force its horny trunk into the skin so sharply, that the poor animal

would burst out into a doleful lowing, and, sticking its tail up, go

galloping and plunging through the meadow in such a clumsy way as only a

cow can display. A few fields off the grass was being cut, and the

sharp scythes of the mowers went tearing through the tall, rich, green

crop, and laid it low in long rows as the men, with their regular

strokes, went down the long meadows. Every now and then, too, they

would make the wood-side re-echo with the musical ringing sound of the

scythes, as the gritty rubbers glided over the keen edges of the bright

tools.

Hot, hot, hot!--how the sun glowed in the bright blue sky! and how the

down train puffed and panted, while the heat of the weather made even

the steam from the funneltransparent as it streamed backwards over the

engine's green back! The driver and stoker were melting, for they had

the great roaring fire of the engine just in front of them, and the sun

scorching their backs; the guard was hot with stopping at so many

stations, and putting out so much luggage; while the passengers, in the

carriages said they were almost stifled, and looked out with longing

eyes at the shady green woods they passed. One passenger in particular,

a sharp-featured and rather sallow youth about twelve years old, kept

looking at the time-table, and wondering how long it would be before he

arrived at Hollowdell, for that was the name printed upon the ticket

Fred Morris held in his hand.

But just at this time there were other people travelling towards

Hollowdell station, and that too by the long dusty chalky road that came

through the woods and over the woodenbridge right up to the railway

crossing; and these people were no others than Fred Morris's country

cousins, and the old man-servant--half groom, half gardener--who was

driving the pony chaise with Harry Inglis by his side, while Fred's

other cousin Philip was cantering along upon his donkey close behind--

such a donkey! with thin legs, and a thin tail that he kept closely

tucked in between the hind pair, as if he was afraid the crupper would

pull it off. He wanted no beating, although he could be obstinate

enough when he liked, and refuse to pass the green paddock where he

grazed; but he wanted no beating, while with his young master on his

back: he would trot off with his little hoofs going pitter-patter,

twinkle-twinkle over the road, at a rate that it used to puzzle old

Dumpling, the fat pony, to keep up with.

Harry and Philip Inglis were rather different-looking boys to their

cousin, for, stouter in build, they bore upon their good-tempered faces

the brown marks made by many a summer's sun. And now, upon this

occasion, they were all impatience to get to the station to meet Cousin

Fred, who was coming down to spend the Midsummer holidays. The visit

had been long talked about, and now the boys were in a state of the

greatest excitement lest any disappointment might take place.

"Oh! do drive faster, Sam," said Harry, making a snatch at the reins; "I

know he'll be there first. Tiresome old thing, you! Why didn't you

start an hour sooner?"

"What for?" said Sam, grumbling, and holdingtightly to the reins; "what

was I to come an hour sooner for? Think I don't know how long it takes

to drive over to station?"

"But," said Philip, from his donkey, "I'm sure we shall be late.

There!" he continued, "I can hear the train now!"

"Nonsense!" said Sam. "Where's the steam? Why, you can see the steam

for two miles before the train gets in, and Dumps here could get in long

before the train."

But Philip was right, for just then the loud and shrillwhistle of the

engine was heard as it started again, after setting down one solitary

little passenger in the shape of Fred Morris, who looked sadly

disappointed to find no one there to receive him but Jem Barnes, the

porter, who stared very hard at the young stranger from Lunnun.

Dumpling galloped, and Neddy went off at a double trot, upon hearing the

railway-whistle, spinning along at such a rate that before Fred Morris

had learned which path he was to take across the fields to go the

shortest way to Squire Inglis's, of the Grange, Hollowdell--and all of

which information he was getting very slowly out of Jem Barnes--Harry

had jumped out of the chaise. Philip leaped off his donkey, and they

were one on each side of Fred, heartily shaking hands with him.

"I say, ain't you our cousin?" said Harry, breathlessly.

"Our cousin from London, you know," said Philip, "that was to come by

this train?"

"My name is Morris," said the traveller, rather pompously, "and I'm

going on a visit to Mr Inglis's at Hollowdell."

"Yes, to be sure!" said Harry. "You're Cousin Fred, and I'm Harry, and

that's Phil. Come along into the chaise. Here Sam--Jem! bring the box

and let's be off. But I say, Fred, isn't it hot?"

Fred replied that it was, seeming hardly to know what to make of the

rough, hearty manners of his cousins, and he looked, if anything, rather

disappointed when he was met by the rough grin of Sam, who was of

anything but a smooth exterior, and altogether a very different man to

his father's well-brushed livery-servant, who had seen him safely off to

the station in the morning.

"I've come," said Fred at last, when they were fairly started with

Philip and Fred in the chaise, and Harry this time upon the donkey

bringing up the rear--"I've come because Papa said you would not like it

if I did not; but I'd much rather you had both come up to me in London.

One can find something to do there, and there's something to see. I

can't think how you people manage to live down here."

"Oh! we find something to do, don't we, Harry?" said Philip, laughing.

But Harry was very busy with Neddy, who had taken it into his head to go

down a lane which led to the pound--a place where he had been more than

once locked up; and it was as much as ever the lad could do to stop him;

so Philip's question remained unanswered. "I say," continued Philip at

last, after they had been conversing some time, during which Master Fred

had been cross-questioning Philip as to his educational knowledge, and

giving that young gentleman to understand what a high position he

occupied at Saint Paul's School--"I say," said Philip, "can you swim?"

"No," replied Fred.

"Can you play cricket?"

"No," said Fred.

"Fish, row, shoot, rat, and all that sort of thing?" said Philip.

"No!" said the other. "I have always lived in London, where we do not

practise that class of amusement."

"Oh! come, then," said Philip, "we shall be able to teach you something.

Only wait a bit, and you'll see how we live down here. But here we

are; and there's Papa waiting for us under the porch."

As Philip said this, Sam had crawled down from his seat, opened a swing

gate, and led the pony into a garden through which wound a carriage

drive up to a long low house, all along the front of which extended a

verandah, the supports and sloping roof being completely covered with

roses, clematis, and jasmine, which hung in the wildest profusion

amongst the light trellis-work, and then ran up the sides of the bedroom

windows, peeping in at the lattice panes, and seeming to be in

competition with the ivy as to which should do most towards covering up

the brickwork of the pretty place; for it really was a pretty place,--so

pretty, that even Fred, who thought that there was nothing anywhere to

compare with London, could not help casting admiring looks around him.

All along one side of the gravel drive there was a tall,

smoothly-clipped hedge of laurels; while on the left the velvet lawn,

dotted all over with beds of scarlet geranium, verbena, and calceolaria,

with here and there rustic vases brimming over with blooming creepers,

swept down in a slope towards the park-like fields, from which it was

separated by a light ring fence. Right in front was another mighty

laurel hedge, that looked to be almost centuries old; and on the other

side was what was called the kitchen garden, though, I think, it might

have been called the parlour garden just as rightly, from the rich

banquets it used to supply of all kinds of luscious fruits--peaches,

nectarines, plums, strawberries, apples, pears, currants; and as to

gooseberries, the trees used to be so loaded with great rough golden and

crimson fellows, that they would lay their branches down on the ground

to rest them, because the weight was greater than they could bear. But

the greatest beauty of the house at Hollowdell, or, as it was called in

the neighbourhood, "The Grange," was the ivy, which did not creep there,

but ran, and ran all over the place--sides, roof, and all--even twining,

and twisting, and growing right up amongst the two great old-fashioned

chimney-stacks, round the pots, and some shoots even drooping in them,

and getting black and dry amongst the smoke that came curling and

wreathing out. For Squire Inglis would not have the ivy cut anywhere

excepting in the front, where he used to superintend while Sam cleared

it away now and then, so as to give the roses and creeping plants a

chance to show their beauties in the bright summer-time. And there the

Grange stood, with flowers blooming around it in every direction, as

sweet and pretty a place as could welcome any one just come from the

great desert of bricks and mortar called London, in which people who are

not compelled are so foolish as to go and spend their time in the

sunniest and brightest days of the year.

And, as Philip said, there stood Papa beneath the porch; and directly

after there stood Mamma too, to welcome their sister's child, whom they

had not seen since he was almost a baby.

"Now, boys," said the Squire, after all the handshaking had been

finished, "I've nothing to do with this. Fred is your visitor for a

month, so I leave you to make him happy and comfortable, and mind you

see that he enjoys himself."

Philip and Harry promised readily enough that they would. "But, Papa,"

said Harry, "Dr Edwards said, when we broke up, that we were to do a

little work every day during the holidays, and--and--"

"And what?" said his father. "Eh, now," said he, good-humouredly; "I

think I can make a good guess at what you would like. You'd like me to

write to the Doctor to let you off, wouldn't you?"

"Oh! yes, yes, yes, Papa," shouted the boys, clapping their hands.

"Hurrah, that's capital!"

"Well, but would it be right?" said their father, seriously.

"Oh! yes, Papa," said Harry; "for we will do so much after the holidays,

and work ever so hard to make up for it; and it is so very, very hard to

learn lessons away from school. I never can get on half so well, for

one can't help thinking of the games we want to play at, and then one

don't feel to be obliged to learn, and it does make such a difference:

so do please write, there's a good, good father," said Harry, coaxingly.

The Squire laughed, and that laugh was quite sufficient to satisfy the

lads, who gave two or three frisks, and tossed their caps in the air;

when Philip's fell on the top of the verandah, and had to be hooked down

with a long hay-rake.

Dinner was nearly ready, so Fred followed his box up to the pretty

little bedroom he was to occupy--one which opened out of the room set

apart for Harry and Philip; and soon after he was down in the

dining-room eating a meal that called forth the remarks and comparisons

of his cousins, who were dreadful trencher-men. They told him that he

must learn what a country appetite meant, and so, by way of teaching

him, they dragged him off, as soon as dinner was over, to look at all

the wonders of the place. First over the flower-garden, and round by

the aviary, where Mamma's gold and silver pheasants were kept; and then

into the green-house, where Poll, the parrot, hung in her great gilt

cage, swinging about amongst the flowers, dancing up and down, and

shrieking out whenever anybody came by; then swaying backwards and

forwards in the ring in the cage, and climbing up and down all over the

bars, this way and that way, head up and head down, and all the time

looking as wicked and cunning as a hook-beaked old grey parrot can look.

"Sam, Sam, where's the master?" shouted Poll, in a reedy-weedy tone,

like a cracked clarionet, as soon as the lads came in sight. "Stealing

the grapes. Stealing the grapes," she shouted again. "Rogues, rogues,

rogues! Two in the morning, hi! hi!" And then she gave a shrill

whistle, and burst out into a loud hearty laugh, that made Fred stare,

it was so natural.

"There," said Philip, proudly, "you haven't got such birds as that in


生词表:
  • rescue [´reskju:] 移动到这儿单词发声  vt.&n.救援;挽救   (初中英语单词)
  • quiver [´kwivə] 移动到这儿单词发声  v.抖动 n.颤动(声)   (初中英语单词)
  • reflection [ri´flekʃən] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.反射;映象;想法   (初中英语单词)
  • sunshine [´sʌnʃain] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.日光,阳光   (初中英语单词)
  • stream [stri:m] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.河 vi.流出;飘扬   (初中英语单词)
  • sharply [´ʃɑ:pli] 移动到这儿单词发声  ad.锋利地;剧烈地   (初中英语单词)
  • meadow [´medəu] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.草地;牧场   (初中英语单词)
  • musical [´mju:zikəl] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.音乐的;悦耳的   (初中英语单词)
  • wooden [´wudn] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.木制的;呆板的   (初中英语单词)
  • puzzle [´pʌzl] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.迷(惑) v.(使)迷惑   (初中英语单词)
  • excitement [ik´saitmənt] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.兴奋;骚动;煽动   (初中英语单词)
  • disappointment [,disə´pɔintmənt] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.失望;挫折   (初中英语单词)
  • snatch [snætʃ] 移动到这儿单词发声  v.&n.抢,夺取,抓住   (初中英语单词)
  • whistle [´wisəl] 移动到这儿单词发声  v.吹哨 n.口哨;汽笛   (初中英语单词)
  • squire [skwaiə] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.护卫,侍从;乡绅   (初中英语单词)
  • altogether [,ɔ:ltə´geðə] 移动到这儿单词发声  ad.完全;总而言之   (初中英语单词)
  • safely [´seifli] 移动到这儿单词发声  ad.安全地;平安地   (初中英语单词)
  • waiting [´weitiŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.等候;伺候   (初中英语单词)
  • anywhere [´eniweə] 移动到这儿单词发声  ad.无论何处;任何地方   (初中英语单词)
  • velvet [´velvit] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.&a.天鹅绒(般的)   (初中英语单词)
  • scarlet [´skɑ:lit] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.猩红色 a.猩红的   (初中英语单词)
  • welcome [´welkəm] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.受欢迎的;可喜的   (初中英语单词)
  • visitor [´vizitə] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.访问者;来宾;参观者   (初中英语单词)
  • readily [´redili] 移动到这儿单词发声  ad.乐意地;容易地   (初中英语单词)
  • hooked [hukt] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.钩状的;上瘾的   (初中英语单词)
  • dreadful [´dredful] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.可怕的;讨厌的   (初中英语单词)
  • appetite [´æpitait] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.欲望;食欲   (初中英语单词)
  • whenever [wen´evə] 移动到这儿单词发声  conj.&ad.无论何时   (初中英语单词)
  • wicked [´wikid] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.邪恶的;不道德的   (初中英语单词)
  • cunning [´kʌniŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.&n.狡猾(诡诈)的   (初中英语单词)
  • proudly [´praudli] 移动到这儿单词发声  ad.骄傲地;傲慢地   (初中英语单词)
  • porter [´pɔ:tə] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.守门人;勤杂工人   (高中英语单词)
  • motionless [´məuʃənləs] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.静止的;固定的   (高中英语单词)
  • transparent [træns´peərənt] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.透明的;显而易见的   (高中英语单词)
  • clumsy [´klʌmzi] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.笨拙的;粗俗的   (高中英语单词)
  • luggage [´lʌgidʒ] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.行李;皮箱   (高中英语单词)
  • donkey [´dɔŋki] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.驴子;蠢人;顽固的人   (高中英语单词)
  • tightly [´taitli] 移动到这儿单词发声  ad.紧,紧密地   (高中英语单词)
  • shrill [ʃril] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.(声音)尖锐的   (高中英语单词)
  • hearing [´hiəriŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.听力;听证会;审讯   (高中英语单词)
  • spinning [´spiniŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.纺织 a.纺织品的   (高中英语单词)
  • learned [´lə:nid] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.有学问的,博学的   (高中英语单词)
  • heartily [´hɑ:tili] 移动到这儿单词发声  ad.衷心地;亲切地   (高中英语单词)
  • hearty [´hɑ:ti] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.热忱的;强健的   (高中英语单词)
  • educational [,edju´keiʃənəl] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.教育(上)的   (高中英语单词)
  • gravel [´grævəl] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.砾石 vt.铺砾石   (高中英语单词)
  • rustic [´rʌstik] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.田野的;质朴的   (高中英语单词)
  • amongst [ə´mʌŋst] 移动到这儿单词发声  prep.其中之一 =among   (高中英语单词)
  • midsummer [´mid,sʌmə] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.仲夏;夏至   (英语四级单词)
  • tiresome [´taiəsəm] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.令人厌倦的;讨厌的   (英语四级单词)
  • bridge [bridʒ] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.桥(梁);鼻梁;桥牌   (英语四级单词)
  • impatience [im´peiʃəns] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.不耐烦,急躁   (英语四级单词)
  • setting [´setiŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.安装;排字;布景   (英语四级单词)
  • seeming [´si:miŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.表面上的 n.外观   (英语四级单词)
  • exterior [ik´stiəriə] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.&a.外表(的)   (英语四级单词)
  • blooming [´blu:miŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.正开花的;妙龄的   (英语四级单词)
  • rightly [´raitli] 移动到这儿单词发声  ad.正义地;正确地   (英语四级单词)
  • mortar [´mɔ:tə] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.灰浆 vt.用灰浆涂抹   (英语四级单词)
  • parrot [´pærət] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.鹦鹉;应声虫   (英语四级单词)
  • grange [´greindʒ] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.农场;庄园   (英语六级单词)
  • rudely [´ru:dli] 移动到这儿单词发声  ad.粗鲁地;粗略地   (英语六级单词)
  • glassy [´glɑ:si] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.光滑的;无神的   (英语六级单词)
  • sluggish [´slʌgiʃ] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.呆滞的;偷懒的   (英语六级单词)
  • doleful [´dəulful] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.悲哀的;忧郁的   (英语六级单词)
  • funnel [´fʌnəl] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.漏斗;通气道 v.集中   (英语六级单词)
  • backwards [´bækwədz] 移动到这儿单词发声  ad.向后 a.向后的   (英语六级单词)
  • beating [´bi:tiŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.敲;搅打;失败   (英语六级单词)
  • holding [´həuldiŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.保持,固定,存储   (英语六级单词)
  • extended [iks´tendid] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.伸长的;广大的   (英语六级单词)
  • geranium [dʒə´reiniəm] 移动到这儿单词发声  n.天竺葵   (英语六级单词)
  • luscious [´lʌʃəs] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.味道甘美的   (英语六级单词)
  • superintend [,su:pərin´tend, ,sju:-] 移动到这儿单词发声  v.监督;管理;指挥   (英语六级单词)
  • cracked [krækt] 移动到这儿单词发声  a.有裂缝的;碎的;粗哑   (英语六级单词)

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