NORTH CAROLINIANA COLLECTION ce LC LA A A A RT iN I a THE FAIR LADY OF HALIFAX ; ) { : | ; | | ) i | | | — HALIFAX or LADY FAtr THE _ ou ee —— THE FAIR LADY OF HALIFAX OR COLMEY’S SIX HUNDRED BY RONLEIGH DE CONVAL RALEIGH, N. C. Epwarps & BroucuTon Printinc Co. 1920 ; . - ‘ a Ae ee ee . eo oe ee, ee e . ae cai ee ee ee Oe “ CopyYRIGHT 1920 By John Alfred Pollock DEDICATED TO MY MOTHER PREFACE “The Blessed Gods— Purge all infection from our air whilst you Do climate here.” We stand in awe as we contemplate, the Trinity, .e., earth, fire, and water; and their essentiality for the main- tenance of the subtle infinities, i.e., life, light, and liberty. What brain so broad, that can compass the majesty of the imperialistic intellection of the human mind? The air and the sky seem a part of ourselves. What gauge is there that can measure the depthless desires of the human heart? What medicament can soothe the heart’s unrest? What plummet line can safely sound the wondrous caverns of our existence, and unfold intelligently unto us our manifest, our deathless destiny? Is it not enough to know that there is a high Wisdom that will direct, an all-seeing Eye that will not sleep, and a Love that never faileth? No indi- vidual, much less a nation, can idly evaluate the precious- ness of time, can wisely spend in wantonness the youth, the manhood, the virility, that should be conserved for the support of the nobler energies, i.e., of venturous valor, national possessions, of farsighted diplomacy, of cherish- ing, encouraging, and perfecting every effort to make for the betterment of humanity. It is the fate of man to be harried by war and rumors of war. The Cavalier’s motto, “Dangers and death to the Devil,” was accepted by many as the best rule to be governed by, as carnage and battles seem to be never ending. Is this world merely a workshop for the lowly? Is it for some, a secret chamber to web wiles to ensnare the innocent? And to the multitude is it for them to be regimented in a great battlefield, to them a Vili Preface featureless future, to the conquering commander a sinecure, a palace, often a royal scepter? Men, idealists, philan- thropists, cry out against warring of the nations, but whence strength but by struggle? What braces the nerves, hardens the thews of the virile embattled hosts, but the danger and the blows of conflict? Resistance is life. England has been for centuries the world’s battleground, if it is a secluded water-bound island. The Viking, the Dane, the Frank, the Angles, and the Romans have desired to possess the white-clad isle called Albion. The climate, fairly fine, had at times its foggy, its muggy weather, yet it seemed to woo them to remain. Haughty Boadicea had become so weakened by the continuous combats, she could no longer by her brave example cheer the hearts of her people. The Ivenci, Hengist the Hardy, and the peerless Alfred clashed and fought their adversaries successfully and then died, mourned over and loved until now. Then warlike John spoke mortal defiance “from the mouth of England” to the Archbishop of Rome and then fought to a finish embattled France. Plantagenet and Tudor arose to heights and then passed away, leaving a broad stain of blood behind them. Fascinating Elizabeth, after a fanfare of drums proclaim- ing the wreck of the Spanish Armada, is next seen weeping over her lover Essex. And then came to strut upon the stage base-hearted little King James. Born afrit (to vent his spite and spleen upon betters) he vented his spite and spleen, willingly instructed by cunning Cecil and envious Coke. The martial, the romantic Sir Walter Raleigh aroused their envy, and was by their machinations victim- ized: God rest his knightly soul. The condemned man has been by an admiring world immortalized, his royal mur- derer lies under the curses of the many. Queen Anne, of blessed memory, a good sovereign, a loving mother, and a kind friend, came to the throne, acted her part, and is now sleeping the sleep that knows no waking, with her seventeen children resting beside her. May your body rest sweetly, <5 ene ero Preface ix good lady, among your loving subjects, and your divine spirit find ready entrance into the land of the pure and holy. Now came the Elector of Hanover to sit and stare with his wide-open German eyes at a people he did not understand, a people that could not understand him. It is well that expedi- ency and toleration are Anglo-Saxon virtues, for the thick- lipped Elector, now with trepidation, sat upon great Henry’s throne. King George was seated and crowned the Sovereign of Britain. His Majesty was frightened and almost frantic over wars, intrigues, and rumors of wars that might affect his kingdom. He mortally feared the Stuart heirs and their popularity. He entered into alliances that might benefit himself and help himself to keep his Germanic possessions. He was dull and phlegmatic, and the Whigs, and the Pope, and the name of Cromwell harassed his very innermost soul. He dreaded the French fleet, he hated the Irish for vexing him, and for Scotland he had spies, troops, paid informers, and golden baits for her money-loving lairds. His Parliament was ready to hang and behead, war and burn, when they thought it was necessary to overawe and subjugate outspoken subjects who dared to think for themselves. At heart man is aristocratic, and believes in heraldry and castes. In mind he holds to democracy, equality, and fraternity. The battle of the Boyne had broken the warlike spirit of the subjects of the beautiful isle; but Bannockburn was something else to consider. Lord Forbes’s idea had been approved by Earl Ilay, and by Walpole accepted; but the weighty advice had met with royal disapproval. England had come to acknowledge in Cabinet that the Scots were unconquerable. Now some way must be found to get the fiery, wild Highlanders to see the need of observing union of the two countries. Forts and highways, and troops of Scottish extraction had to be raised, paid for, and estab- lished. The Lowlander, being either a Saxon or a Norman, naturally was anxious for peace and unity to exist unre- x Preface mittingly between the two peoples (of England and Scot- land); and he knew that commerce, civilization, and progress went hand in hand together. The violent agitation of religious beliefs and ceremonies was so intense that dissensions and rebellions were of fre- quent occurrence in, and also out of, the confines of Great Britain. The Preacher of Bedford Jail’s writings (John Bunyan), the thunders of John Knox, the spirit of Crom- well, were stirring the masses; and the erected gallows at Edinburgh, the murderous acts of the Tower, had an intimi- dating recollection with all the people. England’s safety lay largely in the fact that she was body and soul conserva- tive. An Englishman hates a change, he loves his prince and willingly follows precedent. The nobility and money barons dreaded rebellion. Therefore, the House of Han- over was staunchly supported by power and wealth. The colonies of Britain—Virginia, South Carolina, and North Carolina—felt the throbbings from far across the waters. The Sage of “Burnhill Fields” was read by the educated, and the “tales of the Covenanters” were told and drunk in by greedy ears. Holland and England, both tired of war, had patched up a peace, and Fontenoy and Minden wit- nessed heavy losses by the British; yet their steady courage, their unflinching obedience to the Duke of Cumberland’s orders had preserved their army intact, and made all op- ponents respect the endurance and valor of the sturdy soldiers of-the British Empery. The often wars on the Continent had given experience to the growing Empire that now was recognized as one of the world’s coming powers. Men who had had experience in foreign wars, and had seen the severe punishment inflicted on the people of Ireland and Scotland, were ready to hear that somewhere on the earth’s fair surface there was a place where man was not watched, weighed and slaughtered at the mandate of those in power. The wonderful resources and inviting climate of the land for away westward was believed Preface xi to be an asylum for the persecuted and downtrodden of all nations, was heralded to all the world. The surging sea was no barrier to men anxious to escape the undue surveil- lance of police and inferiors. Romance and ambition were beckoning stars. The adventurous spirits braved the briny deep and complacently made their homes in the bosky, cool retreats of the virgin forests, beside the broad, beautiful streams, where the evening air was laden with the smell of grape and laurel. The climate was temperate, the soil fruitful, and night and day they were to feel free and untrammeled amidst Nature’s rough repose. The people of that day were not contemplative, yet they were resourceful. “OQ tempora, O mores.” It was in a day when Wahm- takes held sway; it was when one was elected to the Com- mons, he could not resign his seat if the duties were onerous and burdensome, and only through a Crown appointment could he escape from the thraldom of his legislative office. A.D. 1704 was the day of Abigail Masham; Blenheim had been fought and won. Among the several who crossed the waters seeking fame and fortune in Carolina were Baron De Graffenried, Law- son, Mitchell, Moseley, and Pollock. These men were to be identified with the early fortune and misfortune of their new and sparsely settled homes, washed by the waters of the Albemarle, the Neuse, and the Trent. De Graffenried was a man of high birth in Switzerland and of an adven- turous disposition; Mitchell, a Switzer, was a man of ability and means; and Lawson, a Scotch-English, was a civil engineer and a historian par excellence. Moseley was assertive, talented, and ambitious for riches and office; and Pollock, from Renfrewshire, was highly educated, courtly and wealthy, and had served in the military service of Flanders and France. The times were seasons of unrest, dangers, and irritations. De Graffenried became disgusted, sold out and departed; Mitchell held on and proved himself a stout soldier at aatinsoen sel es, Bobb. a xii Preface Barnwell; Lawson was captured by the savages and bar- barously burned; and Moseley and Pollock became ac- cepted leaders; men of markedly opposite characters, with different viewpoints, and who became, as a matter of soni endless political enemies. Both men had an innate apti- tude for politics and finance. The many governors that had been appointed rulers in Carolina had received different treatment. Gales and Swann, men of sterling worth, served faithf ully the Colony. ever trusty and capable. Some of the people were treated fairly, some roughly, and some respectfully. The world seemed to be in an upstir and all bindings seemed to be unhasped. Imperial Rome had but a poor beginning, and at one time was in bad shape. The free sans-souci life of the Red Man of the wilds of Carolina had reflex influence on the white settlers. Virginia called Carolina with much concern the “Rogues” Harbor,” and the Carolinians laugh- ingly retorted, “O Ye White Slave Pen!” The men from over the sea intuitively recognized the solemn fact that the Indians racially were a menace. Men grew up without knowing priests, schoolmasters, or sergeants-at-law. There were no tenants. Later on, to have protection at law a person had to be a Churchman. Church and State go hand in hand. Man was made to believe. The had a footing in the settlement, and their voice, their inde- pendence of speech, drollness of dress, their peculiar re- ligious belief, their church creed was felt; by some ac- cepted, by some derided. There were a few blacksmiths carpenters, and cobblers. With Virginia to her wots South Carolina to her south, and a wilderness on her nad with no accepted seaport of importance, knowing that she was nominally at the mercy of her two wealthier dominant neighbors, Carolina still felt within herself an innate strength and bravely and hopefully trusted to the future. Medicine expectante. Quakers early Preface xiil The fights at Forts Barnwell and Nohoroco won Carolina for the white race. Even the great Thomas Jefferson, when approached, hesitated as to acknowledging North Carolina the rights of a colony. He was anxious as to Virginia’s possibilities being interfered with. “Will North Carolina pinch Virginia?” was his thought. South Carolina had her Charleston, Virginia had her Norfolk, and both states quietly determined to hold their vantage ground. (See notes.) North Carolina was too weak then to hack her way to the Nansemond. What! Out of miles upon miles of sea front God had not provided an acceptable harbor? Bah! North Carolina, being one of the greatest states ever formed by Divine Wisdom, can afford to wait and win; and win she will! The lofty white oak of Carolina will surely overtop every tree north and south of her in due time. When some highly inspired engineer places his finger on Cape Lookout, then comes freedom! then.comes a world-wide harbor! “North Carolina is an empire in embryo,” was said by one of her greatest sons. New Hanover, Edgecombe, and Onslow were precincts up to 1733; now look at them. Many of the people had come across the dangerous deep deeply impressed with their fathers’ ideals. The truth of facts and of wealth were their passion and pride, and solvency an irrefutable basic state principle; and every man’s house his castle. If this story was found among some old Cullendale papers, it is but at best a haphazard romance of Carolina, founded on fact, fiction, and tradition that the “sheeted dead” may live and have a being and move among us once again: Selah! Believing that all men love to read of those ‘who went before, met danger and obstructions, and over- came all that then confronted them, this simple tale is respectfully submitted for their rejection or acceptance. Ron teIcH DE ConvaL. January 8, 1917. ——— eT ae eS CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE The ‘Indians: of Carolina: 37%. 54 8 ae 3 II. Glasgow. . SMR T ESN Terran ne cae te 8 III. The Prince Royal Stables eae ep aye kw IV. Colmey’s Musings. . Big acer V. The Great Outlaw of the Highhinda Bean ee eee VI. The So-Called Pretender, Charles Edward . . 34 . VII. The English and Scotch Armies. . . . . - 38 VL The Battle of Culloden cre ae ee te oe IX. The Moor of Drummossie. . rete tea eet X. The Defeat and Retreat from Culfodaat . ee XE The Coinict) at Balpray oS" Se te a ee XII. The Meeting of Friends. . . 69 XIII. The Meeting of the Chiefs at Fort Nokeraie ‘ or Nehuoky : Mase TY XIV. The Water Find and Provisions if Nahucky Fort 81 ‘ XV. The Advance to Meet Moore. . . ....- 90 : XVI. Coucil of War. . 28 SA memes Se es ae i XVII. The Old Pamlico Sedo Bree lia meri aaa 4 OVNI, At Edenton Gaeiacll ss i eee a } XIX. Tall Feather . . ‘oui he? Wile nies ee ote i XX. Black Wolf’s Night Attack . ee tas eee ee : XXI. Colonel Moore’s Attack on the Indians. . . . 129 XXII. The Woman inthe Tunnel. . . . . . . ~ 134 XXIII. After the Battle Was Over. . . . . - + + 137 ARV, ‘Peace’: A'o% Mer Cee Ee AR tae XXV. Wilmington to Edenton . UR Sat hace eA! XXVI. Laurel Ridge . . 1 ome mea erne F, XXVII. Bazzell’s Story of He Capture ag ee iow See t XXVIII. Bazzell’s Second Story . . - .- - +++: I i mee. Phe Dividing Lane 3) c6 6) a 175 TeX. Colsey Pla Ce Poe ata a no XXXI. The Race . . Pa Got sc yg ae ape | ' XXXII. Upstairs at Colmey Place Oe RL, Sa ae Man ° » XXXIII. The Gypsy Camp. . . pei ot ae 6 aC tt XXXIV. The Order of The Royal Cedar to amatuer 2 MARV Sword Pouriey . 6) « frees ee 222 Xvi CHAPTER XXXVI. XXXVII. XXXVIII. XXXIX. XL. XLI. XLII. XLII. XLIV. XLV. XLVI. XLVII. XLVI. XLIX. L. LI. LI. LII. LIV. LV. LVI. LVII. LVIII. LIX. LX. LXI. LXII. LXIII. LXIV. LXV. Contents Colmey’s Departure from Halifax . The Pasturage of the Tides Lola Banbury at Montfort . “aoe Miss Banbury’s Return and Marriage . Uncle Joshua’s Wedding The Coming Revolution Fulbert Manor . . Moore’s Bridge Battle rtm Camp Johnstone, Lake Catharine Leonati’s Crossing (or Adkins) . A Hornets’ Nest on Flag The Halifax Fight . . The Horse at the Well . Remo and Merlin White Poplars. . . A Hasty Return to Halifax In Mrs. Montfort’s Room Tete-a-Tete . ... . Bolling and Burton . Home Again . Belfield Camp. . The Stony Creek Charge Hicksford . . 2 Colmey’s Six Hundred Uncle Mac. . Roanoke Camp . . Jean Colmey and May Montfort . The Rout of the Tories . Colonel Colmey’s Tent . Departure of Battalion for the Coast. lands Notes . Balgray . ; ae True Story of the Toaiarork Sodiuais ‘ The Distingue of the Three Squadrons . PAGE 230 234 239 243 247 255 260 267 273 278 283 288 294, 305 311 314 323 335 340 344, 349 353 360 368 372 377 382 387 392 397 405 406 407 408 THE FAIR LADY OF HALIFAX _—— THE FAIR LADY OF HALIFAX THE INDIANS OF CAROLINA “If I demand, What rub or what impediment there is, Why that the naked poor mangled Peace Should not in this best garden of the World Put on her lovely visage.” It would be a grievous mistake for one to think that the white settlers of Carolina had a thriftless, cowardly race to do and deal with during the momentous Seventeenth Cen- tury, from 1680 to 1780. The Indian is by nature an aristocrat. He is loyal to his chief and his tribe, and he will have his crest, be it bear, buffalo, or beaver. His cunning, his courage, his pertinacity would bespeak for him of Jewish extraction. (See notes.) But he is beard- less and longhaired, and no hoarder of precious metals. Tall, well-formed, and ambitious, he delights in the chase and in war. In the presence of strangers stoical, their women at night lead in the dance, and their aged advisers sit in the shadows. The Algonquins and Iroquois are con- sidered among the foremost of Indian tribes, and many tribes in North Carolina are descended from them. The Tuscaroras were of the immortal stock of the Iroquois, and had for years mixed and married with Senecas, Mohawks, Oneidas, supposed to have migrated to Carolina in the Sixteenth Century. The Montreal massacre was well known 3 | | Hy 4 The Fair Lady of Halifax to every warrior of the Carolina tribes, whose people had occupied the tidal section beyond the memory of man. When aroused they were a warlike people, and they held in contempt cowardice, pain, and stealing from their own tribe. The Tuscarora Indian in dignity and loyalty was not surpassed by any race of men. He met his white brother at first and for years inoffensively. -He came from a race whose eloquence and gesture had ever had the admi- ration of every European that ever came in contact with them. In courage, in submission to his leader, in bearing pain and exposure, who had ever surpassed the Tuscarora? The citizens of the subterranean cities, the mound-builders had to give way to the Red Man. The Five Nations wie united for mutual protection. The Northern Indians of the Iroquois found meat and shelter with the Tuscaroras. The old men of these Five Nations visited and advised each tribe when danger was threatening, from the Penobscot to Pamlico. The Five Great Nations and the Tuscaroras were recognized as the highest type of Indian excellence. Their roaming bands from Canada to Carolina met and held their own with high achievement until the white race entered the list of combatants. The Tuscarora united power and pol- icy, and he was the Roman of the Stone Age. He felt his superiority, he fought for sovereignty. He knew, if pressed too hard, his wild cry would be heard by his blood-kin, the Senecas and the Hurons, across the continent. Pour the bosky dells of the Mohawk to the shimmering sounds near the sea he stripped himself for the fray and proudly war- whooped “Here! I dare do what man dares.” His pride his ready capacity to meet emergencies, made him a eh midable foe. Those mentioned tribes kept open their trails from Lake Champlain to Lake Mattamuskeet. East Carolina has ever been a land of romance and adventure, and if the writer in a poor way can revitalize the brave people now no more—King Blount and Hancock, The Indians of Carolina 5 King Taylor and others; reanimate their sleeping forms acceptably, he will feel amply rewarded for his labor. Some of these Indians were painters; and to their elo- quence as orators, with no schoolmaster to train them, are compared Pericles and Demosthenes, the most famous ora- tors the world ever listened to. From general or corporal, from president to ploughboy, these red men of the forest claimed close attention and thrilled and amazed the white race. Logan, Redjacket, Brant and Grangula, Cornplanter and King Blount are as orators and warriors classed amongst men, standing out in bold relief, and splendid specimens of manhood. Their stonework, the spear and ax, the toma- hawk and arrow, the mortar and digging tools, their knowl- edge of subterranean cities, marked them men who had come in deadly contact with the cave-dwellers and mound- builders, and came off victorious. (See notes.) They had heard all their lives of their tribe’s victorious advance. They understood tidology, they recognized the balm, the sweetening qualities of the North Wind. Without star or compass, without light or leader, the law of direction was so deeply planted in their make-up that they found their way, reached the port they were looking for with an ease, a certainty that astonished the white race. Did they have a “sixth sense”? Their women excelled in basketry work, in bead and feather fashionings. Their necklaces and wampums were decked with elks’ teeth, boar tusks, and shells of rare beauty and price. Their paintings of buffalo and white wolf robes have been the envy of the Caucasians. A celebrated writer has written that the time will come when the institutions, the policy, eloquence, and achieve- ments of this remarkable people will be the themes of study for the youth of our schools of learning. “Who is the American Indian? Who was the Yucatan?” Their convocations led one of our Jesuit historians to liken ee" 6 The Fair Lady of Halifax them to the Roman Senate in session. A veteran General (Dodge), after an extensive experience in wars, says that the Indian is the finest natural soldier the world had ever seen. The sachems are as emperors; their chiefs, their kings. The crossing of swords between Colonists and Brit- ish was without romance and mystery. Not so with the Indian. (Colonial Records, Vol. I, 978, 979.) He is modest in council and obedient to his chief, never swears, keeps his promise, and is decent in behavior. They are passing; but as they pass let us ask, Did the Germanic hordes, Anglo-Saxon and others, leave behind them a more glorious manly record? Did they equal the Indian in fine eloquence? Did they surpass him in indom- itable courage? Who was Attila, thundering at the gates of Rome? Was he governed by written laws? Nay! The lion once lived in classic Greece and measured his length across the plains of Palestine. The white race is super- human—white blood is divine, and Jehovah lands them safely into the bays of books and Bibles—upon heights impregnable! The Indian withstood the shock—the stress of the storms of adversity, uncomplainingly, but he could not withstand Destiny.’ He persistently held to his racial personality. He despised written laws, book religion, and a settled habi- tation. He was to remain enmeshed in the forest lore of his fathers. He had no desire to unravel the nice techni- calities of civilization, or submit willingly to the formali- ties of lame-legged law. Like unto the Goths and Huns, his sunlight has set in darkness—once powerful—now vanquished. The expulsion of the best braves from the Neuse and the Chowan to the vales of the Mohawk and the Little Montreal was effected in 1715, and they there became an integral portion of the confederacy, constituting the Sixth Nation. Then and there the Tuscarora faced his irrevocable doom. He saw before him his future beclouded with many tragedies; yet manfully, tirelessly, he lined up The Indians of Carolina 7 majestically with an unruffled brow and an unconquerable spirit. Adieu! Fondly adieu! His frail cypress canoe is being pushed into the unremembered sea. Deep sorrow surrounds him. He lifts his head and looks westward. Then calmly—column like—with upward view, his dark eye is fixed hopefully on the happy blue-vaulted oe Dusky—fearless—forlorn brother—all hail! Farewell! ee | " Glasgow 9 H At the meet the hawkers were ready. They were advised it to at once go for the quarry. II . The beautiful birds were of interest to the students. One i was a white with black neck and tips; the other was a blue GLASGOW ash with her throat a rich buff. Their spread of wing was three and one-half feet. When loosed and the prey is “Upon a great adventure he was bound: small they attack at once; but if large of beak and com- Which all earthly things he most did crave bative, then the falcon is cunning. She soars above and \ To prove his puissance in battle brave.” : below, and makes turns and wheels with great dexterity, —S penser. awaiting a favorable moment for her to strike. She brings In hi : ‘ the game down slowly and in circles, and lands the prey as i es micas ae of Glasgow sat a young man near as she can to where her keeper is standing; knowing ) i iaathaka This oe Bion of the Excellent Com- . that her reward is sure to be a well-prepared dainty meal. . dutielo: hat senting: elite Gis rt “paminondas was taught It requires patience, it takes time, to train a falcon prop- . k sey Gt thes Nhe, ald haat te he a he reckoned his mas- erly. The male is seldom ever in favoritism. He is more . i that thar ‘which was honseahl anced handsomely. He read lazy—not so fierce as the female. As in all trades and able with the Roman, was consid- callings, envy and jealousy are soon manifest. These fal- openly and plainly discredited each coners, like politicians, you know your bird is a tercel.” ered scandalous with the Greek: for instance, a Roman . thought it well to take his wife to a feast; the Greek consid- efierts. birds. “Allen, Sas ee and that only the woman’s apartment was the or her except in a feast with relatives; that Ci the Great married his half-sister, after th sagiaeE as forefathers, while in Rome it anata aie ae he pondered. He asked himself, What a asa a a creature of environment—of usage? He was Sites a with the fact that the Old Bible was faithful in for to view man’s excellencies and his many shortcomi ot ne a Mi he: eee with the truth that a Minshesls view should be taken of the laws i and silently wondered how vices enema consent to marry the hated leader of the Goths ee Z In the midst of his reveries his foommiate came in: Colmey, shall we go to the meet?” “Will Rutledg be one of our number, Capehart?” These three youn sie were Americans, were attending school in the casts, ae emies of the city built upon the confines of the river Clyde. 8 “Liar, mine is a Bautere.” “Nothing but a falconet, Ron- ald, or by St. Andrew may I be hung on Christmas day!” “You half-fed son of a street sweeper, mine is a ‘noble’ and strikes from above the quarry.” Nearing a small tarn, a pair of moor hawks could be plainly seen, and their blue backs and white rumps made a handsome air picture. But the falconers were quarreling and their falcons wanted to be crabbing. So earnestly were they berating each other that the hawks disappeared in the hillside trees before the students could get to see them. Further on the hawkers espied a pair of kestrels, the gray-and-black dressed male and his mate in reddish brown. They were lazily sailing fairly high, watching for fish and mice. “There, you pair of picklocks, do you hear? Set your birds astir.” The roughness of the students made the hawkers hush their wrangling. The falcons were thrown Hilt ® 10 The Fair Lady of Halifax = - ae a been carefully removed by each mas- ee ae a . a hearty, cheery “halloo” to their ce ga * e hawkers gazed anxiously and silentl a : : : = the circling and quick diving of their Sa . = 8 became frightened, seeing the falcons — a : en an opposite direction. Each went up- = as » giving out shrill, fierce cries as ‘hen om their ser ” omy enjoying their freedom, reity = aa om oe or-life kestrels; but, seeing their quarry holding saadtelan and with intention to get away from them