The Adobe eBook has bookmarks at chapter headings and is printable up to two full copies per year. We have only just reached the top, Dick said; the snow must be near fifteen feet deep. Tom and I will go, one each way, along the wall; likely enough we may come upon some bushes—they often grow in shelter of the walls: if we can find a few sticks we will cover the house over. We are all right for warmth, Tom said; but it feels quite stifling. His brother, John, was three years younger.
We know every foot of the way. Then the stick was cautiously lowered, being untied joint by joint, and looking up the boys gave a shout of pleasure. The snow was falling thicker than ever, and the ground, except upon the uplands exposed to the full force of the wind, was covered with a white mantle. He knew every foot of the hills, could tell every bird by its note, and knew all about their nests and eggs. Henty was a Victorian imperialist, which shows through in his books. After dinner, he would spend and hour or two in telling them a story that would continue the next day. Old folks down in Castleton said they never remembered such a storm.
Jimmy was by this time in a state almost of lethargy; but the others were fairly warm from their exertions. I just cannot give it more than three stars. The younger boy was fond of his books; he had always been weak and delicate, and, being unable to spend his time in active exercise out of doors, he was generally to be found reading by the fire in winter, or lying on the ground in summer under a tree in the orchard, with his chin on his hand, and the book before him. It is getting dark awfully fast, Tom Jackson said. His brother, John, was three years younger.
Henty's heroes fight wars, sail the seas, discover land, conquer evil empires, prospect for gold, and a host of other exciting adventures. All night and all next day the snow continued to fall; the next day, and the next, it kept on. The younger boy was fond of his books; he had always been weak and delicate, and, being unable to spend his time in active exercise out of doors, he was generally to be found reading by the fire in winter, or lying on the ground in summer under a tree in the orchard, with his chin on his hand, and the book before him. Dick's adventures allow his family the possibility of prosperity. At the top of the hole, which was some six inches wide at the bottom, was a tiny patch of light. Ever so much; there must be a great weight on them. I think Jimmy is all right, Tom; I have just put my hand inside his waistcoat and he feels quite warm now.
That will be no good, Dick answered; not if it is deep; and if it has been snowing all night, there is no saying how deep it may be this morning down in this bottom. It is not this way, Tom said at last. What are you doing, James? Fans of historical adventure will relish this gripping, richly detailed account. It is quite warm, Dick said. Except in school, or perhaps during the long winter evenings, it was rare indeed to find Dick with a book in his hand. The feeling of oppression ceased; half an hour later the hole was closed up, and they knew that the snow was still falling. It is depressing that many too many of our young men would be stumped to fully understand his work.
I shall never want to, father, he would reply. I am only afraid about Jimmy, Dick said; he is sound asleep, and he was so awfully cold; lie as close as you can to him, Tom, and put your arm over him and keep your legs huddled up against his. For some time they continued their way. Jimmy, cheered at the prospect of lying down, made an effort, and they soon reached the wall. The Jacksons called for him directly he had finished his dinner, and they started away together for a farm which was about four miles distant. We are getting to the head of the valley.
Along the way, they meet famous personages. Both went to school at Castleton. I'm always looking for a bargain and Amazon has a lot of great bargains in long-out-of-print books. Tom was the first to wake. Henty's stories revolve around fictional boy heroes during fascinating periods of history. Now, Tom, help me to work it about a bit, so as to press the snow all round, and make a sort of tube. A great deal of the learning that boys get at school is of no actual value in pounds, shillings, and pence.
As to John, he is a child yet, and, I trust, will grow up strong and active; but if his tastes remain as they now are, I do not think it likely he will take to farming, and we must find some other career for him. They did not feel so hungry as they expected, but they were very thirsty. However, there it is, and we have got to meet it, and if we are to keep our heads above water, it can only be by farming up to the very best lights of the day. I am afraid we are buried deep in the snow-drift. Yes, and the wind does not blow through the stones as it did. They struck right across the hills, as it would have been two miles longer by the nearest road. Back to the the two sons, these young men were so well self educated in survival and the dangers they experienced and methods used to find a way out makes a great story.
That is a foolish idea, Dick. Chapter Eighteen -- The Boer InsurrectionChapter Nineteen -- The Garrisons in the Transvaal; Chapter Twenty -- Laing's Neck. Which way shall we turn, left or right? Like most of the walls in Derbyshire, it was formed of flat stones laid without mortar, some four feet high. The country round Castleton, in Derbyshire, is greatly admired by summer tourists, for it lies in the wildest part of that county; but in winter the wind whistles sharply over the bleak hills—where there are no trees to break its violence,—the sheep huddle under the shelter of the roughly-built stone walls, and even lovers of the picturesque would at that season prefer a more level and wooded country. Now, Tom, you stop here for a minute or two, and I will look about; you keep shouting every minute, so that I can find my way back to you. So it must, Tom assented.
First Page: The Young Colonists, by G. The 2 sons, one from each family found some unexpected problems that most children would have died. George Alfred Henty, better known as G. I remember last winter that Bill Jones and Harry Austin and I tried to make a tunnel in a deep drift, but the snow fell in as fast as we scraped it away. I was never bored and skipping paragraphs. This unfortunate surrender has, assuredly, brought about the troubled state of things now existing in South Africa.