ou on Sundays, Ellie. He has won his spurs
in the great battle, and become fit to be a man; because he has done the
thing he did not like."

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Westward Ho!

"Westward Ho!" was published in 1855, and, on the whole, may
be accepted as the most popular of all Charles Kingsley's
novels. It is a story full of the life and stir of Elizabethan
England, and its heroes and heroines are the stout-hearted
Devonshire people whom Kingsley knew and loved so well. Like
most historical romances, "Westward Ho!" must not be accepted
as history, in spite of the fact that its author was Regius
Professor of History at Cambridge. Kingsley's whole-hearted
and entirely creditable patriotism and his intense devotion to
the established Church of England prevented his doing justice
to Spain or looking with sympathy on Roman Catholicism. (See
Newman, Vol. XIII.) Kingsley never could refrain from
preaching his own convictions, and while this often interfered
with the art of the novelist, it gave a note of sincerity to
all his work, and warmth and colour to his style.

_I.--How Amyas Came Home the First Time_

One bright summer's afternoon in the year 1575 a tall and fair boy came
lingering along Bideford Quay, in his scholar's gown, with satchel and
slate in hand, watching wistfully the shipping and the sailors, till,
just after he had passed the bottom of the High Street, he came to a
group of sailors listening earnestly to someone who stood in the midst.
The boy, all alive for any sea news, must needs go up to them, and so
came in for the following speech, delivered in a loud, bold voice, with
a strong Devonshire accent.

"I tell you, as I, John Oxenham, am a gentleman, I saw it with these
eyes, and so did Salvation Yeo there; and we measured the heap, seventy
foot long, ten foot broad, and twelve foot high, of silver bars, and
each bar between a thirty and forty pound weight. Come along! Who lists?
Who lists? Who'll make his fortune?"

"Who'll list?" cried a tall, gaunt man, whom the other had called
Salvation Yeo. "Now's your time! We've got forty men to Plymouth now,
ready to sail the minute we get back; and we want a dozen out of you
Bideford men, and just a boy or two, and then we'm off and away, and
make our fortunes or go to heaven."

Then the gaunt man pulled from under his arm a great white buffalo horn