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Title: The Black Tor
A Tale of the Reign of James the First
Author: George Manville Fenn
Illustrator: W. S. Stacey
Release Date: May 4, 2007 [EBook #21298]
Language: English
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The Black Tor, by George Manville Fenn,
A Tale of the Reign of James the First.
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As always with this author there is plenty of action in this book. Two
teenage boys of about the same age come from families which have been
in intense rivalry for centuries. Each of them lives in a castle set
among the wild and desolate hills of Derbyshire, an almost mountainous
area in the Midlands of England, known generally as the Peak District.
The boys know each other but as enemies. Yet events occur which draw
them together as allies, but they dare not call themselves friends. A
roguish band of ex-soldiers have arrived in the district, and set up
camp out on the moors, from whence they descend to steal from, rob and
loot the houses of the poorer folk.
The boys privately form an alliance using the men working on their
fathers' land as a private army, to attack and rid the land of these
desperadoes. Their first attack results in dreadful failure. But then
they revise their ideas of what they can use for weaponry, and are
finally successful.
Yet another excellent book from the prolific pen of this great author.
NH
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THE BLACK TOR, BY GEORGE MANVILLE FENN,
A TALE OF THE REIGN OF JAMES THE FIRST.
CHAPTER ONE.
ONE CAPTAIN PURLROSE.
About as rugged, fierce-looking a gang of men as a lad could set eyes
on, as they struggled up the steep cliff road leading to the castle,
which frowned at the summit, where the flashing waters of the Gleame
swept round three sides of its foot, half hidden by the beeches and
birches, which overhung the limpid stream. The late spring was at its
brightest and best, but there had been
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