Daniel Defoe It was now summer. The heather on the moors came into bloom, so that when I went out one Sunday afternoon with Harry, as had become our habit, I was amazed by the great stretches of purple which rolled away on every hand. The cotton grass was out too, clustering in the moorland hollo...
Marching as to War The next pictures in Morcar’s mind were those of defensive preparations for war. He remembered the events of 1939 by his own preparations, for they marched with those of England—or possibly, thought Morcar, sometimes a trifle in advance. In March Hitler annexed Czechoslovakia a...
The damage was not terribly serious, though perhaps it might have been thought so if examined by methods available in more recent times—the year of the accident was 1926, so that he was now thirty-seven. Nothing was broken; no distortion of any kind was visible; Richard had no limp (or very littl...
There was a ring at the Mellors’ front-door bell; as it chanced the maid was out, and Lydia rose from the game of draughts she was playing with her father to go to the door. When she opened it the figure of Annice, with a child in her arms, was revealed against a background of dripping buildings ...
Cromwell and his friends beheaded King Charles for not being a republican; barely a quarter of the year had passed before some parts of the army violently mutinied against Cromwell and his friends for not being republican enough. These men, “Levellers” they called them, desired to have perfect fr...
1848-1974 One day several years ago—it was about 1956, I think—I was sitting on a March evening reading the Hudley Star, our little town’s evening newspaper, when I encountered this paragraph. A prominent local Esperantist, Mr Joe Dean, of 13, Pickles Street, Hollow Bridge, died, in Hudley Genera...
As was his custom, he wore neither coat nor hat and scorned those who coddled themselves in wraps or became dishevelled in the struggle with the perpetual West Riding winds; his crisp fair hair remained closely modelled to his head, his cheek was fresh and rosy; he held his head high; his stride,...
Two Men are Umemployed OF THOSE on whom the trade dispute at Valley Mills brought affliction, Harry Schofield was the first to suffer. The anomalous situation at Valley Mill caused a vast amount of official correspondence. The union twice addressed letters to Arnold Lumb, urging him to enter nego...
I replied in the affirmative and made suitable preparations. Indeed I determined to do him proud; partly from genuine family affection and partly from a desire to show him that his young brother was now a knowledgeable and sophisticated person, able to steer his way through the London deeps. I sa...
It was a wild wet afternoon in the eighteen-nineties. The West Riding of Yorkshire lay harried beneath an Atlantic gale, which, however, it received not prostrate but battling, defiant. The hills of dark millstone grit, rising and falling in rhythmic succession like the surge and die of notes in ...