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The Admirable Lady Biddy FaneHer Surprising Curious Adventures In Strange Parts   By: (1848-)

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THE ADMIRABLE LADY BIDDY FANE:

HER SURPRISING CURIOUS ADVENTURES IN STRANGE PARTS & HAPPY DELIVERANCE FROM PIRATES , BATTLE , CAPTIVITY , & OTHER TERRORS; TOGETHER WITH DIVERS ROMANTIC & MOVING ACCIDENTS AS SET FORTH BY BENET PENGILLY (HER COMPANION IN MISFORTUNE & JOY), & NOW FIRST DONE INTO PRINT

BY FRANK BARRETT.

NEW YORK: THE F. M. LUPTON PUBLISHING COMPANY.

CONTENTS.

I. I am Taken Out of the Pillory and Narrowly Escape going to the Whipping Post

II. I am taken again by Jack Geddes and Others, and Rescued by Rodrigues

III. By a Cunning Stratagem I am got out of Jack Geddes' Hands, and Brought Aboard the "Sure Hawk"

IV. I come to the Canaries in Better Plight than Started

V. To my Mortal Peril I Overhear a Horrid Scheme of Rodrigues and Ned Parsons

VI. I am nearly Undone by my Shadow Ned Parsons and Rodrigues, their Argument, with the Compact that Followed

VII. The Perplexity of being neither Thorough faced Rogue, Arrant Fool, nor Honest Man

VIII. We are Overcome, and with Barbarous Treatment Set Ashore and Left There

IX. We find Ourselves on a Desert Island, and Little Comfort besides

X. I Quit the Island and my Friend

XI. I am Excellently Served by my Famous Invention, and come to England not much the Worse for it

XII. Lady Biddy gives me a Word of Comfort

XIII. The Crossed Heart

XIV. We are Dogged by a Black Ship, to the great Discomfort of our Companies

XV. We fall into sore Disasters of Raging Tempest and Bloody Battle

XVI. The Battle ended to our Complete Discomfiture

XVII. I am Shot out of one Ship and Crawl into Another, with what Advantage may yet be seen

XVIII. Greatly put to it to Know what to do, I do Nothing

XIX. The Rainy Season comes to an End, but by my Delay we are Balked of Returning into the Baraquan

XX. We try Another Means of Escape, whereby we are as Nearly Undone as may be

XXI. I Fall into a Dismal Sickness, and Recover thereof

XXII. I am Put to Great Torment by my Passion

XXIII. We Enter into a Cavern the like of which no Man has ever yet Told of

XXIV. How (amongst other Matters), in seeking to Kill a Snapping Boar, we Fall upon an Old Friend

XXV. We come at length to the Mouth of the Oronoque, but with Dismal Forebodings

XXVI. Touching those Accidents that had Happened to Sir Bartlemy as he lay at the Mouth of the Oronoque

XXVII. Lady Biddy Breaks her Troth, and we hear Falmouth Bells again

THE ADMIRABLE LADY BIDDY FANE.

CHAPTER I.

I AM TAKEN OUT OF THE PILLORY AND NARROWLY ESCAPE GOING TO THE WHIPPING POST.

As 'tis the present mode to embellish a history with a portrait of the writer, it will not be amiss if I here at the outset give you some hints by which you may see, as in a frontispiece, the image of that Benet Pengilly who is about to tell you many marvelous things.

What kind of man I am you may better judge when you come to the last page of this history; my business now is to present my image as I was; to which end I would have you picture a man close upon thirty years of age, clad in a jerkin and breeches of leather, six foot and some odd inches in height, gaunt and lean as a famished wolf, fierce visaged, with an unkempt beard of hair, and a shock ragged as a bush, and both as black as any ink; a deep sunk, bloodshot eye, and a swarthy skin, all besmirched with broken egg, filth and blood. This pretty portraiture you shall frame in the town pillory, which stood over against the church of St. Mary, in the city of Truro, with this very true description writ under the headpiece:

"BENET PENGILLY, A STURDY ROGUE."

And now to begin my story, I must tell you that I had stood in this pillory from sunrise, a sport for all the cowards in the town. I say cowards, for surely those who have courage are never cruel to the helpless, and these the strongest of whom would have fled before me had I been free had baited me as curs bait a tethered bull, without any kind of mercy, jeering at me, and making me a mark for any beastliness that came to hand, ay, and sharp stones to boot, as the blood from my lips and cheek testified... Continue reading book >>




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