The Battlefield Treasure
F. Bayford Harrison The Battlefield Treasure Table of Contents
The Battlefield Treasure...... 1 F. Bayford Harrison...... 1 Chapter 1. OLD AND YOUNG...... 1 Chapter 2. SUNDAY...... 6 Chapter 3. THE BATTLE OF SHREWSBURY...... 12 Chapter 4. COINS IN THE CUPBOARD...... 17 Chapter 5. ABACADA...... 21 Chapter 6. THE ASSAULT...... 26 Chapter 7. NEITHER RABBIT, RAT, NOR COIN...... 30 Chapter 8. SCROBBESBYRIG...... 34 Chapter 9. A LEGEND OF MORETON CORBET...... 38 Chapter 10. TREASURE−TROVE...... 41 Chapter 11. FINDING IS KEEPING. ...... 46 Chapter 12. POLICE!...... 51 Chapter 13. VICTORY...... 55
i The Battlefield Treasure
F. Bayford Harrison
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• Chapter 1. OLD AND YOUNG. • Chapter 2. SUNDAY. • Chapter 3. THE BATTLE OF SHREWSBURY. • Chapter 4. COINS IN THE CUPBOARD. • Chapter 5. ABACADA. • Chapter 6. THE ASSAULT. • Chapter 7. NEITHER RABBIT, RAT, NOR COIN. • Chapter 8. SCROBBESBYRIG. • Chapter 9. A LEGEND OF MORETON CORBET. • Chapter 10. TREASURE−TROVE. • Chapter 11. FINDING IS KEEPING. • Chapter 12. POLICE! • Chapter 13. VICTORY. Chapter 1. OLD AND YOUNG.
It was late in the day, and the sun shone on the north side of Battlefield Church, having gone beyond the west window, in which now only a few panes shone golden with his lingering rays. The air was soft and warm; the small birds were twittering ere they went to rest, and the great rooks hovered, cawing loudly, over their homes in yonder high elms. There were not many other sounds disturbing that July evening calm; from a farm near came lowing of cows, and baaing of lambs, and moaning of pigeons; and from the fields occasional murmurs of human voices, mingled with laughter, and barking of dogs.
The old man who sat on a little mound, with his face towards Shrewsbury, was in keeping with the scene around him. He was over seventy years of age, to judge by his looks; for he was bent, and thin, and pale, with long white hair flowing down almost to his shoulders, and mingling with his long white beard. His features were regular and clear−cut, his skin pallid, his eyes of a deep blue. In his hand was a thin stick, with which he absently stirred the loose earth at his feet, as his thoughts wandered aimlessly through the long−ago past.
The voice of a boy and the bark of a dog came nearer; came through an opening in the hedge to the right of the old man, and then came close beside him.
The boy, after the manner of boys, would have passed shyly without looking at the old man, but the dog, after the manner of dogs, was at once interested in the stranger, and desirous to know why the stick was at work in the loose earth. Probably some idea of rats crossed the canine mind.