With Clive in India; Or, The Beginnings of an Empire
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Henty George Alfred. With Clive in India; Or, The Beginnings of an Empire
Preface
Chapter 1: Leaving Home
Chapter 2: The Young Writer
Chapter 3: A Brush With Privateers
Chapter 4: The Pirates Of The Pacific
Chapter 5: Madras
Chapter 6: The Arrival Of Clive
Chapter 7: The Siege Of Arcot
Chapter 8: The Grand Assault
Chapter 9: The Battle Of Kavaripak
Chapter 10: The Fall Of Seringam
Chapter 11: An Important Mission
Chapter 12: A Murderous Attempt
Chapter 13: An Attempt At Murder
Chapter 14: The Siege Of Ambur
Chapter 15: The Pirates' Hold
Chapter 16: A Tiger Hunt
Chapter 17: The Capture Of Gheriah
Chapter 18: The "Black Hole" Of Calcutta
Chapter 19: A Daring Escape
Chapter 20: The Rescue Of The White Captive
Chapter 21: The Battle Outside Calcutta
Chapter 22: Plassey
Chapter 23: Plassey
Chapter 24: Mounted Infantry
Chapter 25: Besieged In A Pagoda
Chapter 26: The Siege Of Madras
Chapter 27: Masulipatam
Chapter 28: The Defeat Of Lally
Chapter 29: The Siege Of Pondicherry
Chapter 30: Home
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A lady in deep mourning was sitting, crying bitterly, by a fire in small lodgings in the town of Yarmouth. Beside her stood a tall lad of sixteen. He was slight in build, but his schoolfellows knew that Charlie Marryat's muscles were as firm and hard as those of any boy in the school. In all sports requiring activity and endurance, rather than weight and strength, he was always conspicuous. Not one in the school could compete with him in long-distance running, and when he was one of the hares there was but little chance for the hounds. He was a capital swimmer, and one of the best boxers in the school. He had a reputation for being a leader in every mischievous prank; but he was honorable and manly, would scorn to shelter himself under the semblance of a lie, and was a prime favourite with his masters, as well as his schoolfellows. His mother bewailed the frequency with which he returned home with blackened eyes and bruised face; for between Dr. Willet's school and the fisher lads of Yarmouth there was a standing feud, whose origin dated so far back that none of those now at school could trace it. Consequently, fierce fights often took place in the narrow rows, and sometimes the fisher boys would be driven back on to the broad quay shaded by trees, by the river, and there being reinforced from the craft along the side, would reassume the offensive and drive their opponents back into the main street.
It was but six months since Charlie had lost his father, who was the officer in command at the coast guard station, and his scanty pension was now all that remained for the support of his widow and children. His mother had talked his future prospects over, many times, with Charlie. The latter was willing to do anything, but could suggest nothing. His father had but little naval interest, and had for years been employed on coast guard service. Charlie agreed that, although he should have liked of all things to go to sea, it was useless to think of it now, for he was past the age at which he could have entered as a midshipman.
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"So you have soon become tired of the streets of London, Grandnephew!" he said.
"There is not much to see, sir. The lamps do not burn very brightly, and the fog is coming on. I thought that, if it grew thicker, I might lose my way, and in that case I might not have been in at the hour you named for supper."
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