Under the Storm

eld sway and wasted

SEL

h her foot, while Rusha sometimes built what she called houses with stones, sometimes tro

is coming. He is leading Whitefoo

was only Steadfast leading the old mare with the large crooks or panniers o

, Stead? Wh

church and our parson, and father is Churchwarden, you know. So he said he must go to see what was doing. And he bade me

relieving Whitefoot of her panniers and giving her

red, the one looking sad, the other sulky. "Too late," Je

at what we have seen-our good parson with his feet tied to his stir

n, and Patience ventured to

een a godly life and preaching. These be strange times, children, and for the life of me, I know not what it all means. How now

ng up the cows, to which his father replied, "Tha

ve his part in it? It was just like father to hinder him, and he had a great mind to neglect the faggots and go off to the vi

would not let good Master Holworth speak with me; but I saw he meant to warn me

e things?" inquired Stea

n your life, lad, n

and to the village street and the grey church, whose odd-shaped steeple stood up among the trees. Already they could see that the great west w

ree tombstones to get to them. "'Twas rare sp

ith father,"

the rest with stones. I sent one that knocked the wing of him right off. You should have seen me, Stead! And

e good?" sai

better sport,

thoughtlessly delighted in knocking down the things they had been taught to respect. A figure of a knight in a ruff kneeling on

do that for?"

ad. "'Break down their idols,' the man in the black g

worshipped the

the rails." (Jeph and Will were sparring with two fragments of them.) "'Down w

aring the catechism on Sundays!" cried Ralph

he others. "You, that never could t

ther lad. "We've done with all that now,

s, "'twas for making away

ad a warrant against scandalous

for the popish vessels, as he called them, an

them somewheres," replied J

ould be for him as foun

over the parsonage

has locked herself in, as sava

s and made a bonfire of all his popish books. The l

wish to get home with his tidings to his father. There was

hey do to ou

r," was the ready answer. "But he is a good man.

ny and me our Sunday di

e catechising. Hurrah!"

oat, Hurrah!" and up went their caps. "

g as he does like a stuck pig, and

Steadfast,

ys. "A malignant! Off with him." They had begun to h

, and you must

h!" they cried,

nd sad. He had loved his minister, and he never guessed how much he cared for his church till he saw it lying desolate, and these rude lads