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Title: Tales of chivalry : or, Perils by flood and field ….
Year: 1854 (1850s)
Publisher: London : G. Berger
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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hick, separated fromthe top to the bottom of the cliff, and fellwith a tremendous noise into the sea.The wharf or pier was cracked three partsacross, showing a chasm of eighteeninches wide ; the chronometers on shore,except those in the pocket, and most ofthe clocks, stopped, wliilst the rates ofchronometers on board were in manyinstances altered. A great number oflives were lost, amongst which were fourpriests, killed in the churches, one of themby the falling of an image, at whose basehe was at prayer. The Volages chain-cables were lyingon a soft muddy bottom, in thirty-six feetwater ; and, on heaving up the bestbovver anchor to examine it, the cablethereof was found to have been stronglyacted on, at thirteen fathoms from theanchor, and twenty-five from the ship.On washing the mud from it, the links,which are made of the best bolt or cylinderwrought iron, about two inches in dia-meter, appeared to have undergone partialfusion for a considerable extent. PERILS BY FLOOD A\D FIELD. 297
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PafjeSOJ. A LEGEND OF HUXGARY. As tiie Danube approaches the ancientcity of Biida, it traverses a vast and almostuninhabited plain, surrounded upon everyside by rude and barren mountains. Thistract, tliickly wooded with forest trees ofgreat age and size, is now called the• Black Forest of Hungary, and hasbeen long celebrated as the resort of thewild boar and the elk, driven by winterto seek a shelter and cover which theywould in vain look for upon the rocky andsteep mountains around : there, for atleast five months of every year, mightdaily be heard the joyous call ol the jagerhorn, and at night, around the blazingfires of the bivouac, might parties ofhunters be seen carousing and relatingthe dangers of the chase. But when oncethe hunting season was past, the gloomand desolation of this wild waste wasunbroken by any sound save the shrill cryof the vultures, or the scream of the woodsquirrel as he sprang from bough to bough,for the footsteps of the traveller never trodthis valley, wh
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