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THE LION OF THE NORTH

A Tale of the Times of Gustavus Adolphus,

By G. A. Henty

CONTENTS

PREFACE.


CHAPTER I.   THE INVITATION

CHAPTER II.   SHIPWRECKED

CHAPTER III.   SIR JOHN HEPBURN

CHAPTER IV.   NEW BRANDENBURG

CHAPTER V.   MARAUDERS

CHAPTER VI.   THE ATTACK ON THE VILLAGE

CHAPTER VII.   A QUIET TIME

CHAPTER VIII.   THE SIEGE OF MANSFELD

CHAPTER IX.   THE BATTLE OF BREITENFELD

CHAPTER X.   THE PASSAGE OF THE RHINE

CHAPTER XI.   THE CAPTURE OF OPPENHEIM

CHAPTER XII.   THE PASSAGE OF THE LECH

CHAPTER XIII.   CAPTURED BY THE PEASANTS

CHAPTER XIV.   IN THE CHURCHTOWER

CHAPTER XV.   A TIMELY RESCUE

CHAPTER XVI.   THE SIEGE OF NUREMBERG

CHAPTER XVII.   THE DEATH OF GUSTAVUS

CHAPTER XVIII.   WOUNDED

CHAPTER XIX.   A PAUSE IN HOSTILITIES

CHAPTER XX.   FRIENDS IN TROUBLE

CHAPTER XXI.   FLIGHT

CHAPTER XXII.   THE CONSPIRACY

CHAPTER XXIII.      THE MURDER OF WALLENSTEIN

CHAPTER XXIV.   MALCOLM'S ESCAPE

CHAPTER XXV.   NORDLINGEN

PREFACE.

MY DEAR LADS,

You are nowadays called upon to acquire so great a mass of learning and information in the period of life between the ages of twelve and eighteen that it is not surprising that but little time can be spared for the study of the history of foreign nations. Most lads are, therefore, lamentably ignorant of the leading events of even the most important epochs of Continental history, although, as many of these events have exercised a marked influence upon the existing state of affairs in Europe, a knowledge of them is far more useful, and, it may be said, far more interesting than that of the comparatively petty affairs of Athens, Sparta, Corinth, and Thebes.

Prominent among such epochs is the Thirty Years' War, which arose from the determination of the Emperor of Austria to crush out Protestantism throughout Germany. Since the invasion of the Huns no struggle which has taken place in Europe has approached this in the obstinacy of the fighting and the terrible sufferings which the war inflicted upon the people at large. During these thirty years the population of Germany decreased by nearly a third, and in some of the states half the towns and two-thirds of the villages absolutely disappeared.

The story of the Thirty Years' War is too long to be treated in one volume. Fortunately it divides itself naturally into two parts. The first begins with the entry of Sweden, under her chivalrous monarch Gustavus Adolphus, upon the struggle, and terminates with his death and that of his great rival Wallenstein. This portion of the war has been treated in the present story. The second period begins at the point when France assumed the leading part in the struggle, and concluded with the peace which secured liberty of conscience to the Protestants of Germany. This period I hope to treat some day in another story, so that you may have a complete picture of the war. The military events of the present tale, the battles, sieges, and operations, are all taken from the best authorities, while for the account of the special doings of Mackay's, afterwards Munro's Scottish Regiment, I am indebted to Mr. J. Grant's Life of Sir John Hepburn.

Yours sincerely,

G. A. HENTY

CHAPTER I THE INVITATION

It was late in the afternoon in the spring of the year 1630; the hilltops of the south of Scotland were covered with masses of cloud, and a fierce wind swept the driving rain before it with such force that it was not easy to make way against it. It had been raining for three days without intermission. Every little mountain burn had become a boiling torrent, while the rivers had risen above their banks and flooded the low lands in the valleys.

The shades of evening were closing in, when a lad of some sixteen years of age stood gazing across the swollen waters of the Nith rushing past in turbid flood. He scarce seemed conscious of the pouring rain; but with his lowland bonnet pressed down over his eyes, and his plaid wrapped tightly round him, he stood on a rising hummock of ground at the edge of the flood, and looked across the stream.

“If they are not here soon,” he said to himself, “they will not get across the Nith tonight. None but bold riders could do so now; but by what uncle says, Captain Hume must be that and more. Ah! here they come.”

As he spoke two horsemen rode down the opposite side of the valley and halted at the water's edge. The prospect was not a pleasant one. The river was sixty or seventy feet wide, and in the centre the water swept along in a raging current.

“You cannot cross here,” the boy shouted at the top of his voice. “You must go higher up where the water's deeper.”

The wind swept his words away, but his gestures were understood.

“The boy is telling us to go higher up,” said one of the horsemen.

“I suppose he is,” the other replied; “but here is the ford. You see the road we have travelled ends here, and I can see it again on the other side. It is getting dark, and were we to cross higher up we might lose our way and get bogged; it is years since I was here. What's the boy going to do now? Show us a place for crossing?”

The lad, on seeing the hesitation of the horsemen, had run along the bank up the stream, and to their surprise, when he had