Menhardoc

George Manville Fenn
Menhardoc, by George Manville
Fenn

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Title: Menhardoc
Author: George Manville Fenn
Illustrator: C.J. Staniland
Release Date: May 8, 2007 [EBook #21354]
Language: English
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Menhardoc, a Story of Cornish Nets and Mines, by George Manville
Fenn.

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In passing, the title of the book, Menhardoc, never once appears in the
body-text of the book. But it has a sort of mysterious Cornish sound to
it, and that does the trick.
Mr Temple and his two 15 or 16 year old twin sons have come to stay
for the summer holidays in a Cornish fishing village. The two boys are
very different. Arthur, or Taff, is very foppish and afraid of getting wet,
hurt, or in any way inconvenienced. The other boy, Richard, or Dick, is
the exact opposite, always running hither and thither, always wanting
to get involved in anything that is going, ready to make friends with all
and sundry, while Arthur believes himself to be very grand and much
above the fisher men and boys that they meet on this holiday.
Will Marion is one such boy. But he is a very clever studious boy, as
well as one who gets on with the day-to-day fishing business. He has
had a good grammar-school education, and Arthur is quite put out to
discover that Will is better than he at his Latin and Greek, in those
days forming a large part of a good education.
Josh, Uncle Abram, and several others complete the principal cast. The
boys get out on various boating expeditions, in which they, and we,
learn a great deal about the life of a fishing village of perhaps 1850.
We learn about the various fishes, and how they are caught, and they
have various narrow shaves down mines, in caves, and after various
unfortunate accidents.
This book is beautifully written, very informative and interesting, and
as full of thrills as any book by G Manville Fenn, the master of
suspense.
Of course there is a surprise waiting for us at the finish.
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MENHARDOC, A STORY OF CORNISH NETS AND MINES, BY
GEORGE MANVILLE FENN.
CHAPTER ONE.
INTRODUCES WILL AND HIS HENCHMAN, JOSH.
"You don't know it, Master Will, lad, but Natur' couldn't ha' done no
better for you if she'd tried."
"Why, Josh?"
"Why, lad? There's a queshton to ask! Why? Warn't you born in
Co'rn'all, the finest country in all England, and ain't you going to grow
into a Cornishman, as all old books says is giants, when you've left off
being a poor smooth, soft-roed, gallish-looking creatur', same as you
are now?"
The utterer of these words certainly spoke them, but in a musical,
sing-song intonation peculiar to the fishermen of the district. He was a
fair, short man, somewhat deformed, one arm being excessively short,
seeming little more than a hand projecting from one side of his breast;
but this in no wise interfered with his activity as he stood there
glittering in the bright morning sunshine on the deck of a Cornish
lugger, shaking pilchards out of the dark-brown net into the well or
hold.
Josh Helston glittered in the morning sunshine like a harlequin in a
limelight, for he was spangled from head to foot with the loose silvery
scales of the pilchards caught during the night, and on many another
night during the past few weeks. There were scales on his yellow
south-wester, in his fair closely-curling hair, a couple on his
ruddy-brown nose, hundreds upon his indigo-blue home-knit jersey,
and his high boots, that were almost trousers and boots in one, were
literally burnished with the adherent disks of silvery iridescent horn.
The "poor smooth, gallish-looking creatur'" he addressed was a
well-built young fellow of seventeen, with no more effeminacy in his

appearance than is visible in a lad balanced by nature just on that edge
of life where we rest for a short space uneasily, bidding good-bye to
boyhood so eagerly, before stepping boldly forward, and with flushed
face and flashing eyes feeling our muscles and the rough hair upon our
cheeks and chins, and saying, in all the excitement of the discovery of
that El Dorado time of life, "At last I am a man!"
Josh Helston's words did not seem fair, but his way was explained once
to Michael Polree as they stood together on the pier; and the latter had
expostulated
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