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Readers will be swept away by this imaginative tale from Juliana Horatia Ewing, a famed writer of short stories, novels and poems geared for younger audiences. Young hero Jan is raised on a humble farm and grows up to be a hard-working, considerate, and talented young man. But when a secret about his true origins is revealed, Jan's whole world is turned upside-down.

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Publié par	The Floating Press
Date de parution	01 décembre 2015
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781776593637
Langue	English

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JAN OF THE WINDMILL
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JULIANA HORATIA EWING

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Jan of the Windmill First published in 1873 Epub ISBN 978-1-77659-363-7 Also available: PDF ISBN 978-1-77659-364-4 © 2014 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
Contents
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Chapter I - The Windmiller's Wife.—Strangers.—Ten Shillings aWeek.—The Little Jan Chapter II - The Miller's Calculations.—His Hopes and Fears.—TheNurse-Boy.—Calm Chapter III - The Windmiller's Words Come True.—The Red Shawl.—In the Clouds.—Nursing V. Pig-Minding.—The Round-House.—The Miller's Thumb Chapter IV - Black as Slans.—Vair and Voolish.—The Miller and His Man Chapter V - The Pocket-Book and the Family Bible.—Five Pounds' Reward Chapter VI - George Goes Courting.—George as an Enemy.—George as a Friend.—Abel Plays School-Master.—The Love-Letter.—Moerdyk.—The Miller-Moth.—An Ancient Ditty Chapter VII - Abel Goes to School Again.—Dame Datchett.—A Column of Spelling.—Abel Plays Moocher.—The Miller's Man Cannot Make up His Mind Chapter VIII - Visitors at the Mill.—A Windmiller of the Third Generation.—Curefor Whooping-Cough.—Miss Amabel Adeline Ammaby.—Doctors Disagree Chapter IX - Gentry Born.—Learning Lost.—Jan's Bedfellow.—Amabel Chapter X - Abel at Home.—Jan Objects to the Miller's Man.—The Alphabet.—TheCheap Jack.—"Pitchers" Chapter XI - Scarecrows and Men.—Jan Refuses to "Make Gearge."—Uncanny.—"Jan'sOff."—The Moon and the Clouds Chapter XII - The White Horse.—Comrogues.—Moerdyk.—George Confides in the CheapJack—With Reservation Chapter XIII - George as a Moneyed Man.—Sal.—The "White Horse."— The Wedding.—The Windmiller's Wife Forgets, and Remembers Too Late Chapter XIV - Sublunary Art.—Jan Goes to School.—Dame Datchett at Home.—Jan'sFirst School Scrape.—Jan Defends Himself Chapter XV - Willum Gives Jan Some Advice.—The Clock Face.—The Hornet and theDame.—Jan Draws Pigs.—Jan and His Patrons.—Kitty Chuter.—TheFight.—Master Chuter's Prediction Chapter XVI - The Mop.—The Shop.—What the Cheap Jack's Wife Had to Tell.—WhatGeorge Withheld Chapter XVII - The Miller's Man at the Mop.—A Lively Companion.—Sal Loses HerPurse.—The Recruiting Sergeant.—The Pocket-Book Twice Stolen.—George in the King's Arms.—George in the King's Service.—TheLetter Changes Hands, but Keeps its Secret Chapter XVIII - Midsummer Holidays.—Child Fancies.—Jan and the Pig-Minder.—MasterSalter at Home.—Jan Hires Himself Out Chapter XIX - The Blue Coat.—Pig-Minding and Tree-Studying.—Leaf-Paintings.—AStranger.—Master Swift is Disappointed Chapter XX - Squire Ammaby and His Daughter.—The Cheap Jack Does Business OnceMore.—The White Horse Changes Masters Chapter XXI - Master Swift at Home.—Rufus.—The Ex-Pig-Minder.—Jan and theSchoolmaster Chapter XXII - The Parish Church.—Rembrandt.—The Snow Scene.—Master Swift'sAutobiography Chapter XXIII - The White Horse in Clover.—Amabel and Her Guardians.—Amabel in theWood.—Bogy Chapter XXIV - The Paint-Box.—Master Linseed's Shop.—The New Sign-Board.—MasterSwift as Will Scarlet Chapter XXV - Sanitary Inspectors.—The Pestilence.—The Parson.—The Doctor.—TheSquire and the Schoolmaster.—Desolation at the Windmill.—TheSecond Advent Chapter XXVI - The Beasts of the Village.—Abel Sickens.—The Good Shepherd.—RufusPlays the Philanthropist.—Master Swift Sees the Sun Rise.—TheDeath of the Righteous Chapter XXVII - Jan Has the Fever.—Convalescence in Master Swift's Cottage.—TheSquire on Demoralization Chapter XXVIII - Mr. Ford's Client.—The History of Jan's Father—Amabel and Bogy theSecond Chapter XXIX - Jan Fulfils Abel's Charge.—Son of the Mill.—The Large-MouthedWoman Chapter XXX - Jan's Prospects and Master Swift's Plans.—Tea and Milton.—NewParents.—Parting with Rufus.—Jan is Kidnapped Chapter XXXI - Screeving.—An Old Song.—Mr. Ford's Client.—The Penny Gaff.—JanRuns Away Chapter XXXII - The Baker.—On and on.—The Church Bell.—A Digression.—A FamiliarHymn.—The Boys' Home Chapter XXXIII - The Business Man and the Painter.—Pictures and Pot Boilers.—Cimabue and Giotto.—The Salmon-Colored Omnibus Chapter XXXIV - A Choice of Vocations.—Recreation Hour.—The Bow Legged Boy.—Drawing by Heart.—Giotto Chapter XXXV - "Without Character?"—The Widow.—The Bow-Legged Boy Takes Service.--Studios and Painters Chapter XXXVI - The Miller's Letter.—A New Pot Boiler Sold Chapter XXXVII - Sunshine After Storm Chapter XXXVIII - A Painter's Education.—Master Chuter's Port.—A Farewell Feast.—The Sleep of the Just Chapter XXXIX - George Again.—The Painter's Advice.—"Home Brewed" at the Heart ofOak.—Jan Changes the Painter's Mind Chapter XL - D'Arcy Sees Bogy.—The Academy.—The Painter's Picture Chapter XLI - The Detective.—The "Jook."—Jan Stands by His Mother's Grave.—HisAfter History Chapter XLII - Conclusion Endnotes
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DEDICATED TO MY DEAR SISTER MARGARET.
Chapter I - The Windmiller's Wife.—Strangers.—Ten Shillings aWeek.—The Little Jan
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Storm without and within?
So the windmiller might have said, if he had been in the habit ofputting his thoughts into an epigrammatic form, as a groan from hiswife and a growl of thunder broke simultaneously upon his ear,whilst the rain fell scarcely faster than her tears.
It was far from mending matters that both storms were equallyunexpected. For eight full years the miller's wife had been themeekest of women. If there was a firm (and yet, as he flatteredhimself, a just) husband in all the dreary straggling district, themiller was that man. And he always did justice to his wife's goodqualities,—at least to her good quality of submission,—and would,till lately, have upheld her before any one as a model of domesticobedience. From the day when he brought home his bride, tall,pretty, and perpetually smiling, to the tall old mill and the uglyold mother who never smiled at all, there had been but one will inthe household. At any rate, after the old woman's death. Forduring her life-time her stern son paid her such deference that itwas a moot point, perhaps, which of them really ruled. Betweenthem, however, the young wife was moulded to a nicety, and her voicegained no more weight in the counsels of the windmill when the harshtones of the mother-in-law were silenced for ever.
The miller was one of those good souls who live by the light of afew small shrewdities (often proverbial), and pique themselves onsticking to them to such a point, as if it were the greater virtueto abide by a narrow rule the less it applied. The kernel of hisdomestic theory was, "Never yield, and you never will have to," andto this he was proud of having stuck against all temptations from areal, though hard, affection for his own; and now, after working sosmoothly for eight years, had it come to this?
The miller scratched his bead, and looked at his wife, almost withamazement. She moaned, though he bade her be silent; she wept, inspite of words which had hitherto been an effectual styptic to hertears; and she met the commonplaces of his common sense with suchwild, miserable laughter, that he shuddered as he heard her.
Weakness in human beings is like the strength of beasts, a power ofwhich fortunately they are not always conscious. Unless positivelybrutal, you cannot well beat a sickly woman for wailing and weeping;and if she will not cease for any lesser consideration, there seemsnothing for an unbending husband to do but to leave her to herself.
This the miller had to do, anyhow. For he could only spare amoment's attention to her now and then, since the mill required allhis care.
In a coat and hat of painted canvas, he had been in and out eversince the storm began; now directing the two men who were workingwithin, now struggling along the stage that ran outside thewindmill, at no small risk of being fairly blown away.
He had reefed the sails twice already in the teeth of the blindingrain. But he did well to be careful. For it was in such a storm asthis, five years ago "come Michaelmas," that the worst of windmillcalamities had befallen him,—the sails had been torn off his milland dashed into a hundred fragments upon the ground. And such amishap to a seventy feet tower mill means—as windmillers well know—not only a stoppage of trade, but an expense of two hundred poundsfor the new sails.
Many a sack of grist, which should have come to him had gone down tothe watermill in the valley before the new sails were at work; andthe huge debt incurred to pay for them was not fairly wiped out yet.That catastrophe had kept the windmiller a poor man for five years,and it gave him a nervous dread of storms.
And talking of storms, here was another unreasonable thing. Themorning sky had been (like the miller's wedded life) without acloud. The day had been sultry, for the time of year unseasonablyso. And, just when the miller most grudged an idle day, when timeswere hard, when he was in debt,—for some small matters, as well asthe sail business,—and when, for the first time in his life, hefelt almost afraid of his own hearthstone, and would fain have beenbusy at his trade, not a breath of wind had there been to turn thesails of the mill. Not a waft to cool his perplexed forehead, notbreeze enough to stir the short grass that glared for miles overcountry flat enough to mock him with the fullest possible view ofthe cloudless sky. Then towards evening, a few gray flecks hadstolen up from the horizon like thieves in the dusk, and a mightyhost of clouds had followed them; and when the wind did come, itcame in no moderate measure, but brought this awful storm upon itswings, whic