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March 14, 1863
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MOKE ANNA;
0r, &\je flHfjitc 0Ettness>.
LONDON: MARCH 14, 1863.
[THE CHATEAU BLANC, ROOTED TO THE SPOT, FOLLOWS THE MOKEANNA.]
MOKEANNA;
OR, THE WHITE WITNESS.
A TALE OF THE TIMES.
Dramatically divided into Parts, by the Author of
“Matringa,” “’Ollow ’Arts,” “ Geronimo the
Gipsy,” “ The Dark Girl,” “ Dustman of Destiny,”
<&c. &c.
PART VI.—A SCENE IN THE CIRCLE,
CHAP. I.
“ There are two Eiders.”
Euclid's Poems. “The Prop.”
“ Speed on, Mokeanna, unrivalled steed ! ” cried
The Hunchback.
The banks of the silvery Thames, near Llan-
gollen, came in view. As they saw the fathomless
river, behind them they heard the deep bay of a dog.
A sudden light broke in upon the Hunchback.
He nervously threw away the Bone.
‘‘ They shall not take us easily. C’Hup ! ” At
this well-known signal, Hokeamia dashed into the
stream.
“ Whither go you r ” inquired the Lady Bettina.
She was seated at the furthest distance from Moke-
anna’s flowing mane, tremulously grasping the
only support that Nature had provided.
The Hunchback grinned hideously as he
answered,
“ To the Ruined Castle beneath the Moat.”
CHAP. II.
“ Ha I the Pursuer.”
Yelverton’s “Theresa”
The Avengers, step by step, were gaining on the
fugitives.
“ Whom seek ye ? ” asked the wondering
villagers.
They had but one reply. “ The Stealer of
Mokeanna.”
‘‘ And he is— ”
“ The wearer of the Chapeau Blanc."
Hundreds left their work, their families, and
their homes, eager for vengeance.
“ I know you,” hissed Sir Lionel in the ear of
the farmer’s panting spouse, as they rushed at
lightning speed along the road.
“ Ah! ”
“ You are Mollina Bawno ! ”
“ Hush! ’twas a fatal mistake! ”
“ The Proofs— ”
“ Hidden in the Ruined Castle.”
So they sped onward, guided by the Hand of
Destiny.
At this moment a loud cry escaped the lips of
the Coast-guardsman.
PART VII.—THE REFRESHMENT ROOM.
CHAP. I.
“ Quid ! si sit nobis properare invitus asellus? ”
Abs Poetica.
At the foot of the cloud-capped mountain range
which crosses Essex from north to south, Mokeanna
fell, exhausted.
“ Get on, will you ? ” said the Hunchback, per-
suasively.
“ Alas! She is lame,” observed the Lady
Bettina, immediately adding in the charming
Gascon patois:
“ Regardez ses pauvres pieds.”
“ She needs sustenance,” said the ruffian,
“ would that I could procure a truss of hay. Let
us rest awhile.”
As they lay down to slumber the clock struck
twelve.
The Hunchback was aroused by the movement
of a foot against his own.
“No heel taps!” he murmured. He was ca-
rousing in his sleep.
Another knock. He arose and looked about him.
“Ha! Mokeanna!”
’Twas she, walking erect, fast, fast asleep.
Rooted to the spot with terror, he followed her
eautiously. Through fields, over mountain tops,
under dark cavernous rocks, to the Ruined Castle.
Mokeanna moved her glassy eyes slowly round
as though recognising the country. She opened
her mouth, wide, wider.
“ Bray! ”
They were on the banks of the Thames.
They entered the Dungeon Keep. A faint sweet
smell as of old dry hay pervaded the atmosphere.
A bundle lay in the remote comer.
“Ha!” exclaimed the Hunchback as he seized
it exultingly,
“ The Secret Truss !! ”
Just then a heavy hand was laid upon his arm.
CHAP. II.
“ Casta Diva fra poco,
Laei darem non piu mesta.
St. AUQUSTISES “ Opera.”
It was the Coast-guardsman.
In a moment the Hunehback was bound hand
and foot.
“ The papers, Mollina ! ” cried Sir Lionel.
“ In the Secret Truss,” she replied.
Hastily they examined it. Gyles Scroogynnes,
MOKE ANNA;
0r, &\je flHfjitc 0Ettness>.
LONDON: MARCH 14, 1863.
[THE CHATEAU BLANC, ROOTED TO THE SPOT, FOLLOWS THE MOKEANNA.]
MOKEANNA;
OR, THE WHITE WITNESS.
A TALE OF THE TIMES.
Dramatically divided into Parts, by the Author of
“Matringa,” “’Ollow ’Arts,” “ Geronimo the
Gipsy,” “ The Dark Girl,” “ Dustman of Destiny,”
<&c. &c.
PART VI.—A SCENE IN THE CIRCLE,
CHAP. I.
“ There are two Eiders.”
Euclid's Poems. “The Prop.”
“ Speed on, Mokeanna, unrivalled steed ! ” cried
The Hunchback.
The banks of the silvery Thames, near Llan-
gollen, came in view. As they saw the fathomless
river, behind them they heard the deep bay of a dog.
A sudden light broke in upon the Hunchback.
He nervously threw away the Bone.
‘‘ They shall not take us easily. C’Hup ! ” At
this well-known signal, Hokeamia dashed into the
stream.
“ Whither go you r ” inquired the Lady Bettina.
She was seated at the furthest distance from Moke-
anna’s flowing mane, tremulously grasping the
only support that Nature had provided.
The Hunchback grinned hideously as he
answered,
“ To the Ruined Castle beneath the Moat.”
CHAP. II.
“ Ha I the Pursuer.”
Yelverton’s “Theresa”
The Avengers, step by step, were gaining on the
fugitives.
“ Whom seek ye ? ” asked the wondering
villagers.
They had but one reply. “ The Stealer of
Mokeanna.”
‘‘ And he is— ”
“ The wearer of the Chapeau Blanc."
Hundreds left their work, their families, and
their homes, eager for vengeance.
“ I know you,” hissed Sir Lionel in the ear of
the farmer’s panting spouse, as they rushed at
lightning speed along the road.
“ Ah! ”
“ You are Mollina Bawno ! ”
“ Hush! ’twas a fatal mistake! ”
“ The Proofs— ”
“ Hidden in the Ruined Castle.”
So they sped onward, guided by the Hand of
Destiny.
At this moment a loud cry escaped the lips of
the Coast-guardsman.
PART VII.—THE REFRESHMENT ROOM.
CHAP. I.
“ Quid ! si sit nobis properare invitus asellus? ”
Abs Poetica.
At the foot of the cloud-capped mountain range
which crosses Essex from north to south, Mokeanna
fell, exhausted.
“ Get on, will you ? ” said the Hunchback, per-
suasively.
“ Alas! She is lame,” observed the Lady
Bettina, immediately adding in the charming
Gascon patois:
“ Regardez ses pauvres pieds.”
“ She needs sustenance,” said the ruffian,
“ would that I could procure a truss of hay. Let
us rest awhile.”
As they lay down to slumber the clock struck
twelve.
The Hunchback was aroused by the movement
of a foot against his own.
“No heel taps!” he murmured. He was ca-
rousing in his sleep.
Another knock. He arose and looked about him.
“Ha! Mokeanna!”
’Twas she, walking erect, fast, fast asleep.
Rooted to the spot with terror, he followed her
eautiously. Through fields, over mountain tops,
under dark cavernous rocks, to the Ruined Castle.
Mokeanna moved her glassy eyes slowly round
as though recognising the country. She opened
her mouth, wide, wider.
“ Bray! ”
They were on the banks of the Thames.
They entered the Dungeon Keep. A faint sweet
smell as of old dry hay pervaded the atmosphere.
A bundle lay in the remote comer.
“Ha!” exclaimed the Hunchback as he seized
it exultingly,
“ The Secret Truss !! ”
Just then a heavy hand was laid upon his arm.
CHAP. II.
“ Casta Diva fra poco,
Laei darem non piu mesta.
St. AUQUSTISES “ Opera.”
It was the Coast-guardsman.
In a moment the Hunehback was bound hand
and foot.
“ The papers, Mollina ! ” cried Sir Lionel.
“ In the Secret Truss,” she replied.
Hastily they examined it. Gyles Scroogynnes,