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Title: An empire story; stories of India and the greater colonies told to children
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Marshall, H. E. (Henrietta Elizabeth), 1867-1941
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Publisher: New York, F.A. Stokes Co
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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HEIR WAR-CRY, THE BRITISH CHARGED THE BREACH 220 WHERE NOW THE GREAT CITY OF CAPE TOWN STANDS, THEY SET UP THEIR TENTS AND HUTS . . .250 THE BULLOCK-WAGONS WOUND SLOWLY OVER THE BILLOWY PLAINS 286 xiv OUR EMPIRE STORY AT PAGE * BESIDE THEM STOOD THE WOMEN QUIETLY LOADING GUNS ........ 292 THUS DID A HUNDRED MEN KEEP THREE THOUSAND SAVAGES AT BAY 326 SIR THOMAS STOOD BEFORE THE MOGUL . . .370 CLIVE FIRED ONE OF THE GUNS HIMSELF . . . 390 TIPPOO SULTANS BODY WAS FOUND BURIED BENEATH THOSE OF HIS FOLLOWERS 422 CRUSHED BY ROLLING STONES, MOWN DOWN BY VOLLEYS OF MUSKET-SHOT, THE MEN FELL IN HUNDREDS . 458 THE BOATS STUCK IN THE MUD AND WERE AN EASY MARK .472 BRITISH SOLDIERS WERE SEEN FIGHTING THEIR WAY THROUGH THE STREETS 476 LIST OF MAPS CANADA ...... THE SETTLEMENTS OF NORTH AMERICA AUSTRALIA NEW ZEALAND . . SOUTH AFRICA INDIA ...... 98124182244346 CANADA Note.—Except the verses from Greys Elegy at the end of Chapter xvii.?X\ the poetry in this part of the book is by Canadian authors,
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OUR EMPIRE STORY CHAPTER I HOW LIEF THE SON OF ERIC THE RED SAILED INTO THE WEST Many hundred years ago, Lief, the son of Eric the Red,stood upon the shores of Norway. His hair was fair and long, and his eyes as blue as the sea upon which he looked. And as he watched the sea-horses tossing their foam-manes, his heart longed to be out upon the wild waves. For Bjarne the Traveller had come home. He had come from sailing far seas, and had brought back with him news of a strange, new land which lay far over the waves towards the setting of the sun. It was a land, he said, full of leafy woods and great tall trees such as had never been seen in Norway. Above a shore of white sand waved golden fields of corn. Beneath the summer breeze vast seas of shimmering grass bowed themselves,and all the air was scented with spice, and joyous with the song of birds. * I will find this land, cried Lief Ericson, I will find this land and call it mine. All day long he paced the shore, thinking and longing, and when the

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