<h2 class="space"><SPAN name="oak" id="oak"></SPAN><b>The Royal Oak</b></h2><span class="totoc"><SPAN href="#toc">Contents</SPAN></span>
<p><span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>There is in Shropshire a fine oak-tree which the
country people there call the "Royal Oak". They
say it is the great-grandson, or perhaps the great-great-grandson
of another fine old oak, which more than two
hundred years ago stood on the same spot, and served once
as a shelter to an English king. This king was Charles II,
the son of the unlucky Charles I who had his head cut off
by his subjects because he was a weak and selfish ruler.</p>
<p>On the very day on which that unhappy king lost his
head, the Parliament passed a law forbidding anyone to make
his son, Prince Charles of Wales, or any other person, king
of England. But the Scottish people did not obey this law.
They persuaded the young prince to sign a paper, solemnly
promising to rule the country as they wished; then they
crowned him king. As soon as the Parliament heard of
this they sent Cromwell and his Ironsides against the newly-crowned
king and his followers, and after several battles
the Scottish army was at last broken up and scattered at
Worcester.</p>
<p>Charles fled and hid in a wood, where some poor
wood-cutters took care of him and helped him. He put on
some of their clothes, cut his hair short, and stained his face
and hands brown so that he might appear to be a sunburnt
workman like them. But it was some time before he
could escape from the wood, for Cromwell's soldiers were
searching it in the hope of finding some of the king's men.
One day, Charles and two of his friends had to climb into
the tall oak to avoid being caught. They had with them<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</SPAN></span>
some food, which proved very useful, for they were obliged to
stay in their strange hiding-place for a whole day. The top
of the oak-tree had been cut off some few years before this
time, and this had made the lower branches grow thick and
bushy, so that people walking below could not easily see
through them. It was a fortunate thing for Charles, for
while he was in the tree, he heard the soldiers beating the
boughs and bushes in the wood as they searched here and
there, and even caught glimpses of them through the leaves
as they rode about below.</p>
<p>When they had gone, without even glancing up into
the tall oak-tree, he came down, and rode away from the
wood on an old mill-horse, with his friends the wood-cutters
walking beside him to take care of him as best they could.
The saddle was a poor one, and the horse's pace jolted
Charles so much, that at last he cried out that he had never
seen so bad a steed. At this the owner of the horse jestingly
told him that he should not find fault with the poor animal,
which had never before carried the weight of three kingdoms
upon its back. He meant, of course, that Charles was king
of the three kingdoms of England, and Scotland, and Ireland.</p>
<p>Carried by the old horse, and helped by the poor wood-cutters,
Charles at last reached the house of a friend. Here
he hid for a time, and then went on to try and escape from
the country. This time, so that he might not be discovered,
he was dressed as a servant, and rode on horseback, with
a lady sitting on a cushion behind him, as was then the
fashion. After several more dangers he managed to get on
board a ship and sailed away to France.</p>
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<p class="caption">KING CHARLES IN THE OAK</p>
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