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Robin Hood - J. Walker McSpadden
ROBIN HOOD
By J. WALKER McSPADDEN
Illustrated by ALLAN STEWART
Robin Hood
By J. Walker McSpadden
Illustrated by Allan Stewart
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CONTENTS
Introduction
Chapter I.
Chapter II.
Chapter III.
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter XI
Chapter XII
Chapter XIII
Chapter XIV
Chapter XV
Chapter XVI
Chapter XVII
Chapter XVIII
Chapter XIX
Chapter XX
Chapter XXI
Chapter XXII
Chapter XXIII
Chapter XXIV
Introduction
Songs and legends of Robin Hood and his merry outlaws have charmed readers young and old for more than five hundred years. They are among the earliest heirlooms of the Anglo-Saxon tongue, dating back to the time when Chaucer wrote his Canterbury Tales,
and the minstrel and scribe stood in the place of the more prim and precise modern printing block. The present stories, then, are but the retelling of old tales whose charm and interest, nevertheless, make them ever new. The old tales were in rhyme and ancient spelling; they were hid in out-of-the-way places; and they were more or less disconnected and obscure to our modem thinking. For this reason the adventures are now put into a continuous prose narrative, in the hope that they will make some readers acquainted with one of the most attractive heroes in all story-land.
Was Robin Hood a real person?
will doubtless be the first question. It has been asked for many, many years, just as a similar question it being asked about the great Swiss hero, William Tell, and many others whom we would much rather accept on faith. But this is an age of skepticism and doubt, so one might as well face the inquiry first as last.
The question of Robin Hood’s flesh and blood cannot be answered by a brief yes
or no,
although learned men have pored over ancient records and have written books on the subject—some saying that he actually did live in the greenwood and fight with bow and staff and sword; others claiming that his deeds were but legendary stories relating to a group of men rather than a single, historical person; and still others saying that he is but the embodiment of May-time revels.
However that may be, Robin Hood has been the one great popular hero in England for centuries, and the accounts of his life are much more dear and distinct than those of many early kings and lords. His adventures are minutely related in numerous ballads, and his name is cherished as one of the first among those who stood out for liberty and equal rights to high and low. If ever a man has been loved by his country, it is Robin Hood. It is he,
says an old historian, whom the common people delight to celebrate in games and comedies, and whose history, sung by fiddlers interests them more than any other.
In the sixteenth century an annual holiday was still set apart for him, and observed by all the people in the countryside. Bishop Latimer once visited a certain town and announced that he would preach there the next day. But on the morrow when he went to the church he found the doors locked and no congregation in sight. After waiting more than an hour for a key, a man came up and said: Sir, this is a busy day with us; we cannot hear you: it is Robin Hood’s day. The parish are gone abroad to gather for Robin Hood.
The Bishop himself tells us of this incident and adds with hurt dignity: I was fain there to give place to Robin Hood.
So he took off his robe and went his way, leaving his place to archers dressed in Lincoln green, who played on rude stages the parts of Robin Hood, Little John, Friar Tuck, and even Maid Marian.
There is more than one reason why Robin has been a national hero. He was not simply a robber and brawler. We must not emphasize these traits, in the turbulence and lawlessness of early days when king warred against noble and noble against bishop and all three oppressed the common people whom the law gave no redress. An outlaw, in those times, when deprived of protection owed no man allegiance. His head was forfeit, if he were ever captured; so his hand was against every man’s, and every man’s against his. And how easy it was to become an outlaw! The shooting of a king’s deer, or the incurring of some lord’s displeasure, was enough to put a man’s life in jeopardy.
This was the day not only of oppression by church and state, but also of the struggle between the Saxon landholders and their Norman conquerors. Robin Hood was, first of all, a Saxon who stood out for the rights of the people, waging war against knights, sheriffs, abbots, and money-lenders, whose sway was so heavy. But he was fair in war, a protector of women and children; courteous, moreover, to noble and peasant alike; kind to the poor and oppressed, with whom he shared the goods obtained from too-heavily-laden knight or bishop; generous, as well, giving to a bankrupt crusader horse, clothing and money to recover his estate; a respecter of honest laboring men and trades-folk whom his men were forbidden to molest; brave to rashness, proud and adventurous—ready to get blows as quickly as take them, and to defy the sheriff within his walled town; skilled and adroit and resourceful; finally, a man of frank, open countenance singing among the lights and shadows of the good greenwood, and jesting in the face of death itself. This is the picture which all the singers and story-tellers give of him. Is there any wonder that the common people loved him?
This love extended from him to all the members of his hardy band. God save Robin Hood, and all his good yeomanry,
is the way many of the ballads end. The clever archer who could outshoot his fellows, the brave yeoman inured to blows, and the man who could be true to his friends through thick and thin were favorites for all time; and they have been idealized in the persons of Robin Hood and his merry outlaws. Stories of their deeds are the epics of the common people, just as the earlier stories of King Arthur and his knights are the epics of the courtly class. The striking contrast of these two classes is shown in the forest scene where King Richard meets the yeomen on equal terms. This and other parallel portraits of Richard and Robin Hood (or Lockesley) have been drawn in enduring fashion by Sir Walter Scott in Ivanhoe.
If Robin Hood really lived, it was probably sometime during the twelfth and thirteenth centuries. Joseph Ritson, who is accounted the first modern authority on this subject, found warrant for the supposition that he was born at Lockesley, County of Nottingham, about the year 1160—during the reign of Henry II. His true name was Robert Fitzooth, and he came of good family. By some writers he was reputed to be the rightful Earl of Huntingdon. He was a wild, adventurous youth whose debts or other follies drove him to the forests of Barnesdale, in Yorkshire, and Sherwood, in Nottinghamshire. Being declared an outlaw he had no recourse but to remain in hiding until a new King should come to the throne, or other public event work in his favor. Meanwhile he mustered a picked band of outlaws who became noted for their prowess and daring. They successfully defied the laws for many years, making other rough and ready laws of their own.
King Henry died in 1189 and his son Richard of the Lion Heart was hailed as King. But the government was then in a poor state owing to Richard’s absence upon a crusade, and his brother John’s weak regency. A history of the period by Mair has this passage: About this time, as I conjecture, the notorious robbers Robert Hood of England and Little John lurked in the woods, spoiling the goods only of rich men. They slew nobody but those who attacked them, or offered resistance in defense of their property. Robert maintained by his plunder a hundred archers, so skilful in fight that four hundred brave men feared to attack them. He suffered no woman to be maltreated, and never robbed the poor, but assisted them abundantly with the wealth which he took from abbots.
When Richard returned to England it is said that he forgave Robin Hood and attached his yeomen to the Royal Guard. But on Richard’s death, his successor John drove Robin again into outlawry which continued until Robin’s death. The ruins of a castle are still shown where the outlaw defied the King’s men; but there are also many hills, woods, rocks and caverns which are spoken of as Robin Hood’s.
The date of his death has been set down, doubtfully, as December 24, 1247, but this would make him a very old man—too old to do the deeds of strength ascribed up to the day of his death. One of the earliest printed ballads gives Robin a later period and asserts that it was not King Richard but King Edward (one of the first three) who pardoned him in Sherwood Forest
Maid Marian also has been variously identified as a figure of history. She is said to have been a Mistress Fitzwalter, daughter of an earl, and a tomb is still pointed out as hers.
The earliest accounts of Robin Hood are found in ballads and songs which go back to the thirteenth century. As this was before printing was known, they came down from generation to generation by word of mouth. Ballads of this nature were very popular at festivals and public gatherings. They were usually improvised by some chief singer who found his theme in a well- known event, and all his listeners joined in the chorus, keeping time to the rhythm of the lines by patting their feet or dancing upon the village green. The popularity of the Robin Hood songs, and belief in this hero, are shown by the numerous examples which have come down to our own day while songs on many other subjects were forgotten.
The first historical allusion to Robin Hood is found in a book called Piers Ploughman
(written about 1362), where his rhymes are mentioned as being well known. The next notice is in Wyntown’s Scottish Chronicle
(about 1420), where both Robin Hood and Little John are ascribed to the year 1283. In Fordun and Bower’s Scotichronicon,
a fifteenth century work, the two outlaws are said to have lived in 1266. Mair, the Scottish writer of the first quarter of the sixteenth century—who is quoted above—is the next to mention Robin Hood, giving him, in the History of Great Britain,
a period during the life of Richard I, which is now generally accepted.
Caxton introduced the art of printing into England in 1477, and one of the earliest books published thereafter was a collection of Robin Hood ballads (between 1489 and 1510) entitled Here beginneth a little geste of Robin Hood and his meiny: and of the proud sheriff of Nottingham.
The book was printed by Wynken de Worde. Toward the end of the sixteenth century, Anthony Munday wrote his successful play of The Downfall of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon.
This play and the doubtful epitaph quoted in the last story are the chief grounds for supposing that Robin Hood was ever anything more than a simple yeoman.
In 1832, the industrious scholar Joseph Ritson made the first anthology of this material, in a book entitled: Robin Hood: a Collection of Poems, Songs, and Ballads,
which was prefaced by a Life. Ritson’s book has been largely followed by succeeding writers. In 1853, appeared a collection of the ballads with A Historical Sketch of Robin Hood
by William W. Campbell. A later library of English and Scottish Ballads,
edited by Francis James Child, presents a full collection of Robin Hood songs in connection with other subjects. Edward Arber’s English Garner
gives the Little Geste,
as also does John M. Gutch’s edition of these and other ballads.
In the present prose stories, the old ballads have been followed for their spirit and main situations. The idea has been to weave them together to form one continuous narrative, making a complete, consistent picture of the great outlaw’s life in the forest. Every story is begun by verses from the ballad upon which it is based, and frequently throughout the pages the exact language is used. Incidents are told more fully than could be done in the rhymed original, but always in line with what is naturally suggested between the verses. And if any of the appeal and charm of those original verses—their bubbling humor, simple gaiety, dash, swing, and the fragrance of growing things upon a fresh May morning—have passed into these lines of prose, the writer will feel more than repaid for a labor which throughout was one of fascination and deep interest.
J. W. M.
New York City,
July, 1904.
Chapter I.
HOW ROBIN HOOD BECAME AN OUTLAW
List and hearken, gentlemen,
That be of free-born blood,
I shall you tell of a good yeoman,
His name was Robin Hood.
Robin was a proud outlaw,
While as he walked on the ground.
So courteous an outlaw as he was one
Was never none else found.
In the days of good King Harry the Second of England—he of the warring sons—there were certain forests in the north country set aside for the King’s hunting, and no man might shoot deer therein under penalty of death. These forests were guarded by the King’s Foresters, the chief of whom, in each wood, was no mean man but equal in authority to the Sheriff in his walled town, or even to my lord Bishop in his abbey.
One of the greatest of royal preserves was Sherwood and Barnesdale forests near the two towns of Nottingham and Barnesdale. Here for some years dwelt one Hugh Fitzooth as Head Forester, with his good wife and son Robert. The boy had been born in Lockesley town—in the year 1160, stern records say—and was often called Lockesley, or Rob of Lockesley. He was a comely, well-knit stripling, and as soon as he was strong enough to walk his chief delight was to go with his father into the forest. As soon as his right arm received thew and sinew he learned to draw the long bow and speed a true arrow. While on winter evenings his greatest joy was to hear his father tell of bold Will o’ the Green, the outlaw, who for many summers defied the King’s Foresters and feasted with his men upon King’s deer. And on other stormy days the boy learned to whittle out a straight shaft for the long bow, and tip it with gray goose feathers.
The fond mother sighed when she saw the boy’s face light up at these woodland tales. She was of gentle birth, and had hoped to see her son famous at court or abbey. She taught him to read and to write, to doff his cap without awkwardness and to answer directly and truthfully both lord and peasant. But the boy, although he took kindly to these lessons of breeding, was yet happiest when he had his beloved bow in hand and strolled at will, listening to the murmur of the trees.
Two playmates had Rob in these gladsome early days. One was Will Gamewell, his father’s brother’s son, who lived at Gamewell Lodge, hard by Nottingham town. The other was Marian Fitzwalter, only child of the Earl of Huntingdon. The castle of Huntingdon could be seen from the top of one of the tall trees in Sherwood; and on more than one bright day Rob’s white signal from this tree told Marian that he awaited her there: for you must know that Rob did not visit her at the castle. His father and her father were enemies. Some people whispered that Hugh Fitzooth was the rightful Earl of Huntingdon, but that he had been defrauded out of his lands by Fitzwalter, who had won the King’s favor by a crusade to the Holy Land. But little cared Rob or Marian for this enmity, however it had arisen. They knew that the great green—wood was open to them, and that the wide, wide world was full of the scent of flowers and the song of birds.
Days of youth speed all too swiftly, and troubled skies come all too soon. Rob’s father had two other enemies besides Fitzwalter, in the persons of the lean Sheriff of Nottingham and the fat Bishop of Hereford. These three enemies one day got possession of the King’s ear and whispered therein to such good—or evil—purpose that Hugh Fitzooth was removed from his post of King’s Forester. He and his wife and Rob, then a youth of nineteen, were descended upon, during a cold winter’s evening, and dispossessed without warning. The Sheriff arrested the Forester for treason—of which, poor man, he was as guiltless as you or I—and carried him to Nottingham jail. Rob and his mother were sheltered over night in the jail, also, but next morning were roughly bade to go about their business. Thereupon they turned for succor to their only kinsman, Squire George of Gamewell, who sheltered them in all kindness.
But the shock, and the winter night’s journey, proved too much for Dame Fitzooth. She had not been strong for some time before leaving the forest. In less than two months she was no more. Rob felt as though his heart was broken at this loss. But scarcely had the first spring flowers begun to blossom upon her grave, when he met another crushing blow in the loss of his father. That stern man had died in prison before his accusers could agree upon the charges by which he was to be brought to trial.
Two years passed by. Rob’s cousin Will was away at school; and Marian’s father, who had learned of her friendship with Rob, had sent his daughter to the court of Queen Eleanor. So these years were lonely ones to the orphaned lad. The bluff old Squire was kind to him, but secretly could make nothing of one who went about brooding and as though seeking for something he had lost. The truth is that Rob missed his old life in the forest no less than his mother’s gentleness, and his father’s companionship. Every time he twanged the string of the long bow against