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P G Wodehouse
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       Part One Chapter 3 - ENGLAND'S PERIL
       When the papers arrived next morning, it was seen that the situation
       was even worse than had at first been suspected. Not only had the
       Germans effected a landing in Essex, but, in addition, no fewer than
       eight other hostile armies had, by some remarkable coincidence, hit on
       that identical moment for launching their long-prepared blow.
       England was not merely beneath the heel of the invader. It was beneath
       the heels of nine invaders.
       There was barely standing-room.
       Full details were given in the Press. It seemed that while Germany was
       landing in Essex, a strong force of Russians, under the Grand Duke
       Vodkakoff, had occupied Yarmouth. Simultaneously the Mad Mullah had
       captured Portsmouth; while the Swiss navy had bombarded Lyme Regis, and
       landed troops immediately to westward of the bathing-machines. At
       precisely the same moment China, at last awakened, had swooped down
       upon that picturesque little Welsh watering-place, Lllgxtplll, and,
       despite desperate resistance on the part of an excursion of Evanses and
       Joneses from Cardiff, had obtained a secure foothold. While these
       things were happening in Wales, the army of Monaco had descended on
       Auchtermuchty, on the Firth of Clyde. Within two minutes of this
       disaster, by Greenwich time, a boisterous band of Young Turks had
       seized Scarborough. And, at Brighton and Margate respectively, small
       but determined armies, the one of Moroccan brigands, under Raisuli, the
       other of dark-skinned warriors from the distant isle of Bollygolla, had
       made good their footing.
       This was a very serious state of things.
       Correspondents of the _Daily Mail_ at the various points of attack
       had wired such particulars as they were able. The preliminary parley at
       Lllgxtplll between Prince Ping Pong Pang, the Chinese general, and
       Llewellyn Evans, the leader of the Cardiff excursionists, seems to have
       been impressive to a degree. The former had spoken throughout in pure
       Chinese, the latter replying in rich Welsh, and the general effect,
       wired the correspondent, was almost painfully exhilarating.
       So sudden had been the attacks that in very few instances was there any
       real resistance. The nearest approach to it appears to have been seen
       at Margate.
       At the time of the arrival of the black warriors which, like the other
       onslaughts, took place between one and two o'clock on the afternoon of
       August Bank Holiday, the sands were covered with happy revellers. When
       the war canoes approached the beach, the excursionists seem to have
       mistaken their occupants at first for a troupe of nigger minstrels on
       an unusually magnificent scale; and it was freely noised abroad in the
       crowd that they were being presented by Charles Frohmann, who was
       endeavouring to revive the ancient glories of the Christy Minstrels.
       Too soon, however, it was perceived that these were no harmless Moore
       and Burgesses. Suspicion was aroused by the absence of banjoes and
       tambourines; and when the foremost of the negroes dexterously scalped a
       small boy, suspicion became certainty.
       In this crisis the trippers of Margate behaved well. The Mounted
       Infantry, on donkeys, headed by Uncle Bones, did much execution. The
       Ladies' Tormentor Brigade harassed the enemy's flank, and a
       hastily-formed band of sharp-shooters, armed with three-shies-a-penny
       balls and milky cocos, undoubtedly troubled the advance guard
       considerably. But superior force told. After half an hour's fighting
       the excursionists fled, leaving the beach to the foe.
       At Auchtermuchty and Portsmouth no obstacle, apparently, was offered to
       the invaders. At Brighton the enemy were permitted to land unharmed.
       Scarborough, taken utterly aback by the boyish vigour of the Young
       Turks, was an easy prey; and at Yarmouth, though the Grand Duke
       received a nasty slap in the face from a dexterously-thrown bloater,
       the resistance appears to have been equally futile.
       By tea-time on August the First, nine strongly-equipped forces were
       firmly established on British soil.
       Content of Part One Chapter 3 - ENGLAND'S PERIL [P G Wodehouse's novel: The Swoop! or How Clarence Saved England]
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