STORIES FROM ENGLISH HISTORF. 
rolled, and the rain came pelting down. "Then the 
sky grew clear again, and the sun shone out bright 
and warm, for it was a summer’s afternoon. 
6. As soon as the storm was over, the French 
archers, who were in front of the army, came on, 
leaping and shouting, and let fly their arrows at the 
English, But the rain had wet their bow-strings, 
and their arrows all fell short. 
7. Then the English archers, who had kept their 
bows dry, in cases, drew their bow-strings to their 
ears, and took good aim, The arrows fell thick and 
fast, as you have seen the snow-flakes fall on a 
winter’s day, and pierced the faces and hands and 
bodies of the Frenchmen through and through. No 
men could have stood up against a fire so true and 
fierce, and the French bow-men soon turned ou 
their heels, and ran away. 
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8. But the French horse-men came bravely on. 
They spurred their horses into the very midst of the 
English, and kept up a fierce fight till dusk. "The 
Black Prince, who led the English Knights, drove 
them back, again and again, but as fast as they 
were beaten back, more came on, and it was hard 
work for the prince to hold his ground, 
9. A Knight, who saw what danger he was in, 
rode off to the king, who was watching the battle 
from a wind-mill, and asked him to send help to the 
prince. “Is my son killed cr hurt ?” said the king. 
“Nc sire,” said the knight. “Then tell him,” said