Preface
_ When I started to set down these early adventures of Harry Revel, I meant to dedicate them to my friend Mr. W. F. Collier of Woodtown, Horrabridge: but he died while the story was writing, and now cannot twit me with the pranks I have played among his stories of bygone Plymouth, nor send me his forgiveness--as he would have done. Peace be to him for a lover of Dartmoor and true gentleman of Devon!
So now I have only to beg, by way of preface, that no one will bother himself by inquiring too curiously into the geography, topography, etc. of this tale, or of any that I have written or may write. If these tales have any sense of locality, they certainly will not square with the ordnance maps； and even the magnetic pole works loose and goes astray at times--a phenomenon often observed by sailors off the sea-coast of Bohemia.
It may be permissible to add that the story which follows by no means exhausts the adventures, civil and military, of Harry Revel. But the recita

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