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England: When London Burned
June 08, 2011

When London Burned by G. A. Henty

Hoping to be rewarded for his royalist service by Charles II in England's "Restoration," Cyril Shenstone's father moves to London, along with his son. Things don't go as planned, however, and young Cyril soon finds himself orphaned and penniless. Determined to support himself, he becomes a roving clerk and scrivener, finally settling down with a steady London family. The boy's steady life is soon shaken by the Plague and the Great Fire of London, which sucks Cyril and his friends into the swirling chaos of 1666, and forces him to fight robbers, villains, and death itself.

Some favorite aspects of When London Burned:

Cyril's diligence is particularly appealing, as well as his relations with the London family with whom he resides.

The way in which Cyril fights the plague is truly fascinating, and shows resourcefulness and innovation.

There are several very memorable scenes which Henty executed admirably. I still have a vivid picture in my mind of the billowing smoke and flashing flames that tore through London, consuming everything in its path.

Fighting the Flames by R. M. Ballantyne

It seems fitting, after reviewing Henty's When London Burned, to also mention R. M. Ballantyne's Fighting the Flames. This is one of Ballantyne's better novels, and was excellently described in Matthew Wells' review, posted on our article page. Click here to read.

Tueri a vulnere,

John

Posted by John Horn at 02:25 PM |

Upcoming Trip
May 25, 2011

In a few days I'll be travelling to Europe along with Vision Forum's 2011 European Faith and Freedom Tour. While there we'll be learning about the history of Christianity and Western civilization, honoring the veterans of D-Day on the beaches of Normandy, visiting battlefields, and many more exciting things. Lord willing, we'll also have the opportunity to visit R. M. Ballantyne's grave in the Protestant Cemetery of Rome. (To learn more about his death and the Protestant Cemetery, read this post.)

While travelling in Europe I hope to post at least one review per country of books either by Ballantyne or Henty that took place in the country I'm visiting. This depends on consistent internet access, but I'll do my best.

I hope to write next from Rome, Italy!

Tueri a vulnere,

John

Posted by John Horn at 11:24 AM |

Napoleon Stumbles upon a Rock, by Lucas Botkin
December 01, 2010

Just recently one of BTB's corespondents, Lucas Botkin, wrote an article on the discovery of the Rosetta Stone for Navigating History, an online video series designed to teach history, geography, and current affairs to a young Christian audience. This first season of Navigating History has sent a fantastic team of guys into the heart of Egypt to deal with it's rich history and pivotal position in Middle Eastern politics ancient and modern. If you haven't heard about it I highly recommend you take a moment to check their website out. You can follow the NH team on Twitter and Facebook. Navigating History has kindly allowed us to reprint Lucas's article.

~Joshua Titus

Napoleon Stumbles upon a Rock: How a Short Emperor's Blunder Helped Us Decipher the Hieroglyphics

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Napoleon
Napoleon Bonaparte was a short, young, reckless, proud, and French general. He conquered the Italians and the Austrians, but that wasn't enough for him... he wanted to conquer the Egyptians. In 1798, after dodging Admiral Horatio Nelson's British warships stationed in the Mediterranean, he landed his army at the mouth of the Nile.

Napoleon set about marching his sweating army up the Nile towards Cairo, but before reaching their destination, they met a considerable force of Egyptian cavalry and camelry. Obviously, the locals weren't too happy with a foreign army messing up their landscape with millions of footprints. What occurred next must have been a most spectacular sight: French soldiers in their red and blue uniforms battling Egyptians mounted on horses and camels... at the foot of pyramids!

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"The Battle of the Pyramids"
Napoleon was the victor and marched the streets of Cairo. But what happened next was quite unfortunate. Horatio Nelson, who didn't like the fact that Napoleon's fleet had slipped by him, sailed up the Nile and burned all of Napoleon's ships. Thus, Napoleon was stranded. Not one to sit and rot in Cairo the rest of his life, he decided to make the best use of his time by marching towards Constantinople with the intent of crushing the Ottoman Turks (who had just declared war on France) and anyone else foolish enough to get in his way.

Their march across the desert was a failure. The wool uniforms issued to his soldiers turned out to be impractical for desert conditions so 5,000 soldiers died along the march. But upon his return to Cairo, Napoleon -- always the optimist -- reported to his superiors in France that his Egyptian campaign was a rousing success and arranged a way to get himself back home (since he was getting bored with sand and ancient architecture).

At the beginning of his Egyptian campaign, Napoleon had instructed his soldiers to report any unusual archeological finds And just as he was on the brink of his return to France, word of a very interesting discovery by an officer in his engineer corps was brought to him.

It was a large slab of basalt almost a foot thick, about four feet high and two and a half feet across, which was decked out with inscriptions in hieroglyphics, something that appeared to be gibberish, and some Greek. Part of the top right corner was broken off (or missing - if you have an adventurous mind.)

This rock slab contained the key to understanding the Egyptians' mysterious system of writing in pictures, which archeologists had been trying to decipher for years.

Because the rock slab was excavated near the town of Rosetta, we know it today as the Rosetta stone, even though the name it was given by its French discoverers was something much longer, and in French.

The stone remained in Egypt after Napoleon's return to France in August 1799, but various technical experts devised ways to copy the inscriptions on the stone so replicas could be transported to Paris, for analysis by scholars.

The French troops left behind by Napoleon were in a sticky situation. Not only were they stuck in a hot foreign land, they had to fend off attacks from the British and the Ottomans. Probably to their relief, after 18 months of this, they were overcome by the British in March, 1801. To make a long story short, or shorter, the British transported the Rosetta Stone back to England where it remains to this day.

There are inscriptions in three different languages on the Rosetta Stone: Egyptian hieroglyphics, something like cursive Coptic, called Demotic text, and Greek. Thank goodness for the Greek -- this was the language that would enable the French philologist, Jean-Francois Champollion, to solve the riddle of hieroglyphics which had mystified archeologists and scholars for hundreds of years. The Greek text served Champollion as a guide which he compared to the hieroglyphics. Finally, he figured it out, published a pamphlet on the results of his work and that's how we are able to understand hieroglyphics.

Today, the Rosetta stone can be found in the British Museum sitting alongside lots of other artifacts from Egypt. If it wasn't for Napoleon's expedition to Egypt, and his engineer's discovery of the Rosetta stone, we may not have the understanding of the Egyptians that we have today.

So, after all that effort, what do the mysterious inscriptions on the stone actually say?

The Rosetta Stone text was a declaration by Egyptian priests to commemorate the crowning of Ptolemy V Epiphanes, the king of Egypt.

For more articles and information on Egypt, ancient and modern, check out NavigatingHistory.com and be sure to sign up!

Posted by Joshua Phillips at 08:00 AM |

Back in Action!
March 30, 2009

Back in action: After almost a month of travel and adventure in high velocity mode I'm back to post some more thoughts on the Ballantyne blog! More updates on that to follow soon...

Over the last couple weeks I have received lots of emails filled with thoughts, questions, and comments. I am going to try and post a couple of these today as I begin to catch up with BTB corespondenc. -Joshua Titus

Posted by Joshua Phillips at 06:04 PM |

Reporting in on Our Mission to Houston and Galveston Island
September 19, 2008

This last Wednesday, Peter Bradrick, my brother Justice, and I were commissioned by my dad to take some supplies to Houston for the families struggling after Hurricane Ike.


After our 6:30 am fencing class, we loaded a trailer with twenty eight 75 and 100 qt iceboxes, planning to pick up ice, generators, and gasoline closer to Houston. There were very few gas cans in San Antonio, so Peter had Justice and me make some calls to different hardware stores on the outskirts of town. On our way out of town, we saw a John Deere hardware store, so Justice and I ran in, and providentially, they had the last seven five-gallon gas cans we had seen anywhere. We loaded them up, and headed off again.


Ice was another tricky thing to find, and after calling around, we finally found a party ice supplier which wasn't too far from where we were. We bought enough to fill all 28 ice boxes. We started out again for Houston. Halfway there, we stopped at a generator supply distribution center which had previously told us they could sell us ten generators. When we arrived, though, they had changed their minds, and didn't want to sell us more than two or three. Peter talked to the manager, and about forty five minutes later, had convinced them to sell us five heavy duty generators. We already had one, so that totalled six.


Tying down the ice boxes.

We felt like we were finally on our way now. Next stop was at a gas station closer to Houston, so safer to transport 45 gallons of gasoline in the back of a trailer. Finally, we stopped at a local HEB and bought 20 half gallons of milk.


We arrived at Dr. Voddie Baucham's house at about 6:30 and began unloading the supplies which would be distributed by Grace Family Baptist Church. After unloading for about an hour, we headed towards Galveston to survey the damage and take some photos for potential future missions. We hadn't seen a great deal of damage when we first arrived on the north side of Houston. We saw some trees down, some billboards that had the signs torn off, but other than that, it didn't look very bad.

It was getting dark as we drove through Houston, and then we noticed the problem. It wasn't that houses had been smashed, but the real problem was the lack of electricity. One block would be lit up, probably by generators, but the next would be completely dark. We stopped at a gas station for some gatorade and snacks and were amazed at how crowded it was. It was packed. We realized then that stoplights weren't working, bathrooms weren't working- everyone who didn't have a generator was in trouble. The contrast between the light of day and the predicament of being without electricity (particularly stoplights) as dark fell was accentuated by the nervousness of the people at the gas station.


As we neared Galveston Island, the visible damage increased. Crossing the bridge, we really could see the wreckage: boats lying on their side on the road, debris everywhere. It was a mess. About halfway across the bridge, we saw glaring lights and what looked like a construction zone, but it was actually police. I thought they might ask us to stop, but one officer wearing a big cowboy hat motioned us on.


Boats were leaning against telephone poles on the road.


Once we were on the island, it was really strange. It was like being in an episode of The Twilight Zone. We were in a deserted town, void of light and life. I think we only saw two people the whole time we were there. Boats were wrecked in front yards. Front porches were on the beach. Buildings were missing walls. Roofs were on the streets. We could see where the water had been, and, though it had receded, the damage was clear.


Junk was everywhere.

After an hour and a half, a police officer alerted us of the curfew from 6 pm to 6 am, and asked us to find a spot to camp for the night or leave the island. We decided to leave. Crossing the bridge again, we saw the lights and cops from another vantage point and realized we had probably been mistaken for an official vehicle and let on the island after curfew hours. We were so thankful for the opportunity to see the damage and take a few pictures.

We finally got home at 2:30 am, and after a 21 hour day, were more than happy to get some sleep.

-Joshua Titus

Posted by Joshua Phillips at 11:48 AM |

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