When I was next at Streatley I took the Ridgeway westward2 chiefly because I like the Ridgeway, partly because I wished to see it again, now that it had to give up the title conferred on it by Bishop3 Bennet, of the Icknield Way. I went up from the bridge and at the “Bull” turned to the right and northward4 along the Wantage road, which is probably the Icknield Way. After getting well up on the chalk above the river this road maintains the same level of from two to three hundred feet, and for two miles keeps within a mile of the river on a terrace half-way up the slope of the hills. Streatley had spread itself in red spots along the side of the road, past the fork to Wallingford and up to where the Ridgeway turns off to the left and westward into the long coombe leading to Streatley Warren. At its mouth this coombe was wide and shallow, and was all grass, except on the left hand where there were new houses. In places, as by Rectory Farm, the road, a hard one, had a pleasant green terrace above it with wild roses rambling5 over it.[230] The coombe deepened and the road ascended6 above a golf course near Warren Farm. Thus far it was hedged, but soon, still mounting the right wall of the long coombe, it was rough and hedgeless, and old parallel tracks were to be seen above and below it. It was now near the southern edge of Thurle Down Woods on its right. Below, on the left, were the steep walls of the winding7 coombe, dotted by thorn, juniper, and elder, and here called Streatley Warren. Of the unwooded coombes or inlets into the downs this is one of the most pleasing to me, and I shall always remember it, as I do the great coombe winding into Butser Hill on the north side, and others of those vast turf halls which the sky roofs. As it passed the head of the coombe the road was six hundred feet up, going a little north of westwards between sheep on the left and corn on[231] the right. It was two or three miles or more from the villages on the north, Moulsford, Cholsey, the Astons, and Blewbury, and two or three hundred feet above them; it was almost as far away from the Wantage road, and as far above it. The villages on the south were nearer, but not within a mile—Aldworth, the Comptons, and East Ilsley. It gained a hedge near Warren Farm, but was a rough way, now wide, now narrow, among the hazel, brier, elder, and nettle9. Sometimes there was an ash in the hedge, and once a line of spindly elms followed it round a curve. It was high, but not yet free among these hedges. Then it descended10, deeply worn and rough, to where a signpost marked roads to Aldworth and Compton on the left, Cholsey and Wallingford on the right. Then all was open country, mostly turf, carved by many trackways and with trees, as a rule, only to shelter the thatched, solitary13 farm-house and barns, or to make a clump14 and landmark15 at a summit where there was a tumulus, as on Churn Hill. The road was scattered16 in pieces over the open turf among thorn bushes and alongside a Scotch17 fir clump, as it went down towards Churn station. These tracks were green with a central white one, and that had green banks and a few thorns. On reaching the road from Moulsford to East Ilsley my way seemed to be continued by one passing Chance Farm and keeping on the north side of the hills through an uninhabited hollow among downs which are bare of everything but grass, Churn railway station, and a farm, except when dotted with soldiers’ tents. But there was now a little to[232] the south of this a clear and unbroken high ridge1 extending westwards into Wiltshire, and this the Ridgeway undoubtedly18 followed: only the connection between my way over Roden Downs and the higher ridge was no longer a direct one. The connecting road was that from Moulsford to Ilsley, and along it I had to turn round west and even south to gain the ridge, where the Ridgeway left it at right angles to go north-west. Hedges no longer bounded either side of the broad turf track. It was as free as the blue paths in the snowy heavens. It looked down upon everything but the clouds, and not seldom on them in the early morning or in rain. On its left the downward slope was broken and very gradual, so that it was far rarer to see a church tower like Ilsley within a mile than a ridge of woods five miles off or a bare range that might be twenty. It was already higher than the Icknield Way at Telegraph Hill; it had climbed out of choice, and it would descend11 only of necessity. On its right the slope was far steeper, and sometimes a little way from the foot lay the villages; sometimes the land rose again in several rolls this way and that, and the nearest village would be beyond the last of them, three or four miles away. Either corn or pure turf and scattered furze lay about the road. One piece of furze was called “Poor’s Furze,” and what is more, the poor were gathering19 it for fuel though it was Midsummer: tall rye came up to the edge of it.
Ridgeway, near Streatley.
Now the Ridgeway had risen up to its perfect freedom, away from the river and the low land, from the glaring roads and the collections of houses. This way men of old came of necessity; yet I found it hard not to think now that the road was thus climbing to heights of speculation20, to places suited for exploring the ridges21 and solitudes22 of the spirit; it seemed in one mood a hermit24 road going out into the wilderness25 to meditate26 and be in lifelong retirement27; in another mood a road for the young, eager warrior28 or reformer going up and away for a time from cloying29 companions to renew his mighty30 youth.
I saw, however, more racehorses than confirmed hermits31 or aspiring32 warriors33 or reformers. Before it was ordained34 that cricket should be played on billiard tables, there were a pitch and a pavilion here beside the Ridgeway near the Abingdon road. Elevens drove up from Oxford35, and a cheerful scene it was, albeit36 nobody’s fortune was made. It was too good and rustic37 a custom not to decay. After that, they say, the pavilion became an early-morning rendezvous38 for men with lurchers after the hares, a refuge for belated soldiers, a convenience for several breeds of idlers, philosophers, and adventurers. These it was decided39 to centralize as much as possible in prisons, workhouses, lunatic asylums40, cemeteries41, town “rookeries,” and the like. The pavilion thus became useless and was pulled down. Nevertheless, there it is, still very clear in a number of aging heads. So far as I could learn, it was the nearest approach to a permanent hermitage on the ridge of these downs. In their season there are shepherds’ shelters, and caravans42 for the steam-plough men or for persons engaged in the writing[234] of books; but nothing permanent except Wayland’s Smithy.
Wayland’s Smithy.
Suppose a philosopher were to live in and about these old stones, for a year or two he might be quite undisturbed. Then he would be arrested on suspicion after some crime. A ploughman would reveal that he had seen the man about. It would reach a pressman with a camera. He would get somebody to pose either in Wayland’s Smithy or a similar place at Wimbledon or Balham. A column about “the simple life” would be printed in a newspaper illustrated43 by these photographs. By this time the real philosopher, a hairy and uncommunicative man, would have been released. A rival pressman would travel to Wantage Road with a third-class ticket, which he would call either second or first class in his list of expenses. He would assail44 the philosopher, and with as much grace as is compatible with haste and a preoccupied45 mind, would bid him describe his experiences in answer to well-chosen leading questions. The philosopher might possibly fail to understand the pressman’s object, or even his English; he might seem to refuse. Then the other would produce his card, claiming instant attention as the representative of both the Hourly Deceiver and the Evening Tinkle-Tinkle. This would amuse, puzzle, or infuriate the hairy man. His laughter or his anger would be mistaken for rudeness. The pressman would return to Wantage Road and in the train invent far better things than ever were on sea or land, and he would have no difficulty in illustrating46 his article by photographs [236] which the philosopher would never see. But the people of the neighbourhood would see. Then boys would go up on a Sunday afternoon and stare and perhaps trample47 down the wheat. A town councillor or a retired48 missionary49 or other man of culture would inspect the scene. In the philosopher’s absence it would be discovered that Wayland’s Smithy was undrained and improperly50 ventilated. A woman would be scared at a distant view of the philosopher. It would be time for something to be done. Then one of two things would happen. Either the man would disappear as quietly as mist or as last year’s books: or he would be told to go, roused to eloquence51 or violence, arrested and imprisoned52, and his story told in twenty lines in the local papers. From time to time the police of neighbouring counties would torment53 him until at last he could be certified54 as a lunatic. Instead of giving him a large plate of ham and eggs, followed by apple dumplings and then prussic acid, they would shut him up for ever in a building with innumerable windows, from any of which he could look out and see lunatics. Nevertheless, he would have had that one year unmolested at Wayland’s Smithy.
This, however, is only a possibility comparatively picturesque55. The real thing was less amusing, and the scene of it was not Wayland’s Smithy but Lone56 Barn. That winter a man might have picked up the paper after breakfast and found descriptions of funerals and marriages, the well-attended presentation to the local member of Parliament, the successful meeting of his rival, the list of hunting[237] appointments, and a column and a half headed, “Suffering Children—Parental Neglect—Queer Defence—Severe Sentences—Magistrate’s Scathing57 Condemnation59.” A capital fox-hunter presiding, the bench had given four months’ hard labour to a man and wife for neglecting their seven young children “in such a way as to cause them unnecessary suffering and injury to their health.” Having scorched60 his back parts the reader would turn his front parts to the fire and read on. These nine had been living for some weeks at Lone Barn, which lies unexpectedly in a small hollow at one of the highest points of the downs, three miles from the nearest hamlet. It had long been deserted61. The farm-house was ruinous, and a fox taking refuge there could not be dislodged from the fallen masonry62 and elder and yew63 tree roots. The hunters had noticed nothing in the barn.
I knew the farm-house and had often wondered about the man who built it in that solitude23 somewhere in the eighteenth century. It had walls of unusual thickness, such as could not have been overthrown64 simply by time and weather. It must long have been empty and subject to the hostility65 of discontented spirits such as probably infest67 a house, as they do a man, left utterly68 alone. I had not suspected that anybody was living in the barn, but I remember a pale, shuffling69 man carrying a child who begged from me monotonously70 as I came down the hill in mist a little before dark. I had given him something without exactly realizing that he was a man, so frail71, subdued72, and weak-voiced[238] had he been—a creation of the mist quite in harmony with the hour. This was probably Arthur Aubrey Bishopstone, who was now in prison.
He and his wife and six children had arrived at the barn on Christmas Eve. For a week before they had been at a barn nearer the village, but as this had to be repaired they were turned out. They were allowed to settle in Lone Barn because Bishopstone had done an occasional day’s work for the farmer on whose land it stood. During January and February he did several more days’ work. The wife and children remained in the barn. The two eldest73 had measles74, the sixth had pneumonia75; all were verminous. On Christmas Day a seventh had been born in Lone Barn. The mother, who had fainted in court a week before and had been remanded, pleaded guilty of neglect, but said that “she could not do in a barn as she could in a cottage,” there being no bed, no furniture, and no water except from a cattle pond half a mile away. The man had been unable to get a cottage. The family had been found lying round a fire in the barn, and after medical examination arrested. Bishopstone hardly spoke76 in answer to the questions and insults of the bench, but he was understood to say, “The Lord is on my side,” and several other blasphemous77 or unintelligible78 things, which were no defence or excuse. The nine were now condemned79 to the comfort of the workhouse and the prison until haymaking time.
I went to Lone Barn again, the birthplace of Francis Albert Edward Bishopstone.
The black brook80, full of the white reflections of its snowy banks and beginning to steam in the sun, was hourly growing and coiling all its long loops joyously81 through the land. The dabchick was laughing its long shrill82 titter under the alder83 roots. Faint, soft shadows fell on to the snow from the oaks, whose grey skeletons were outlined in snow against the clear deep blue of the now dazzling sky. Thrushes were beginning to sing, as if it had always been warm and bright. In hedge and thicket84 and tall wood, myriads85 of drops were falling and singing in the still air. Against the south the smooth downs were white under a diaphanous86 haze8 of grey, and upon them seemed to rest heavenly white mountains, very still, dream-like, and gently luminous87. Lone Barn lay up in the haze invisible.
At the foot of the hills the land was divided by low hedges into broad fields. There no birds sang and no stream gurgled. The air was full of the pitiful cries of young lambs at their staggering play in the shallow snow. One ewe stood with her new-born lamb in a stamped, muddy circle tinged88 with blood amidst the pure white. The lamb was yellowish green in colour; it stumbled at her teats, fell down and sucked upon its knees. The big mother stood still, shaggy, stubborn, meek89, with her head down, her eyes upon me, her whole nature upon the lamb buried in her wool, part of her.
The hill was hedgeless save where a narrow, ancient road deeply trenched it in ascending90 curves, lined by thorns. The road had probably not been trodden since that procession of ten had descended[240] towards the town six miles away. A kestrel had killed a gold-crest upon the bank, and as I approached it sailed away from the crimson-centred circle of feathers on the snow. But the wind had been the chief inhabitant of the slopes, and unseen of mortal eyes it had been luxuriously91, playfully carving92 the snow which submerged the hedge. The curved wind-work in the drift, deeply ploughed or deliberately93 chiselled94, remained in the stillness as a record of the pure joy of free, active life contented66 with itself. It was the same blithe95 hand which had shaped the infant born in this black barn.
An old plum tree, planted when barn and house were built, and now dead and barkless, stood against one end, and up it had climbed a thick ivy96 stem that linked barn and tree inseparably with a profusion97 of foliage98, emerald and white. The last of its doors lay just outside in the dead embers of the tramps’ fire. Thus open on both sides to the snow-light and the air the barn looked the work rather of nature than of man. The old thatch12 was grooved99, riddled100, and gapped, and resembled a grassy101 bank that has been under a flood the winter through; covered now in snow it had the outlines in miniature of the hill on which it was built. The patched walls, originally of tarred timber laid in horizontal planks102, were of every hue103 of green and yellow that moss104, lichen105, and mould can bestow106, each strip of board being of a different date and a different shade. What gave them something in common with one another was the fresh black stains which ran from the melting eaves to the nettle-bed below. The[241] porches, lofty enough to admit a waggon107 piled as high as possible with sheaves of corn, had slipped somewhat away: it was to them alone that the exterior108 of the building owed a faint suggestion of a church and, consequently, a pathetic, undermined dignity: without them it would have seemed wholly restored to nature, amiably109 and submissively ruinous, with a silence in which not the most perverse110 mind could have detected melancholy111. But within it was unexpectedly lofty, and the ponderous112 open timber-work, rough-hewn and naturally curved, was obviously performing too efficiently113 the task of supporting the roof: it at once inspired the thought that it should ere now have relaxed the strain of its crooked114 arms and acquiesced115 and slipped or collapsed116. The oak floor was pierced in many places by wear and by drippings from the broken roof; grass and corn had grown up through the crevices117 and died. Some of the fallen thatch had been piled in a dry corner for a bed. In the centre of the floor was another sign of its late use—squares chalked by the children for the playing of a game. I walked to and fro. There were no ghosts, or so it seemed.
A starved thrush lay dead in a corner. That was all. I stirred the bed with my stick, meaning to set fire to it. An old coat was concealed118 beneath it, and out of the pocket fell a book.
On the front page was written, “A. A. Bishopstone, —— College, Oxford, October, 1890.” The first pages were filled with accounts of expenditure119, subscriptions120, purchases, etc., the items abbreviated[242] as a rule beyond recognition. Apparently121 he had soon ceased to keep accounts. Several pages were torn out and a mere122 few left only to save their other halves farther on. The book had then begun to serve another purpose. Under the date March, 1891, there was a list of books read during the term ending in that month—“The Letters of Flaubert, Gilchrist’s Blake, etc.” He had meant to make a comment on this reading, perhaps, but it was crossed out deliberately lest he should be tempted123 to decipher the hateful thing. He had left only the words, “It is a mistake to leave comments of this kind on record, as in after years one is unable to get back at their meaning and the imperfectly expressive124 words are irritating and humiliate125. The mere names of books read, people seen, places walked to and the like are more eloquent126 far. This day I have burnt my old diaries. They help the past to haunt us out of its grave.” Consequently there were from time to time carelessly written jottings of names of books, lists of places visited with dates: they were eloquent enough. On some pages short poems and passages of prose were copied out in a very neat hand, showing a kind of priestly sense of reverence127 for Claudian’s poem On the Sirens, etc. These entries needed no comment, the serious worship implied in the caligraphy was unmistakable; Bishopstone would have no difficulty in recalling to his mind the mood in which they were copied out. They were headed usually by no more than the year in which they were written down, sometimes not at all. Thus he wrote “1892” at the[243] head of a page and apparently added nothing, for it was in an altered hand that the prayer from Shelley was copied:—
Make me thy lyre even as the forest is.
Next, in March of the same year, he had written down, perhaps from dictation, the names of historical books, with a few words showing that in the following summer he would have to go up for the examination which had qualified128 him for a degree. Evidently he was resolved to work hard at special books and to put behind him the intellectual luxuries of Rabelais, etc. Whether he read too hard or not is uncertain, but the entry for September of that year was merely, “Brain fever and a 2nd class. I am now alone.”
The next entry was in 1893: “Sell all thou hast and follow Me.” In the same year came the words: “I possess my working clothes and a Greek testament129. I earn 14s. a week.”
There was no more for that year, but under 1894 were a number of detached thoughts, such as:—
“‘All men are equal’ is only a corollary of ‘All men are different’—if only the former had been forgot instead of latter. It might have changed things less—and more.”
“Forgive we one another, for we know not what we do.
“Each man suffers for the whole world and the whole world for each man. There is little distinction between the destinies of one man and another if this is understood.
“Let us not exalt130 worldly distinctions, titles, etc., by saying that they make no difference.”
In 1895 came the words, “East Anglia—the Fens—Yorkshire—the Lakes,” and the isolated131 thought:
“To be alone in eternity132 is the human lot of a man, but to be alone in time, alas133! alas!”
The next year he had not touched the book: it was the year of his marriage, for in 1897 he had written: “We have now been married one year.” A list of villages followed showing a zigzag134 course right across England; then the thought: “There is nothing like the visible solitude of another soul to teach us our own. Two hungers, two thirsts, two solitudes, begetting135 others.”
Was it perhaps at the birth of a child—the date is not given, it might have been the same year, 1897—that he wrote this? “To him who is born into eternity it matters little what happens in time, and a generation of pain is as the falling of a leaf.” Then:—
“Unhappiness is apart from pain. When they tell us that in the Middle Ages and even in the last century men suffered more pain and discomfort136 than we, they do not tell us that they also had less unhappiness. Many a battlefield has seen more joy than pain; many a festival as little of either.”
And then, on a page to itself:—
“We are looking for straight oak sticks in a world where it is hazel that grows straight.”
That he was still travelling was indicated only by names of places written down without comment. A week’s accounts showed the expenditure of 10s. on the food of himself, his wife, and John and Paul, two children. In March, 1898, he wrote:—
“The road northward out of Arundel leads to Heaven”; to which he had added, “So does Lavender Hill.”
Other thoughts were set down in the same year:
“The man who is discontented with this world is like a blackbird who desires to be a plover137 that calls by night in the wandering sky.
“To have loved truly, be it for an hour only, is to be sure of eternity. Love is eternity. And if we have not loved, then also we are destined138 to eternity in order that in some other condition we may yet love.
“If only we did not know that in this world it is often well to attempt what it would not be well to achieve.
“Preach extravagance and extremes and ideals that haply we may achieve something above mediocrity. If we preach compromise we may not achieve more than desolation. And yet even out of desolation may bloom the rose.
“Exactly the same proportion of marriages as of illicit139 unions are immoral140, even in a worldly sense.”
In 1899 it must have been the death of a child that dictated141 the words:—
“I do not shed tears: I did that when she was born, for I saw her lie dead in the cot where she smiled.”
There was a long interval142 and then one short entry:—
“I possess everything, but in the world’s sense[246] nothing but my name—A. A. B.; if I could lose that I should be a better citizen, not of the world, but of the universe of eternity. Are the stars called Procion and Lyra except by astronomers143? Then why should I have a name?—unless, indeed, there were a name which described me as a poem describes an emotion. I will be nameless. I will no longer condemn58 myself to this title of A. A. B.”
The next and final entries all belonged to the winter which he spent in the barn.
On Christmas Eve:—
“Life will never be better or nobler, nor has ever been, than here at this instant in my breast. But—may I never be content to know it lest to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow be the less for it.”
Then:—
“What is man? One moment he is a prayer, another a flower of God, another a flame to consume he knows not what save that it is himself. And, again, he is but a dungeon144 in which an infant’s cry is echoing. One day I saw soldiers, and I was nothing but, as it were, a sea-shell to record the clattering145 hoofs146, the scarlet147, the shattering trumpet148.
“The children have a doll that was given to them. They are talking to it and about it—as I talk to and about another man.
“I heard the wind rustle149 in the dead leaves this morning, I heard it rustle over my grave, and over the world’s, and over the embers of all the stars, and I was not afraid.
“What name has my beautiful barn in heaven? In it was born a man in the sight of his brothers[247] and sisters. God has told me my seed shall be multiplied as the sands of the sea. Can it be that out of this barn will grow the regeneration of the world, or will the forgotten memory of it trouble the well-being150 of some citizen far hence in time and so give birth to a flame, a prayer, a rose out of the soul of him? It is cold, yes, but the frost is one of the angels.
“A doctor has been here, a man not used to our life. He too felt that it was cold. He said that little Francis—whom Mary calls Albert Edward—is ill and may die. If he does, then it may be from the corpse151 of an infant the saviour152 of society will be born.”
These were the last words. On the day after the doctor’s visit the arrest was made. Arthur Aubrey Bishopstone and two of the children died in the infirmary of the prison. Francis Albert Edward, born at Lone Barn on Christmas Day, recovered from the effects of his birth and left the workhouse at the end of June with his mother and four brothers. I believe that after Lone Barn there was nothing they missed less than Arthur Aubrey Bishopstone. If they had been given to considering such matters, they would have said that he ought to have lived solitary and let his hair grow in Wayland’s Smithy instead of marrying and begetting seven children, of whom only two were able to die in infancy153.
Lone Barn has since been burnt to the ground, and should Francis Albert Edward (his real name) or the world visit the scene of his nativity, to worship or verify the facts, they would find in that hollow of[248] the downs only a square space of nettles154, poppies, and bachelor’s buttons, amidst the turf....
Coming to the telegraph posts of Abingdon Lane—the Abingdon and Newbury road—the turf was furrowed155 this way and that. Gorse and thorn, surrounding the crossing of the straight, white road and the green way, made a frame as for some wayside event of no common kind, such as the birth of Francis; but the sun shone and the wind blew and betrayed nothing. Then the road was a central track of very little rutted turf, and flowers and long grass on either side; it had banks, but no thorns growing on them. The valley was beautiful, the mile-distant tedded156 hay looking like sea sand, the elms very dark in their lines or masses above the green corn, the villages hidden and the single farm-houses dim among trees, and the land rising beyond to a ridge saddled here and there with dark clumps157 on the horizon. In one place a far-off upland of newly ploughed chalk was almost snowy in misty158 whiteness. The clouds of the sky and the hot mist of earth dimmed the pale ploughland and the corn until the trees appeared to be floating on them as on a sea. They were cutting hay a little way off to my left, and as the horses and the mowing-machine came into sight at some speed it seemed to me that but for the seat it was probably much like a British war chariot. To the right the slope of the down was turf. Sometimes the road had a bank on each side, sometimes only on one; near the crossing of the road to East Hendred it was for a time without a bank; in other places the ditch[249] was clearer than the bank. There was corn with its poppies, white campions, and charlock on the right, hay on the left. Woods, now on the left and now on the right, sometimes touched the road; but they never reached it from both sides at once—it never passed through a wood. In one of the roadside woods on the left a great tumulus stood disembowelled among the beeches160: this was Scutchamer Knob on Cuckhamsley Hill—or, as I have heard it called, “Scotchman’s Hob.” This name an old carter had apparently justified161 to himself in part by the fact that an old road coming from the north—perchance from Scotland—passes close by, namely Hungerford Lane, which has a separate existence from Milton Hill near Steventon to Land’s End on Knoll162 End Down near Farnborough.
Above Lockinge Park the road was about forty yards wide of level turf, between a bank and fence on the right and a natural low wall of turf above it on the left. But the new reservoir, the new plantation163 of firs and their iron fences, at this point might have persuaded the traveller that Lockinge Park was going to absorb the Ridgeway as it did the Icknield Way two centuries ago. At a very high point near by was a slender white column and cross upon a mound164 of turf erected165 in memory of Robert Loyd Lindsay, Baron166 Wantage, by his wife. The road went lightly away from this over the bare turf, having on its left the thorny167 slopes of Yew Down and on the right a sunken tumulus. Several deep tracks descended towards Lockinge, and at a[250] tumulus beyond the first road to Wantage a branch entered on the left from Farnborough exactly like the main track—if it can be called a branch that was itself a parish boundary and gave its course to the main track for some distance. This tumulus formed part of the right bank of the Ridgeway.
I noticed that I seldom did more than glance at the country southward on my left. The steep downward slope that was never far off on the right, the wide vale below and the very distant hills sometimes visible beyond, could always draw my eyes from the south. On that side there was a beautiful region falling and then rising again to a height not much lower than the Ridgeway, and crowned with trees at the top of the rise, as e.g. beyond Fawley. There were several rough, thorny slopes on that side, each thorn distinct; and these are peculiarly attractive. Yet I could not look at them long. It was the same when I walked back in the opposite direction. The vale spread out in the north was satisfying, and the horizon was distant enough to quiet if it ever awakened168 desire: I never wished to descend. The two or three miles of country visible in the south was far more positively169 attractive, as well as by chance less known to me. Perhaps the horizon was too near and was soon merely tantalizing170: certainly it gave no rest. Also the land fell away very little before rising again to this horizon, and consequently gave none of the pleasure of a low and, as it were, subject landscape. The scene awakened desire, but I could not turn aside to satisfy it. Therefore, perhaps, since it could not[251] be satisfied and stilled as by the distant northern horizon, I turned away.
The road was going broad and green and straight between bare banks in the course set by the tributary171 from Farnborough, when suddenly it bent172 to the south for a few yards, and then again west by a little pond under some willows173. It descended, much narrowed and hedged, past the ash trees and sycamores of White House, and then, with a sharp northward turn along the Wantage road and in a few yards another to the west at Red House, it recovered its direction and presumably its original course. Probably the half a mile or more between the two crooks174 is not an innovation, but the crooks themselves are, as it were, the punishment inflicted175 on the old road by two newer or at some time more vigorous roads cutting across it.
Letcombe Castle.
Beyond Red House I passed Letcombe Castle or[252] Segsbury Camp, the road running close and parallel to its straight south side. A road crossed mine and penetrated176 the green ramparts of the camp from a corrugated-iron farm that stood with a thatched barn under some ash trees—behind it a grassy down with clumps beyond. The road was now so broad that it was hardly at all marked except downhill, or where a crossway roughened it, or at some busy section between one cross-road and another, where it would have one narrow, well-worn strip. At the right-hand turning to Letcombe Bassett stood a sycamore and some ash trees, and there were roses in the thorn hedge. Letcombe Bassett was at the foot of a round buttress177 of the downs called Gramp’s Hill, but was half hidden in grouped trees which continued above and alongside the winding white road to Letcombe Regis a mile beyond. Gramp’s Hill and the next and far more prominent hill formed between them a long, deep hollow, winding up into the hill and terraced on its slopes with flights of green steps. This winding made almost an island of a small hill, round and flat-topped, and the top of this hill had been mown and a waggon in the centre was being loaded with hay. Here was the place to build a castle in the air—and also on the turf of the downs. The man who did so would probably inhabit somewhat longer than the philosopher did Wayland’s Smithy. He might live there even until he died. But it is not likely that his heir—supposing that he had an heir—would continue after him. In any case it would at once be called the “Folly178.” Clumps of trees[253] planted on high places to please the eye and to be a landmark are now called “Follies” almost as a matter of course. Any house built high or in a great solitude is likely to be called a “Folly.” A house may earn the name by having walls more than a foot thick, in a district of jerry-builders where builders are bankrupt once a month. Thus people condemn the extraordinary. If it is a little thing like a white blackbird, they shoot at it: if it is a big, helpless thing like a whale stranded179 in Cornwall, they carve it alive. But to call it a “Folly” and have done with it is the most innocent form of condemnation. In fact, it is by this time rather venerably pretty. They call the far-seen clump of beeches on Liddington Hill the “Folly”; the clump a quarter-mile north-west of Wayland’s Smithy is Odstone Folly; Ashbury Folly is the clump at the crossing over the Ridgeway down to Ashbury Church. They call a house a “Folly” with less benevolence180. They see—or they feel—in the strange, high, or solitary situation part of an attempt to mould the course and conditions of life, or to escape from them. They see—or they dimly imagine—a being who is trying to make his, or some woman’s, like a poem, or like a work of art—
Carved with figures strange and sweet,
All made out of the carver’s brain....
It is not that they see the blasphemy181 of it like that of Babel or of the Titans. But they know that the builders of Babel and the Titans will fail, and if they cannot beat them themselves they will be on the side of the one who can. I should myself[254] be sorry to see a house—such a one as is likely to be built—on that island between Gramp’s and Hackpen hills. But if it were such a house as Morgan’s Folly! I warmed with the thought of transporting that hill-top tower to this peninsulated table of turf, by the expenditure of a sum sufficient to have given a free library to Letcombe Bassett.
I do not know if it was called a Folly, but there was a plantation at the cross-road from Sparsholt to Lambourn which I liked—a long, narrow plantation of beeches close together alongside the cross-road and touching182 the Ridgeway on one side; on the other was a tumulus. Here it was a broad road with no hedges, there being corn on the right, and sheep, enclosed by a wire fencing, on the left. It was now near its highest point, nearly eight hundred feet, at the Hill Barn that stands with its company of stacks amidst a group of ash trees above Sparsholt. The purple meadow crane’s-bill was growing beside the road near Hill Barn.
I left the Ridgeway that morning by the Blowingstone Hill and its woods, and went to Sparsholt, which has a quarter-mile of chestnut183 and lime, and then beech159 and elm shadow on the road to its church. One bee was buzzing inside as I walked over the stones and brasses184 of the floor and looked at the Commandments, the Creed185, the Lord’s Prayer, and the royal arms, on the wall, but chiefly at three recumbent stone effigies186 lying asleep and private within a chapel187, guarded by stone lions, railings, and a locked gate.
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missionary
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eloquence
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imprisoned
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torment
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illicit
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