I was going through Sparsholt the next day just after the children had gone into school after their mid-morning play. The road was quieter than the church on that hot, bright morning. As I walked under the garden trees I came slowly within hearing of a melody played so lightly, or so far lost among winds or leaves, that I could hardly distinguish it. It was an hour when nearly everyone is at work. A poor, ragged2 girl was walking in front of me in awkward haste. But she stopped at the same time as I did, to listen. The music was not everything. The shadow and the filtered light, the silence of the music half submerged, the busy hour so steeped in tranquillity3, helped the player to express perfect carelessness and freedom from the conditions of life—summer, wealth, luxury, happiness, youth, gaiety, innocence4, and benevolence5. They expressed it for us, as that river-side garden picture at Watlington doubtless expressed it for others. But presently the player lighted upon a melody which took me right away from Sparsholt[256] and the summer morning and the tranquillity. I could not catch every note, but even the fragmentary skeleton of “Caradoc’s Hunt” could not be mistaken. At a first hearing this old hunting song seemed to be much the same thing as Scott’s
Waken, lords and ladies gay,
and little more than the north countryman’s
One morning last winter to Holm Bank there came
A noble brave sportsman, Squire6 Sandys was his name.
White Horse Hill.
Many have heard it and thought it just one of the best, perhaps the princeliest, of hunting songs. With a little change it might have been a battle song; for it was martial7 and high-tempered, and would launch cavalry8 as well as huntsmen. It was a little too nervously9 quick and dancing for[257] a battle song; such pace, such height of spirit could not endure. Yet the trumpets10 before a charge have often brought the song into the hearts of young soldiers, and their chargers and they have done extravagant11 things for the gay tune12’s sake. It suggested the haughtiness13 and celerity of youth, audacious and fantastic pleasures, voices of command and laughter, many-coloured and all splendid dresses, neighing and prancing14 horses, hounds lazily quarrelling in the sun, gallant15 March weather. The gates of a castle stood all wide open for the first time since the beginning of winter, and arrowy winds and humid fragrance16 were invading the stale shadows. As the first flowers break out of the old, dark earth, so the youths and maidens17 with their purple and gold, green and white, broke out of this old, dark castle upon the Welsh moorland. The sharp horseshoes trampled19 the first green of spring and the first yellow blossoms, even as the riders would trample18 the hearts of men and women, and as freely upon their own hearts, their own strength and health and happiness. The sunlight played like a thousand sprites, on rippling20 waters, on the gold and silver ornaments21 of riders and horses, on horns of gold. Bright as the sun, clear as the west wind, joyous22 as the heart of man and hound and horse sounded the horns.
There was nothing more in the three verses, there seemed little more in the melody. After a little talk and much laughter and shouting with deep and shrill23 voices, blowing of horns, cheering, and chiding24 of steeds, summoning and urging of[258] hounds, they rode away. They climbed the wild hills and saw an angry sea of yet wilder hills in the distance. They descended25 into the rich vales. They scattered27 joyfully28. They gathered together as joyfully. They feasted until better than any wit or beauty or adventure seemed sleep. Then they slept.
Other listeners to the song might think rather of a later hunt assembling before a cheerful Georgian mansion29 with many windows, and behind one of them a lady playing “Caradoc’s Hunt” on a spinet30, and warbling it in Saxon. I thought of such a one as I heard the invisible lady playing at Sparsholt.
Others, again, would be content with nothing later than the age of chivalry31 and the Mabinogion. The hunters would all be auburn or yellow-haired young men. They are clad in yellow tunics32, green hose, and shoes of parti-coloured leather clasped at the instep with gold. Some carry bows of ivory strung with deer sinews, the shafts33 of whalebone headed with gold and winged with peacock’s feathers. Others have silver-headed spears of ash-wood coloured azure34. All wear whalebone-hafted and gold-hilted daggers35 and horns of ivory. Their hunting is earnest, though elaborated with much decoration of custom, style, and ceremony. They are men who must go hungry but for the chase. They run or ride to hunt the stag or the boar, and nobly beautiful and blithe36 look they as they begin to move away from the castle, and their tall, brindled37 white-breasted greyhounds, wearing collars of rubies,[259] are sporting like sea-swallows from side to side of them. But they may encounter foes38 instead of quarry39; they may kill or be killed by young braves from other borders. So with all the gallantry of dress and harping40 there is something grim in their going forth41; nor is it idle bombast42 for one among them to ride out carrying only what he calls the mightiest43 of all weapons—the harp—on which he plays “Caradoc’s Hunt” at the starting.
These things and others, according to the singer and the hearer, the song readily suggested. But they are mistaken who are contented44 by these suggestions, sufficient as they are for a warm summer’s morning in a green lane. They are deceived by the qualities which “Caradoc’s Hunt” has in common with other hunting songs, especially by the galloping45 rhythm and the notes like a challenge of horns. Even when that boastful riding harper played it the tune was old. He was a bard46, and though he played it for the young hunters for the flashes of gaiety and mettle47 upon its surface, it intrigued48 his own heart with a rich mystery of antiquity49. Already legend as well as the bards50 and harpers had begun to play with the melody. It was said, for example, to have been the favourite hunting song of the “Lady of the Night” in her earthly days, and even that she sang it, or had it sung and harped51 to her, now that she was an inhabitant of night and the underworld. Solitary52, benighted53 peasants or travellers saw her black hair streaming over her green vest and crimson[260] mantle54 as she galloped55 fiercely over the mountains or in the heavens. Her horse was white. She hallooed as she rode in a wild voice, at times harsh and abrupt56 like a heron’s, at others clear and laughing like a wood-owl’s. The hounds streamed after her, howling in tumultuous chorus, and the sound grew louder as the pack raced farther and farther away. They were the hounds of the underworld. They followed her in a stream or fan as closely as if the foremost held the tip of her mantle. In some packs the hounds were small, and were white all over except the shells of their ears, which were rose-coloured; and they had eyes like lighted pearls. Some were black with red spots, others red with black spots. There were also hounds all blood-red, with eyes of flame. They hunted the spirits of men destined57 to die soon, or of the dead who were unfit either for heaven or for hell. They prophesied58 deaths and calamity59. However fierce, they were always even frantically60 joyous, but some thought the hallooing of the lady was often close to lamentation61. Only when the sound of “Caradoc’s Hunt” was heard was she as joyous as her hounds. Her sadness made it believed in places that she was no huntress at all, but the quarry, or at least that she hunted for a punishment, that she was doomed62 by god or devil thus to flee all night through cloudland or the most desert regions of earth. Hunting or hunted, it was certain that she was powerless to change her fate. Hunting was what she most loved on earth. Perhaps she still loved it, or she was being punished for the crime of pride or immoderate[261] love of the chase. One story was that she had been very beautiful and vain of her beauty, and on her death-bed had exacted a promise to bury her in her most radiant apparel. Another story, more venerable, was that she had so loved hunting as to cry out once in a strong passion: “I care nothing for heaven if I cannot hunt there.” When she died, therefore, her spirit was cursed with an everlasting63 compulsion to slake64 this most dear desire. She had to hunt eternally with the hounds of the underworld. When she heard “Caradoc’s Hunt” she could not but start or follow the chase. “If I forget ‘Caradoc’s Hunt,’ then I shall be dead indeed,” she said. “I shall be quiet and sleepy as anyone else among the ghosts.” When men saw her dark eyes flashing at thought of the song they could not believe that if anything of this beautiful creature was to survive the immortal65 remnant would not take with it “Caradoc’s Hunt.” She heard it at many different and some monstrous66 times. People thought that the tune was in her head, but she averred67 that she heard it outside—in the clouds or the trees or the hallooing woods—and her immediate68 attendants knew this to be true. She would break away from marriage or funeral to ride. She would suddenly rise up from mass to mount. She would dress at dead of night, uncouple the hounds, and hunt alone. Love, wine, sleep, religion were impotent against the melody. Everyone admitted that it was a beautiful melody; they called it gay, or spirited, or said that it was perfectly69 suitable to a knightly70 company of riders.[262] This lady heard it and rode away. Hers was not the fate of the lord of Radnor Castle. He and his hounds impiously passed the night in the church of Llan-Avan, near Builth, to be near the day’s coverts71 early; but when he rose at the dawn he found himself blinded and his hounds mad, so that he escaped only with difficulty, to earn pardon by a pilgrimage to the Holy Land. The lady’s life was charmed. She rode anywhere without fear. She died young, but it was in bed. On horseback she could defy man or God.
Such was the Lady of the Night, and her legend was at least not unworthy of “Caradoc’s Hunt.” But as the belief in the hounds of the underworld is earlier than the Middle Ages and the ghostly hunter in darkness more venerable than the Norman lady, so is the tune. The legend might have grown to explain the tune, and it does help to illuminate72 the depths of which the surviving words, the mere73 cheerful chivalry, are no more than the glancing surface. But the tune has depth under depth, and when it is heard the plummet74 of the soul sinks to a profound far below the region of the lady who rides by night. What darkness the plummet fathoms75, what “bottom of the monstrous world” it touches, is not to be understood. Perhaps the mystery is only that which at once haloes and enshrouds common things when we no longer feel them as common. But if at the sounding of the melody the mind’s eye still sees a cavalcade76 of antique hunters, it is not stag or boar or questing beast that they are to follow; the castle that sends[263] them out of its gates and may receive them at nightfall is no feudal77 or faery stronghold, but an image, perhaps, of the great world itself.
The Blowingstone.
But I must confess the melody did not lighten my step as I mounted again to the Ridgeway by Blowingstone Hill. The Blowingstone is a block of brown, iron-like sarsen stone standing78 on end, and of such a height that a man can bend over and[264] comfortably blow into the mouthpiece at the upper side. This natural mouthpiece is the small roundish entrance to a funnel79 through the stone which emerges at a larger hole lower down at the back. A well-breathed person blowing bugle-fashion can make a booming that is said even now to carry five miles, if sustained for some time. At the hill-top, where it stood before it became a procurer of charity, a skilled and deep-chested hillman might have made himself heard much farther. From this hill-top, nearly seven hundred feet high, the Ridgeway rises to its greatest height. Hitherto it had hardly ever had higher land on either side of it for very many miles. At Uffington Castle it is over eight hundred feet high, but a little lower than the highest part of the camp. From the rampart about this circle of almost level turf I could see the Quarley Hill range and far over the Lambourn Downs to Martinsell Hill by Savernake; I could see Barbury Castle and the wooded hills of Clyffe and Wroughton, and Badbury, the Cotswolds, the Oxfordshire hills, Sinodun, and the Chilterns. The Dragon Hill below it is an isolated80 eminence81 shaped like the butt82 of an oak tree, and similar to that one in the hollow between Gramp’s and Hackpen hills, but ruder and more distinct.
Past the south and lower side of Uffington Castle the Ridgeway went fairly straight, with a thorn or two on either side, towards the thick beech83 clump84 above Wayland’s Smithy, sometimes a green road, sometimes worn white. The hill-side was divided among charlock and different greens in[265] squares and triangles, and here and there a thatched barn or rick at a corner. Southward I saw the pleasant, dappled scatter26 of Knighton Bushes over the turf, sometimes considerable woods like those of Ashdown by Alfred’s Castle; in several places the long stretch of turf reared itself up with beautiful but detached hills, like Tower Hill, as high as the main ridge1. The hot, misty85 sun drew out all the odour from uncut grass, clover, cockscombs, yellow bedstraw, ox-eye daisies, and bird’s-foot trefoil, and the light air mixed them. Whatever was visible or hid on the left, the road always commanded the northward86 valley, the main expanse, and also for the most part the nearer land where the villages lay, close to the foot of the hills on which it was travelling. An enemy might have lain or moved concealed87 within a very short distance on the south, but never on the north, and it might be conjectured88, therefore, that attack was to be feared from that side only, and that the other was friendly country to those most commonly upon the road. The camps of Lowbury, Letcombe, and Uffington were all to northward; Alfred’s Castle alone was on the south, at Ashdown, among the greatest woods now surviving on this part of the Downs. It is hardly possible for unhistorically minded men to think of war on these hills, unless troops are man?uvring over them. Yet the Ridgeway is like nothing so much as a battlement walk of superhuman majesty89. The hills between Streatley and Liddington form a curve in the shape of a bow, a doubly curved Cupid’s bow. Following this[266] line, always keeping at the edge of the steep northward slope and surveying the valley, the Ridgeway carries the traveller for thirty miles as if along the battlements of a castle. He begins at Streatley by having the early morning sun of spring over his right shoulder; the full light of midday is on his left as he passes Letcombe Castle; the sun is going down on his right hand as he descends90 to Totterdown and the pass for the Roman road and modern traffic between the hills.
It is still debated whether most or little of the downland was once covered with trees. Those recently planted on very high places have often failed to make more than a spindly and ruinous growth, as at Chanctonbury Ring, Liddington Hill, and Barbury. But wherever there is a tertiary deposit beech and oak, not to speak of lesser91 trees, abound92 and even flourish in great size and noble forms. Gorse, hawthorn93, and elder rapidly take possession anywhere of neglected ground, and make an impenetrable scrub. Yews94 expand and beeches95 grow tall and close on steep and almost precipitous slopes where the chalk is easily bared by rain, traffic, or rabbits. There is thus some reason for thinking that the open downland is largely the product of cultivation96 and nibbling97 flocks.
The flocks no longer feed much on the hills, and, except when folded in squares of turnips98 or mustard, are seldom seen there. They have become more and more a kind of living machinery99 for turning vegetables into mutton, and only in their lambhood or motherhood are they obviously of a different tribe from sausage-machines, etc. In time, with the discovery of a way of concentrating food and sunlight and of adapting the organs of the sheep to these essences, it will be possible to dine carnivorously on Sunday upon what was grass on Friday; but “for ever climbing up the climbing wave,” men shall sigh for lambs born filleted with a double portion of sweetbreads.
From Uffington Castle the road descended slowly, and reached six hundred feet at the Wiltshire border, a third of a mile past the road from Idstone to Ashdown. Then gradually it rose towards a point much above seven hundred feet between two distinct breasts of down south-westward100. In places it had a good hedge of thorn, maple101, and brier on one side, at others only isolated little thickets102 of thorn, brier, and black bryony, or groups where the last May-blossom met the first guelder roses. Once at a corner before Ridgeway Farm five beeches stood together making a shadow. The highest point showed me the beeches of Liddington clump, each stem distinct, the fall of clear turf down to the plain, and beyond that the Barbury clump and the long down wall bending to Avebury.
The Ridgeway was now rapidly descending103, with a disused track on the left, to the gap where the Roman Ermine Street from Silchester to Gloucester, now the Swindon and Hungerford road, penetrated104 the hills. Without this descent from its ridge the road must have turned back so as to point almost to Streatley again, and it would have done this to[268] avoid only about a mile of lowland before rising again to the hills which were its natural soil. Probably it did so rise, though the road called the Ridgeway in Ordnance105 Maps keeps to the lowland for five or six miles.
I crossed Ermine Street at Totterdown and an inn called “Shepherd’s Rest,” and the Ridgeway became a hard road of ordinary width between hedges and ditches. It was more like the Icknield Way than the Ridgeway, and still greater was this likeness106 when it reached Liddington, but made no effort to climb again to the ridges107, or to keep Liddington Camp on its north side. One road does climb the ridge, going south-westward to Liddington Hill, and then south, having turned from this present road to the left at a point marked by the “Ridgeway Bush” in the time of Hoare—three-quarters of the way from Totterdown to the Swindon road. But the Ordnance Map gives the name of Ridgeway to a road going straight across the low land to Barbury, mounting the hill on the north side of that camp, and continuing along the ridge beyond Barbury to near Avebury, up over the downs again to the Avon Valley, up to Salisbury Plain, and across it, perhaps, to the Dorset coast, or skirting it to Warminster and the west. But the site of “Ridgeway Bush” is within a few yards of the westward boundary of Wanborough, and beyond Wanborough there is so far no sufficient evidence for tracing the course of the Icknield Way. The two roads came very near to one another in that parish; they may even have touched before[269] the Ridgeway returned to its own place high up; and it is possible that as the Ridgeway in Berkshire has been mistakenly called the Icknield Way, so the lower part of what is now called the Ridgeway in Wiltshire may be the Icknield Way.
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