Did ever the worthy1 London merchant, in the course of his life, approach to the verge2 of the region of despair, it was on that eventful night when he found himself and his family lost among the mountains of Scotland.
“It’s dreadful,” said he, sitting down on a cold grey rock, and beginning slowly to realise the utter hopelessness of their condition.
“My poor Lucy, don’t be cast down,” (drawing her to his breast), “after all, it will only be a night of wandering. But we must keep moving. We must not venture to lie down in our wet clothes. We must not even rest long at a time, lest a chill should come upon you.”
“But I’m quite warm, papa, and only a very little tired. I could walk for miles yet.” She said this cheerily, but she could not help looking anxious. The night was so dark, however, that no one could see her looks.
“Do let me go off alone, father,” urged George; “I am as fresh as possible, and could run over the hills until I should fall in with—”
“Don’t mention it, George; I feel that our only hope is to keep together. Poor Peter! what will become of that boy?”
Mr Sudberry became almost, desperate as he thought of the small clerk. He started up. “Come, we must keep moving. You are not cold, dear? are you sure you are not cold?”
“Quite sure, papa; why are you so anxious?”
“Because I have a flask3 of brandy, which I mean to delay using until we break down and cannot get on without it. Whenever you begin to get chilled I must give you brandy. Not till then, however; spirits are hurtful when there is hard toil4 before you, but when you break down there is no resource left. Rest, food, sleep, would be better; but these we have no chance of getting to-night. Poor Jacky! does he keep warm, George?”
“No fear of him,” cried George, with forced gaiety. “He’s all right.”
Jack5 had broken down completely soon after nightfall. Vigorously, manfully had he struggled to keep up; but when his usual hour for going to bed arrived, nature refused to sustain him. He sank to the ground, and then George wrapped him up in his shooting-coat, in which he now lay, sound asleep, like a dirty brown bundle, on his brother’s shoulders.
“I’ll tell you what,” said Fred, after they had walked, or rather stumbled, on for some time in silence. “Suppose you all wait here for ten minutes while I run like a greyhound to the nearest height and see if anything is to be seen. Mamma must have alarmed the whole neighbourhood by this time; and if they are looking for us, they will be sure to have lanterns or torches.”
“A good idea, my boy. Go, and pause every few minutes to shout, so that we may not lose you. Keep shouting, Fred, and we will wait here and reply.”
Fred was off in a moment, and before he had got fifty yards away was floundering knee-deep in a peat-bog6. So much for reckless haste, thought he, as he got out of the bog and ran forward with much more caution. Soon those waiting below heard his clear voice far up the heights. A few minutes more, and it rang forth7 again more faintly. Mr Sudberry remarked that it sounded as if it came from the clouds: he put his hands to his mouth sailor fashion, and replied. Then they listened intently for the next shout. How still it was while they sat there! What a grand, gloomy solitude8! They could hear no sound but the beating of their own hearts. Solemn thoughts of the Creator of these mighty9 hills crept into their minds as they gazed around and endeavoured to pierce the thick darkness. But this was impossible. It was one of those nights in which the darkness was so profound that no object could be seen even indistinctly at the distance of ten yards. Each could see the other’s form like a black marble statue, but no feature could be traced. The mountain peaks and ridges11 could indeed be seen against the dark sky, like somewhat deeper shadows; but the crags and corries, the scattered12 rocks and heathery knolls13, the peat-bogs14 and the tarns15 of the wild scene which these circling peaks enclosed—all were steeped in impenetrable gloom. There seemed something terrible, almost unnatural16, in this union of thick darkness with profound silence. Mr Sudberry was startled by the sound of his own voice when he again spoke17.
“The boy must have gone too far. I cannot hear—”
“Hush!”
“Hi!” in the far distance, like a faint echo. They all breathed more freely, and Mr Sudberry uttered a powerful response. Presently the shout came nearer—nearer still; and soon Fred rejoined them, with the disheartening information that he had gained the summit of the ridge10, and could see nothing whatever!
“Well, my children,” said Mr Sudberry, with an assumption of cheerfulness which he was far from feeling, “nothing now remains18 but to push straight forward as fast as we can. We must come to a road of some sort in the long-run, which will conduct to somewhere or other, no doubt. Come, cheer up; forward! Follow close behind me, Lucy. George, do you take the lead—you are the most active and sharp-sighted among us; and mind the bogs.”
“What if we walk right over a precipice19!” thought Fred. He had almost said it, but checked himself for fear of alarming the rest unnecessarily. Instead of cautioning George, he quietly glided20 to the front, and took the lead.
Slowly, wearily, and painfully they plodded21 on, stumbling at times over a rugged22 and stone-covered surface, sometimes descending23 a broken slope that grew more and more precipitous until it became dangerous, and then, fearing to go farther—not knowing what lay before—they had to retrace25 their steps and search for a more gradual descent. Now crossing a level patch that raised their hopes, inclining them to believe that they had reached the bottom of the valley; anon coming suddenly upon a steep ascent26 that dashed their hopes, and induced them to suppose they had turned in the wrong direction, and were re-ascending instead of descending the mountain. All the time Jacky slept like a top, and George, being a sturdy fellow, carried him without a murmur27. Several times Fred tried to make him give up his burden, but George was inexorably obstinate28. So they plodded on till nearly midnight.
“Is that a house?” said Fred, stopping short, and pointing to a dark object just in front of them. “No, it’s a lake.”
“Nonsense, it’s a mountain.”
A few more steps, and Fred recoiled29 with a cry of horror. It was a precipice full a hundred feet deep—the dark abyss of which had assumed such varied30 aspects in their eyes!
Each step was an act fraught32 with danger, anxiety, and calculation. Whether they should step knee-deep into a hole full of water, or trip over a rounded mass of solid turf, was a matter of absolute uncertainty33 until the step was taken.
“Oh that we had only a gleam of moonshine,” said Lucy with a sigh. Moonshine! How often had George in the course of his life talked with levity34, almost amounting to contempt, of things being “all a matter of moonshine!” What would he not have given to have had only a tithe35 of the things which surrounded him at that time converted into “moonshine!”
“What is it?”
“Hallo!”
“What now?”
Everyone was overjoyed. They all gazed at it long and earnestly, and unitedly came to the conclusion that it was the loch—probably at the distance of a mile or so. Pushing forward with revived spirits, they came upon the object of their hopes much sooner than had been anticipated. In fact, it was not more than two hundred yards distant. A wild yell of laughter mingled38 with despair burst from Fred as the lake galloped39 away in the shape of a white horse! The untravelled reader may possibly doubt this. Yet it is a fact that a white horse was thus mistaken for a distant lake!
The revulsion of feeling was tremendous. Everyone sighed, and Mr Sudberry groaned40, for at that moment the thought of poor Peter recurred41 to his mind. Yet there remained a strange feeling of kindliness42 in the breast of each towards that white horse. It was an undeniable proof of the existence of animal life in those wild regions, a fact which the deep solitude of all around had tempted43 them madly to doubt—unknown even to themselves. Besides, it suggested the idea of an owner to the horse; and by a natural and easy process of reasoning they concluded that the owner must be a human being, and that, when at home, he probably dwelt in a house. What more probable than that the house was even then within hail?
Acting44 on the idea, Mr Sudberry shouted for two minutes with all his might, the only result of which was to render himself extremely hoarse45. Then George tried it, and so did Fred, and Jacky awoke and began to whimper and to ask to be let down. He also kicked a little, but, being very tired, soon fell asleep again.
“You must let me carry him now!” said Fred.
“I won’t!”
Fred tried force, but George was too strong for him, so they went on as before, Lucy leaning somewhat heavily on her father’s arm.
Presently they heard the sound of water. It filled them with mitigated46 joy and excitement, on the simple principle that anything in the shape of variety was better than nothing. A clap of thunder would have raised in their depressed47 bosoms48 a gleam of hope. A flash of lightning would have been a positive blessing49. Mr Sudberry at once suggested that it must be a stream, and that they could follow its course—wade down its bed, if necessary—till they should arrive at “something!” Foolish man! he had been long enough in the Highlands by that time to have known that to walk down the bed of a mountain-burn was about as possible as to walk down the shaft50 of a coal-mine. They came to the edge of its banks, however, and, looking over, tried to pierce its gloom. There was a pale gleam of white foam—a rumbling51, rustling52 sound beneath, and a sensation of moisture in the atmosphere.
“It rains!” said Mr Sudberry.
“I rather think it’s the spray of a fall!” observed George.
Had Mr Sudberry known the depth of the tremendous gulf53 into which he was peering, and the steep cliff on the edge of which he stood, he would have sprung back in alarm. But he did not know—he did not entertain the faintest idea of the truth so he boldly, though cautiously, began to clamber down, assisting Lucy to descend24.
Man, (including woman), knows not what he can accomplish until he tries. Millions of glittering gold would not have induced any member of that party to descend such a place in the dark, had they known what it was—yet they accomplished54 it in safety. Down, down they went!
“Dear me, when shall we reach the foot? We must be near it now.”
No, they were not near it; still down they went, becoming more and more alarmed, yet always tempted on by the feeling that each step would bring them to the bottom.
“What a noise the stream makes! why, it must be a river!”
No, it was not a river—it was a mere55 burn; quite a little burn, but—what then? Little men are always fussier56 and noisier than big men; little boys invariably howl more furiously than big boys. Nature is full of analogies; and little streams, especially mountain streams, always make more ado in finding their level than big rivers.
They got down at last, and then they found the stream rushing, bursting, crashing among rent and riven rocks and boulders57 as if it had gone furiously mad, and was resolved never more to flow and murmur, but always to leap and roar. It was impassable; to walk down its banks or bed was impossible, so the wanderers had to re-ascend the bank, and roam away over black space in search of another crossing. They soon lost the sound in the intricacies of cliffs and dells, and never again found that stream. But they found a narrow path, and Fred announced the discovery with a cheer. It was an extremely rugged path, and appeared to have been macadamised with stones the size of a man’s head. This led them to suspect that it must be a ditch, not a path; but it turned out to be the dry bed of a mountain-torrent—dry, at least, as regards running water, though not dry in respect of numerous stagnant58 pools, into which at various times each member of the party stepped unintentionally. It mattered not—nothing could make them wetter or more miserable59 than they were—so they thought. They had yet to learn that the thoughts of men are forever misleading them, and that there is nothing more certain than the uncertainty of all human calculations.
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kindliness
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hoarse
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