Kit2, all bluff3 and hardened with the cold, went on manfully; and, having enough to do to keep his blood circulating, to picture to himself the happy end of this adventurous4 journey, and to look about him and be amazed at everything, had little spare time for thinking of discomforts5. Though his impatience6, and that of his fellow-travellers, rapidly increased as the day waned7, the hours did not stand still. The short daylight of winter soon faded away, and it was dark again when they had yet many miles to travel.
As it grew dusk, the wind fell; its distant moanings were more low and mournful; and, as it came creeping up the road, and rattling8 covertly9 among the dry brambles on either hand, it seemed like some great phantom10 for whom the way was narrow, whose garments rustled11 as it stalked along. By degrees it lulled12 and died away, and then it came on to snow.
The flakes13 fell fast and thick, soon covering the ground some inches deep, and spreading abroad a solemn stillness. The rolling wheels were noiseless, and the sharp ring and clatter14 of the horses’ hoofs15, became a dull, muffled16 tramp. The life of their progress seemed to be slowly hushed, and something death-like to usurp17 its place.
Shading his eyes from the falling snow, which froze upon their lashes18 and obscured his sight, Kit often tried to catch the earliest glimpse of twinkling lights, denoting their approach to some not distant town. He could descry19 objects enough at such times, but none correctly. Now, a tall church spire20 appeared in view, which presently became a tree, a barn, a shadow on the ground, thrown on it by their own bright lamps. Now, there were horsemen, foot-passengers, carriages, going on before, or meeting them in narrow ways; which, when they were close upon them, turned to shadows too. A wall, a ruin, a sturdy gable end, would rise up in the road; and, when they were plunging21 headlong at it, would be the road itself. Strange turnings too, bridges, and sheets of water, appeared to start up here and there, making the way doubtful and uncertain; and yet they were on the same bare road, and these things, like the others, as they were passed, turned into dim illusions.
He descended22 slowly from his seat — for his limbs were numbed23 — when they arrived at a lone24 posting-house, and inquired how far they had to go to reach their journey’s end. It was a late hour in such by-places, and the people were abed; but a voice answered from an upper window, Ten miles. The ten minutes that ensued appeared an hour; but at the end of that time, a shivering figure led out the horses they required, and after another brief delay they were again in motion. It was a cross-country road, full, after the first three or four miles, of holes and cart-ruts, which, being covered by the snow, were so many pitfalls25 to the trembling horses, and obliged them to keep a footpace. As it was next to impossible for men so much agitated26 as they were by this time, to sit still and move so slowly, all three got out and plodded27 on behind the carriage. The distance seemed interminable, and the walk was most laborious28. As each was thinking within himself that the driver must have lost his way, a church bell, close at hand, struck the hour of midnight, and the carriage stopped. It had moved softly enough, but when it ceased to crunch29 the snow, the silence was as startling as if some great noise had been replaced by perfect stillness.
‘This is the place, gentlemen,’ said the driver, dismounting from his horse, and knocking at the door of a little inn. ‘Halloa! Past twelve o’clock is the dead of night here.’
The knocking was loud and long, but it failed to rouse the drowsy30 inmates31. All continued dark and silent as before. They fell back a little, and looked up at the windows, which were mere32 black patches in the whitened house front. No light appeared. The house might have been deserted33, or the sleepers35 dead, for any air of life it had about it.
They spoke36 together with a strange inconsistency, in whispers; unwilling37 to disturb again the dreary38 echoes they had just now raised.
‘Let us go on,’ said the younger brother, ‘and leave this good fellow to wake them, if he can. I cannot rest until I know that we are not too late. Let us go on, in the name of Heaven!’
They did so, leaving the postilion to order such accommodation as the house afforded, and to renew his knocking. Kit accompanied them with a little bundle, which he had hung in the carriage when they left home, and had not forgotten since — the bird in his old cage — just as she had left him. She would be glad to see her bird, he knew.
The road wound gently downward. As they proceeded, they lost sight of the church whose clock they had heard, and of the small village clustering round it. The knocking, which was now renewed, and which in that stillness they could plainly hear, troubled them. They wished the man would forbear, or that they had told him not to break the silence until they returned.
The old church tower, clad in a ghostly garb39 of pure cold white, again rose up before them, and a few moments brought them close beside it. A venerable building — grey, even in the midst of the hoary40 landscape. An ancient sun-dial on the belfry wall was nearly hidden by the snow-drift, and scarcely to be known for what it was. Time itself seemed to have grown dull and old, as if no day were ever to displace the melancholy41 night.
A wicket gate was close at hand, but there was more than one path across the churchyard to which it led, and, uncertain which to take, they came to a stand again.
The village street — if street that could be called which was an irregular cluster of poor cottages of many heights and ages, some with their fronts, some with their backs, and some with gable ends towards the road, with here and there a signpost, or a shed encroaching on the path — was close at hand. There was a faint light in a chamber42 window not far off, and Kit ran towards that house to ask their way.
His first shout was answered by an old man within, who presently appeared at the casement43, wrapping some garment round his throat as a protection from the cold, and demanded who was abroad at that unseasonable hour, wanting him.
‘‘Tis hard weather this,’ he grumbled44, ‘and not a night to call me up in. My trade is not of that kind that I need be roused from bed. The business on which folks want me, will keep cold, especially at this season. What do you want?’
‘I would not have roused you, if I had known you were old and ill,’ said Kit.
‘Old!’ repeated the other peevishly45. ‘How do you know I am old? Not so old as you think, friend, perhaps. As to being ill, you will find many young people in worse case than I am. More’s the pity that it should be so — not that I should be strong and hearty46 for my years, I mean, but that they should be weak and tender. I ask your pardon though,’ said the old man, ‘if I spoke rather rough at first. My eyes are not good at night — that’s neither age nor illness; they never were — and I didn’t see you were a stranger.’
‘I am sorry to call you from your bed,’ said Kit, ‘but those gentlemen you may see by the churchyard gate, are strangers too, who have just arrived from a long journey, and seek the parsonage-house. You can direct us?’
‘I should be able to,’ answered the old man, in a trembling voice, ‘for, come next summer, I have been sexton here, good fifty years. The right hand path, friend, is the road. — There is no ill news for our good gentleman, I hope?’
Kit thanked him, and made him a hasty answer in the negative; he was turning back, when his attention was caught by the voice of a child. Looking up, he saw a very little creature at a neighbouring window.
‘What is that?’ cried the child, earnestly. ‘Has my dream come true? Pray speak to me, whoever that is, awake and up.’
‘Poor boy!’ said the sexton, before Kit could answer, ‘how goes it, darling?’ ‘Has my dream come true?’ exclaimed the child again, in a voice so fervent47 that it might have thrilled to the heart of any listener. ‘But no, that can never be! How could it be — Oh! how could it!’
‘I guess his meaning,’ said the sexton. ‘To bed again, poor boy!’
‘Ay!’ cried the child, in a burst of despair. ‘I knew it could never be, I felt too sure of that, before I asked! But, all to-night, and last night too, it was the same. I never fall asleep, but that cruel dream comes back.’
‘Try to sleep again,’ said the old man, soothingly48. ‘It will go in time.’
‘No no, I would rather that it staid — cruel as it is, I would rather that it staid,’ rejoined the child. ‘I am not afraid to have it in my sleep, but I am so sad — so very, very sad.’
The old man blessed him, the child in tears replied Good night, and Kit was again alone.
He hurried back, moved by what he had heard, though more by the child’s manner than by anything he had said, as his meaning was hidden from him. They took the path indicated by the sexton, and soon arrived before the parsonage wall. Turning round to look about them when they had got thus far, they saw, among some ruined buildings at a distance, one single solitary49 light.
It shone from what appeared to be an old oriel window, and being surrounded by the deep shadows of overhanging walls, sparkled like a star. Bright and glimmering50 as the stars above their heads, lonely and motionless as they, it seemed to claim some kindred with the eternal lamps of Heaven, and to burn in fellowship with them.
‘What light is that!’ said the younger brother.
‘It is surely,’ said Mr Garland, ‘in the ruin where they live. I see no other ruin hereabouts.’
‘They cannot,’ returned the brother hastily, ‘be waking at this late hour —’
Kit interposed directly, and begged that, while they rang and waited at the gate, they would let him make his way to where this light was shining, and try to ascertain51 if any people were about. Obtaining the permission he desired, he darted52 off with breathless eagerness, and, still carrying the birdcage in his hand, made straight towards the spot.
It was not easy to hold that pace among the graves, and at another time he might have gone more slowly, or round by the path. Unmindful of all obstacles, however, he pressed forward without slackening his speed, and soon arrived within a few yards of the window. He approached as softly as he could, and advancing so near the wall as to brush the whitened ivy53 with his dress, listened. There was no sound inside. The church itself was not more quiet. Touching54 the glass with his cheek, he listened again. No. And yet there was such a silence all around, that he felt sure he could have heard even the breathing of a sleeper34, if there had been one there.
A strange circumstance, a light in such a place at that time of night, with no one near it.
A curtain was drawn55 across the lower portion of the window, and he could not see into the room. But there was no shadow thrown upon it from within. To have gained a footing on the wall and tried to look in from above, would have been attended with some danger — certainly with some noise, and the chance of terrifying the child, if that really were her habitation. Again and again he listened; again and again the same wearisome blank.
Leaving the spot with slow and cautious steps, and skirting the ruin for a few paces, he came at length to a door. He knocked. No answer. But there was a curious noise inside. It was difficult to determine what it was. It bore a resemblance to the low moaning of one in pain, but it was not that, being far too regular and constant. Now it seemed a kind of song, now a wail56 — seemed, that is, to his changing fancy, for the sound itself was never changed or checked. It was unlike anything he had ever heard; and in its tone there was something fearful, chilling, and unearthly.
The listener’s blood ran colder now than ever it had done in frost and snow, but he knocked again. There was no answer, and the sound went on without any interruption. He laid his hand softly upon the latch57, and put his knee against the door. It was secured on the inside, but yielded to the pressure, and turned upon its hinges. He saw the glimmering of a fire upon the old walls, and entered.
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bluff
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adventurous
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phantom
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flakes
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muffled
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lashes
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pitfalls
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plodded
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crunch
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garb
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peevishly
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ascertain
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