'The mountains that infold
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'Father, where are you going?' cried Peggy one morning, sliding down the banisters in her hurry to see why her father was pulling out his great fishing-basket from the cupboard under the stairs.
'Up to Llyn y Gaer, little woman, to look after the sheep. I shall stay all night at the cottage, so you won't see me home again till to-morrow evening.'
'Oh, Father!' cried Peggy, flinging her arms round his neck in her most beguiling3 manner, 'couldn't you take Bobby and me with you this time? We have never been once yet, and you can't think how much we want to go.'
'Why, my dear child, I don't know whether you could manage it. Remember, it is an eight-mile walk, and all uphill, and such a rough place when you get there. I am afraid I should have you both crying for Aunt Helen when bedtime came!'
'Indeed we shouldn't; we're not babies!' insisted Peggy, greatly indignant at such a suggestion. 'We can walk quite as well as grown-up people, and carry[98] our own baskets. Oh, Daddy, dear, do, do please take us just this once!'
'The hut's hardly fit for a girl,' said Mr. Vaughan doubtfully, beginning to relent to Peggy's coaxings.
'Well, you've called me a tomboy often enough, so let me be a boy for to-day. Oh, Auntie, do be a darling, and persuade Father to say yes!'
Aunt Helen paused on her way from the pantry to the dining-room, with a dish of ham in one hand and a pound of butter in the other.
'I really think they might go,' she said, 'if you don't walk too fast for them, Robert. The weather has been so hot that it must be quite dry up there, so I hardly think they would catch cold in the cottage. But they must promise to behave properly, and not to get into any mischief5. I can't spare Lilian to-day, or she might have gone to look after them.'
'Oh, thank you! Of course we'll promise!' cried Peggy, clapping her hands, and flying off in the seventh heaven of joy to inform Bobby of the delightful6 prospect7, nearly upsetting Nancy and the breakfast-tray in her mad career, and causing that worthy8 girl to wish devoutly9 that schools had no holidays.
Mr. Vaughan owned some land high up on the mountains, across the border, in Wales. He had a little rough shepherd's hut there, just sufficient to form a shelter at night-time, and every now and then he would make an expedition to look after his sheep, or the tiny shaggy ponies10 which were turned out loose to wander almost wild upon the moors11.
To go with Father upon one of these mountain excursions had been the dream of Peggy and Bobby's lives, so it was with very gay faces that, their fishing-baskets full of provisions slung12 over their shoulders, and old[99] Rover trotting13 soberly behind, they started off on their eight-mile tramp up the hillside.
It was such a lovely summer morning, one of those brilliant, glorious days when the world looks as if it had been newly created, and came to us with a whiff of Paradise about it. Down in the village the cottage gardens were ablaze14 with flowers, and even old Ephraim had forgotten his rheumatism15, and crawled out to bask2 in the hot sunshine on the low wall, and called out a friendly 'Good-marnin'!' as the children went by. Past the forge, whence the cheery chink, chink of the blacksmith's hammer came mingled16 with the refrain of a stirring melody from a good bass17 voice; under the spreading yew-trees of the churchyard, and out through the lych-gate to the old mill, where the great wheel was turning slowly round, its dripping blades gleaming bright in the sunshine; up the steep path through the little hazel-wood, scrambling18 over the ladder-like stile into the narrow lane that ran ever uphill towards the mountains, which loomed19 before them, rugged20 in outline, and shaded in a mist of purple blue. The hedgerows had given place to stone walls now, loosely built without any mortar21, and with green ferns and pennywort growing in the crevices22, and forget-me-nots in the ditch below. On and up, on and up, with the great blue hills always rising higher before them, till at length even the stone walls vanished, and they were on the bare moorland, with only a slight foot-track for a road.
Quite out of breath with scrambling after Father's long strides, the children begged for mercy, and sat down to rest for a few minutes and eat their lunch by the side of a little quick-running stream.
'It is a good place for a halt,' said Father, 'for it is the boundary between England and Wales. When we[100] are over the border we shall all be Taffies instead of John Bulls.'
The air was sweet and cool up there, delightfully23 refreshing24 after the hot climb uphill. Below them the country lay stretched out like a map, the fields looking no larger than the squares of a chess-board, and the village a pretty child's toy by the side of the river which wound, a mere25 silver thread, along the valley. Far in the distance, among the trees, the outline of the Abbey rose gray against the background of soft beeches26; a little dark cloud, the only one in the whole expanse of clear blue sky, hung over it like a warning of distant danger, and Father sighed as he looked, for to him it appeared as if the shadow of ruin were already creeping near, and stretching a threatening hand over the old home.
But Peggy and Bobby were at the very high-tide of happiness. Children live so entirely27 in the present, that so long as the existing day brings joy, they literally28 take no thought for the morrow, and catching29 their infectious spirits, Mr. Vaughan shook off his forebodings, and joined in the delight of the moment as if he were a boy once more. He hunted in the brook30 for sedges, captured a Red Admiral to grace Bobby's collection, filled his pockets with sweet gale31 and asphodel for Lilian's dried vases, and made himself such a delightful companion that the children agreed that Father on a holiday was out and out the best playmate they knew.
'Come, we must be getting on!' he said at last, when the last piece of bread-and-butter had vanished, and the remains32 had been scattered33 for the fishes. 'Do you see that little farm nestling in the hollow, with the fir-trees behind it? That is our last link with civilization. We shall find no more human habitations until[101] we reach our hut by the lake, so we must make the most of our opportunity, and buy some milk as we pass. They will lend us a can, and we can leave it as we return to-morrow.'
The farm proved, on a nearer acquaintance, to be a little one-storey dwelling35 built of rough stones, with a roof so covered with a mass of green polypody fern as to completely hide the slate36 underneath37. There was no garden, only a low wall on which the milk-cans and most of the family crockery seemed to be taking an airing; but a patch of potatoes and a scanty38 half-acre of oats lay beyond the little homestead, roughly railed off to keep out the marauding sheep.
Peggy, who always liked to be first and foremost, ran on before the others to ask for the milk, and was greeted by a furious barking from a collie-dog who guarded the doorstep, while a small, shock-headed girl peeped shyly from behind the shelter of his rough back. At the sight of a stranger she fled with a howl, for visitors were almost unknown on these heights, and the child was as wild as a young rabbit. Her cry of alarm brought out a woman, who kicked the dog yelping39 into the house, and looked at Peggy with as much curiosity as if she were the inhabitant of another world.
'Please can you let us have some milk?' asked Peggy politely.
'Dim Saesneg,' replied the woman, shaking her head, which, being interpreted, means, 'I can't speak English.'
For once Peggy was at a loss, but Father soon came to the rescue, for he had picked up a little Welsh in his expeditions on the mountains, and readily made the woman understand, in her native tongue, what they required.
[102]The little black cow with the long horns looked strange to eyes accustomed to the large red and white cows at the Abbey, but her milk seemed sweet and good, and the woman sang a song in Welsh while she milked it, to a strange, haunting kind of melody that, like most of the Celtic music, had a touch of sadness and pathos40 about it.
'Ask her if she ever comes down to Gorswen, and how they get food up here,' whispered Peggy to Father, anxious to be initiated41 into the mysteries of life among the moors.
'We don't go down more than once a fortnight or so for flour and groceries,' was the translated reply. 'Then we bring it up on the donkey's back. Oh yes, we walk ourselves all the way. What do we live on mostly? Bread and bacon, oatmeal and potatoes, and a few eggs. It's a healthy life, but terribly cold in winter. No, I've never been inside Gorswen Church. We go to a little chapel42 up here. A preacher walks over from Llanelly when they can spare one. Lonely? Not a bit! When you have the cows and the pigs and the hens and the children to see to you've no time to feel lonely!'
She looked pleased, however, to have had an opportunity for a chat, and gave them a very hearty43 good-bye as they took the milk-can and set off again on their long tramp. When the little farm was out of sight, they seemed indeed to have left the world behind them, and to be all alone among the hills. Oh, the boundless44 delight of those rolling miles of heather, which looked like a crimson45 sea spreading onward46 towards the horizon, and the delicious smell of the sweet-gale as they trod it underfoot! Great flocks of plovers47 flew before them, screaming their 'pee-wit, pee-wit!' and here and there they roused a snipe or[103] a woodcock, while wild little ponies scampered48 off like the wind, indignant at having their solitude49 disturbed.
The path ran for fully4 a mile over a bog50, and the children had to follow very closely in Father's footsteps to keep a safe track over the soft, spongy surface, for Joe had told them dark tales of pedlars, travelling from Llanrhos to Gorswen, who had sunk into those treacherous51 brown pools and been heard of no more.
At last, coming over a little rise, they saw in the distance the gleaming outline of a lake, looking like a patch of silver amongst the heather.
'Look!' cried Mr. Vaughan. 'That is Llyn y Gaer. We shall be there in half an hour.'
This was good news to Peggy and Bobby, who were beginning to think that the fishing-baskets were very heavy on their backs, and that it was the longest eight miles they had ever imagined, so they hurried after Father, who made haste now, to make up for the many halts upon the road, for the afternoon was wearing on, and there was much to be done before night. Close beside the lake, on a flat piece of grass sheltered under a high cliff, stood the shepherd's hut, a small one-roomed shanty52 of rough stones piled up without either mortar or plaster, and roofed with a few tree-trunks covered with turf and heather. The tiny window was hardly a foot square, and had no glass in it, and a beautiful root of parsley fern grew luxuriantly on the sill, while all the crevices of the walls seemed full of lichens53, bound together by the crimson stems of the creeping pellitory.
Father unlocked the weather-beaten door, and the children rushed in with much excitement. They saw a low room with a raftered roof, rough whitewashed54 walls, and an earthen floor. The whole of one side was occupied by a great fireplace, with a chimney so[104] wide that, looking up, you could see the sky above. Grate there was none, and the fire must burn on the hearth-stone, but a good stack of dry peat and heather stood in the ingle nook, evidently left ready for use. A table, a chair, and two boxes were all the furniture, while a few cups, plates, and knives, together with a frying-pan, a kettle, and a pair of bellows55, made up the rest of the modest establishment.
'Isn't it fun?' said Peggy, putting down her heavy basket with a sigh of relief.
'I should just think so!' replied Bobby, roaming round to explore, and wondering whether it would be possible to climb up the wide chimney and peep out through the top.
'To work! To work!' cried Father. 'We have no time to be idle if you want any tea! Bobby, take the kettle, and fill it from the stream outside; and Peggy, you can get some of those peats, and help me to light the fire.'
Father had a newspaper and a box of matches in his pocket, so, with the help of the dry heather, they soon had a glowing red blaze, and swung the kettle on a hook, fastened to the end of a long chain, which hung, in true Welsh fashion, from a great beam fixed56 across the chimney.
'Now, while the water boils,' said Mr. Vaughan, 'we must go and pull heather for our beds, before the dew begins to fall upon it. Come along, my two subalterns, this is camp life, and you must learn to bivouac like true soldiers.'
'"The heath this night must be my bed,
The bracken's curtain for my head,"'
sang Peggy, who had been studying the 'Lady of the Lake' at school, and quoted it on all occasions. 'But[105] we ought not to have a hut at all. We should just wrap ourselves in our plaids, and lie under the "silent stars."'
'I prefer a roof over my head myself,' said Father dryly. 'But if you are so anxious to taste the romantic you may sleep in the cold outside. I'm afraid I haven't a plaidie to offer you.'
'I'm sure a heather bed will be stunning57!' declared Bobby. 'I don't think I shall ever want sheets and nightshirts, and horrid58 things of that sort, again. I'd like to be a hunter when I grow up, and always live in tents, and caves, and jolly places, like the boys in books.'
'It's just like the Swiss Family Robinson, only ever so much nicer,' said Peggy. 'I wish we lived up here, and then we shouldn't need to go to school, and darn stockings, and do all kinds of things we hate!'
They pulled great armfuls of the delicious purple heather, and laid them on the floor close to the fire, for Father said it was chilly59 at nights after the sun had gone down, and they would need all the warmth they could get. The kettle was boiling noisily by this time, so the children hastened to set out the cups and plates. There was no table-cloth, but that did not matter in the least, and the absence of teaspoons60 was regarded as rather an advantage than otherwise. It was so quaint34 to sit right inside the chimney corner, and smell the delicious blue peat smoke that was curling its way to the turf roof overhead, and to look out through the open doorway61 at the silver lake, sending gentle ripples62 over the little sandy beach, and always the purple waste of heather beyond, with the mountains rising up, tier after tier, into the dim distance.
There never were such appetites. Peggy poured out, with a grand air, as if she were officiating at some[106] Court ceremony. Aunt Helen's hard-boiled eggs and bread-and-butter disappeared like magic, and the little teapot was filled again and again, till there was no more water left in the kettle.
'Bobby, you simply must stop!' said Father. 'Please to remember our supplies have to last us for breakfast and lunch to-morrow. If we eat up everything so fast, we shall be obliged to go hungry before we get home again. Now I am going out to look after the sheep, and I shall leave you to clear away and wash up. If I bring you camping out up here, you must be my orderlies, and do the work. I generally put the cups into the pool outside.'
'All right,' said Peggy and Bobby, rattling63 the tea-things into the big fishing-basket with a haste calculated to break anything but the stout64 blue enamel65 ware66 which Aunt Helen had thoughtfully provided, and racing67 outside to the little stream which flowed past the cottage into the lake.
The bank shelved in one place, so as to form a shallow basin, and here the children tilted68 in their load, sitting down on the heather for a few minutes to wait until the running water had washed them clean.
'Take care they are not washed away into the lake!' shouted Father after them. 'And keep up the fire while I am gone. I shall be in before dark.'
And he went off for a weary tramp over the hills, with old Rover following closely at his heels.
'I wish we could have brought Rollo,' said Bobby. 'I don't believe he would have driven the sheep all the wrong way, in spite of what Father says. David had to tie him up in the stable, so that he shouldn't follow us.'
'I know he'll miss us dreadfully, poor darling!'[107] said Peggy. 'I hope Lilian won't forget to give him his biscuit to-night. I asked Nancy to remember Prickles, and Joe promised to feed the rabbits; and if Jack69 doesn't get his supper he'll scold so dreadfully outside the kitchen door that someone is sure to hear him. Oh, Bobby! I saw a fish in the pool just then. I have two pins in my jacket, and a long piece of string in my pocket. Don't you think we could make hooks and lines, and catch some to surprise Father when he comes back? There are lots of worms in the bank.'
The tea-things were hastily collected from the stream, and the amateur anglers set to work with much enthusiasm but no success, for the fish absolutely declined to bite, in spite of the tempting70 bait, and lay sulkily under the stones at the bottom of the pool. It was growing quite dark before Father returned, and I think, though neither of them would have confessed it, the children were both rather relieved to hear his cheery whistle outside the door, for it was just a little eerie71 sitting by the peat fire in that lonely cottage, without a sound to break the vast silence, and the knowledge that the nearest human habitation lay fully three miles away; and Bobby had already asked Peggy if she believed in ghosts, and whether it was true what Joe had told him that the lights you sometimes see at night hovering72 over a bog are the souls of children who have never been baptized; and though Peggy had professed73 to laugh at the supernatural, she did not feel quite so brave as she pretended, and found little cold shivers stealing down her back when the wind rose suddenly, and began to wail74 round the cottage like a hungry creature waiting to be let in.
'I don't know what you young folks are,' said Mr. Vaughan, 'but I'm dog-tired, and we had better go to bed, for I want to be up with the sun to-morrow.'
[108]The children were disposed to agree with him, so, simply pulling off their boots, they lay down in their clothes on the piles of fragrant75 heather, while Father threw thick bundles of it over them to serve instead of blankets. Heather makes one of the most delicious beds in the world. It is so soft, and yet so springy, and the purple blossom smells so sweet, that one could scarcely wish to lie easier.
Father and Bobby were asleep in two minutes, but Peggy lay awake for a long time, watching the shadows of the peat fire flicker76 upon the rough beams of the roof, till at length fire and heather merged77 into a dreamland kingdom, where she was walking with Rollo upon the clouds, and fishing teacups out of a flowing sea below.
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