John Willet, left alone in his dismantled1 bar, continued to sit staring about him; awake as to his eyes, certainly, but with all his powers of reason and reflection in a sound and dreamless sleep. He looked round upon the room which had been for years, and was within an hour ago, the pride of his heart; and not a muscle of his face was moved. The night, without, looked black and cold through the dreary2 gaps in the casement3; the precious liquids, now nearly leaked away, dripped with a hollow sound upon the floor; the Maypole peered ruefully in through the broken window, like the bowsprit of a wrecked4 ship; the ground might have been the bottom of the sea, it was so strewn with precious fragments. Currents of air rushed in, as the old doors jarred and creaked upon their hinges; the candles flickered5 and guttered6 down, and made long winding-sheets; the cheery deep-red curtains flapped and fluttered idly in the wind; even the stout8 Dutch kegs, overthrown9 and lying empty in dark corners, seemed the mere10 husks of good fellows whose jollity had departed, and who could kindle11 with a friendly glow no more. John saw this desolation, and yet saw it not. He was perfectly12 contented13 to sit there, staring at it, and felt no more indignation or discomfort14 in his bonds than if they had been robes of honour. So far as he was personally concerned, old Time lay snoring, and the world stood still.
Save for the dripping from the barrels, the rustling15 of such light fragments of destruction as the wind affected16, and the dull creaking of the open doors, all was profoundly quiet: indeed, these sounds, like the ticking of the death-watch in the night, only made the silence they invaded deeper and more apparent. But quiet or noisy, it was all one to John. If a train of heavy artillery17 could have come up and commenced ball practice outside the window, it would have been all the same to him. He was a long way beyond surprise. A ghost couldn’t have overtaken him.
By and by he heard a footstep — a hurried, and yet cautious footstep — coming on towards the house. It stopped, advanced again, then seemed to go quite round it. Having done that, it came beneath the window, and a head looked in.
It was strongly relieved against the darkness outside by the glare of the guttering18 candles. A pale, worn, withered19 face; the eyes — but that was owing to its gaunt condition — unnaturally20 large and bright; the hair, a grizzled black. It gave a searching glance all round the room, and a deep voice said:
‘Are you alone in this house?’
John made no sign, though the question was repeated twice, and he heard it distinctly. After a moment’s pause, the man got in at the window. John was not at all surprised at this, either. There had been so much getting in and out of window in the course of the last hour or so, that he had quite forgotten the door, and seemed to have lived among such exercises from infancy21.
The man wore a large, dark, faded cloak, and a slouched hat; he walked up close to John, and looked at him. John returned the compliment with interest.
‘How long have you been sitting thus?’ said the man.
John considered, but nothing came of it.
‘Which way have the party gone?’
Some wandering speculations22 relative to the fashion of the stranger’s boots, got into Mr Willet’s mind by some accident or other, but they got out again in a hurry, and left him in his former state.
‘You would do well to speak,’ said the man; ‘you may keep a whole skin, though you have nothing else left that can be hurt. Which way have the party gone?’
‘That!’ said John, finding his voice all at once, and nodding with perfect good faith — he couldn’t point; he was so tightly bound — in exactly the opposite direction to the right one.
‘You lie!’ said the man angrily, and with a threatening gesture. ‘I came that way. You would betray me.’
It was so evident that John’s imperturbability23 was not assumed, but was the result of the late proceedings24 under his roof, that the man stayed his hand in the very act of striking him, and turned away.
John looked after him without so much as a twitch25 in a single nerve of his face. He seized a glass, and holding it under one of the little casks until a few drops were collected, drank them greedily off; then throwing it down upon the floor impatiently, he took the vessel26 in his hands and drained it into his throat. Some scraps27 of bread and meat were scattered28 about, and on these he fell next; eating them with voracity29, and pausing every now and then to listen for some fancied noise outside. When he had refreshed himself in this manner with violent haste, and raised another barrel to his lips, he pulled his hat upon his brow as though he were about to leave the house, and turned to John.
‘Where are your servants?’
Mr Willet indistinctly remembered to have heard the rioters calling to them to throw the key of the room in which they were, out of window, for their keeping. He therefore replied, ‘Locked up.’
‘Well for them if they remain quiet, and well for you if you do the like,’ said the man. ‘Now show me the way the party went.’
This time Mr Willet indicated it correctly. The man was hurrying to the door, when suddenly there came towards them on the wind, the loud and rapid tolling31 of an alarm-bell, and then a bright and vivid glare streamed up, which illumined, not only the whole chamber32, but all the country.
It was not the sudden change from darkness to this dreadful light, it was not the sound of distant shrieks34 and shouts of triumph, it was not this dread33 invasion of the serenity35 and peace of night, that drove the man back as though a thunderbolt had struck him. It was the Bell. If the ghastliest shape the human mind has ever pictured in its wildest dreams had risen up before him, he could not have staggered backward from its touch, as he did from the first sound of that loud iron voice. With eyes that started from his head, his limbs convulsed, his face most horrible to see, he raised one arm high up into the air, and holding something visionary back and down, with his other hand, drove at it as though he held a knife and stabbed it to the heart. He clutched his hair, and stopped his ears, and travelled madly round and round; then gave a frightful36 cry, and with it rushed away: still, still, the Bell tolled37 on and seemed to follow him — louder and louder, hotter and hotter yet. The glare grew brighter, the roar of voices deeper; the crash of heavy bodies falling, shook the air; bright streams of sparks rose up into the sky; but louder than them all — rising faster far, to Heaven — a million times more fierce and furious — pouring forth38 dreadful secrets after its long silence — speaking the language of the dead — the Bell — the Bell!
What hunt of spectres could surpass that dread pursuit and flight! Had there been a legion of them on his track, he could have better borne it. They would have had a beginning and an end, but here all space was full. The one pursuing voice was everywhere: it sounded in the earth, the air; shook the long grass, and howled among the trembling trees. The echoes caught it up, the owls39 hooted40 as it flew upon the breeze, the nightingale was silent and hid herself among the thickest boughs41: it seemed to goad42 and urge the angry fire, and lash43 it into madness; everything was steeped in one prevailing44 red; the glow was everywhere; nature was drenched45 in blood: still the remorseless crying of that awful voice — the Bell, the Bell!
It ceased; but not in his ears. The knell46 was at his heart. No work of man had ever voice like that which sounded there, and warned him that it cried unceasingly to Heaven. Who could hear that hell, and not know what it said! There was murder in its every note — cruel, relentless47, savage48 murder — the murder of a confiding49 man, by one who held his every trust. Its ringing summoned phantoms50 from their graves. What face was that, in which a friendly smile changed to a look of half incredulous horror, which stiffened51 for a moment into one of pain, then changed again into an imploring52 glance at Heaven, and so fell idly down with upturned eyes, like the dead stags’ he had often peeped at when a little child: shrinking and shuddering53 — there was a dreadful thing to think of now!— and clinging to an apron54 as he looked! He sank upon the ground, and grovelling55 down as if he would dig himself a place to hide in, covered his face and ears: but no, no, no,— a hundred walls and roofs of brass56 would not shut out that bell, for in it spoke57 the wrathful voice of God, and from that voice, the whole wide universe could not afford a refuge!
While he rushed up and down, not knowing where to turn, and while he lay crouching58 there, the work went briskly on indeed. When they left the Maypole, the rioters formed into a solid body, and advanced at a quick pace towards the Warren. Rumour59 of their approach having gone before, they found the garden-doors fast closed, the windows made secure, and the house profoundly dark: not a light being visible in any portion of the building. After some fruitless ringing at the bells, and beating at the iron gates, they drew off a few paces to reconnoitre, and confer upon the course it would be best to take.
Very little conference was needed, when all were bent60 upon one desperate purpose, infuriated with liquor, and flushed with successful riot. The word being given to surround the house, some climbed the gates, or dropped into the shallow trench61 and scaled the garden wall, while others pulled down the solid iron fence, and while they made a breach62 to enter by, made deadly weapons of the bars. The house being completely encircled, a small number of men were despatched to break open a tool-shed in the garden; and during their absence on this errand, the remainder contented themselves with knocking violently at the doors, and calling to those within, to come down and open them on peril63 of their lives.
No answer being returned to this repeated summons, and the detachment who had been sent away, coming back with an accession of pickaxes, spades, and hoes, they,— together with those who had such arms already, or carried (as many did) axes, poles, and crowbars,— struggled into the foremost rank, ready to beset64 the doors and windows. They had not at this time more than a dozen lighted torches among them; but when these preparations were completed, flaming links were distributed and passed from hand to hand with such rapidity, that, in a minute’s time, at least two-thirds of the whole roaring mass bore, each man in his hand, a blazing brand. Whirling these about their heads they raised a loud shout, and fell to work upon the doors and windows.
Amidst the clattering65 of heavy blows, the rattling66 of broken glass, the cries and execrations of the mob, and all the din7 and turmoil67 of the scene, Hugh and his friends kept together at the turret-door where Mr Haredale had last admitted him and old John Willet; and spent their united force on that. It was a strong old oaken door, guarded by good bolts and a heavy bar, but it soon went crashing in upon the narrow stairs behind, and made, as it were, a platform to facilitate their tearing up into the rooms above. Almost at the same moment, a dozen other points were forced, and at every one the crowd poured in like water.
A few armed servant-men were posted in the hall, and when the rioters forced an entrance there, they fired some half-a-dozen shots. But these taking no effect, and the concourse coming on like an army of devils, they only thought of consulting their own safety, and retreated, echoing their assailants’ cries, and hoping in the confusion to be taken for rioters themselves; in which stratagem68 they succeeded, with the exception of one old man who was never heard of again, and was said to have had his brains beaten out with an iron bar (one of his fellows reported that he had seen the old man fall), and to have been afterwards burnt in the flames.
The besiegers being now in complete possession of the house, spread themselves over it from garret to cellar, and plied30 their demon69 labours fiercely. While some small parties kindled70 bonfires underneath71 the windows, others broke up the furniture and cast the fragments down to feed the flames below; where the apertures72 in the wall (windows no longer) were large enough, they threw out tables, chests of drawers, beds, mirrors, pictures, and flung them whole into the fire; while every fresh addition to the blazing masses was received with shouts, and howls, and yells, which added new and dismal73 terrors to the conflagration74. Those who had axes and had spent their fury on the movables, chopped and tore down the doors and window frames, broke up the flooring, hewed75 away the rafters, and buried men who lingered in the upper rooms, in heaps of ruins. Some searched the drawers, the chests, the boxes, writing-desks, and closets, for jewels, plate, and money; while others, less mindful of gain and more mad for destruction, cast their whole contents into the courtyard without examination, and called to those below, to heap them on the blaze. Men who had been into the cellars, and had staved the casks, rushed to and fro stark76 mad, setting fire to all they saw — often to the dresses of their own friends — and kindling77 the building in so many parts that some had no time for escape, and were seen, with drooping78 hands and blackened faces, hanging senseless on the window-sills to which they had crawled, until they were sucked and drawn79 into the burning gulf80. The more the fire crackled and raged, the wilder and more cruel the men grew; as though moving in that element they became fiends, and changed their earthly nature for the qualities that give delight in hell.
The burning pile, revealing rooms and passages red hot, through gaps made in the crumbling81 walls; the tributary82 fires that licked the outer bricks and stones, with their long forked tongues, and ran up to meet the glowing mass within; the shining of the flames upon the villains83 who looked on and fed them; the roaring of the angry blaze, so bright and high that it seemed in its rapacity84 to have swallowed up the very smoke; the living flakes85 the wind bore rapidly away and hurried on with, like a storm of fiery86 snow; the noiseless breaking of great beams of wood, which fell like feathers on the heap of ashes, and crumbled87 in the very act to sparks and powder; the lurid88 tinge89 that overspread the sky, and the darkness, very deep by contrast, which prevailed around; the exposure to the coarse, common gaze, of every little nook which usages of home had made a sacred place, and the destruction by rude hands of every little household favourite which old associations made a dear and precious thing: all this taking place — not among pitying looks and friendly murmurs90 of compassion91, but brutal92 shouts and exultations, which seemed to make the very rats who stood by the old house too long, creatures with some claim upon the pity and regard of those its roof had sheltered:— combined to form a scene never to be forgotten by those who saw it and were not actors in the work, so long as life endured.
And who were they? The alarm-bell rang — and it was pulled by no faint or hesitating hands — for a long time; but not a soul was seen. Some of the insurgents93 said that when it ceased, they heard the shrieks of women, and saw some garments fluttering in the air, as a party of men bore away no unresisting burdens. No one could say that this was true or false, in such an uproar94; but where was Hugh? Who among them had seen him, since the forcing of the doors? The cry spread through the body. Where was Hugh!
‘Here!’ he hoarsely95 cried, appearing from the darkness; out of breath, and blackened with the smoke. ‘We have done all we can; the fire is burning itself out; and even the corners where it hasn’t spread, are nothing but heaps of ruins. Disperse97, my lads, while the coast’s clear; get back by different ways; and meet as usual!’ With that, he disappeared again,— contrary to his wont98, for he was always first to advance, and last to go away,— leaving them to follow homewards as they would.
It was not an easy task to draw off such a throng99. If Bedlam100 gates had been flung wide open, there would not have issued forth such maniacs101 as the frenzy102 of that night had made. There were men there, who danced and trampled103 on the beds of flowers as though they trod down human enemies, and wrenched104 them from the stalks, like savages105 who twisted human necks. There were men who cast their lighted torches in the air, and suffered them to fall upon their heads and faces, blistering106 the skin with deep unseemly burns. There were men who rushed up to the fire, and paddled in it with their hands as if in water; and others who were restrained by force from plunging107 in, to gratify their deadly longing108. On the skull109 of one drunken lad — not twenty, by his looks — who lay upon the ground with a bottle to his mouth, the lead from the roof came streaming down in a shower of liquid fire, white hot; melting his head like wax. When the scattered parties were collected, men — living yet, but singed110 as with hot irons — were plucked out of the cellars, and carried off upon the shoulders of others, who strove to wake them as they went along, with ribald jokes, and left them, dead, in the passages of hospitals. But of all the howling throng not one learnt mercy from, or sickened at, these sights; nor was the fierce, besotted, senseless rage of one man glutted111.
Slowly, and in small clusters, with hoarse96 hurrahs and repetitions of their usual cry, the assembly dropped away. The last few red-eyed stragglers reeled after those who had gone before; the distant noise of men calling to each other, and whistling for others whom they missed, grew fainter and fainter; at length even these sounds died away, and silence reigned112 alone.
Silence indeed! The glare of the flames had sunk into a fitful, flashing light; and the gentle stars, invisible till now, looked down upon the blackening heap. A dull smoke hung upon the ruin, as though to hide it from those eyes of Heaven; and the wind forbore to move it. Bare walls, roof open to the sky — chambers113, where the beloved dead had, many and many a fair day, risen to new life and energy; where so many dear ones had been sad and merry; which were connected with so many thoughts and hopes, regrets and changes — all gone. Nothing left but a dull and dreary blank — a smouldering heap of dust and ashes — the silence and solitude114 of utter desolation.
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wrecked
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kindle
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withered
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infancy
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