The old horse, whose hair was of the roughness and color of heather, whose leg-joints, shoulders, and hoofs were distorted by harness and drudgery from colthood-though if all had their rights, he ought, symmetrical in outline, to have been picking the herbage of some Eastern plain instead of tugging here- had trodden this road almost daily for twenty years. Dollery, was rather a movable attachment of the roadway than an extraneous object, to those who knew it well. He mounted and sat beside her, with his feet outside, where they were ever and anon brushed over by the horse's tail. Now at Great Hintock you do see the world a bit." Bedad! I wouldn't live there if they'd pay me to. Dollery, "'tis such a little small place that, as a town gentleman, you'd need have a candle and lantern to find it if ye don't know where 'tis. She assured him that she could-that as she went to Great Hintock her van passed near it-that it was only up the lane that branched out of the lane into which she was about to turn-just ahead. "But though I've been to Great Hintock and Hintock House half a dozen times I am at fault about the small village. "I've been trying to find a short way to Little Hintock this last half-hour, Mrs. He held up his stick at its approach, and the woman who was driving drew rein.
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The vehicle was half full of passengers, mostly women. When it got nearer, he said, with some relief to himself, "'Tis Mrs.
But presently a slight noise of laboring wheels and the steady dig of a horse's shoe-tips became audible and there loomed in the notch of the hill and plantation that the road formed here at the summit a carrier's van drawn by a single horse. Nothing irradiated it to the eye of the magician in character, if not to the ordinary observer, the expression enthroned there was absolute submission to and belief in a little assortment of forms and habitudes.Īt first not a soul appeared who could enlighten him as he desired, or seemed likely to appear that night. It was self-complacent, yet there was small apparent ground for such complacence. A closer glance at his face corroborated the testimony of his clothes. He looked north and south, and mechanically prodded the ground with his walking-stick. The dead men's work that had been expended in climbing that hill, the blistered soles that had trodden it, and the tears that had wetted it, were not his concern for fate had given him no time for any but practical things. It could be seen by a glance at his rather finical style of dress that he did not belong to the country proper and from his air, after a while, that though there might be a sombre beauty in the scenery, music in the breeze, and a wan procession of coaching ghosts in the sentiment of this old turnpike-road, he was mainly puzzled about the way. Alighting into the road from a stile hard by, he, though by no means a "chosen vessel" for impressions, was temporarily influenced by some such feeling of being suddenly more alone than before he had emerged upon the highway. To step, for instance, at the place under notice, from the hedge of the plantation into the adjoining pale thoroughfare, and pause amid its emptiness for a moment, was to exchange by the act of a single stride the simple absence of human companionship for an incubus of the forlorn.Īt this spot, on the lowering evening of a by-gone winter's day, there stood a man who had entered upon the scene much in the aforesaid manner. The contrast of what is with what might be probably accounts for this. The physiognomy of a deserted highway expresses solitude to a degree that is not reached by mere dales or downs, and bespeaks a tomb-like stillness more emphatic than that of glades and pools. At one place, where a hill is crossed, the largest of the woods shows itself bisected by the high-way, as the head of thick hair is bisected by the white line of its parting. Here the trees, timber or fruit-bearing, as the case may be, make the way-side hedges ragged by their drip and shade, stretching over the road with easeful horizontality, as if they found the unsubstantial air an adequate support for their limbs. The rambler who, for old association or other reasons, should trace the forsaken coach-road running almost in a meridional line from Bristol to the south shore of England, would find himself during the latter half of his journey in the vicinity of some extensive woodlands, interspersed with apple-orchards.
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