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32 wyseby: a legend
the gaunt hills look down upon them. Now upon the
litter of the wounded, as a pall, their shadows rest,
and gloomy presentiments darken the souls of the
train. Now dark presentiments vanish, for the moon,
laughing down, discloses the mountains again, defy-
ing Death and Time, and in their terrible strength
exulting — twin brothers of Eternity. Still onward
they fare. 'Tis an hour past midnight. Weary,
weary miles are past. They follow cautiously the
course of a brawling rivulet. Now they strike from
its banks, — they struggle 'mid tall fern and stunted
brushwood. " Hush ! " cried Edith. They stood
before the entrance of a rude cavern. The soldiers
kneel low ; with difficulty they bear the litter along.
" Now stop," cried Edith ; " here rest your charge.
Bravely have ye performed your task." All is dark.
On the solid floor the litter rests. Edith moves about
as if it were noon- day. Flint and steel are near.
Dry timber is found. A few minutes, and a ruddy
blaze eddies round, revealing the ample bounds and
grotesque structure of the cavern. Partly formed
by Nature, and partly by the labour of man, that
cavern rose high and stretched broad as the hall of
the proudest baron. In its ample bounds brave
hearts had found homes, and plans had grown upon
thinking souls there, which die not, — nay, in the
slow fulfilment of which we live and move. Beyond
that large hall several small apartments were scooped
out, and there leaf-couches were spread, with their
coverings of shaggy skins.
the gaunt hills look down upon them. Now upon the
litter of the wounded, as a pall, their shadows rest,
and gloomy presentiments darken the souls of the
train. Now dark presentiments vanish, for the moon,
laughing down, discloses the mountains again, defy-
ing Death and Time, and in their terrible strength
exulting — twin brothers of Eternity. Still onward
they fare. 'Tis an hour past midnight. Weary,
weary miles are past. They follow cautiously the
course of a brawling rivulet. Now they strike from
its banks, — they struggle 'mid tall fern and stunted
brushwood. " Hush ! " cried Edith. They stood
before the entrance of a rude cavern. The soldiers
kneel low ; with difficulty they bear the litter along.
" Now stop," cried Edith ; " here rest your charge.
Bravely have ye performed your task." All is dark.
On the solid floor the litter rests. Edith moves about
as if it were noon- day. Flint and steel are near.
Dry timber is found. A few minutes, and a ruddy
blaze eddies round, revealing the ample bounds and
grotesque structure of the cavern. Partly formed
by Nature, and partly by the labour of man, that
cavern rose high and stretched broad as the hall of
the proudest baron. In its ample bounds brave
hearts had found homes, and plans had grown upon
thinking souls there, which die not, — nay, in the
slow fulfilment of which we live and move. Beyond
that large hall several small apartments were scooped
out, and there leaf-couches were spread, with their
coverings of shaggy skins.
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Description | A selection of almost 400 printed items relating to the history of Scottish families, mostly dating from the 19th and early 20th centuries. Includes memoirs, genealogies and clan histories, with a few produced by emigrant families. The earliest family history goes back to AD 916. |
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