Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Fantasy literature; Nature -- Juvenile fiction; Self-reliance -- Juvenile fiction
Now one day when they were out together Martin was greatly surprised
and disturbed at a change in his mother. When he spoke to her she was
silent; and by-and-by, drawing a little away, he looked at her with a
fear which increased to a kind of terror, so strangely altered did she
seem, standing motionless, gazing fixedly with wide-open eyes at the
plain beneath them, her whole face white and drawn with a look of rage.
He had an impulse to fly from her and hide himself in some hole in the
rocks from the sight of that pale, wrathful face, but when he looked
round him he was afraid to move from her, for the hill itself seemed
changed, and now looked black and angry even as she did. The ground he
stood on, the grey old stones covered with silvery-white and yellow
lichen and pretty flowery, creeping plants, so beautiful to look at in
the bright sunlight a few moments ago, now were covered with a dull mist
which appeared to be rising from them, making the air around them dark
and strange. And the air, too, had become sultry and close, and the sky
was growing dark above them. Then suddenly remembering all her love and
kindness he flew to her, and clinging to her dress sobbed out, "O
mother, mother, what is it?"
She put her hand on him, then drew him up to her side, with his feet on
the stone she was standing by. "Would you like to see what I see,
Martin?" she asked, and taking the phial from her bosom she rubbed the
white thick liquid on his eye-balls, and in a little while, when the
mistiness passed off, she pointed with her hand and told him to look
there.
He looked, and as on the former occasion, all distant things were
clearly visible, for although that mist and blackness given off by the
hill had wrapped them round so that they seemed to be standing in the
midst of a black cloud, yet away on the plain beneath the sun was
shining brightly, and all that was there could be seen by him. Where he
had once seen a herd of wild cattle he now saw mounted men, to the
number of about a dozen, slowly riding towards the hill, and though they
were miles away he could see them very distinctly. They were dark,
black-bearded men, strangely dressed, some with fawn-coloured cloaks
with broad stripes, others in a scarlet uniform, and they wore
cone-shaped scarlet caps. Some carried lances, others carbines; and they
all wore swords--he could see the steel scabbards shining in the sun. As
he watched them they drew rein and some of them got off their horses,
and they stood for some time as if talking excitedly, pointing towards
the hill and using emphatic gestures.
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