A Secret Inheritance (Volume 1 of 3)Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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A Secret Inheritance (Volume 1 of 3)
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Mystery fiction; Sleepwalking -- Fiction
"We arrived at a village on the southwest coast of France, and there
remained for several days. It was a village inhabited by fishermen,
and on one pretext and another, Kristel kept us there. In pursuance of
our promise of obedience we did not demur; and indeed there was much
to interest us in the life of simplicity led by the good-hearted
inhabitants. Their ancestors, for innumerable generations, had lived
there before them, and the quaint and sweet crust of primitiveness lay
upon the natures of the simple people, and invested them with a
peculiar charm. They received us hospitably, and gave us of their
best, freely and willingly. The weather was tempestuous and stormy
when we arrived, and for a week there was no change in it. Fierce
winds swept across the stormy sea, and roared and shrieked along the
coast. This prevented the fishermen from following their usual
avocation, but they were by no means idle. Sails were mended, boats
were caulked and pitched and made sound; then there were the curing
and smoking of fish, the repairing of huts, and all the industry of a
busy leisure. To such as they inaction was worse than death; work,
cheerfully performed, formed the greater part of the pleasure of life.
Often and often have I thought of the sweetness of existence as it
presented itself to me in that ancient village by the sea.
"A dangerous coast it was; and in the distance a lighthouse. Beyond
the lighthouse treacherous silver sands, in which lurked sudden death
when Nature was convulsed with passionate throes; at other times
fairly safe, bathed in peace and beauty. Within the radius of a few
miles many ships had been wrecked, and many a crew engulfed.
"We were young, strong, and in good health, and could afford to laugh
at wind and rain. Wrapped in oilskins lent to us by the fishermen, we
scaled high rocks, round the base of which the waves dashed furiously,
and watched the wondrous effects of the raging tempest. At such times
a man's soul is lifted up as it were. The littleness of the human life
we live assumes its proper and just proportion, and we become sensible
of the divine grandeur of Nature.
"At the end of a week the storm abated, and the sea became calm. When
we arose in the morning the sun was shining upon a scene of loveliness
and peace.
"'We are going to visit the lighthouse,' said Kristel.
"There was a glad and eager light in his eyes, and he was full of
excitement.
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