Herriott tradition claimed that early French pioneers had here destroyed
an Indian fort, and that their rude hunting lodge was succeeded by a
missionary station, where a semi-circular excavation in the rock had
served as oratory; in proof whereof an old wooden cross, partly gilded
with tarnished, tattered gold leaf, still hung in the small stone cave
that once echoed the antiphony of Latin chants, and held forever in its
mossy crannies subtle, spicy survivals of sanctifying incense. Sheltered
on the north by hills, clothed with vineyards along their southern face,
the courtyard and shrubbery nestled close to the rocks, but eastward
stretched wide fields and level meadows bounded by dense woods rising on
steep uplands, blue in the distance; and south lay a garden of olden
time, with primly boxed beds, walks hedged with lilacs, snow-balls,
glistening rhododendrons, and masses of roses that ran riot to the foot
of a high enclosing stone wall, where a shining mantle of ivy climbed to
match its verdure with the velvet of hills that here circled like a
clasping arm, reaching from far-away forests to the lake margin. The
courtyard was so nearly on a level with the rear of the house that only
three shallow steps were needed for entrance, and at this spot the range
of color had been exhausted by masses of lilies, irises, peonies, and
foliage plants--so brilliant that in the summer sunshine benignant
nature seemed to have paved the place with a flawless prism.
On the morning after the arrival of Mr. Herriott's guests, breakfast had
been served on the long, arcaded piazza, where stood three circular
tables, each bright and fragrant from central piles of flowers and
fruit. At the middle one Mr. Herriott sat with Eglah and Judge Kent,
around that on his left were Miss Katrina Manning--an aunt of Noel's
mother--Professor Cleveden, and Eliza Mitchell, and grouped at his right
were Beatrix Roberts, a cousin of Miss Manning's, Dana Stapleton of New
York, and Roger Hull, the young congressman from a northwestern State,
whose devotion to Eglah had long been undisguised.
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