BARBARA LYNN A TALE OF THE DALES AND FELLS BY EMILY JENKINSON AUTHOR OF "SILVERWOOL," "THE SOUL OF UNREST." "An enduring soul have the Fates given unto men."--_ILIAD._ LONDON EDWARD ARNOLD 1914 [_All Rights Reserved_] CONTENTS PART I I. THE LONELY STEADING IN THE DALE 3 II. THE SISTERS 15 III. PETER FLEMING 32 IV. THE SHIELD OF ACHILLES 48 V. THE WAKING OF THE HOLY WELL 62 VI. JOEL'S DARKNESS 77 VII. MIDNIGHT 93 VIII. JOEL GOES AWAY 107 IX. PETER AT OXFORD 117 X. KETEL'S PARLOUR 127 XI. THE BACK-END 139 XII. SIX WHITE HORSES AND A COACH 152 XIII. JOEL TAKES THE LONG TRAIL 165 PART II XIV. BARBARA AND PETER 175 XV. MORNING AT THE SHEPHERDS' MEET 191 XVI. JOEL'S RETURN TO THE DALE 202 XVII. THE WRESTLING MATCH 214 XVIII. BY THE CRESSET'S LIGHT 225 XIX. THE SHEPHERD'S REST 237 XX. THE SPELL OF THUNDERGAY 248 XXI. THE CALL 257 XXII. THE TRYST AT GIRDLESTONE PASS 266 XXIII. A PATHWAY OF FIRE 277 XXIV. WINTER 287 XXV. BARBARA COUNTS THE GOLD 297 EPILOGUE 309 BARBARA LYNN PART I CHAPTER I THE LONELY STEADING IN THE DALE Barbara Lynn looked up the dale. Thundergay glimmered through the green twilight with his hoary head under the Pole star, and his feet in the wan waters of a tarn. His breath was the North wind. Barbara put up the shutters and turned to an old woman, who was propped against the pillows of a four-post bed. It stood in the full light of a turf fire, and looked like a ship with its sails furled. "I'll bid you good-night and good rest, great-granny," said the girl. The old woman was watching her with keen eyes--eyes so bright that they glittered under her shaggy brows. "Do you ever waken o' nights?" she asked. Barbara laughed and shook her head. "Nay, I sleep from dark to dawn. But I'd hear you, great-granny, if you called. I've ears like a mountain hare." "Aye, aye, rest's for the young, restlessness for the old. I lie awake thinking o' the days gone by. But you've no memories worth minding yet, my lass. Wait till you're my age--ninety-six come Michaelmas."