To-day heavy moorland vapours wrapped Newtake in ghostly raiment, yet no
forlorn emotions clouded the survey of those who now wandered about the
lifeless farm. In the mind of one, here retracing the course of her
maidenhood, this scene, if sad, was beautiful. The sycamores, whose
brown spikes had burst into green on a low bough or two, were the trees
she loved best in the world; the naked field on the hillside, wherein a
great stone ring shone grey through the silver arms of the mist,
represented the theatre of her life's romance. There she had stolen
oftentimes to her lover, and in another such, not far distant, had her
son been born. Thoughts of little sisters rose in the naked kitchen,
with the memory of a flat-breasted, wild-eyed mother, who did man's
work; of a father, who spoke seldom and never twice--a father whose
heavy foot upon the threshold sent his children scuttling like rabbits
to hidden lairs and dens. She remembered the dogs; the bright gun-barrel
above the chimney-piece; the steam of clothes hung to dry after many a
soaking in "soft" weather; the reek of the peat; the brown eyes and
steaming nostrils of the bullocks, that sometimes looked through the
kitchen window in icy winter twilights, as though they would willingly
change their byres for the warmth within.
Mrs. Blanchard enjoyed the thought that her son should reanimate these
scenes of her own childhood; and he, burning with energy and zeal, and
not dead to his own significance as a man of money, saw promises of
prosperity on either hand. It lay with him, he told his heart, to win
smiling fatness from this hungry region. Right well he knew how it came
about that those who had preceded him had failed, missed their
opportunities, fooled themselves, and flung away their chances.
Evidences of their ignorance stared at him from the curtains of the
mist, but he knew better; he was a man who had thought a bit in his time
and had his head screwed on the right way, thank God. These facts he
poured into his mother's ear, and she smiled thoughtfully, noted the
changes time had wrought, and indicated to him those things the landlord
might reasonably be expected to do before Will should sign and seal.
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