Corse de Leon; or, The Brigand: A Romance. Volume 1 (of 2)James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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Corse de Leon; or, The Brigand: A Romance. Volume 1 (of 2)
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
France -- History -- Henry II, 1547-1559 -- Fiction
Such was the scene towards the northeast: but it was evident that the
fallen masses had not yet firmly fixed themselves in the position which
they were probably to bear for ages afterward. From time to time a rock
rolled over, but slowly, making its way down into the valley with
increasing speed, sometimes pausing and fixing itself in a new bed part
of the way down. None of these, however, in their descent, reached the
spot where Bernard de Rohan stood, for he was at least three hundred
yards from the base of the mountain which had thus been produced during
the night. As it came down, indeed, the immense body had been
accompanied by the fall of large masses of stone, which were scattered
on all sides, so that the green bosom of the valley--which, on the
preceding day, had been carpeted by soft and equal turf, only broken
here and there by a tall tree, or clumps of shrubs and bushes, or else
by large fantastic lumps of rock or stone, fallen immemorial ages
before, and clothed by the hand of time with lichens or creeping
plants--was now thickly spotted with fresh fragments, which from space
to space had shivered the trees in their descent, and in other places
was soiled with long tracks of various-coloured earths, which had
showered down like torrents as the great mass descended farther on.
The stream, swollen, turbid, and furious, was rushing on amid the rocks
in the middle of the valley; but the traces of where it had lately been
evidently showed that it was rapidly decreasing in volume, and had
already much diminished. Bernard de Rohan traced it up with his eye to
the spot where it descended from the hill, crossing the road, which ran
along the top of a steep bank on the opposite side. The cataract through
which he had forced his horse the night before was there visible, and
still showed a large column of rushing water, though it, too, was
greatly lessened. This waterfall, however, gave the young cavalier some
mark by which to judge of the distances; and he found that he must have
been carried down the stream nearly three hundred yards before he
recovered himself and got to land. He thus perceived how near the chief
mass of falling mountain must have passed to the spot where he had been
standing, and he felt that the detached rock, which had struck his horse
and cast him down into the stream before the whole fell, had probably
saved his life.
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