First Love: A Novel. Vol. 2 of 3Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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First Love: A Novel. Vol. 2 of 3
Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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After dinner preparations were made for a sail on the lake. Edmund
observed Lord Borrowdale, from the moment they left the house, eagerly
secure to himself the care of Julia. He, however, walked on the other
side. But Lady Susan, passing them as they arrived at the place of
embarkation, ran on the gang-board alone; then, stopping half way in
alarm, and balancing herself with difficulty, yet refusing the aid of the
bargemen, she called on Captain Montgomery for his assistance, declaring
he was the only person who understood boats, and that she should not
consider herself safe in any other hands. The gallant Captain could not
disobey the summons, nor, having obeyed it, avoid continuing his especial
protection to the lady; while Henry coming up at the moment, drew
Julia’s arm over his with all the freedom of cousinship. The boats, after
crossing the lake, coasted along beneath the shade of trees, which hung
from the steep rocks almost into the water, while the bare mountain tops,
towering far above, were canopied by the heavens, and again reflected in
the clear lake, where yet another sky appeared as far beneath.
“This—this is the spot!” exclaimed Mr. Jackson, “to try the effect of the
echoes.” They had arrived, as he spoke, opposite the opening to a little
valley. A chain of stupendous mountains arose on either side, and one of
a conical form, partly shrouded in a white mist which had rolled up from
the lake, terminated the far perspective.
The rowers lay on their oars, and the French-horns commenced an air.
Immediately, a gigantic voice from within the steep side of the nearest
mountain took it up; the next joined in, and the next; but each less
loud, till the receding echoes, in journeying round the lake, reached
rugged Borrowdale: there they seemed broken off for some seconds; but
soon a distant clamour arose, as proceeding from the thousand mountain
tops of that desolate region: the sounds were flung further and nearer,
then succeeded each other more rapidly, then became slower in their
repeats. At length they came forth again, and continued travelling
round the lake on the opposite side; but now, increasing in loudness as
they once more approached the boats, and loudest when they reached the
mountain which formed the second portal to the little valley already
described, and in front of the opening to which the boats still lay. Then
fainter, and fainter notes proceeded up the vale, and, at length, at its
furthest extremity, died away altogether.
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