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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His Bucephalus, thus left to his own devices, happened to perceive a gap
in the boundaries of the high road, which particularly caught his eye,
as it not a little resembled the approach to the race-course. He turned
in accordingly on a rugged piece of moorland, and looked about him. Nor
right, nor left, nor straight before, offered other prospect than a wide
extent of close cropped sod, plentifully sprinkled with loose stones, and
diversified here and there by pools of water and patches of heath; the
horizon every where the only visible boundary; while on the extreme edge
of this monotonous waste, the just risen sun stood in lonely majesty.
Uninteresting as all this may appear, it seemed to please Bucephalus
mightily: he made wide his nostrils, snuffed the morning air, twice
swung his neck, to try the length of his rein, and then set out at full
speed. The road, or rather path he took, pursued a gradual ascent for
some time, when suddenly the spirited animal stopped short and snorted,
on which, Edmund perceived that he had reached the brow of a hill, or
rather edge of a precipice; whence, looking down an abrupt and wooded
descent, a valley presented itself, far below, possessing a species of
beauty in some respects peculiar to the spot. A small river or rivulet,
ran close beneath the overhanging cliffs which formed the opposite side
of the valley. Its stream varied in breadth; its banks were rugged and
irregular, while its course frequently divided and reunited, forming many
of the most picturesque spots, into little islets. On most of these, as
well as on many projecting points of the bank, stood, what, from this
distance at least, had the appearance of ruined towers: some round, some
square, all moss grown; some bearing small trees on their summits, and
in the crevices of their sides, and almost all having their own large
old tree or trees, standing close to them. The grassy carpet of the
vale was of a green peculiarly vivid. The opposite cliffs were thickly
wooded in every aperture; while, here and there, smooth brows of good
pasture land, dotted with grazing cattle, appeared on their summits. The
valley at one end opened on an extent of flat country, terminated by a
distant chain of mountains; at the other it admitted a view of the sea,
discernible between two bold headlands, the furthest and highest of which
was crowned by a single tower, that appeared destined to reign over all
those more humbly situated in the vale beneath. Tempted by the beauty of
the prospect, though not sufficiently acquainted with the country to know
where he now was, Edmund directed his horse to take a rather dangerous
looking, very narrow road, which by running along the side of the
precipice, lessened the steepness of the footing, while it promised to
lead him into the midst of the region he had thus been for some moments
contemplating.
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