First Love: A Novel. Vol. 3 of 3Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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First Love: A Novel. Vol. 3 of 3
Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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She looked anxiously round for some human habitation, but could discover
nothing indicative of cultivation or of life, except that almost at the
verge of the horizon, as well as at a considerable distance from each
other, she descried three great fires, close to each of which arose a
single round tower, with a large mound beside it. Gradually, the party
seemed to be approaching nearer and nearer to one of these towers. Julia
could at length distinguish dark figures, moving between her sight and
the light of the fire, which light had from the first rendered the tower
a conspicuous object. She felt a slight sensation of hope revive within
her, but determined to make no attempt to call for assistance, till
certain that she was near enough to be heard, lest her cries should be
forcibly stifled as they had been at first. They now arrived close to
the tower and fire. Figures (but alas! too like those in whose hands she
already was,) moved on the top of the mound, around a circle which yet
none seemed to enter. Slight as was the hope which the sight of such
beings could inspire, Julia now cried for help. The figures on the mound
immediately whirled their caps in the air, huzzaed, and as the wild
sound died away, broke into brutal laughter.
Julia became instantly silent as death. Her principal conductor
dismounting, lifted her from the horse, and taking a firm grasp of her
arm, dragged her up the mound. It seemed formed of some loose material,
which gave way under her feet, and brought her to her knees more than
once.
Arrived at the top, Julia perceived that she stood on the edge of a
circular opening or pit, which, from the dark vacuum that met the eye,
appeared bottomless. She shrunk back, and clung, as if for protection,
even to the ruffian who had led her to its verge.
At this moment, a huge dark object passed through the air over their
heads with a swinging motion, and then descended over the mouth of the
pit. It was a black formless machine, hollow within, and suspended from
above by chains. The stranger lifted Julia from her feet, placed her
in it, then stepped in himself, and it instantly began to descend. He
stood firmly and still held her arm, that, as she too was obliged to
stand, she might not by the motion lose her balance. With an involuntary
impulse of terror, she looked over the side of the machine; all below was
darkness. With a despairing gaze she raised her eyes, and fixed them on
the round aperture above. It appeared to lessen every moment, while the
voices of those they had left on the brink grew fainter and fainter. They
continued descending, and at length, a confused hum arose from below.
They descended still, and gradually, the mingled din increased both in
loudness and distinctness, till the clanking of chains and strokes of
hammers could be distinguished, through shrieks, yells, and coarse wild
laughter.
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