Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXX, No. 5, May 1847 — John Shaqi
Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXX, No. 5, May 1847Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXX, No. 5, May 1847
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
He was well-mounted on a horse that seemed adapted, by its mingled blood
and bone, to bide the shock of armies, and caparisoned with demipique
and holsters, as became the war-steed of an officer. Nor did the rider’s
dress, though not what we should now call military, contradict the
inferences that would be drawn from the charger’s make and
accoutrements; for in his steeple-crowned slouched beaver he wore a
single long black feather, and across the left breast of his velvet
jerkin a baldrick of blue silk, sustaining a sword of heavier and more
war-like fabric than the court rapiers of the day—the baldrick and the
feather indicating a partisan of the king, as clearly as the sword and
war-horse showed that he was bound on some longer and more perilous
adventure than a ride through rich green meadows and among flowery
hedge-rows.
He rode quite alone, however, which was at that day something unusual;
for the custom of going forth accompanied by several armed servants or
retainers, even in times of profound peace, was still prevalent among
men of any pretension to gentle birth, and such, unless every indication
of natural appearance, gentle bearing, and free demeanor failed, was
evidently this young cavalier.
The sun was perhaps still an hour high, and the skies were filled with
rich yellow lustre, while all the face of the green country was
checkered with bright gleams and massive shadows, according as the level
rays streamed gayly over the open fields, or were intercepted by the
undulations of the ground, the frequent clumps of trees and patches of
dark woodland, or the thick hawthorn hedges which diversified that
pleasant landscape, when the lane which the young man followed began to
rise rapidly over the eastern slope of a steep hill or down, the summit
of which, a bare wild sheep-pasture, cut clear and solid against the
rich gleam of the sunset heavens.
Here, for the first time, the youth raised his eyes, and after casting a
rapid glance over the evening skies, as if to read the hour in the
fading hues of day, checked his horse with the curb, and touching him at
the same time lightly with the spur, cantered up the ascent with more
animation in his air than he had hitherto displayed, and with a slight
gesture of impatience, as if at the unexpected lateness of the hour.
A few minutes rapid riding brought him to the edge of the bare down,
which was in fact a mere ridge, with but a few level yards at the
summit, beyond these, sinking down almost precipitately into a singular
lap or basin of land, nearly circular in form, and about two miles in
diameter, walled in as it were from the external world, on every side,
by tall, bare, grassy downs, treeless and bleak, without a sign of human
habitation or of human culture, and limiting the range of the eye to
that narrow and cheerless horizon.
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