Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Volume 15, No. 88, April, 1875Various
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Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Volume 15, No. 88, April, 1875
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Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- Periodicals
"You may think it was unkind in me to let him run the risk of losing
his place, but what was I to do? I could not submit to stay at the
station like a vagabond, and I could not find my way alone. So,
without allowing him time to change his mind, I set out. The road
was bad and the night dark; the lantern threw a circle of light
around us, but all beyond was impenetrable; still, the hope of
shelter at the end made the walk agreeable to me. We
stumbled along in silence, and by and by heard the barking of dogs
that always heralds a night approach to a village. The first house
that greeted my eyes had the welcome signboard swinging before it,
and above its lintel a bush. It was a tiny place, but it was a
refuge, and I felt quite cheerful as I requested the old tar to
knock.
"He did so, and the sound echoed and re-echoed, but there was no
response.
"'Again,' I said, and 'again,' and 'again,' with no better result.
It was anything but encouraging.
"'They cannot hear, they are asleep: take up a stone and beat the
door. You must awaken them.'
"He obediently picked up a stone, and there followed a noise like
thunder. I should not have been surprised to see the wee house tilt
over and lie down on its side under the force of the blows. Now a
gruff voice called out, 'What do you want?'
"'Lodging.'
"'We have no room for any one: go away.'
"'Tell him I must stay,' And with the help of my prompting the old
fellow put my case in the most persuasive light possible, but,
although we talked and knocked with perseverance, the owner of the
voice neither appeared, nor would he vouchsafe us another answer.
One might have thought the house had been suddenly enchanted.
"'It is of no use--of no use whatever: they will not open,' finally
said my exhausted companion.
"'Is there no other inn here?'
"'No: you will have to return.'
"'Then you must take me to Creil.'
"'That I can't do. I have been away too long already: there is a
freight-train expected, and I must see that the track is clear. We
must go back;' and he turned resolutely and led the way.
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