“'Tis the vision of his trance--I saw it with these eyes as I passed
along the high ground above the Dog's Teeth Reef--the reef was well-nigh
bare and naked,” said Hal. “Who is there of us that could tell what the
bottom of the sea looked like? We knew what the simple slopes of the
beach were--the spaces where the tide was wont to ebb and flow over
are known to all; but who before since the world began saw those secret
hidden deeps where the lobsters lurk and crabs half the size of a
man's body--I saw them with these eyes a while agone--and the little
runnels--a thousand of them, I believe, racing through channels in the
slime as if they were afraid to be left behind when the sea was ebbing
out of sight--and the sun turned all into the colour of blood! What does
it all mean, Mr. Wesley--I do not mean the man's trance-dream, but the
thing itself that hath come to pass?”
“We shall go forth and be witnesses of all,” said Wesley.
He was not excited; but this could not be said of his companions; they
betrayed their emotions in various ways. Mr. Hartwell and the miller
were silent and apparently stolid; but the carrier and the smith talked.
Very few minutes sufficed to bring them to the summit of the cliff that
commanded a full view seaward. At high tide the waves just reached
the base of these cliffs, and the furthest ebb only left bare about a
hundred feet of sand and shingle, with large smooth pebbles in ridges
beyond the groins of the out-jutting rocks. But now it was a very
different picture from that of the ordinary ebb that stretched away to
the horizon under the eyes of our watchers.
The sandy breadth, with its many little ribs made by the waves, sloped
into a line of sparse sea weed, tangled tufts of green and brown, and
some long and wiry, and others flat with large and leathery bosses, like
the studs of a shield. But beyond this space the rocks of the sea-bed
began to show, There they were in serrated rows--rocks that had never
before been seen by human eyes. Some lay in long sharp ridges, with
here and there a peak of a miniature mountain, and beyond these lines
of ridges there was a broad tableland, elevated in places and containing
huge hollow basins brimming over with water, out of which every now and
again a huge fish leaped, only to find itself struggling among the thick
weeds. Further away still there was a great breadth of ooze, and then
peak beyond peak of rocks, to which huge, grotesque weeds were clinging,
having the semblance of snakes coiled round one another and dying in
that close embrace.
Looking over these strange spaces was like having a bird's-eye view
of an unexplored country of mountains and tablelands and valleys
intersected by innumerable streams. The whole breadth of sea-bed was
veined with little streams hurrying away after the lost sea, and all the
air was filled with the prattling and chattering that went on through
these channels.
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