The Merry Men, and Other Tales and FablesStevenson, Robert Louis
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The Merry Men, and Other Tales and Fables
Stevenson, Robert Louis
Boys -- Fiction; Great Britain -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction; Paranormal fiction; Treasure troves -- Fiction
Meanwhile I gained rapidly in health. The residencia stood on the crown
of a stony plateau; on every side the mountains hemmed it about; only
from the roof, where was a bartizan, there might be seen between two
peaks, a small segment of plain, blue with extreme distance. The air in
these altitudes moved freely and largely; great clouds congregated
there, and were broken up by the wind and left in tatters on the
hilltops; a hoarse, and yet faint rumbling of torrents rose from all
round; and one could there study all the ruder and more ancient
characters of nature in something of their pristine force. I delighted
from the first in the vigorous scenery and changeful weather; nor less
in the antique and dilapidated mansion where I dwelt. This was a large
oblong, flanked at two opposite corners by bastion-like projections,
one of which commanded the door, while both were loopholed for
musketry. The lower storey was, besides, naked of windows, so that the
building, if garrisoned, could not be carried without artillery. It
enclosed an open court planted with pomegranate trees. From this a
broad flight of marble stairs ascended to an open gallery, running all
round and resting, towards the court, on slender pillars. Thence again,
several enclosed stairs led to the upper storeys of the house, which
were thus broken up into distinct divisions. The windows, both within
and without, were closely shuttered; some of the stone-work in the
upper parts had fallen; the roof, in one place, had been wrecked in one
of the flurries of wind which were common in these mountains; and the
whole house, in the strong, beating sunlight, and standing out above a
grove of stunted cork-trees, thickly laden and discoloured with dust,
looked like the sleeping palace of the legend. The court, in
particular, seemed the very home of slumber. A hoarse cooing of doves
haunted about the eaves; the winds were excluded, but when they blew
outside, the mountain dust fell here as thick as rain, and veiled the
red bloom of the pomegranates; shuttered windows and the closed doors
of numerous cellars, and the vacant arches of the gallery, enclosed it;
and all day long the sun made broken profiles on the four sides, and
paraded the shadow of the pillars on the gallery floor. At the ground
level there was, however, a certain pillared recess, which bore the
marks of human habitation. Though it was open in front upon the court,
it was yet provided with a chimney, where a wood fire would he always
prettily blazing; and the tile floor was littered with the skins of
animals.
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