The MS. in a Red BoxHamilton, John A. (John Arthur)
History
The MS. in a Red Box
Hamilton, John A. (John Arthur)
Axholme, Isle of (England) -- History -- Fiction
It is an island of gravelly limestone, surrounded by a sea of bog, soft
as sponge and full of water, on which I should not have ventured,
although I knew the course to take, but for my present peril. For nine
months of the year, Lindholme was then as much cut off from the rest of
the world as if it had been a lonely rock in mid-ocean, for ever beaten
by stormy waves. In the winter it was accessible by flat-bottomed
boats, and during a hard frost one might walk over, or go on skates.
The islet is about three-quarters of a mile long and an eighth of a
mile wide. Toward the northern end it rises into a small hill, near
the foot of which there is a spring of clear, sweet water. How it
comes to pass that there is such a spring, when all the water in the
bog around it is as brown as October ale, I do not understand. At the
time of which I write, a grove of oaks grew north of the hill, and a
pretty thick plantation of willows and alders occupied the southern
tongue of the island. The hermit inhabited a stud-bound house with
three rooms, roughly but curiously furnished. A little way off stood a
row of buildings--three low hovels of stone and half a dozen wooden
huts of different sizes. Here lived the hermit's servants--a man and
his wife and their son, a big lad of sixteen or seventeen years of age.
Here, too, were kept the hermit's farm-stock--a small bull and four
cows, a dozen sheep, and a large number of poultry.
Bland, or rather his man and boy, cultivated abut one half of the soil
of his domain with plough and spade, getting amazingly heavy crops of
corn and pulse.
The hermit was of middle stature, perhaps five feet eight inches,
strongly built, not remarkable but for his face, which was strangely
irregular, as though it had not been finished in the making. His nose
was not to be described as Roman, or aquiline, or by any term commonly
used in speaking of that feature. A child might make one like it in
modelling a face in clay. His mouth was large, the lower lip hanging.
The eyebrows projected far over his eyes, which had a peculiar look,
due, as one found on close observation, to the fact that the pupil of
one was of a bluish grey and that of the other almost black. His
abundant dark hair and great beard were streaked with silver.
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