The twelve adventurers, and other storiesBrontë, Charlotte
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The twelve adventurers, and other stories
Brontë, Charlotte
English fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, English
After having viewed the scene some time the stranger rose, and beckoned
Ernest to follow him. This he did, until he came to a particular
part of the rocks where was seen a profound cavern. This the stranger
entered, and Ernest felt himself impelled to enter too. The track
seemed to incline downwards, and as they went deeper and deeper they
soon lost sight of the upper world, and not a ray of light appeared
to illumine the thick darkness around them. At length a faint grey
dawn became visible, and at the same instant a warm and gentle breeze
stole past them which softened the cold raw air of the cave. Anon
they began to behold branches of trees waving above them, and saw
that they trod upon a smooth and velvety turf. In a short time, by
the aid of the increasing light, they perceived that they were in
a deep gloomy forest, which, as they advanced, gradually thinned
into a pleasant shady wood, becoming more beautiful as they passed
on, until at last it assumed the appearance of a delightful grove.
From this they soon emerged into an open and graceful country. A
wide plain was stretched before them, covered with the most enchanting
verdure. Graceful trees sprang out of the earth bearing delicious
fruits of a perfect transparency; others rose to a great height,
casting down their branches laden with white blossoms, and dark flourishing
leaves. Crystal fountains, that fell with a murmuring noise, were
seen glittering through bowers of roses and tall lilies. The melody
of a thousand birds was heard from groves of myrtle and laurel which
bordered a river whose waters glided through the plain. Arching rocks
of diamond and amethyst, up which plants of immortal verdure crept,
sparkled in the light and lent variety to the lovely prospect. The
plain was bounded by hills, some of which rose majestically to the
heavens, covered with vines and pomegranates, while others only gently
swelled upon the sight, and then sank into calm and peaceful valleys.
Over all this scene hung an atmosphere of crystal clearness. Not
one fleecy cloud sullied the radiant sky; not one wreath of mist
floated over the brows of the distant mountains. The whole land lay
in stainless purity, arrayed in a robe of spiritual and unearthly
light.
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