The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties (Volume 4 of 5)Burney, Fanny
History
The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties (Volume 4 of 5)
Burney, Fanny
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Refugees -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Refugees -- Fiction; War stories
Thus, for the first early hours of the morning, she journeyed on, nearly
unnoticed, and wholly unmolested. Every one, like herself, alert to
proceed, and impressed with the value of time, because using it to
advantage, pursued his own purpose, without leisure or thought to
trouble himself with that of his neighbour.
Five times she had already counted the friendly mile-stone, since she
had quitted Romsey: one mile only remained to be trodden, ere she
reached the New Forest; but that mile was replete with obstacles, to
which its five sisters had been strangers.
It was now noon; and a gentle breeze, which hitherto had fanned her
passage, and wafted to her refreshment, suddenly ceased its playful
benignity; chaced to a distance by the burning rays of a vertical sun,
just bursting forth with meridianal fire and splendour; and dispersing
the flying clouds which, in obstructing its refulgence, had softened its
intenseness.
This quick change of temperature, operating, materially, like an
effective change of climate, annihilated, for the moment, all the
strength of Juliet; who, as yet, from the freshness of the morning air,
the vivacity of mental courage, had been a stranger of fatigue.
Upon looking around, to seek a spot where she might obtain a few
instants' rest, and some passing succour; she observed that the road,
but just before so busily peopled, appeared to be abruptly forsaken. The
labourers were no longer working at the high ways, or at the hedges; the
harvest-men were vanished; the market-women were gone; the road retained
merely here and there an idle straggler; and the fields exhibited only a
solitary boy, left to frighten away the birds.
A sensation nearly of famine with which next, from long fasting, joined
to vigourous exercise in the open air, she felt assailed, soon pointed
out to her that the cause of this general desertion was the rural hour
of repast.
Initiated, now, by her own exertions, in the necessity both of support,
and of rest, she, too, felt that this was the hour of nature for
recruit. But where stop? and how procure sustenance with safety and
prudence?
She looked about for some cottage, and was not long ere she found one;
but, upon begging for a glass of water from a husbandman, who was
standing upon the threshold, he answered that she should have it, if she
would pay him with a kiss.
She walked on to another; but some men were smoaking at the door, and
she had not courage to make her demand.
At a third, she was disconcerted, by a familiar invitation to partake of
a cup of cyder.
She now resolved to make no further application but to females; since
countrymen, even those who are freest from any evil designs, are almost
all either gross or facetious.
Women, however, at this hour, were not easily met with; they were
within, preparing their meals, or cleaning their platters, and feeding
their poultry, rabbits, or pigs.
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