"Further on, the ground heaved itself into a chaotic confusion.
Stony heaps swelled up here and there, naked, black, and barren:
the huge bones of the earth protruded themselves through her
skin. Shattered rocks arose, sprinkled with bushes, and smoke
curled up from what looked like mere heaps of rubbish, but which
were in reality human habitations. Long dry grass hissed and
rustled in the wind on their roofs, (which were sunk by-places,
as if falling in;) and pits of reeking filth seemed placed
exactly to prevent access to some of the low doors; while to
others, a few stepping-stones made that access only possible.
Here the two riders stopped, and hurriedly tying their steeds to
an elder-bush, disappeared in one of the cabins.
"The heron slowly sailed on to the place of its regular roost.
Let us follow it.
"Far different was this scene to those the bird had left. Lofty
trees darkened the steep slopes of a fine river. Rich meadows
lay at the feet of woods and stretched down to the stream. Herds
of cattle lay on them, chewing their cuds after the plentiful
grazing of the day. The white walls of a noble house peeped, in
the dusk of night, through the fertile timber which stood in
proud guardianship of the mansion; and broad winding walks gave
evidence of a place where nature and art had combined to form a
paradise. There were ample pleasure-grounds. Alas! the grounds
around the cabins over which the heron had so lately flown, might
be truly styled pain-grounds.
"Within that home was assembled a happy family. There was the
father, a fine-looking man of forty. Proud you would have deemed
him, as he sate for a moment abstracted in his cushioned chair;
but a moment afterward, as a troop of children came bursting into
the room, his manner was instantly changed into one so pleasant,
so playful, and so overflowing with enjoyment, that you saw him
only as an amiable, glad, domestic man. The mother, a handsome
woman, was seated already at the tea-table; and, in another
minute, sounds of merry voices and childish laughter were mingled
with the jocose tones of the father, and the playful accents of
the mother; addressed, now to one, now to another of the youthful
group.
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