White Heather: A Novel (Volume 1 of 3)Black, William
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White Heather: A Novel (Volume 1 of 3)
Black, William
Scotland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
Moreover, these were but first and commonplace experiences. For by and
by, when he had again taken his seat to prosecute his journey—and he
found himself the sole occupant of the carriage—the sunrise had widened
into the full splendour of a sunlit day; and as the train sped away to
the north, he, sitting at the window there, and having nothing to do but
examine the new country he was entering, was wholly amazed at the
intensity and brilliancy of the colouring around, and at the
extraordinary vividness of the light. The wide stretches of the Tay
shone like burnished silver; there were yellow straths and fields; and
beech hedges of a rich russet-red; and fir-woods of a deep fresh green;
and still farther away low-lying hills of a soft and ruddy purple,
touched sharp here and there with patches of snow; and over all these a
blue sky as of summer. The moist, warm air that blew in at the window
seemed laden with pine odours; the country women at the small stations
had a fresh pink colour in their cheeks; everywhere a new and glad and
wholesome life seemed to be abroad, and cheerfulness, and rich hues, and
sunlight.
’This is good enough,’ he said to himself. ’This is something like what
I shipped for.’
And so they sped on: through the soft, wide-stretching woods of Murthly,
and Birnam, and Dunkeld; through the shadow and sudden gleams of
Killiecrankie Pass; on by Blair Athol and the banks of the Garry; until,
with slow and labouring breath, the train began to force its way up the
heights of the Grampians, in the lone neighbourhood of the Drumouchter
Forest. The air was keener here; the patches of snow were nearer at
hand; indeed, in some places the line had evidently been cleared, and
large snow banks heaped up on each side. But by and by the motion of
the train seemed to become easier; and soon it was apparent that the
descent had begun; presently they were rattling away down into the wide
and shining valley of Strathspey; and far over there on the west and
north, and keeping guard over the plain, as it were, rose the giant
masses of the Cairngorm Hills, the snow sparkling here and there on
their shoulders and peaks.
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