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After replying to the old man’s greeting he showed no inclination to continue in talk； although they still walked side by side； for the elder traveller seemed to desire pany。 There were no sounds but that of the booming wind upon the stretch of tawny herbage around them； the crackling wheels； the tread of the men； and the footsteps of the two shaggy ponies which drew the van。 They were small； hardy animals； of a breed between Galloway and Exmoor； and were known as “heath…croppers” here。
Now； as they thus pursued their way； the reddleman occasionally left his panion’s side； and； stepping behind the van； looked into its interior through a small window。 The look was always anxious。 He would then return to the old man； who made another remark about the state of the country and so on； to which the reddleman again abstractedly replied； and then again they would lapse into silence。 The silence conveyed to neither any sense of awkwardness； in these lonely places wayfarers； after a first greeting； frequently plod on for miles without speech； contiguity amounts to a tacit conversation where； otherwise than in cities； such contiguity can be put an end to on the merest inclination； and where not to put an end to it is intercourse in itself。
Possibly these two might not have spoken again till their parting； had it not been for the reddleman’s visits to his van。 When he returned from his fifth time of looking in the old man said； “You have something inside there besides your load？”
“Yes。”
“Somebody who wants looking after？”
“Yes。”
Not long after this a faint cry sounded from the interior。 The reddleman hastened to the back； looked in； and came away again。
“You have a child there； my man？”
“No； sir； I have a woman。”
“The deuce you have！ Why did she cry out？”
“Oh； she has fallen asleep； and not being used to traveling； she’s uneasy； and keeps dreaming。”
“A young woman？”
“Yes； a young woman。”
“That would have interested me forty years ago。
Perhaps she’s your wife？”
“My wife！” said the other bitterly。 “She’s above mating with such as I。 But there’s no reason why I should tell you about that。”
“That’s true。 And there’s no reason why you should not。
What harm can I do to you or to her？”
The reddleman looked in the old man’s face。 “Well； sir；” he said at last； “I knew her before today； though perhaps it would have been better if I had not。 But she’s nothing to me； and I am nothing to her； and she wouldn’t have been in my van if any better carriage had been there to take her。”
“Where； may I ask？”
“At Anglebury。”
“I know the town well。 What was she doing there？”
“Oh； not much—to gossip about。 However； she’s tired to death now； and not at all well； and that’s what makes her so restless。 She dropped off into a nap about an hour ago； and ‘twill do her good。”
“A nice…looking girl； no doubt？”
“You would say so。”
The other traveller turned his eyes with interest towards the van window； and； without withdrawing them； said； “I presume I might look in upon her？”
“No；” said the reddleman abruptly。 “It is getting too dark for you to see much of her； and； more than that； I have no right to allow you。 Thank God she sleeps so well； I hope she won’t wake till she’s home。”
“Who is she？ One of the neighbourhood？”
“’Tis no matter who； excuse me。”
“It is not that girl of Blooms…End； who has been talked about more or less lately？ If so； I know her； and I can guess what has happened。”
“’Tis no matter。。。。Now； sir； I am sorry to say that we shall soon have to part pany。 My ponies are tired； and I have further to go； and I am going to rest them under this bank for an hour。”
The elder traveller nodded his head indifferently； and the reddleman turned his horses and van in upon the turf； saying； “Good night。” The old man replied； and proceeded on his way as before。
The reddleman watched his form as it diminished to a speck on the road and became absorbed in the thickening films of night。 He then took some hay from a truss which was slung up under the van； and； throwing a portion of it in front of the horses； made a pad of the rest； which he laid on the ground beside his vehicle。 Upon this he sat down； leaning his back against the wheel。
From the interior a low soft breathing came to his ear。 It appeared to satisfy him； and he musingly surveyed the scene； as if considering the next step that he should take。
To do things musingly； and by small degrees； seemed； indeed； to be a duty in the Egdon valleys at this transitional hour； for there was that in the condition of the heath itself which resembled protracted and halting dubiousness。 It was the quality of the repose appertaining to the scene。 This was not the repose of actual stagnation； but the apparent repose of incredible slowness。 A condition of healthy life so nearly resembling the torpor of death is a noticeable thing of its sort； to exhibit the inertness of the desert； and at the same time to be exercising powers akin to those of the meadow； and even of the forest； awakened in those who thought of it the attentiveness usually engendered by understatement and reserve。
The scene before the reddleman’s eyes was a gradual series of ascents from the level of the road backward into the heart of the heath。 It embraced hillocks； pits； ridges； acclivities； one behind the other； till all was finished by a high hill cutting against the still light sky。 The traveller’s eye hovered about these things for a time； and finally settled upon one noteworthy object up there。 It was a barrow。 This bossy projection of earth above its natural level occupied the loftiest ground of the loneliest height that the heath contained。 Although from the vale it appeared but as a wart on an Atlantean brow； its actual bulk was great。 It formed the pole and axis of this heathery world。
As the resting man looked at the barrow he became aware that its summit； hitherto the highest object in the whole prospect round； was surmounted by something higher。 It rose from the semiglobular mound like a spike from a helmet。 The first instinct of an imaginative stranger might have been to suppose it the person of one of the Celts who built the barrow； so far had all of modern date withdrawn from the scene。 It seemed a sort of last man among them； musing for a moment before dropping into eternal night with the rest of his race。
There the form stood； motionless as the hill beneath。 Above the plain rose the hill； above the hill rose the barrow； and above the barrow rose the figure。 Above the figure was nothing that could be mapped elsewhere than on a celestial globe。
Such a perfect； delicate； and necessary finish did the figure give to the dark pile of hills that it seemed to be the only obvious justification of their outline。 Without it； there was the dome without the lantern； with it the architectural demands of the mass were satisfied。 The scene was strangely homogeneous； in that the vale； the upland； the barrow； and the figure above it amounted only to unity。 Looking at this or that member of the group was not observing a plete thing； but a fraction of a thing。
The form was so much like an organic part of the entire motionless structure that to see it move would have impressed the mind as a strange phenomenon。 Immobility being the chief characteristic of that whole which the person formed portion of； the discontinuance of immobility in any quarter suggested confusion。
Yet that is what happened。 The figure perceptibly gave up its fixity； shifted a step or two； and turned round。 As if alarmed； it descended on the right side of the barrow； with the glide of a water…drop down a bud； and then vanished。 The movement had been sufficient to show more clearly the characteristics of the figure； and that it was a woman’s。
The reason of her sudden displacement now appeared。 With her dropping out of sight on the right side； a newer； bearing a burden； protruded into the sky on the left side； ascended the tumulus； and deposited the burden on the top。 A second followed； then a third； a fourth； a fifth； and ultimately the whole barrow was peopled with burdened figures。
The only intelligible meaning in this sky…backed pantomime of silhouettes was that the woman had no relation to the forms who had taken her place； was sedulously avoiding these； and had e thither for another object than theirs。 The imagination of the observer clung by preference to that vanished； solitary figure； as to something more interesting； more important； more likely to have a history worth knowing than these newers； and unconsciously regarded them as intruders。 But they remained； and established themselves； and the lonely person who hitherto had been queen of the solitude did not at present seem likely to return。
3 … The Custom of the Country
Had a looker…on been posted in the immediate vicinity of the barrow； he would have learned that these persons were boys and men of the neighbouring hamlets。 Each； as he ascended the barrow； had been heavily laden with furze faggots； carried upon the shoulder by means of a long stake sharpened at each end for impaling them easily—two in front and two behind。 They came from a part of the heath a quarter of a mile to the rear； where furze almost exclusively prevailed as a product。
Every individual was so involved in furze by his method of carrying the faggots that he appeared like a bush on legs till he had thrown them down。 The party had marched in trail； like a travelling flock of sheep； that is to say； the strongest first； the weak and young behind。
The loads were all laid together； and a pyramid of furze thirty feet in circumference now occupied the crown of the tumulus； which was known as Rainbarrow for many miles round。 Some made themselves busy with matches； and in selecting the driest tufts of furze； others in loosening the bramble bonds which held the faggots together。 Others； again； while this was in progress； lifted their eyes and swept the vast expanse of country manded by their position； now lying nearly obliterated by shade。 In the valleys of the heath nothing save its own wild face was visible at any time of day； but this spot manded a horizon enclosing a tract of far extent； and in many cases lying beyond the heath country。 None of its features could be seen now； but the whole made itself felt as a vague stretch of remoteness。
While the men and lads were building the pile； a change took place in the mass of shade which denoted the distant landscape。 Red suns and tufts of fire one by one began to arise； flecking the whole country round。 They were the bonfires of other parishes and hamlets that were engaged in the same sort of memoration。 Some were distant； and stood in a dense atmosphere； so that bundles of pale straw…like beams radiated around them in the shape of a fan。 Some were large and near； glowing scarlet…red from the shade； like wounds in a black hide。 Some were Maenades； with winy faces and blown hair。 These tinctured the silent bosom of the clouds above them and lit up their ephemeral caves； which seemed thenceforth to bee scalding caldrons。 Perhaps as many as thirty bonfires could be counted within the whole bounds of the district； and as the hour may be told on a clock…face when the figures themselves are invisible； so did the men recognize the locality of each fire by its angle and direction； though nothing of the scenery could be viewed。
The first tall flame from Rainbarrow sprang into the sky； attracting all eyes that had been fixed on the distant conflagrations back to their own attempt in the same kind。 The cheerful blaze streaked the inner surface of the human circle—now increased by other stragglers； male and female—with its own gold livery； and even overlaid the dark turf around with a lively luminousness； which softened off into obscurity where the barrow rounded downwards out of sight。 It showed the barrow to be the segment of a globe； as perfect as on the day when it was thrown up； even the little ditch remaining from which the earth was dug。 Not a plough had ever disturbed a grain of that stubborn soil。 In the heath’s barrenness to the farmer lay its fertility to the historian。 There had been no obliteration； because there had been no tending。
It seemed as if the bonfire…makers were standing in some radiant upper story of the world； detached from and independent of the dark stretches below。 The heath down there was now a vast abyss； and no longer a continuation of what they stood on； for their eyes； adapted to the blaze； could see nothing of the deeps beyond its influence。 Occasionally； it is true； a more vigorous flare than usual from their faggots sent darting lights like aides…de…camp down the inclines to some distant bush； pool； or patch of white sand； kindling these to replies of the same colour； till all was lost in darkness again。 Then the whole black phenomenon beneath represented Limbo as viewed from the brink by the sublime Florentine in his vision； and the muttered articulations of the wind in the hollows were as plaints and petitions from the “souls of mighty worth” suspended therein。
It was as if these men and boys had suddenly dived into past ages； and fetched therefrom an hour and deed which had before been familiar wit