Gilded Shadows Torrent
This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath itLeaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsmanWhere is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers,Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands,Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven?Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers forever departed!Scattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty blasts of OctoberSeize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle them far o'er the oceanNaught but tradition remains of the beautiful village of Grand-Pré.
Gilded Shadows torrent
Pleasantly rose next morn the sun on the village of Grand-Pré.Pleasantly gleamed in the soft, sweet air the Basin of Minas,the ships, with their wavering shadows, were riding at anchor.Life had long been astir in the village, and clamorous laborKnocked with its hundred hands at the golden gates of the morning.Now from the country around, from the farms and neighboring hamlets,Came in their holiday dresses the blithe Acadian peasants.Many a glad good-morrow and jocund laugh from the young folkMade the bright air brighter, as up from the numerous meadows,Where no path could be seen but the track of wheels in the greensward,Group after group appeared, and joined, or passed on the highway.Long ere noon, in the village all sounds of labor were silenced.Thronged were the streets with people; and noisy groups at the house-doorsSat in the cheerful sun, and rejoiced and gossiped together.Every house was an inn, where all were welcomed and feasted;For with this simple people, who lived like brothers together,All things were held in common, and what one had was another's.Yet under Benedict's roof hospitality seemed more abundant:For Evangeline stood among the guests of her father;Bright was her face with smiles, and words of welcome and gladnessFell from her beautiful lips, and blessed the cup as she gave it.
Suddenly rose from the south a light, as in autumn the blood-redMoon climbs the crystal walls of heaven, and o'er the horizonTitan-like stretches its hundred hands upon mountain and meadow,Seizing the rocks and the rivers, and piling huge shadows together.Broader and ever broader it gleamed on the roofs of the village,Gleamed on the sky and the sea, and the ships that lay in the roadstead.Columns of shining smoke uprose, and flashes of flame wereThrust through their folds and withdrawn, like the quivering hands of a martyr.Then as the wind seized the gleeds and the burning thatch, and, uplifting,Whirled them aloft through the air, at once from a hundred house-topsStarted the sheeted smoke with flashes of flame intermingled.
Far in the West there lies a desert land, where the mountainsLift, through perpetual snows, their lofty and luminous summits.Down from their jagged, deep ravines, where the gorge, like a gateway,Opens a passage rude to the wheels of the emigrant's wagon,Westward the Oregon flows and the Walleway and Owyhee.Eastward, with devious course, among the Wind-river Mountains,Through the Sweet-water Valley precipitate leaps the Nebraska;And to the south, from Fontaine-qui-bout and the Spanish sierras,Fretted with sands and rocks, and swept by the wind of the desert,Numberless torrents, with ceaseless sound, descend to the ocean,Like the great chords of a harp, in loud and solemn vibrations.Spreading between these streams are the wondrous, beautiful prairies,Billowy bays of grass ever rolling in shadow and sunshine,Bright with luxuriant clusters of roses and purple amorphas.Over them wandered the buffalo herds, and the elk and the roebuck;Over them wandered the wolves, and herds of riderless horses;Fires that blast and blight, and winds that are weary with travel;Over them wander the scattered tribes of Ishmael's children,Staining the desert with blood; and above their terrible war-trailsCircles and sails aloft, on pinions majestic, the vulture,Like the implacable soul of a chieftain slaughtered in battle,By invisible stairs ascending and scaling the heavens.Here and there rise smokes from the camps of these savage marauders;Here and there rise groves from the margins of swift-running rivers;And the grim, taciturn bear, the anchorite monk of the desert,Climbs down their dark ravines to dig for roots by the brook-side,And over all is the sky, the clear and crystalline heaven,Like the protecting hand of God inverted above them.
SHE murmured a faint assent and followed him so closely that shestepped on his heels, to his irritation. Dusk had fallen, fillingthe strange city with purple shadows. They entered the opendoorway, and found themselves in a wide chamber, the walls of whichwere hung with velvet tapestries, worked in curious designs. Floor,walls and ceiling were of the green glassy stone, the wallsdecorated with gold frieze-work. Furs and satin cushions litteredthe floor. Several doorways let into other rooms. They passedthrough, and traversed several chambers, counterparts of the first.They saw no one, but the Cimmerian grunted suspiciously.
"I am Conan, a Cimmerian, and this is Natala, a daughter ofBrythunia," he answered. "We are refugees of an army destroyed onthe borders of Kush. But I am not desirous of sitting down, whereblack shadows might steal up on my back."
From the black shadows came sounds, incomprehensible andblood-freezing. She heard Thalis's voice pleading frenziedly, butno voice answered. There was no sound except the Stygian's pantingvoice, which suddenly rose to screams of agony, and then broke inhysterical laughter, mingled with sobs. This dwindled to aconvulsive panting, and presently this too ceased, and a silencemore terrible hovered over the secret corridor.
As it came toward her, she could not tell whether it walked,wriggled, flew or crept. Its method of locomotion was absolutelybeyond her comprehension. When it had emerged from the shadows shewas still uncertain as to its nature. The light from the radium gemdid not illumine it as it would have illumined an ordinarycreature. Impossible as it seemed, the being seemed almostimpervious to the light. Its details were still obscure andindistinct, even when it halted so near that it almost touched hershrinking flesh. Only the blinking toad-like face stood out withany distinctness. The thing was a blur in the sight, a black blotof shadow that normal radiance would neither dissipate norilluminate.
She decided she was mad, because she could not tell whether thebeing looked up at her or towered above her. She was unable to saywhether the dim repulsive face blinked up at her from the shadowsat her feet, or looked down at her from an immense height. But ifher sight convinced her that whatever its mutable qualities, it wasyet composed of solid substance, her sense of feel further assuredher of that fact. A dark tentacle-like member slid about her body,and she screamed at the touch of it on her naked flesh. It wasneither warm nor cold, rough nor smooth; it was like nothing thathad ever touched her before, and at its caress she knew such fearand shame as she had never dreamed of. All the obscenity andsalacious infamy spawned in the muck of the abysmal pits of Lifeseemed to drown her in seas of cosmic filth. And in that instantshe knew that whatever form of life this thing represented it wasnot a beast.
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