第2章
加入书架 A- A+
点击下载App,搜索"THE SNOW IMAGE",免费读到尾

  Moreovertheschoolmatesandearlyacquaintancesofthegeneralwerereadytotestify,onoath,that,tothebestoftheirrecollection,theaforesaidgeneralhadbeenexceedinglylikethemajesticimage,evenwhenaboy,onlytheideahadneveroccurredtothematthatperiod。Great,therefore,wastheexcitementthroughoutthevalley;andmanypeople,whohadneveroncethoughtofglancingattheGreatStoneFaceforyearsbefore,nowspenttheirtimeingazingatit,forthesakeofknowingexactlyhowGeneralBlood-and-Thunderlooked。

  Onthedayofthegreatfestival,Ernest,withalltheotherpeopleofthevalley,lefttheirwork,andproceededtothespotwherethesylvanbanquetwasprepared。Asheapproached,theloudvoiceoftheRev。Dr。Battleblastwasheard,beseechingablessingonthegoodthingssetbeforethem,andonthedistinguishedfriendofpeaceinwhosehonortheywereassembled。

  Thetableswerearrangedinaclearedspaceofthewoods,shutinbythesurroundingtrees,exceptwhereavistaopenedeastward,andaffordedadistantviewoftheGreatStoneFace。Overthegeneral’schair,whichwasarelicfromthehomeofWashington,therewasanarchofverdantboughs,withthelaurelprofuselyintermixed,andsurmountedbyhiscountry’sbanner,beneathwhichhehadwonhisvictories。OurfriendErnestraisedhimselfonhistiptoes,inhopestogetaglimpseofthecelebratedguest;buttherewasamightycrowdaboutthetablesanxioustohearthetoastsandspeeches,andtocatchanywordthatmightfallfromthegeneralinreply;andavolunteercompany,doingdutyasaguard,prickedruthlesslywiththeirbayonetsatanyparticularlyquietpersonamongthethrong。SoErnest,beingofanunobtrusivecharacter,wasthrustquiteintothebackground,wherehecouldseenomoreofOldBlood-and-Thunder’sphysiognomythanifithadbeenstillblazingonthebattle-field。Toconsolehimself,heturnedtowardstheGreatStoneFace,which,likeafaithfulandlongrememberedfriend,lookedbackandsmileduponhimthroughthevistaoftheforest。Meantime,however,hecouldoverheartheremarksofvariousindividuals,whowerecomparingthefeaturesoftheherowiththefaceonthedistantmountain-side。

  \"’Tisthesameface,toahair!\"criedoneman,cuttingacaperforjoy。

  \"Wonderfullylike,that’safact!\"respondedanother。

  \"Like!why,IcallitOldBlood-and-Thunderhimself,inamonstrouslooking-glass!\"criedathird。\"Andwhynot?He’sthegreatestmanofthisoranyotherage,beyondadoubt。\"

  Andthenallthreeofthespeakersgaveagreatshout,whichcommunicatedelectricitytothecrowd,andcalledfortharoarfromathousandvoices,thatwentreverberatingformilesamongthemountains,untilyoumighthavesupposedthattheGreatStoneFacehadpoureditsthunderbreathintothecry。Allthesecomments,andthisvastenthusiasm,servedthemoretointerestourfriend;nordidhethinkofquestioningthatnow,atlength,themountain-visagehadfounditshumancounterpart。Itistrue,Ernesthadimaginedthatthislong-looked-forpersonagewouldappearinthecharacterofamanofpeace,utteringwisdom,anddoinggood,andmakingpeoplehappy。But,takinganhabitualbreadthofview,withallhissimplicity,hecontendedthatProvidenceshouldchooseitsownmethodofblessingmankind,andcouldconceivethatthisgreatendmightbeeffectedevenbyawarriorandabloodysword,shouldinscrutablewisdomseefittoordermattersso。

  \"Thegeneral!thegeneral!\"wasnowthecry。\"Hush!silence!OldBlood-and-Thunder’sgoingtomakeaspeech。\"

  Evenso;for,theclothbeingremoved,thegeneral’shealthhadbeendrunk,amidshoutsofapplause,andhenowstooduponhisfeettothankthecompany。Ernestsawhim。Therehewas,overtheshouldersofthecrowd,fromthetwoglitteringepauletsandembroideredcollarupward,beneaththearchofgreenboughswithintertwinedlaurel,andthebannerdroopingasiftoshadehisbrow!Andthere,too,visibleinthesameglance,throughthevistaoftheforest,appearedtheGreatStoneFace!Andwasthere,indeed,sucharesemblanceasthecrowdhadtestified?

  Alas,Ernestcouldnotrecognizeit!Hebeheldawar-wornandweatherbeatencountenance,fullofenergy,andexpressiveofanironwill;butthegentlewisdom,thedeep,broad,tendersympathies,werealtogetherwantinginOldBlood-and-Thunder’svisage;andeveniftheGreatStoneFacehadassumedhislookofsterncommand,themildertraitswouldstillhavetemperedit。

  \"Thisisnotthemanofprophecy,\"sighedErnesttohimself,ashemadehiswayoutofthethrong。\"Andmusttheworldwaitlongeryet?\"

  Themistshadcongregatedaboutthedistantmountain-side,andtherewereseenthegrandandawfulfeaturesoftheGreatStoneFace,awfulbutbenignant,asifamightyangelweresittingamongthehills,andenrobinghimselfinacloud-vestureofgoldandpurple。Ashelooked,Ernestcouldhardlybelievebutthatasmilebeamedoverthewholevisage,witharadiancestillbrightening,althoughwithoutmotionofthelips。Itwasprobablytheeffectofthewesternsunshine,meltingthroughthethinlydiffusedvaporsthathadsweptbetweenhimandtheobjectthathegazedat。But——asitalwaysdid——theaspectofhismarvellousfriendmadeErnestashopefulasifhehadneverhopedinvain。

  \"Fearnot,Ernest,\"saidhisheart,evenasiftheGreatFacewerewhisperinghim,——fearnot,Ernest;hewillcome。\"

  Moreyearsspedswiftlyandtranquillyaway。Erneststilldweltinhisnativevalley,andwasnowamanofmiddleage。Byimperceptibledegrees,hehadbecomeknownamongthepeople。Now,asheretofore,helaboredforhisbread,andwasthesamesimple-heartedmanthathehadalwaysbeen。Buthehadthoughtandfeltsomuch,hehadgivensomanyofthebesthoursofhislifetounworldlyhopesforsomegreatgoodtomankind,thatitseemedasthoughhehadbeentalkingwiththeangels,andhadimbibedaportionoftheirwisdomunawares。Itwasvisibleinthecalmandwell-consideredbeneficenceofhisdailylife,thequietstreamofwhichhadmadeawidegreenmarginallalongitscourse。Notadaypassedby,thattheworldwasnotthebetterbecausethisman,humbleashewas,hadlived。Heneversteppedasidefromhisownpath,yetwouldalwaysreachablessingtohisneighbor。Almostinvoluntarilytoo,hehadbecomeapreacher。Thepureandhighsimplicityofhisthought,which,asoneofitsmanifestations,tookshapeinthegooddeedsthatdroppedsilentlyfromhishand,flowedalsoforthinspeech。Heutteredtruthsthatwroughtuponandmouldedthelivesofthosewhoheardhim。Hisauditors,itmaybe,neversuspectedthatErnest,theirownneighborandfamiliarfriend,wasmorethananordinaryman;

  leastofalldidErnesthimselfsuspectit;but,inevitablyasthemurmurofarivulet,camethoughtsoutofhismouththatnootherhumanlipshadspoken。

  Whenthepeople’smindshadhadalittletimetocool,theywerereadyenoughtoacknowledgetheirmistakeinimaginingasimilaritybetweenGeneralBlood-and-Thunder’struculentphysiognomyandthebenignvisageonthemountain-side。Butnow,again,therewerereportsandmanyparagraphsinthenewspapers,affirmingthatthelikenessoftheGreatStoneFacehadappeareduponthebroadshouldersofacertaineminentstatesman。He,likeMr。GathergoldandOldBlood-and-Thunder,wasanativeofthevalley,buthadleftitinhisearlydays,andtakenupthetradesoflawandpolitics。Insteadoftherichman’swealthandthewarrior’ssword,hehadbutatongue,anditwasmightierthanbothtogether。Sowonderfullyeloquentwashe,thatwhateverhemightchoosetosay,hisauditorshadnochoicebuttobelievehim;wronglookedlikeright,andrightlikewrong;forwhenitpleasedhim,hecouldmakeakindofilluminatedfogwithhismerebreath,andobscurethenaturaldaylightwithit。Histongue,indeed,wasamagicinstrument:sometimesitrumbledlikethethunder;sometimesitwarbledlikethesweetestmusic。Itwastheblastofwar,thesongofpeace;anditseemedtohaveaheartinit,whentherewasnosuchmatter。Ingoodtruth,hewasawondrousman;andwhenhistonguehadacquiredhimallotherimaginablesuccess,——whenithadbeenheardinhallsofstate,andinthecourtsofprincesandpotentates,——afterithadmadehimknownallovertheworld,evenasavoicecryingfromshoretoshore,——itfinallypersuadedhiscountrymentoselecthimforthePresidency。Beforethistime,——indeed,assoonashebegantogrowcelebrated,——hisadmirershadfoundouttheresemblancebetweenhimandtheGreatStoneFace;andsomuchweretheystruckbyit,thatthroughoutthecountrythisdistinguishedgentlemanwasknownbythenameofOldStonyPhiz。Thephrasewasconsideredasgivingahighlyfavorableaspecttohispoliticalprospects;for,asislikewisethecasewiththePopedom,nobodyeverbecomesPresidentwithouttakinganameotherthanhisown。

  WhilehisfriendsweredoingtheirbesttomakehimPresident,OldStonyPhiz,ashewascalled,setoutonavisittothevalleywherehewasborn。Ofcourse,hehadnootherobjectthantoshakehandswithhisfellow-citizensandneitherthoughtnorcaredaboutanyeffectwhichhisprogressthroughthecountrymighthaveupontheelection。Magnificentpreparationsweremadetoreceivetheillustriousstatesman;acavalcadeofhorsemensetforthtomeethimattheboundarylineoftheState,andallthepeoplelefttheirbusinessandgatheredalongthewaysidetoseehimpass。AmongthesewasErnest。Thoughmorethanoncedisappointed,aswehaveseen,hehadsuchahopefulandconfidingnature,thathewasalwaysreadytobelieveinwhateverseemedbeautifulandgood。Hekepthisheartcontinuallyopen,andthuswassuretocatchtheblessingfromonhighwhenitshouldcome。Sonowagain,asbuoyantlyasever,hewentforthtobeholdthelikenessoftheGreatStoneFace。

  Thecavalcadecameprancingalongtheroad,withagreatclatteringofhoofsandamightycloudofdust,whichroseupsodenseandhighthatthevisageofthemountain-sidewascompletelyhiddenfromErnest’seyes。Allthegreatmenoftheneighborhoodwerethereonhorseback;militiaofficers,inuniform;thememberofCongress;thesheriffofthecounty;theeditorsofnewspapers;andmanyafarmer,too,hadmountedhispatientsteed,withhisSundaycoatuponhisback。Itreallywasaverybrilliantspectacle,especiallyastherewerenumerousbannersflauntingoverthecavalcade,onsomeofwhichweregorgeousportraitsoftheillustriousstatesmanandtheGreatStoneFace,smilingfamiliarlyatoneanother,liketwobrothers。

  Ifthepicturesweretobetrusted,themutualresemblance,itmustbeconfessed,wasmarvellous。Wemustnotforgettomentionthattherewasabandofmusic,whichmadetheechoesofthemountainsringandreverberatewiththeloudtriumphofitsstrains;sothatairyandsoul-thrillingmelodiesbrokeoutamongalltheheightsandhollows,asifeverynookofhisnativevalleyhadfoundavoice,towelcomethedistinguishedguest。Butthegrandesteffectwaswhenthefar-offmountainprecipiceflungbackthemusic;forthentheGreatStoneFaceitselfseemedtobeswellingthetriumphantchorus,inacknowledgmentthat,atlength,themanofprophecywascome。

  AllthiswhilethepeoplewerethrowinguptheirhatsandshoutingwithenthusiasmsocontagiousthattheheartofErnestkindledup,andhelikewisethrewuphishat,andshouted,asloudlyastheloudest,\"Huzzaforthegreatman!HuzzaforOldStonyPhiz!\"Butasyethehadnotseenhim。

  \"Hereheis,now!\"criedthosewhostoodnearErnest。\"There!

  There!LookatOldStonyPhizandthenattheOldManoftheMountain,andseeiftheyarenotaslikeastwotwin-brothers!\"

  Inthemidstofallthisgallantarraycameanopenbarouche,drawnbyfourwhitehorses;andinthebarouche,withhismassiveheaduncovered,sattheillustriousstatesman,OldStonyPhizhimself。

  \"Confessit,\"saidoneofErnest’sneighborstohim,\"theGreatStoneFacehasmetitsmatchatlast!\"

  Now,itmustbeownedthat,athisfirstglimpseofthecountenancewhichwasbowingandsmilingfromthebarouche,Ernestdidfancythattherewasaresemblancebetweenitandtheoldfamiliarfaceuponthemountain-side。Thebrow,withitsmassivedepthandloftiness,andalltheotherfeatures,indeed,wereboldlyandstronglyhewn,asifinemulationofamorethanheroic,ofaTitanicmodel。Butthesublimityandstateliness,thegrandexpressionofadivinesympathy,thatilluminatedthemountainvisageandetherealizeditsponderousgranitesubstanceintospirit,mightherebesoughtinvain。Somethinghadbeenoriginallyleftout,orhaddeparted。Andthereforethemarvellouslygiftedstatesmanhadalwaysawearygloominthedeepcavernsofhiseyes,asofachildthathasoutgrownitsplaythingsoramanofmightyfacultiesandlittleaims,whoselife,withallitshighperformances,wasvagueandempty,becausenohighpurposehadendoweditwithreality。

  Still,Ernest’sneighborwasthrustinghiselbowintohisside,andpressinghimforananswer。

  \"Confess!confess!IsnothetheverypictureofyourOldManoftheMountain?\"

  \"No!\"saidErnestbluntly,\"Iseelittleornolikeness。\"

  \"ThensomuchtheworsefortheGreatStoneFace!\"answeredhisneighbor;andagainhesetupashoutforOldStonyPhiz。

  ButErnestturnedaway,melancholy,andalmostdespondent:forthiswasthesaddestofhisdisappointments,tobeholdamanwhomighthavefulfilledtheprophecy,andhadnotwilledtodoso。

  Meantime,thecavalcade,thebanners,themusic,andthebarouchessweptpasthim,withthevociferouscrowdintherear,leavingthedusttosettledown,andtheGreatStoneFacetoberevealedagain,withthegrandeurthatithadwornforuntoldcenturies。

  \"Lo,hereIam,Ernest!\"thebenignlipsseemedtosay。\"Ihavewaitedlongerthanthou,andamnotyetweary。Fearnot;themanwillcome。\"

  Theyearshurriedonward,treadingintheirhasteononeanother’sheels。Andnowtheybegantobringwhitehairs,andscatterthemovertheheadofErnest;theymadereverendwrinklesacrosshisforehead,andfurrowsinhischeeks。Hewasanagedman。Butnotinvainhadhegrownold:morethanthewhitehairsonhisheadwerethesagethoughtsinhismind;hiswrinklesandfurrowswereinscriptionsthatTimehadgraved,andinwhichhehadwrittenlegendsofwisdomthathadbeentestedbythetenorofalife。AndErnesthadceasedtobeobscure。Unsoughtfor,undesired,hadcomethefamewhichsomanyseek,andmadehimknowninthegreatworld,beyondthelimitsofthevalleyinwhichhehaddweltsoquietly。Collegeprofessors,andeventheactivemenofcities,camefromfartoseeandconversewithErnest;forthereporthadgoneabroadthatthissimplehusbandmanhadideasunlikethoseofothermen,notgainedfrombooks,butofahighertone,——atranquilandfamiliarmajesty,asifhehadbeentalkingwiththeangelsashisdailyfriends。

  Whetheritweresage,statesman,orphilanthropist,Ernestreceivedthesevisitorswiththegentlesinceritythathadcharacterizedhimfromboyhood,andspokefreelywiththemofwhatevercameuppermost,orlaydeepestinhisheartortheirown。Whiletheytalkedtogether,hisfacewouldkindle,unawares,andshineuponthem,aswithamildeveninglight。Pensivewiththefulnessofsuchdiscourse,hisgueststookleaveandwenttheirway;andpassingupthevalley,pausedtolookattheGreatStoneFace,imaginingthattheyhadseenitslikenessinahumancountenance,butcouldnotrememberwhere。

  WhileErnesthadbeengrowingupandgrowingold,abountifulProvidencehadgrantedanewpoettothisearth。Helikewise,wasanativeofthevalley,buthadspentthegreaterpartofhislifeatadistancefromthatromanticregion,pouringouthissweetmusicamidthebustleanddinofcities。Often,however,didthemountainswhichhadbeenfamiliartohiminhischildhoodlifttheirsnowypeaksintotheclearatmosphereofhispoetry。

  NeitherwastheGreatStoneFaceforgotten,forthepoethadcelebrateditinanode,whichwasgrandenoughtohavebeenutteredbyitsownmajesticlips。Thismanofgenius,wemaysay,hadcomedownfromheavenwithwonderfulendowments。Ifhesangofamountain,theeyesofallmankindbeheldamightiergrandeurreposingonitsbreast,orsoaringtoitssummit,thanhadbeforebeenseenthere。Ifhisthemewerealovelylake,acelestialsmilehadnowbeenthrownoverit,togleamforeveronitssurface。Ifitwerethevastoldsea,eventhedeepimmensityofitsdreadbosomseemedtoswellthehigher,asifmovedbytheemotionsofthesong。Thustheworldassumedanotherandabetteraspectfromthehourthatthepoetblesseditwithhishappyeyes。TheCreatorhadbestowedhim,asthelastbesttouchtohisownhandiwork。Creationwasnotfinishedtillthepoetcametointerpret,andsocompleteit。

  Theeffectwasnolesshighandbeautiful,whenhishumanbrethrenwerethesubjectofhisverse。Themanorwoman,sordidwiththecommondustoflife,whocrossedhisdailypath,andthelittlechildwhoplayedinit,wereglorifiedifhebeheldtheminhismoodofpoeticfaith。Heshowedthegoldenlinksofthegreatchainthatintertwinedthemwithanangelickindred;hebroughtoutthehiddentraitsofacelestialbirththatmadethemworthyofsuchkin。Some,indeed,therewere,whothoughttoshowthesoundnessoftheirjudgmentbyaffirmingthatallthebeautyanddignityofthenaturalworldexistedonlyinthepoet’sfancy。Letsuchmenspeakforthemselves,whoundoubtedlyappeartohavebeenspawnedforthbyNaturewithacontemptuousbitterness;shehavingplasteredthemupoutofherrefusestuff,afteralltheswineweremade。Asrespectsallthingselse,thepoet’sidealwasthetruesttruth。

  ThesongsofthispoetfoundtheirwaytoErnest。Hereadthemafterhiscustomarytoil,seatedonthebenchbeforehiscottage-door,whereforsuchalengthoftimehehadfilledhisreposewiththought,bygazingattheGreatStoneFace。Andnowashereadstanzasthatcausedthesoultothrillwithinhim,heliftedhiseyestothevastcountenancebeamingonhimsobenignantly。

  \"Omajesticfriend,\"hemurmured,addressingtheGreatStoneFace,\"isnotthismanworthytoresemblethee?\"

  TheFaceseemedtosmile,butanswerednotaword。

  Nowithappenedthatthepoet,thoughhedweltsofaraway,hadnotonlyheardofErnest,buthadmeditatedmuchuponhischaracter,untilhedeemednothingsodesirableastomeetthisman,whoseuntaughtwisdomwalkedhandinhandwiththenoblesimplicityofhislife。Onesummermorning,therefore,hetookpassagebytherailroad,and,inthedeclineoftheafternoon,alightedfromthecarsatnogreatdistancefromErnest’scottage。Thegreathotel,whichhadformerlybeenthepalaceofMr。Gathergold,wascloseathand,butthepoet,withhiscarpet-bagonhisarm,inquiredatoncewhereErnestdwelt,andwasresolvedtobeacceptedashisguest。

  Approachingthedoor,hetherefoundthegoodoldman,holdingavolumeinhishand,whichalternatelyheread,andthen,withafingerbetweentheleaves,lookedlovinglyattheGreatStoneFace。

  \"Goodevening,\"saidthepoet。\"Canyougiveatravelleranight’slodging?\"

  \"Willingly,\"answeredErnest;andthenheadded,smiling,\"MethinksIneversawtheGreatStoneFacelooksohospitablyatastranger。\"

  Thepoetsatdownonthebenchbesidehim,andheandErnesttalkedtogether。Oftenhadthepoetheldintercoursewiththewittiestandthewisest,butneverbeforewithamanlikeErnest,whosethoughtsandfeelingsgushedupwithsuchanaturalfreedom,andwhomadegreattruthssofamiliarbyhissimpleutteranceofthem。Angels,ashadbeensooftensaid,seemedtohavewroughtwithhimathislaborinthefields;angelsseemedtohavesatwithhimbythefireside;and,dwellingwithangelsasfriendwithfriends,hehadimbibedthesublimityoftheirideas,andimbueditwiththesweetandlowlycharmofhouseholdwords。Sothoughtthepoet。AndErnest,ontheotherhand,wasmovedandagitatedbythelivingimageswhichthepoetflungoutofhismind,andwhichpeopledalltheairaboutthecottage-doorwithshapesofbeauty,bothgayandpensive。Thesympathiesofthesetwomeninstructedthemwithaprofoundersensethaneithercouldhaveattainedalone。Theirmindsaccordedintoonestrain,andmadedelightfulmusicwhichneitherofthemcouldhaveclaimedasallhisown,nordistinguishedhisownsharefromtheother’s。Theyledoneanother,asitwere,intoahighpavilionoftheirthoughts,soremote,andhithertosodim,thattheyhadneverentereditbefore,andsobeautifulthattheydesiredtobetherealways。

  AsErnestlistenedtothepoet,heimaginedthattheGreatStoneFacewasbendingforwardtolistentoo。Hegazedearnestlyintothepoet’sglowingeyes。

  \"Whoareyou,mystrangelygiftedguest?\"hesaid。

  ThepoetlaidhisfingeronthevolumethatErnesthadbeenreading。

  \"Youhavereadthesepoems,\"saidhe。\"Youknowme,then,——forI

  wrotethem。\"

  Again,andstillmoreearnestlythanbefore,Ernestexaminedthepoet’sfeatures;thenturnedtowardstheGreatStoneFace;thenback,withanuncertainaspect,tohisguest。Buthiscountenancefell;heshookhishead,andsighed。

  \"Whereforeareyousad?\"inquiredthepoet。

  \"Because,\"repliedErnest,\"allthroughlifeIhaveawaitedthefulfilmentofaprophecy;and,whenIreadthesepoems,Ihopedthatitmightbefulfilledinyou。\"

  \"Youhoped,\"answeredthepoet,faintlysmiling,\"tofindinmethelikenessoftheGreatStoneFace。Andyouaredisappointed,asformerlywithMr。Gathergold,andOldBlood-and-Thunder,andOldStonyPhiz。Yes,Ernest,itismydoom。Youmustaddmynametotheillustriousthree,andrecordanotherfailureofyourhopes。For——inshameandsadnessdoIspeakit,Ernest——Iamnotworthytobetypifiedbyyonderbenignandmajesticimage。\"

  \"Andwhy?\"askedErnest。Hepointedtothevolume。\"Arenotthosethoughtsdivine?\"

  \"TheyhaveastrainoftheDivinity,\"repliedthepoet。\"Youcanhearinthemthefar-offechoofaheavenlysong。Butmylife,dearErnest,hasnotcorrespondedwithmythought。Ihavehadgranddreams,buttheyhavebeenonlydreams,becauseIhavelived——andthat,too,bymyownchoice——amongpoorandmeanrealities。Sometimeseven——shallIdaretosayit?——Ilackfaithinthegrandeur,thebeauty,andthegoodness,whichmyownwordsaresaidtohavemademoreevidentinnatureandinhumanlife。

  Why,then,pureseekerofthegoodandtrue,shouldstthouhopetofindme,inyonderimageofthedivine?\"

  Thepoetspokesadly,andhiseyesweredimwithtears。So,likewise,werethoseofErnest。

  Atthehourofsunset,ashadlongbeenhisfrequentcustom,Ernestwastodiscoursetoanassemblageoftheneighboringinhabitantsintheopenair。Heandthepoet,arminarm,stilltalkingtogetherastheywentalong,proceededtothespot。Itwasasmallnookamongthehills,withagrayprecipicebehind,thesternfrontofwhichwasrelievedbythepleasantfoliageofmanycreepingplantsthatmadeatapestryforthenakedrock,byhangingtheirfestoonsfromallitsruggedangles。Atasmallelevationabovetheground,setinarichframeworkofverdure,thereappearedaniche,spaciousenoughtoadmitahumanfigure,withfreedomforsuchgesturesasspontaneouslyaccompanyearnestthoughtandgenuineemotion。IntothisnaturalpulpitErnestascended,andthrewalookoffamiliarkindnessarounduponhisaudience。Theystood,orsat,orreclineduponthegrass,asseemedgoodtoeach,withthedepartingsunshinefallingobliquelyoverthem,andminglingitssubduedcheerfulnesswiththesolemnityofagroveofancienttrees,beneathandamidtheboughsofwhichthegoldenrayswereconstrainedtopass。InanotherdirectionwasseentheGreatStoneFace,withthesamecheer,combinedwiththesamesolemnity,initsbenignantaspect。

  Ernestbegantospeak,givingtothepeopleofwhatwasinhisheartandmind。Hiswordshadpower,becausetheyaccordedwithhisthoughts;andhisthoughtshadrealityanddepth,becausetheyharmonizedwiththelifewhichhehadalwayslived。Itwasnotmerebreaththatthispreacheruttered;theywerethewordsoflife,becausealifeofgooddeedsandholylovewasmeltedintothem。Pearls,pureandrich,hadbeendissolvedintothispreciousdraught。Thepoet,ashelistened,feltthatthebeingandcharacterofErnestwereanoblerstrainofpoetrythanhehadeverwritten。Hiseyesglisteningwithtears,hegazedreverentiallyatthevenerableman,andsaidwithinhimselfthatneverwasthereanaspectsoworthyofaprophetandasageasthatmild,sweet,thoughtfulcountenance,withthegloryofwhitehairdiffusedaboutit。Atadistance,butdistinctlytobeseen,highupinthegoldenlightofthesettingsun,appearedtheGreatStoneFace,withhoarymistsaroundit,likethewhitehairsaroundthebrowofErnest。Itslookofgrandbeneficenceseemedtoembracetheworld。

  Atthatmoment,insympathywithathoughtwhichhewasabouttoutter,thefaceofErnestassumedagrandeurofexpression,soimbuedwithbenevolence,thatthepoet,byanirresistibleimpulse,threwhisarmsaloftandshouted,\"Behold!Behold!ErnestishimselfthelikenessoftheGreatStoneFace!\"

  Thenallthepeoplelooked,andsawthatwhatthedeep-sightedpoetsaidwastrue。Theprophecywasfulfilled。ButErnest,havingfinishedwhathehadtosay,tookthepoet’sarm,andwalkedslowlyhomeward,stillhopingthatsomewiserandbettermanthanhimselfwouldbyandbyappear,bearingaresemblancetotheGREATSTONEFACE。

  ETHANBRAND

  ACHAPTERFROMANABORTIVEROMANCE

  Bartramthelime-burner,arough,heavy-lookingman,begrimedwithcharcoal,satwatchinghiskilnatnightfall,whilehislittlesonplayedatbuildinghouseswiththescatteredfragmentsofmarble,when,onthehill-sidebelowthem,theyheardaroaroflaughter,notmirthful,butslow,andevensolemn,likeawindshakingtheboughsoftheforest。

  \"Father,whatisthat?\"askedthelittleboy,leavinghisplay,andpressingbetwixthisfather’sknees。

  \"Oh,somedrunkenman,Isuppose,\"answeredthelime-burner;

  \"somemerryfellowfromthebar-roominthevillage,whodarednotlaughloudenoughwithindoorslestheshouldblowtheroofofthehouseoff。Sohereheis,shakinghisjollysidesatthefootofGraylock。\"

  \"But,father,\"saidthechild,moresensitivethantheobtuse,middle-agedclown,\"hedoesnotlaughlikeamanthatisglad。Sothenoisefrightensme!\"

  \"Don’tbeafool,child!\"criedhisfather,gruffly。\"Youwillnevermakeaman,Idobelieve;thereistoomuchofyourmotherinyou。Ihaveknowntherustlingofaleafstartleyou。Hark!

  Herecomesthemerryfellownow。Youshallseethatthereisnoharminhim。\"

  Bartramandhislittleson,whiletheyweretalkingthus,satwatchingthesamelime-kilnthathadbeenthesceneofEthanBrand’ssolitaryandmeditativelife,beforehebeganhissearchfortheUnpardonableSin。Manyyears,aswehaveseen,hadnowelapsed,sincethatportentousnightwhentheIDEAwasfirstdeveloped。Thekiln,however,onthemountain-side,stoodunimpaired,andwasinnothingchangedsincehehadthrownhisdarkthoughtsintotheintenseglowofitsfurnace,andmeltedthem,asitwere,intotheonethoughtthattookpossessionofhislife。Itwasarude,round,tower-likestructureabouttwentyfeethigh,heavilybuiltofroughstones,andwithahillockofearthheapedaboutthelargerpartofitscircumference;sothattheblocksandfragmentsofmarblemightbedrawnbycart-loads,andthrowninatthetop。Therewasanopeningatthebottomofthetower,likeanover-mouth,butlargeenoughtoadmitamaninastoopingposture,andprovidedwithamassiveirondoor。Withthesmokeandjetsofflameissuingfromthechinksandcrevicesofthisdoor,whichseemedtogiveadmittanceintothehill-side,itresemblednothingsomuchastheprivateentrancetotheinfernalregions,whichtheshepherdsoftheDelectableMountainswereaccustomedtoshowtopilgrims。

  Therearemanysuchlime-kilnsinthattractofcountry,forthepurposeofburningthewhitemarblewhichcomposesalargepartofthesubstanceofthehills。Someofthem,builtyearsago,andlongdeserted,withweedsgrowinginthevacantroundoftheinterior,whichisopentothesky,andgrassandwild-flowersrootingthemselvesintothechinksofthestones,lookalreadylikerelicsofantiquity,andmayyetbeoverspreadwiththelichensofcenturiestocome。Others,wherethelimeburnerstillfeedshisdailyandnight-longfire,affordpointsofinteresttothewandereramongthehills,whoseatshimselfonalogofwoodorafragmentofmarble,toholdachatwiththesolitaryman。Itisalonesome,and,whenthecharacterisinclinedtothought,maybeanintenselythoughtfuloccupation;asitprovedinthecaseofEthanBrand,whohadmusedtosuchstrangepurpose,indaysgoneby,whilethefireinthisverykilnwasburning。

  Themanwhonowwatchedthefirewasofadifferentorder,andtroubledhimselfwithnothoughtssavetheveryfewthatwererequisitetohisbusiness。Atfrequentintervals,heflungbacktheclashingweightoftheirondoor,and,turninghisfacefromtheinsufferableglare,thrustinhugelogsofoak,orstirredtheimmensebrandswithalongpole。Withinthefurnacewereseenthecurlingandriotousflames,andtheburningmarble,almostmoltenwiththeintensityofheat;whilewithout,thereflectionofthefirequiveredonthedarkintricacyofthesurroundingforest,andshowedintheforegroundabrightandruddylittlepictureofthehut,thespringbesideitsdoor,theathleticandcoal-begrimedfigureofthelime-burner,andthehalf-frightenedchild,shrinkingintotheprotectionofhisfather’sshadow。Andwhen,again,theirondoorwasclosed,thenreappearedthetenderlightofthehalf-fullmoon,whichvainlystrovetotraceouttheindistinctshapesoftheneighboringmountains;and,intheuppersky,therewasaflittingcongregationofclouds,stillfaintlytingedwiththerosysunset,thoughthusfardownintothevalleythesunshinehadvanishedlongandlongagoThelittleboynowcreptstillclosertohisfather,asfootstepswereheardascendingthehill-side,andahumanformthrustasidethebushesthatclusteredbeneaththetrees。

  \"Halloo!whoisit?\"criedthelime-burner,vexedathisson’stimidity,yethalfinfectedbyit。\"Comeforward,andshowyourself,likeaman,orI’llflingthischunkofmarbleatyourhead!\"

  \"Youoffermearoughwelcome,\"saidagloomyvoice,astheunknownmandrewnigh。\"YetIneitherclaimnordesireakinderone,evenatmyownfireside。\"

  Toobtainadistincterview,Bartramthrewopentheirondoorofthekiln,whenceimmediatelyissuedagushoffiercelight,thatsmotefulluponthestranger’sfaceandfigure。Toacarelesseyethereappearednothingveryremarkableinhisaspect,whichwasthatofamaninacoarsebrown,country-madesuitofclothes,tallandthin,withthestaffandheavyshoesofawayfarer。Asheadvanced,hefixedhiseyes——whichwereverybright——intentlyuponthebrightnessofthefurnace,asifhebeheld,orexpectedtobehold,someobjectworthyofnotewithinit。

  \"Goodevening,stranger,\"saidthelime-burner;\"whencecomeyou,solateintheday?\"

  \"Icomefrommysearch,\"answeredthewayfarer;\"for,atlast,itisfinished。\"

  \"Drunk!——orcrazy!\"mutteredBartramtohimself。\"Ishallhavetroublewiththefellow。ThesoonerIdrivehimaway,thebetter。\"

  Thelittleboy,allinatremble,whisperedtohisfather,andbeggedhimtoshutthedoorofthekiln,sothattheremightnotbesomuchlight;forthattherewassomethingintheman’sfacewhichhewasafraidtolookat,yetcouldnotlookawayfrom。

  And,indeed,eventhelime-burner’sdullandtorpidsensebegantobeimpressedbyanindescribablesomethinginthatthin,rugged,thoughtfulvisage,withthegrizzledhairhangingwildlyaboutit,andthosedeeplysunkeneyes,whichgleamedlikefireswithintheentranceofamysteriouscavern。But,asheclosedthedoor,thestrangerturnedtowardshim,andspokeinaquiet,familiarway,thatmadeBartramfeelasifhewereasaneandsensibleman,afterall。

  \"Yourtaskdrawstoanend,Isee,\"saidhe。\"Thismarblehasalreadybeenburningthreedays。Afewhoursmorewillconvertthestonetolime。\"

  \"Why,whoareyou?\"exclaimedthelime-burner。\"YouseemaswellacquaintedwithmybusinessasIammyself。\"

  \"AndwellImaybe,\"saidthestranger;\"forIfollowedthesamecraftmanyalongyear,andhere,too,onthisveryspot。Butyouareanewcomerintheseparts。DidyouneverhearofEthanBrand?\"

  \"ThemanthatwentinsearchoftheUnpardonableSin?\"askedBartram,withalaugh。

  \"Thesame,\"answeredthestranger。\"Hehasfoundwhathesought,andthereforehecomesbackagain。\"

  \"What!thenyouareEthanBrandhimself?\"criedthelime-burner,inamazement。\"Iamanew-comerhere,asyousay,andtheycalliteighteenyearssinceyouleftthefootofGraylock。But,Icantellyou,thegoodfolksstilltalkaboutEthanBrand,inthevillageyonder,andwhatastrangeerrandtookhimawayfromhislime-kiln。Well,andsoyouhavefoundtheUnpardonableSin?\"

  \"Evenso!\"saidthestranger,calmly。

  \"Ifthequestionisafairone,\"proceededBartram,\"wheremightitbe?\"

  EthanBrandlaidhisfingeronhisownheart。

  \"Here!\"repliedhe。

  Andthen,withoutmirthinhiscountenance,butasifmovedbyaninvoluntaryrecognitionoftheinfiniteabsurdityofseekingthroughouttheworldforwhatwastheclosestofallthingstohimself,andlookingintoeveryheart,savehisown,forwhatwashiddeninnootherbreast,hebrokeintoalaughofscorn。Itwasthesameslow,heavylaugh,thathadalmostappalledthelime-burnerwhenitheraldedthewayfarer’sapproach。

  Thesolitarymountain-sidewasmadedismalbyit。Laughter,whenoutofplace,mistimed,orburstingforthfromadisorderedstateoffeeling,maybethemostterriblemodulationofthehumanvoice。Thelaughterofoneasleep,evenifitbealittlechild,——themadman’slaugh,——thewild,screaminglaughofabornidiot,——aresoundsthatwesometimestrembletohear,andwouldalwayswillinglyforget。Poetshaveimaginednoutteranceoffiendsorhobgoblinssofearfullyappropriateasalaugh。Andeventheobtuselime-burnerfelthisnervesshaken,asthisstrangemanlookedinwardathisownheart,andburstintolaughterthatrolledawayintothenight,andwasindistinctlyreverberatedamongthehills。

  \"Joe,\"saidhetohislittleson,\"scamperdowntothetaverninthevillage,andtellthejollyfellowstherethatEthanBrandhascomeback,andthathehasfoundtheUnpardonableSin!\"

  Theboydartedawayonhiserrand,towhichEthanBrandmadenoobjection,norseemedhardlytonoticeit。Hesatonalogofwood,lookingsteadfastlyattheirondoorofthekiln。Whenthechildwasoutofsight,andhisswiftandlightfootstepsceasedtobeheardtreadingfirstonthefallenleavesandthenontherockymountain-path,thelime-burnerbegantoregrethisdeparture。Hefeltthatthelittlefellow’spresencehadbeenabarrierbetweenhisguestandhimself,andthathemustnowdeal,hearttoheart,withamanwho,onhisownconfession,hadcommittedtheoneonlycrimeforwhichHeavencouldaffordnomercy。Thatcrime,initsindistinctblackness,seemedtoovershadowhim,andmadehismemoryriotouswithathrongofevilshapesthatassertedtheirkindredwiththeMasterSin,whateveritmightbe,whichitwaswithinthescopeofman’scorruptednaturetoconceiveandcherish。Theywereallofonefamily;theywenttoandfrobetweenhisbreastandEthanBrand’s,andcarrieddarkgreetingsfromonetotheother。

  ThenBartramrememberedthestorieswhichhadgrowntraditionaryinreferencetothisstrangeman,whohadcomeuponhimlikeashadowofthenight,andwasmakinghimselfathomeinhisoldplace,aftersolongabsence,thatthedeadpeople,deadandburiedforyears,wouldhavehadmorerighttobeathome,inanyfamiliarspot,thanhe。EthanBrand,itwassaid,hadconversedwithSatanhimselfintheluridblazeofthisverykiln。Thelegendhadbeenmatterofmirthheretofore,butlookedgrislynow。Accordingtothistale,beforeEthanBranddepartedonhissearch,hehadbeenaccustomedtoevokeafiendfromthehotfurnaceofthelime-kiln,nightafternight,inordertoconferwithhimabouttheUnpardonableSin;themanandthefiendeachlaboringtoframetheimageofsomemodeofguiltwhichcouldneitherbeatonedfornorforgiven。And,withthefirstgleamoflightuponthemountain-top,thefiendcreptinattheirondoor,theretoabidetheintensestelementoffireuntilagainsummonedforthtoshareinthedreadfultaskofextendingman’spossibleguiltbeyondthescopeofHeaven’selseinfinitemercy。

  Whilethelime-burnerwasstrugglingwiththehorrorofthesethoughts,EthanBrandrosefromthelog,andflungopenthedoorofthekiln。TheactionwasinsuchaccordancewiththeideainBartram’smind,thathealmostexpectedtoseetheEvilOneissueforth,red-hot,fromtheragingfurnace。

  \"Hold!hold!\"criedhe,withatremulousattempttolaugh;forhewasashamedofhisfears,althoughtheyovermasteredhim。\"Don’t,formercy’ssake,bringoutyourDevilnow!\"

  \"Man!\"sternlyrepliedEthanBrand,\"whatneedhaveIoftheDevil?Ihavelefthimbehindme,onmytrack。Itiswithsuchhalf-waysinnersasyouthathebusieshimself。Fearnot,becauseIopenthedoor。Idobutactbyoldcustom,andamgoingtotrimyourfire,likealime-burner,asIwasonce。\"

  Hestirredthevastcoals,thrustinmorewood,andbentforwardtogazeintothehollowprison-houseofthefire,regardlessofthefierceglowthatreddeneduponhisface。Thelime-burnersatwatchinghim,andhalfsuspectedthisstrangeguestofapurpose,ifnottoevokeafiend,atleasttoplungeintotheflames,andthusvanishfromthesightofman。EthanBrand,however,drewquietlyback,andclosedthedoorofthekiln。

  \"Ihavelooked,\"saidhe,\"intomanyahumanheartthatwasseventimeshotterwithsinfulpassionsthanyonderfurnaceiswithfire。ButIfoundnottherewhatIsought。No,nottheUnpardonableSin!\"

  \"WhatistheUnpardonableSin?\"askedthelime-burner;andthenheshrankfartherfromhiscompanion,tremblinglesthisquestionshouldbeanswered。

  \"Itisasinthatgrewwithinmyownbreast,\"repliedEthanBrand,standingerectwithapridethatdistinguishesallenthusiastsofhisstamp。\"Asinthatgrewnowhereelse!ThesinofanintellectthattriumphedoverthesenseofbrotherhoodwithmanandreverenceforGod,andsacrificedeverythingtoitsownmightyclaims!Theonlysinthatdeservesarecompenseofimmortalagony!Freely,wereittodoagain,wouldIincurtheguilt。UnshrinkinglyIaccepttheretribution!\"

  \"Theman’sheadisturned,\"mutteredthelime-burnertohimself。

  \"Hemaybeasinnerliketherestofus,——nothingmorelikely,——but,I’llbesworn,heisamadmantoo。\"

  Nevertheless,hefeltuncomfortableathissituation,alonewithEthanBrandonthewildmountain-side,andwasrightgladtoheartheroughmurmuroftongues,andthefootstepsofwhatseemedaprettynumerousparty,stumblingoverthestonesandrustlingthroughtheunderbrush。Soonappearedthewholelazyregimentthatwaswonttoinfestthevillagetavern,comprehendingthreeorfourindividualswhohaddrunkflipbesidethebar-roomfirethroughallthewinters,andsmokedtheirpipesbeneaththestoopthroughallthesummers,sinceEthanBrand’sdeparture。Laughingboisterously,andminglingalltheirvoicestogetherinunceremonioustalk,theynowburstintothemoonshineandnarrowstreaksoffirelightthatilluminatedtheopenspacebeforethelime-kiln。Bartramsetthedoorajaragain,floodingthespotwithlight,thatthewholecompanymightgetafairviewofEthanBrand,andheofthem。

  There,amongotheroldacquaintances,wasaonceubiquitousman,nowalmostextinct,butwhomwewereformerlysuretoencounteratthehotelofeverythrivingvillagethroughoutthecountry。Itwasthestage-agent。Thepresentspecimenofthegenuswasawiltedandsmoke-driedman,wrinkledandred-nosed,inasmartlycut,brown,bobtailedcoat,withbrassbuttons,who,foralengthoftimeunknown,hadkepthisdeskandcornerinthebar-room,andwasstillpuffingwhatseemedtobethesamecigarthathehadlightedtwentyyearsbefore。Hehadgreatfameasadryjoker,though,perhaps,lessonaccountofanyintrinsichumorthanfromacertainflavorofbrandy-toddyandtobacco-smoke,whichimpregnatedallhisideasandexpressions,aswellashisperson。Anotherwell-remembered,thoughstrangelyaltered,facewasthatofLawyerGiles,aspeoplestillcalledhimincourtesy;

  anelderlyragamuffin,inhissoiledshirtsleevesandtow-clothtrousers。Thispoorfellowhadbeenanattorney,inwhathecalledhisbetterdays,asharppractitioner,andingreatvogueamongthevillagelitigants;butflip,andsling,andtoddy,andcocktails,imbibedatallhours,morning,noon,andnight,hadcausedhimtoslidefromintellectualtovariouskindsanddegreesofbodilylabor,tillatlast,toadopthisownphrase,heslidintoasoap-vat。Inotherwords,Gileswasnowasoap-boiler,inasmallway。Hehadcometobebutthefragmentofahumanbeing,apartofonefoothavingbeenchoppedoffbyanaxe,andanentirehandtornawaybythedevilishgripofasteam-engine。Yet,thoughthecorporealhandwasgone,aspiritualmemberremained;for,stretchingforththestump,Gilessteadfastlyaverredthathefeltaninvisiblethumbandfingerswithasvividasensationasbeforetherealoneswereamputated。

  Amaimedandmiserablewretchhewas;butone,nevertheless,whomtheworldcouldnottrampleon,andhadnorighttoscorn,eitherinthisoranypreviousstageofhismisfortunes,sincehehadstillkeptupthecourageandspiritofaman,askednothingincharity,andwithhisonehand——andthattheleftone——foughtasternbattleagainstwantandhostilecircumstances。

  Amongthethrong,too,cameanotherpersonage,who,withcertainpointsofsimilaritytoLawyerGiles,hadmanymoreofdifference。Itwasthevillagedoctor;amanofsomefiftyyears,whom,atanearlierperiodofhislife,weintroducedaspayingaprofessionalvisittoEthanBrandduringthelatter’ssupposedinsanity。Hewasnowapurple-visaged,rude,andbrutal,yethalf-gentlemanlyfigure,withsomethingwild,ruined,anddesperateinhistalk,andinallthedetailsofhisgestureandmanners。Brandypossessedthismanlikeanevilspirit,andmadehimassurlyandsavageasawildbeast,andasmiserableasalostsoul;buttherewassupposedtobeinhimsuchwonderfulskill,suchnativegiftsofhealing,beyondanywhichmedicalsciencecouldimpart,thatsocietycaughtholdofhim,andwouldnotlethimsinkoutofitsreach。So,swayingtoandfrouponhishorse,andgrumblingthickaccentsatthebedside,hevisitedallthesick-chambersformilesaboutamongthemountaintowns,andsometimesraisedadyingman,asitwere,bymiracle,orquiteasoften,nodoubt,senthispatienttoagravethatwasdugmanyayeartoosoon。Thedoctorhadaneverlastingpipeinhismouth,and,assomebodysaid,inallusiontohishabitofswearing,itwasalwaysalightwithhell-fire。

  Thesethreeworthiespressedforward,andgreetedEthanBrandeachafterhisownfashion,earnestlyinvitinghimtopartakeofthecontentsofacertainblackbottle,inwhich,astheyaverred,hewouldfindsomethingfarbetterworthseekingthantheUnpardonableSin。Nomind,whichhaswroughtitselfbyintenseandsolitarymeditationintoahighstateofenthusiasm,canendurethekindofcontactwithlowandvulgarmodesofthoughtandfeelingtowhichEthanBrandwasnowsubjected。Itmadehimdoubt——and,strangetosay,itwasapainfuldoubt——whetherhehadindeedfoundtheUnpardonableSin,andfounditwithinhimself。Thewholequestiononwhichhehadexhaustedlife,andmorethanlife,lookedlikeadelusion。

  \"Leaveme,\"hesaidbitterly,\"yebrutebeasts,thathavemadeyourselvesso,shrivellingupyoursoulswithfieryliquors!I

  havedonewithyou。Yearsandyearsago,Igropedintoyourheartsandfoundnothingthereformypurpose。Getyegone!\"

  \"Why,youuncivilscoundrel,\"criedthefiercedoctor,\"isthatthewayyourespondtothekindnessofyourbestfriends?Thenletmetellyouthetruth。YouhavenomorefoundtheUnpardonableSinthanyonderboyJoehas。Youarebutacrazyfellow,——Itoldyousotwentyyearsago,-neitherbetternorworsethanacrazyfellow,andthefitcompanionofoldHumphrey,here!\"

  Hepointedtoanoldman,shabbilydressed,withlongwhitehair,thinvisage,andunsteadyeyes。Forsomeyearspastthisagedpersonhadbeenwanderingaboutamongthehills,inquiringofalltravellerswhomhemetforhisdaughter。Thegirl,itseemed,hadgoneoffwithacompanyofcircus-performers,andoccasionallytidingsofhercametothevillage,andfinestoriesweretoldofherglitteringappearanceassherodeonhorsebackinthering,orperformedmarvellousfeatsonthetight-rope。

  Thewhite-hairedfathernowapproachedEthanBrand,andgazedunsteadilyintohisface。

  \"Theytellmeyouhavebeenallovertheearth,\"saidhe,wringinghishandswithearnestness。\"Youmusthaveseenmydaughter,forshemakesagrandfigureintheworld,andeverybodygoestoseeher。Didshesendanywordtoheroldfather,orsaywhenshewascomingback?\"

  EthanBrand’seyequailedbeneaththeoldman’s。Thatdaughter,fromwhomhesoearnestlydesiredawordofgreeting,wastheEstherofourtale,theverygirlwhom,withsuchcoldandremorselesspurpose,EthanBrandhadmadethesubjectofapsychologicalexperiment,andwasted,absorbed,andperhapsannihilatedhersoul,intheprocess。

  \"Yes,\"hemurmured,turningawayfromthehoarywanderer,\"itisnodelusion。ThereisanUnpardonableSin!\"

  Whilethesethingswerepassing,amerryscenewasgoingforwardintheareaofcheerfullight,besidethespringandbeforethedoorofthehut。Anumberoftheyouthofthevillage,youngmenandgirls,hadhurriedupthehill-side,impelledbycuriositytoseeEthanBrand,theheroofsomanyalegendfamiliartotheirchildhood。Findingnothing,however,veryremarkableinhisaspect,——nothingbutasunburntwayfarer,inplaingarbanddustyshoes,whosatlookingintothefireasifhefanciedpicturesamongthecoals,——theseyoungpeoplespeedilygrewtiredofobservinghim。Asithappened,therewasotheramusementathand。

  AnoldGermanJewtravellingwithadioramaonhisback,waspassingdownthemountain-roadtowardsthevillagejustasthepartyturnedasidefromit,and,inhopesofekingouttheprofitsoftheday,theshowmanhadkeptthemcompanytothelime-kiln。

  \"Come,oldDutchman,\"criedoneoftheyoungmen,\"letusseeyourpictures,ifyoucansweartheyareworthlookingat!\"

  \"Ohyes,Captain,\"answeredtheJew,——whetherasamatterofcourtesyorcraft,hestyledeverybodyCaptain,——\"Ishallshowyou,indeed,someverysuperbpictures!\"

  So,placinghisboxinaproperposition,heinvitedtheyoungmenandgirlstolookthroughtheglassorificesofthemachine,andproceededtoexhibitaseriesofthemostoutrageousscratchingsanddaubings,asspecimensofthefinearts,thateveranitinerantshowmanhadthefacetoimposeuponhiscircleofspectators。Thepictureswerewornout,moreover,tattered,fullofcracksandwrinkles,dingywithtobacco-smoke,andotherwiseinamostpitiablecondition。Somepurportedtobecities,publicedifices,andruinedcastlesinEurope;othersrepresentedNapoleon’sbattlesandNelson’ssea-fights;andinthemidstofthesewouldbeseenagigantic,brown,hairyhand,——whichmighthavebeenmistakenfortheHandofDestiny,though,intruth,itwasonlytheshowman’s,——pointingitsforefingertovariousscenesoftheconflict,whileitsownergavehistoricalillustrations。When,withmuchmerrimentatitsabominabledeficiencyofmerit,theexhibitionwasconcluded,theGermanbadelittleJoeputhisheadintothebox。Viewedthroughthemagnifying-glasses,theboy’sround,rosyvisageassumedthestrangestimaginableaspectofanimmenseTitanicchild,themouthgrinningbroadly,andtheeyesandeveryotherfeatureoverflowingwithfunatthejoke。Suddenly,however,thatmerryfaceturnedpale,anditsexpressionchangedtohorror,forthiseasilyimpressedandexcitablechildhadbecomesensiblethattheeyeofEthanBrandwasfixeduponhimthroughtheglass。

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