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"
O
no
.
"
"
What
,
then
?
"
Gabriel
,
perhaps
a
little
piqued
by
the
comely
traveller
’
s
indifference
,
glanced
back
to
where
he
had
witnessed
her
performance
over
the
hedge
,
and
said
,
"
Vanity
.
"
It
was
nearly
midnight
on
the
eve
of
St
.
Thomas
’
s
,
the
shortest
day
in
the
year
.
A
desolating
wind
wandered
from
the
north
over
the
hill
whereon
Oak
had
watched
the
yellow
waggon
and
its
occupant
in
the
sunshine
of
a
few
days
earlier
.
Norcombe
Hill
—
not
far
from
lonely
Toller
-
Down
—
was
one
of
the
spots
which
suggest
to
a
passer
-
by
that
he
is
in
the
presence
of
a
shape
approaching
the
indestructible
as
nearly
as
any
to
be
found
on
earth
.
It
was
a
featureless
convexity
of
chalk
and
soil
—
an
ordinary
specimen
of
those
smoothly
-
outlined
protuberances
of
the
globe
which
may
remain
undisturbed
on
some
great
day
of
confusion
,
when
far
grander
heights
and
dizzy
granite
precipices
topple
down
.
The
hill
was
covered
on
its
northern
side
by
an
ancient
and
decaying
plantation
of
beeches
,
whose
upper
verge
formed
a
line
over
the
crest
,
fringing
its
arched
curve
against
the
sky
,
like
a
mane
.
To
-
night
these
trees
sheltered
the
southern
slope
from
the
keenest
blasts
,
which
smote
the
wood
and
floundered
through
it
with
a
sound
as
of
grumbling
,
or
gushed
over
its
crowning
boughs
in
a
weakened
moan
.
The
dry
leaves
in
the
ditch
simmered
and
boiled
in
the
same
breezes
,
a
tongue
of
air
occasionally
ferreting
out
a
few
,
and
sending
them
spinning
across
the
grass
.
A
group
or
two
of
the
latest
in
date
amongst
the
dead
multitude
had
remained
till
this
very
mid
-
winter
time
on
the
twigs
which
bore
them
and
in
falling
rattled
against
the
trunks
with
smart
taps
.
Between
this
half
-
wooded
half
-
naked
hill
,
and
the
vague
still
horizon
that
its
summit
indistinctly
commanded
,
was
a
mysterious
sheet
of
fathomless
shade
—
the
sounds
from
which
suggested
that
what
it
concealed
bore
some
reduced
resemblance
to
features
here
.
The
thin
grasses
,
more
or
less
coating
the
hill
,
were
touched
by
the
wind
in
breezes
of
differing
powers
,
and
almost
of
differing
natures
—
one
rubbing
the
blades
heavily
,
another
raking
them
piercingly
,
another
brushing
them
like
a
soft
broom
.
The
instinctive
act
of
humankind
was
to
stand
and
listen
,
and
learn
how
the
trees
on
the
right
and
the
trees
on
the
left
wailed
or
chaunted
to
each
other
in
the
regular
antiphonies
of
a
cathedral
choir
;
how
hedges
and
other
shapes
to
leeward
then
caught
the
note
,
lowering
it
to
the
tenderest
sob
;
and
how
the
hurrying
gust
then
plunged
into
the
south
,
to
be
heard
no
more
.
The
sky
was
clear
—
remarkably
clear
—
and
the
twinkling
of
all
the
stars
seemed
to
be
but
throbs
of
one
body
,
timed
by
a
common
pulse
.
The
North
Star
was
directly
in
the
wind
’
s
eye
,
and
since
evening
the
Bear
had
swung
round
it
outwardly
to
the
east
,
till
he
was
now
at
a
right
angle
with
the
meridian
.
A
difference
of
colour
in
the
stars
—
oftener
read
of
than
seen
in
England
—
was
really
perceptible
here
.
The
sovereign
brilliancy
of
Sirius
pierced
the
eye
with
a
steely
glitter
,
the
star
called
Capella
was
yellow
,
Aldebaran
and
Betelgueux
shone
with
a
fiery
red
.
To
persons
standing
alone
on
a
hill
during
a
clear
midnight
such
as
this
,
the
roll
of
the
world
eastward
is
almost
a
palpable
movement
.
The
sensation
may
be
caused
by
the
panoramic
glide
of
the
stars
past
earthly
objects
,
which
is
perceptible
in
a
few
minutes
of
stillness
,
or
by
the
better
outlook
upon
space
that
a
hill
affords
,
or
by
the
wind
,
or
by
the
solitude
;
but
whatever
be
its
origin
,
the
impression
of
riding
along
is
vivid
and
abiding
.
The
poetry
of
motion
is
a
phrase
much
in
use
,
and
to
enjoy
the
epic
form
of
that
gratification
it
is
necessary
to
stand
on
a
hill
at
a
small
hour
of
the
night
,
and
,
having
first
expanded
with
a
sense
of
difference
from
the
mass
of
civilised
mankind
,
who
are
dreamwrapt
and
disregardful
of
all
such
proceedings
at
this
time
,
long
and
quietly
watch
your
stately
progress
through
the
stars
.
After
such
a
nocturnal
reconnoitre
it
is
hard
to
get
back
to
earth
,
and
to
believe
that
the
consciousness
of
such
majestic
speeding
is
derived
from
a
tiny
human
frame
.
