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This
climax
of
the
series
had
been
reached
to
-
night
on
the
aforesaid
moor
,
and
for
the
first
time
in
the
season
its
irregularities
were
forms
without
features
;
suggestive
of
anything
,
proclaiming
nothing
,
and
without
more
character
than
that
of
being
the
limit
of
something
else
—
the
lowest
layer
of
a
firmament
of
snow
.
From
this
chaotic
skyful
of
crowding
flakes
the
mead
and
moor
momentarily
received
additional
clothing
,
only
to
appear
momentarily
more
naked
thereby
.
The
vast
arch
of
cloud
above
was
strangely
low
,
and
formed
as
it
were
the
roof
of
a
large
dark
cavern
,
gradually
sinking
in
upon
its
floor
;
for
the
instinctive
thought
was
that
the
snow
lining
the
heavens
and
that
encrusting
the
earth
would
soon
unite
into
one
mass
without
any
intervening
stratum
of
air
at
all
.
We
turn
our
attention
to
the
left
-
hand
characteristics
;
which
were
flatness
in
respect
of
the
river
,
verticality
in
respect
of
the
wall
behind
it
,
and
darkness
as
to
both
.
These
features
made
up
the
mass
.
If
anything
could
be
darker
than
the
sky
,
it
was
the
wall
,
and
if
any
thing
could
be
gloomier
than
the
wall
it
was
the
river
beneath
.
The
indistinct
summit
of
the
facade
was
notched
and
pronged
by
chimneys
here
and
there
,
and
upon
its
face
were
faintly
signified
the
oblong
shapes
of
windows
,
though
only
in
the
upper
part
.
Below
,
down
to
the
water
’
s
edge
,
the
flat
was
unbroken
by
hole
or
projection
.
An
indescribable
succession
of
dull
blows
,
perplexing
in
their
regularity
,
sent
their
sound
with
difficulty
through
the
fluffy
atmosphere
.
It
was
a
neighbouring
clock
striking
ten
.
The
bell
was
in
the
open
air
,
and
being
overlaid
with
several
inches
of
muffling
snow
,
had
lost
its
voice
for
the
time
.
About
this
hour
the
snow
abated
:
ten
flakes
fell
where
twenty
had
fallen
,
then
one
had
the
room
of
ten
.
Not
long
after
a
form
moved
by
the
brink
of
the
river
.
By
its
outline
upon
the
colourless
background
,
a
close
observer
might
have
seen
that
it
was
small
.
This
was
all
that
was
positively
discoverable
,
though
it
seemed
human
.
The
shape
went
slowly
along
,
but
without
much
exertion
,
for
the
snow
,
though
sudden
,
was
not
as
yet
more
than
two
inches
deep
.
At
this
time
some
words
were
spoken
aloud
:
—
"
One
.
Two
.
Three
.
Four
.
Five
.
"
Between
each
utterance
the
little
shape
advanced
about
half
a
dozen
yards
.
It
was
evident
now
that
the
windows
high
in
the
wall
were
being
counted
.
The
word
"
Five
"
represented
the
fifth
window
from
the
end
of
the
wall
.
Here
the
spot
stopped
,
and
dwindled
smaller
.
The
figure
was
stooping
.
Then
a
morsel
of
snow
flew
across
the
river
towards
the
fifth
window
.
It
smacked
against
the
wall
at
a
point
several
yards
from
its
mark
.
The
throw
was
the
idea
of
a
man
conjoined
with
the
execution
of
a
woman
.
No
man
who
had
ever
seen
bird
,
rabbit
,
or
squirrel
in
his
childhood
,
could
possibly
have
thrown
with
such
utter
imbecility
as
was
shown
here
.
