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The
reason
of
her
sudden
displacement
now
appeared
.
With
her
dropping
out
of
sight
on
the
right
side
,
a
newcomer
,
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
come
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
newcomers
,
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
.
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
commanded
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
commanded
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
commemoration
.
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
become
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
complaints
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
with
this
spot
.
The
ashes
of
the
original
British
pyre
which
blazed
from
that
summit
lay
fresh
and
undisturbed
in
the
barrow
beneath
their
tread
.
The
flames
from
funeral
piles
long
ago
kindled
there
had
shone
down
upon
the
lowlands
as
these
were
shining
now
.
