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Festival
fires
to
Thor
and
Woden
had
followed
on
the
same
ground
and
duly
had
their
day
.
Indeed
,
it
is
pretty
well
known
that
such
blazes
as
this
the
heathmen
were
now
enjoying
are
rather
the
lineal
descendants
from
jumbled
Druidical
rites
and
Saxon
ceremonies
than
the
invention
of
popular
feeling
about
Gunpowder
Plot
.
Moreover
to
light
a
fire
is
the
instinctive
and
resistant
act
of
man
when
,
at
the
winter
ingress
,
the
curfew
is
sounded
throughout
Nature
.
It
indicates
a
spontaneous
,
Promethean
rebelliousness
against
that
fiat
that
this
recurrent
season
shall
bring
foul
times
,
cold
darkness
,
misery
and
death
.
Black
chaos
comes
,
and
the
fettered
gods
of
the
earth
say
,
Let
there
be
light
.
The
brilliant
lights
and
sooty
shades
which
struggled
upon
the
skin
and
clothes
of
the
persons
standing
round
caused
their
lineaments
and
general
contours
to
be
drawn
with
Dureresque
vigour
and
dash
.
Yet
the
permanent
moral
expression
of
each
face
it
was
impossible
to
discover
,
for
as
the
nimble
flames
towered
,
nodded
,
and
swooped
through
the
surrounding
air
,
the
blots
of
shade
and
flakes
of
light
upon
the
countenances
of
the
group
changed
shape
and
position
endlessly
.
All
was
unstable
;
quivering
as
leaves
,
evanescent
as
lightning
.
Shadowy
eye
-
sockets
,
deep
as
those
of
a
death
’
s
head
,
suddenly
turned
into
pits
of
lustre
:
a
lantern
-
jaw
was
cavernous
,
then
it
was
shining
;
wrinkles
were
emphasized
to
ravines
,
or
obliterated
entirely
by
a
changed
ray
.
Nostrils
were
dark
wells
;
sinews
in
old
necks
were
gilt
mouldings
;
things
with
no
particular
polish
on
them
were
glazed
;
bright
objects
,
such
as
the
tip
of
a
furze
-
hook
one
of
the
men
carried
,
were
as
glass
;
eyeballs
glowed
like
little
lanterns
.
Those
whom
Nature
had
depicted
as
merely
quaint
became
grotesque
,
the
grotesque
became
preternatural
;
for
all
was
in
extremity
.
Hence
it
may
be
that
the
face
of
an
old
man
,
who
had
like
others
been
called
to
the
heights
by
the
rising
flames
,
was
not
really
the
mere
nose
and
chin
that
it
appeared
to
be
,
but
an
appreciable
quantity
of
human
countenance
.
He
stood
complacently
sunning
himself
in
the
heat
.
With
a
speaker
,
or
stake
,
he
tossed
the
outlying
scraps
of
fuel
into
the
conflagration
,
looking
at
the
midst
of
the
pile
,
occasionally
lifting
his
eyes
to
measure
the
height
of
the
flame
,
or
to
follow
the
great
sparks
which
rose
with
it
and
sailed
away
into
darkness
.
The
beaming
sight
,
and
the
penetrating
warmth
,
seemed
to
breed
in
him
a
cumulative
cheerfulness
,
which
soon
amounted
to
delight
.
With
his
stick
in
his
hand
he
began
to
jig
a
private
minuet
,
a
bunch
of
copper
seals
shining
and
swinging
like
a
pendulum
from
under
his
waistcoat
:
he
also
began
to
sing
,
in
the
voice
of
a
bee
up
a
flue
—
“
The
king
’
call
’
d
down
’
his
no
-
bles
all
’
,
By
one
’
,
by
two
’
,
by
three
’
;
Earl
Mar
’
-
shal
,
I
’
ll
’
go
shrive
’
-
the
queen
’
,
And
thou
’
shalt
wend
’
with
me
’
.
“
A
boon
’
,
a
boon
’
,
quoth
Earl
’
Mar
-
shal
’
,
