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Tess
Durbeyfield
,
then
,
in
good
heart
,
and
full
of
zest
for
life
,
descended
the
Egdon
slopes
lower
and
lower
towards
the
dairy
of
her
pilgrimage
.
The
marked
difference
,
in
the
final
particular
,
between
the
rival
vales
now
showed
itself
.
The
secret
of
Blackmoor
was
best
discovered
from
the
heights
around
;
to
read
aright
the
valley
before
her
it
was
necessary
to
descend
into
its
midst
.
When
Tess
had
accomplished
this
feat
she
found
herself
to
be
standing
on
a
carpeted
level
,
which
stretched
to
the
east
and
west
as
far
as
the
eye
could
reach
.
The
river
had
stolen
from
the
higher
tracts
and
brought
in
particles
to
the
vale
all
this
horizontal
land
;
and
now
,
exhausted
,
aged
,
and
attenuated
,
lay
serpentining
along
through
the
midst
of
its
former
spoils
.
Not
quite
sure
of
her
direction
Tess
stood
still
upon
the
hemmed
expanse
of
verdant
flatness
,
like
a
fly
on
a
billiard
-
table
of
indefinite
length
,
and
of
no
more
consequence
to
the
surroundings
than
that
fly
.
The
sole
effect
of
her
presence
upon
the
placid
valley
so
far
had
been
to
excite
the
mind
of
a
solitary
heron
,
which
,
after
descending
to
the
ground
not
far
from
her
path
,
stood
with
neck
erect
,
looking
at
her
.
Suddenly
there
arose
from
all
parts
of
the
lowland
a
prolonged
and
repeated
call
—
“
Waow
!
waow
!
waow
!
”
From
the
furthest
east
to
the
furthest
west
the
cries
spread
as
if
by
contagion
,
accompanied
in
some
cases
by
the
barking
of
a
dog
.
It
was
not
the
expression
of
the
valley
’
s
consciousness
that
beautiful
Tess
had
arrived
,
but
the
ordinary
announcement
of
milking
-
time
—
half
-
past
four
o
’
clock
,
when
the
dairymen
set
about
getting
in
the
cows
.
The
red
and
white
herd
nearest
at
hand
,
which
had
been
phlegmatically
waiting
for
the
call
,
now
trooped
towards
the
steading
in
the
background
,
their
great
bags
of
milk
swinging
under
them
as
they
walked
.
Tess
followed
slowly
in
their
rear
,
and
entered
the
barton
by
the
open
gate
through
which
they
had
entered
before
her
.
Long
thatched
sheds
stretched
round
the
enclosure
,
their
slopes
encrusted
with
vivid
green
moss
,
and
their
eaves
supported
by
wooden
posts
rubbed
to
a
glossy
smoothness
by
the
flanks
of
infinite
cows
and
calves
of
bygone
years
,
now
passed
to
an
oblivion
almost
inconceivable
in
its
profundity
.
Between
the
post
were
ranged
the
milchers
,
each
exhibiting
herself
at
the
present
moment
to
a
whimsical
eye
in
the
rear
as
a
circle
on
two
stalks
,
down
the
centre
of
which
a
switch
moved
pendulum
-
wise
;
while
the
sun
,
lowering
itself
behind
this
patient
row
,
threw
their
shadows
accurately
inwards
upon
the
wall
.
Thus
it
threw
shadows
of
these
obscure
and
homely
figures
every
evening
with
as
much
care
over
each
contour
as
if
it
had
been
the
profile
of
a
court
beauty
on
a
palace
wall
;
copied
them
as
diligently
as
it
had
copied
Olympian
shapes
on
marble
FACADES
long
ago
,
or
the
outline
of
Alexander
,
Caesar
,
and
the
Pharaohs
.
They
were
the
less
restful
cows
that
were
stalled
.
Those
that
would
stand
still
of
their
own
will
were
milked
in
the
middle
of
the
yard
,
where
many
of
such
better
behaved
ones
stood
waiting
now
—
all
prime
milchers
,
such
as
were
seldom
seen
out
of
this
valley
,
and
not
always
within
it
;
nourished
by
the
succulent
feed
which
the
water
-
meads
supplied
at
this
prime
season
of
the
year
.
Those
of
them
that
were
spotted
with
white
reflected
the
sunshine
in
dazzling
brilliancy
,
and
the
polished
brass
knobs
of
their
horns
glittered
with
something
of
military
display
Their
large
-
veined
udders
hung
ponderous
as
sandbags
,
the
teats
sticking
out
like
the
legs
of
a
gipsy
’
s
crock
;
and
as
each
animal
lingered
for
her
turn
to
arrive
the
milk
oozed
forth
and
fell
in
drops
to
the
ground
.
