Meet us on:
Entire Site
    Try our fun game

    Dueling book covers…may the best design win!

    Random Quote
    "Politics is not a bad profession. If you succeed there are many rewards, if you disgrace yourself you can always write a book."

    Subscribe to Our Newsletter

    Follow us on Twitter

    Never miss a good book again! Follow Read Print on Twitter

    Chapter 1

    • Rate it:
    Launch Reading Mode Next Chapter
    Chapter 2
    Previous Chapter
    I do not quite know how it happened, my recollection of the whole matter
    ebbing in a somewhat clouded condition. I fancy I had gone somewhere on
    a botanizing expedition, but whether at home or abroad I don't know. At
    all events, I remember that I had taken up the study of plants with a
    good deal of enthusiasm, and that while hunting for some variety in the
    mountains I sat down to rest on the edge of a ravine. Perhaps it was on
    the ledge of an overhanging rock; anyhow, if I remember rightly, the
    ground gave way all about me, precipitating me below. The fall was a
    very considerable one--probably thirty or forty feet, or more, and I was
    rendered unconscious. How long I lay there under the heap of earth and
    stones carried down in my fall it is impossible to say: perhaps a long
    time; but at last I came to myself and struggled up from the
    _debris_, like a mole coming to the surface of the earth to feel
    the genial sunshine on his dim eyeballs. I found myself standing (oddly
    enough, on all fours) in an immense pit created by the overthrow of a
    gigantic dead tree with a girth of about thirty or forty feet. The tree
    itself had rolled down to the bottom of the ravine; but the pit in which
    it had left the huge stumps of severed roots was, I found, situated in a
    gentle slope at the top of the bank! How, then, I could have fallen
    seemingly so far from no height at all, puzzled me greatly: it looked as
    if the solid earth had been indulging in some curious transformation
    pranks during those moments or minutes of insensibility. Another
    singular circumstance was that I had a great mass of small fibrous
    rootlets tightly woven about my whole person, so that I was like a
    colossal basket-worm in its case, or a big man-shaped bottle covered
    with wicker-work. It appeared as if the roots had _grown_ round me!
    Luckily they were quite sapless and brittle, and without bothering my
    brains too much about the matter, I set to work to rid myself of them.
    After stripping the woody covering off, I found that my tourist suit of
    rough Scotch homespun had not suffered much harm, although the cloth
    exuded a damp, moldy smell; also that my thick-soled climbing boots had
    assumed a cracked rusty appearance as if I had been engaged in some
    brick-field operations; while my felt hat was in such a discolored and
    battered condition that I felt almost ashamed to put it on my head. My
    watch was gone; perhaps I had not been wearing it, but my pocket-book in
    which I had my money was safe in my breast pocket.

    Glad and grateful at having escaped with unbroken bones from such a
    dangerous accident, I set out walking along the edge of the ravine,
    which soon broadened to a valley running between two steep hills; and
    then, seeing water at the bottom and feeling very dry, I ran down the
    slope to get a drink. Lying flat on my chest to slake my thirst animal
    fashion, I was amazed at the reflection the water gave back of my face:
    it was, skin and hair, thickly encrusted with clay and rootlets! Having
    taken a long drink, I threw off my clothes to have a bath; and after
    splashing about for half an hour managed to rid my skin of its
    accumulations of dirt. While drying in the wind I shook the loose sand
    and clay from my garments, then dressed, and, feeling greatly refreshed,
    proceeded on my walk.

    For an hour or so I followed the valley in its many windings, but,
    failing to see any dwelling-place, I ascended a hill to get a view of
    the surrounding country. The prospect which disclosed itself when I had
    got a couple of hundred feet above the surrounding level, appeared
    unfamiliar. The hills among which I had been wandering were now behind
    me; before me spread a wide rolling country, beyond which rose a
    mountain range resembling in the distance blue banked-up clouds with
    summits and peaks of pearly whiteness. Looking on this scene I could
    hardly refrain from shouting with joy, so glad did the sunlit expanse of
    earth, and the pure exhilarating mountain breeze, make me feel. The
    season was late summer--that was plain to see; the ground was moist, as
    if from recent showers, and the earth everywhere had that intense living
    greenness with which it reclothes itself when the greater heats are
    over; but the foliage of the woods was already beginning to be touched
    here and there with the yellow and russet hues of decay. A more tranquil
    and soul-satisfying scene could not be imagined: the dear old mother
    earth was looking her very best; while the shifting golden sunlight, the
    mysterious haze in the distance, and the glint of a wide stream not very
    far off, seemed to spiritualize her "happy autumn fields," and bring
    them into a closer kinship with the blue over-arching sky. There was one
    large house or mansion in sight, but no town, nor even a hamlet, and not
    one solitary spire. In vain I scanned the horizon, waiting impatiently
    to see the distant puff of white steam from some passing engine. This
    troubled me not a little, for I had no idea that I had drifted so far
    from civilization in my search for specimens, or whatever it was that
    brought me to this pretty, primitive wilderness. Not quite a wilderness,
    however, for there, within a short hour's walk of the hill, stood the
    one great stone mansion, close to the river I had mentioned. There were
    also horses and cows in sight, and a number of scattered sheep were
    grazing on the hillside beneath me.

    Strange to relate, I met with a little misadventure on account of the
    sheep--an animal which one is accustomed to regard as of a timid and
    inoffensive nature. When I set out at a brisk pace to walk to the house
    I have spoken of, in order to make some inquiries there, a few of the
    sheep that happened to be near began to bleat loudly, as if alarmed, and
    by and by they came hurrying after me, apparently in a great state of
    excitement. I did not mind them much, but presently a pair of horses,
    attracted by their bleatings, also seemed struck at my appearance, and
    came at a swift gallop to within twenty yards of me. They were
    magnificent-looking brutes, evidently a pair of well-groomed carriage
    horses, for their coats, which were of a fine bronze color, sparkled
    wonderfully in the sunshine. In other respects they were very unlike
    carriage animals, for they had tails reaching to the ground, like
    funeral horses, and immense black leonine manes, which gave them a
    strikingly bold and somewhat formidable appearance. For some moments
    they stood with heads erect, gazing fixedly at me, and then
    simultaneously delivered a snort of defiance or astonishment, so loud
    and sudden that it startled me like the report of a gun. This tremendous
    equine blast brought yet another enemy on the field in the shape of a
    huge milk-white bull with long horns: a very noble kind of animal, but
    one which I always prefer to admire from behind a hedge, or at a
    distance through a field-glass. Fortunately his wrathful mutterings gave
    me timely notice of his approach, and without waiting to discover his
    intentions, I incontinently fled down the slope to the refuge of a grove
    or belt of trees clothing the lower portion of the hillside. Spent and
    panting from my run, I embraced a big tree, and turning to face the foe,
    found that I had not been followed: sheep, horses, and bull were all
    grouped together just where I had left them, apparently holding a
    consultation, or comparing notes.

    The trees where I had sought shelter were old, and grew here and there,
    singly or in scattered groups: it was a pretty wilderness of mingled
    tree, shrub and flower. I was surprised to find here some very large and
    ancient-looking fig-trees, and numbers of wasps and flies were busy
    feeding on a few over-ripe figs on the higher branches. Honey-bees also
    roamed about everywhere, extracting sweets from the autumn bloom, and
    filling the sunny glades with a soft, monotonous murmur of sound.
    Walking on full of happy thoughts and a keen sense of the sweetness of
    life pervading me, I presently noticed that a multitude of small birds
    were gathering about me, flitting through the trees overhead and the
    bushes on either hand, but always keeping near me, apparently as much
    excited at my presence as if I had been a gigantic owl, or some such
    unnatural monster. Their increasing numbers and incessant excited
    chirping and chattering at first served to amuse, but in the end began
    to irritate me. I observed, too, that the alarm was spreading, and that
    larger birds, usually shy of men--pigeons, jays, and magpies, I fancied
    they were--now began to make their appearance. Could it be, thought I
    with some concern, that I had wandered into some uninhabited wilderness,
    to cause so great a commotion among the little feathered people? I very
    soon dismissed this as an idle thought, for one does not find houses,
    domestic animals, and fruit-trees in desert places. No, it was simply
    the inherent cantankerousness of little birds which caused them to annoy
    me. Looking about on the ground for something to throw at them, I found
    in the grass a freshly-fallen walnut, and, breaking the shell, I quickly
    ate the contents. Never had anything tasted so pleasant to me before!
    But it had a curious effect on me, for, whereas before eating it I had
    not felt hungry, I now seemed to be famishing, and began excitedly
    searching about for more nuts. They were lying everywhere in the
    greatest abundance; for, without knowing it, I had been walking through
    a grove composed in large part of old walnut-trees. Nut after nut was
    picked up and eagerly devoured, and I must have eaten four or five dozen
    before my ravenous appetite was thoroughly appeased. During this feast I
    had paid no attention to the birds, but when my hunger was over I began
    again to feel annoyed at their trivial persecutions, and so continued to
    gather the fallen nuts to throw at them. It amused and piqued me at the
    same time to see how wide of the mark my missiles went. I could hardly
    have hit a haystack at a distance of ten yards. After half an hour's
    vigorous practice my right hand began to recover its lost cunning, and I
    was at last greatly delighted when of my nuts went hissing like a bullet
    through the leaves, not further than a yard from the wren, or whatever
    the little beggar was, I had aimed at. Their Impertinences did not like
    this at all; they began to find out that I was a rather dangerous person
    to meddle with: their ranks were broken, they became demoralized and
    scattered, in all directions, and I was finally left master of the

    "Dolt that I am," I suddenly exclaimed, "to be fooling away my time when
    the nearest railway station or hotel is perhaps twenty miles away."

    I hurried on, but when I got to the end of the grove, on the green sward
    near some laurel and juniper bushes, I came on an excavation apparently
    just made, the loose earth which had been dug out looking quite fresh
    and moist. The hole or foss was narrow, about five feet deep and seven
    feet long, and looked, I imagined, curiously like a grave. A few yards
    away was a pile of dry brushwood, and some faggots bound together with
    ropes of straw, all apparently freshly cut from the neighboring bushes.
    As I stood there, wondering what these things meant, I happened to
    glance away in the direction of the house where I intended to call,
    which was not now visible owing to an intervening grove of tall trees,
    and was surprised to discover a troop of about fifteen persons advancing
    along the valley in my direction. Before them marched a tall
    white-bearded old man; next came eight men, bearing a platform on their
    shoulders with some heavy burden resting upon it; and behind these
    followed the others. I began to think that they were actually carrying a
    corpse, with the intention of giving it burial in that very pit beside
    which I was standing; and, although it looked most unlike a funeral, for
    no person in the procession wore black, the thought strengthened to a
    conviction when I became able to distinguish a recumbent, human-like
    form in a shroud-like covering on the platform. It seemed altogether a
    very unusual proceeding, and made me feel extremely uncomfortable; so
    much so that I considered it prudent to step back behind the bushes,
    where I could watch the doings of the processionists without being

    Led by the old man--who carried, suspended by thin chains, a large
    bronze censer, or brazier rather, which sent out a thin continuous
    wreath of smoke--they came straight on to the pit; and after depositing
    their burden on the grass, remained standing for some minutes,
    apparently to rest after their walk, all conversing together, but in
    subdued tones, so that I could not catch their words, although standing
    within fifteen yards of the grave. The uncoffined corpse, which seemed
    that of a full-grown man, was covered with a white cloth, and rested on
    a thick straw mat, provided with handles along the sides. On these
    things, however, I bestowed but a hasty glance, so profoundly absorbed
    had I become in watching the group of living human beings before me; for
    they were certainly utterly unlike any fellow-creatures I had ever
    encountered before. The old man was tall and spare, and from his
    snowy-white majestic beard I took him to be about seventy years old; but
    he was straight as an arrow, and his free movements and elastic tread
    were those of a much younger man. His head was adorned with a dark red
    skull-cap, and he wore a robe covering the whole body and reaching to
    the ankles, of a deep yellow or rhubarb color; but his long wide sleeves
    under his robe were dark red, embroidered with yellow flowers. The other
    men had no covering on their heads, and their luxuriant hair, worn to
    the shoulders, was, in most cases, very dark. Their garments were also
    made in a different fashion, and consisted of a kilt-like dress, which
    came half-way to the knees, a pale yellow shirt fitting tight to the
    skin, and over it a loose sleeveless vest. The entire legs were cased in
    stockings, curious in pattern and color. The women wore garments
    resembling those of the men, but the tight-fitting sleeves reached only
    half-way to the elbow, the rest of the arm being bare; and the
    outergarment was all in one piece, resembling a long sleeveless jacket,
    reaching below the hips. The color of their dresses varied, but in most
    cases different shades of blue and subdued yellow predominated. In all,
    the stockings showed deeper and richer shades of color than the other
    garments; and in their curiously segmented appearance, and in the
    harmonious arrangement of the tints, they seemed to represent the skins
    of pythons and other beautifully variegated serpents. All wore low shoes
    of an orange-brown color, fitting closely so as to display the shape of
    the foot.

    From the moment of first seeing them I had had no doubt about the sex of
    the tall old leader of the procession, his shining white beard being as
    conspicuous at a distance as a shield or a banner; but looking at the
    others I was at first puzzled to know whether the party was composed of
    men or women, or of both, so much did they resemble each other in
    height, in their smooth faces, and in the length of their hair. On a
    closer inspection I noticed the difference of dress of the sexes; also
    that the men, if not sterner, had faces at all events less mild and soft
    in expression than the women, and also a slight perceptible down on the
    cheeks and upper lip.

    After a first hasty survey of the group in general, I had eyes for only
    one person in it--a fine graceful girl about fourteen years old, and the
    youngest by far of the party. A description of this girl will give some
    idea, albeit a very poor one, of the faces and general appearance of
    this strange people I had stumbled on. Her dress, if a garment so brief
    can be called a dress, showed a slaty-blue pattern on a straw-colored
    ground, while her stockings were darker shades of the same colors. Her
    eyes, at the distance I stood from her, appeared black, or nearly black,
    but when seen closely they proved to be green--a wonderfully pure,
    tender sea-green; and the others, I found, had eyes of the same hue. Her
    hair fell to her shoulders; but it was very wavy or curly, and strayed
    in small tendril-like tresses over her neck, forehead and cheeks; in
    color it was golden black--that is, black in shade, but when touched
    with sunlight every hair became a thread of shining red-gold; and in
    some lights it looked like raven-black hair powdered with gold-dust. As
    to her features, the forehead was broader and lower, the nose larger,
    and the lips more slender, than in our most beautiful female types. The
    color was also different, the delicately molded mouth being purple-red
    instead of the approved cherry or coral hue; while the complexion was a
    clear dark, and the color, which mantled the cheeks in moments of
    excitement, was a dim or dusky rather than a rosy red.

    The exquisite form and face of this young girl, from the first moment of
    seeing her, produced a very deep impression; and I continued watching
    her every movement and gesture with an intense, even a passionate
    interest. She had a quantity of flowers in her hand; but these sweet
    emblems, I observed, were all gayly colored, which seemed strange, for
    in most places white flowers are used in funeral ceremonies. Some of the
    men who had followed the body carried in their hands broad,
    three-cornered bronze shovels, with short black handles, and these they
    had dropped upon the grass on arriving at the grave. Presently the old
    man stooped and drew the covering back from the dead one's face--a
    rigid, marble-white face set in a loose mass of black hair. The others
    gathered round, and some standing, others kneeling, bent on the still
    countenance before them a long earnest gaze, as if taking an eternal
    farewell of one they had deeply loved. At this moment the the beautiful
    girl I have described all at once threw herself with a sobbing cry on
    her knees before the corpse, and, stooping, kissed the face with
    passionate grief. "Oh, my beloved, must we now leave you alone forever!"
    she cried between the sobs that shook her whole frame. "Oh, my love--my
    love--my love, will you come back to us no more!"

    The others all appeared deeply affected at her grief, and presently a
    young man standing by raised her from the ground and drew her gently
    against his side, where for some minutes she continued convulsively
    weeping. Some of the other men now passed ropes through the handles of
    the straw mat on which the corpse rested, and raising it from the
    platform lowered it into the foss. Each person in turn then advanced and
    dropped some flowers into the grave, uttering the one word "Farewell" as
    they did so; after which the loose earth was shoveled in with the bronze
    implements. Over the mound the hurdle on which the straw mat had rested
    was then placed, the dry brushwood and faggots heaped over it and
    ignited with a coal from the brazier. White smoke and crackling flames
    issued anon from the pile, and in a few moments the whole was in a
    fierce blaze.

    Standing around they all waited in silence until the fire had burnt
    itself out; then the old man advancing stretched his arms above the
    white and still smoking ashes and cried in a loud voice: "Farewell
    forever, O well beloved son! With deep sorrow and tears we have given
    you back to Earth; but not until she has made the sweet grass and
    flowers grow again on this spot, scorched and made desolate with fire,
    shall our hearts be healed of their wound and forget their grief."
    Next Chapter
    Chapter 2
    Previous Chapter
    If you're writing a W. H. Hudson essay and need some advice, post your W. H. Hudson essay question on our Facebook page where fellow bookworms are always glad to help!

    Top 5 Authors

    Top 5 Books

    Book Status
    Want to read

    Are you sure you want to leave this group?