CASTLE CRAGG.
The wildest scene, but this, can show
Some touch of nature's genial glow;
But here, above, around, below,
On mountain or in glen,
Nor tree, nor shrub, nor plant, nor flower.
Nor aught of vegetative power
The weary eye may ken.
For all is rocks at random thrown,
Black waves, bare crags, and banks of stone.
--_Scott._
Immediately after dinner they set out again on this last stage of
their journey, Claudia and Vincent riding in the first fly and
Frisbie and the "gorillas" in the second one. The road still lay
along the cliffs above the sea. And Claudia still sat and gazed
through the window of the fly as she had gazed through the window of
the coach, at the wild, grand, awful scenery of the coast. Hour
after hour they rode on until the afternoon darkened into evening.
The last object of interest that caught Claudia's attention, before
night closed the scene, was far in advance of them up the coast. It
was a great promontory stretching far out into the sea and lifting
its lofty head high into the heavens. Upon its extreme point stood
an ancient castle, which at that height seemed but a crow's nest in
size.
Claudia called Lord Vincent's attention to it.
"What castle is that, my lord, perched upon that high promontory? I
should think it an interesting place, an historical place, built
perhaps in ancient times as a stronghold against Danish invasion,"
she said.
"That? Oh, ah, yes! That is a trifle historical, in the record of a
score of sieges, storms, assaults, and so on; and a bit traditional,
in legends of some hundred capital crimes and mortal sins; and in
fact altogether, as you say, rather interesting, especially to you,
Claudia. It is Castle Cragg, and it will have the honor to be your
future residence."
"Heaven forbid!" exclaimed Claudia, gazing now in consternation upon
that drear, desolate, awful rock. "Dread point of Dis" it seemed
indeed to her.
"For a season only, my dear, of course," said the viscount, with the
queerest of smiles, of which Claudia could make nothing
satisfactory.
She continued to look out, but the longer she gazed upon that awful
cliff and the nearer she approached it, the more appalled she
became. She now saw, in turning a winding of the coast, that the
point of the cliff stretched much farther out to sea than had at
first appeared, and that only a low neck of land connected it with
the main; and she knew that when the tide was high this promontory
must be entirely cut off from the coast and become, to all intents
and purposes, an island. Approaching nearer still, she saw that the
cliff was but a huge, bare, barren rock, of which the castle, built
and walled in of the same rock, seemed but an outgrowth and a
portion.
If this rock-bound, sea-walled dwelling-place, which had evidently
been built rather for a fortification than for a family residence,
struck terror to the heart of Claudia, what effect must it have had
upon the superstitious mind of poor old Katie, riding in the fly
behind, when Mr. Frisbie was so good as to point it out to her with
the agreeable information that it was to be her future home.
"What, dat!" exclaimed the old woman in consternation. "You don't
mean dat! Well, lord! I'se offen hearn tell of de 'Debbil's Icy
Peak,' but I nebber expected to cotch my eyes on it, much less lib
on it, I tell you all good!"
"That's it, hows'ever, Mrs. Gorilla," said Mr. Frisbie.
"I keep a-telling you as my family name aint Gorilla, it's Mortimer;
dough Gorilla is a perty name, too; it ralely is, on'y you see,
chile, it aint mine," said unconscious Katie.
But the darkening night shut out from their view the awful cliff to
which, however, they were every moment approaching nearer.
Fortunately as the carriages reached the base of this cliff the tide
was low, and they were enabled to pass the neck of land that united
the island to the coast and made it a promontory. After passing over
this narrow strip they ascended the cliff by a road so steep that it
had been paved with flagstones placed edgeways to afford a hold for
the horses' hoofs and aid them in climbing. It was too dark to see
all this then; but Claudia knew from the inclined position of the
carriage how steep was the ascent, and she held her very breath for
fear. As for old Katie, in the carriage behind, she began praying.
A solitary light shone amid the darkness above them. It came from a
lamp at the top of the castle gate. They reached the summit of the
cliff in safety, and Lady Vincent breathed freely again and old
Katie's prayers changed to thanksgivings.
They crossed the drawbridge over the ancient moat and entered the
castle gate. The light above it revealed the ghastly, iron-toothed
portcullis, that looked ready to fall and impale any audacious
passenger under its impending fangs. And they entered the old paved
courtyard and crossed over to the main entrance of the castle hall.
Here, at length, some of the attendant honors of Lady Vincent's new
rank seemed ready to greet her.
The establishment had been expecting its lord and had heard the
sound of carriages. The great doors were thrown open; lights flashed
out; liveried servants appeared in attendance.
"You got my telegram, I perceive, Cuthbert," Lord Vincent said to a
large, red-haired Scot, in plain citizen's clothes, who seemed to be
the porter.
"Yes, me laird, though, as ye ken, the chiels at yon office at Banff
hae to send it by a special messenger--sae it took a long time to
win here."
"All right, Cuthbert, since you received it in time to be ready for
us. Light us into the green parlor, and send the housekeeper here to
attend Lady Vincent."
"Yes, me laird," answered the man, bowing low before he led the way
into a room so elegantly furnished as to afford a pleasant surprise
to Claudia, who certainly did not expect to find anything so bright
and new in this dark, old castle.
Here she was presently joined by a tall, spare, respectable-looking
old woman in a black linsey dress, white apron and neck shawl, and
high-crowned Scotch cap.
"How do you do, dame? You will show Lady Vincent to her apartments
and wait her orders."
"Eh, sirs! anither ane!" ejaculated the old woman under her breath;
then turning to Claudia, with a courtesy she said: "I am ready to
attend your leddyship."
Claudia arose and followed her through the vast hall and up the
lofty staircase to another great square stone hall, whose four walls
were regularly indented by lines of doors leading into the bed
chambers and dressing rooms.
And as Claudia looked upon this array, her first thought was that a
stranger might easily get confused among them and open the wrong
door. And that it would be well to have them numbered as at hotels
to prevent mistakes.
The old housekeeper opened one of the doors and admitted her
mistress into a beautifully furnished and decorated suite of
apartments which consisted of boudoir, bedroom, and dressing room
opening into each other, so that, as Claudia entered the first, she
had the vista of the three before her eyes. The floors were covered
with Turkey carpets so soft and deep in texture that they yielded
like turf under the tread. And the heavy furniture was all of black
walnut; and the draperies were all of golden-brown satin damask and
richly embroidered lace.
The effect of the whole was warm, rich, and comfortable.
Claudia looked around herself with approbation; her spirits rose;
she felt reconciled to the rugged old fortress that contained such
splendors within its walls; for who would care how rough the casket,
so that the jewels it held were of the finest water? Her plans
"soared up again like fire."
She passed through the whole suite of rooms to the dressing room,
which was the last in succession, and seated herself in an easy-
chair beside a bright coal fire.
"The dinner will be served in an hour, me leddy. Will I bring your
leddyship a cup of tea before you begin to dress?" inquired the
housekeeper.
"If you please, you may send it to me by one of my own women. You
are too aged to walk up and down stairs," replied Claudia kindly.
"Hech, sirs! I'm e'en reddy to haud me ain wi' any lassie i' the
house," said she, nodding her tall, flapping white sap.
"Will you tell me your name, that I may know in future what to call
you?" Claudia asked.
"It's e'en just Mistress Murdock, at your leddyship's bidding. And
now I'll gae bring the tea."
"Send my servant Katie to me at the same time," said Lady Vincent,
who, when she was left alone, turned again to view the magnificence
that surrounded her.
"If ever I spend another autumn on this bleak coast, I shall take
care to fill the castle halls and chambers with gay company," she
said to herself.
The housekeeper entered with an elegant little tea-service of gold
plate, and set it on a stand of mosaic work, by Claudia's side.
While she was drinking her tea Katie entered, smiling with both her
eyes and all her teeth.
"Well, my ladyship, ma'am, this looks like life at last; don't it,
though?"
"I think so, Katie," said her mistress, sipping her aromatic
"oolong."
"I like Scraggy better nor I thought I would."
"You like what?"
"This big jail of a house--Scraggy something or other they call it."
"Castle Cragg."
"Yes, that's it; plague take the outlandish names, I say!"
"Now, Katie, unpack my maize-colored moire antique. I must dress for
dinner."
Of course Claudia expected to meet no one at dinner except the
disagreeable companion of her journey; but Claudia would have made
an elaborate evening toilet had there been no one but herself to
admire it.
So she arrayed herself with very great splendor and went downstairs.
In the lower hall she found the porter and several footmen.
"Show me into the drawing room," she said to the former.
Old Cuthbert bowed and walked before her, and threw open a pair of
folding doors leading into the grand saloon of the castle. And
Claudia entered.