CHAPTER XXIII.

“Within the cave of yonder hill.”

… “Monsters,

Cumbrous as moving fortresses, draw near.”

The boat which had borne Julia from the vale of Borrowdale, now neared

a very wild part of the further shore. One of the rowers grappling the

bank with a boat-hook, the boat fell alongside the rocks. The person who

seemed to command the others stood up, shook the immense folds of his

cloak, lifted Julia to land, and holding her trembling arm firmly within

his, hurried her up the rugged coast. They were soon in a narrow valley,

resembling the chasm which it may be supposed the rending in twain of

a mountain might form. The stranger whistled, and was answered by a

similar sound, which seemed to proceed from within that portion of the

mountain, which, its rough and shaggy face studded with jutting rocks,

and hung with underwood, rose almost perpendicularly on their left.

On turning round one of the most considerable of those projections, a

stream of light crossed the path a little way before them, though the

source whence it came was not yet visible. They continued to approach

the spot; and now a clanking of chains was heard, soon after which, they

arrived at the entrance of a cavern, the interior of which was strongly

illuminated by a large faggot fire.

Here a most extraordinary apparition presented itself. It was in the act

of coming forward from a distant part of the cave. On reaching about its

centre, it halted. It either was, or from the lowness of the roof and

strangeness of the light, it appeared to be, of gigantic stature; the

very shadow which it cast traversed the floor, and rose over the arched

side, dilating and contracting as the blazes of the faggots moved; and

throwing all behind it into the deepest gloom.

The appearance we are describing, did not owe its whole bulk to one

object; but whether what seemed to be the principal being of the

composite monster, was male or female, mortal or devil, it was not very

easy to determine. It was seated upright, and in masculine fashion, on

the back of a creature little removed from the living skeleton of a

horse. It wore, what seemed to have been intended, more in mockery than

in modesty, for a petticoat; which piece of feminine attire being, by

the mode of sitting adopted by the rider, rendered of little avail, a

considerable portion of sooty coloured but fleshy limbs were visible;

while arms of a like description were planted, what is vulgarly termed

a-kimbo. The countenance also partaking of the Ethiop’s hue, the

blackened eyelids gave an additional glare to the impudent glee of the

eye, and the sooty lips, spread by a grin indicative of coarse mirth,

displayed teeth, to which contrast gave a dazzling whiteness; yet which

served but to light up a thick-lipped mouth, the expression of which

inspired a feeling of disgust it is impossible to define. The rest of

the features, had a dauntless bearing, a certain fearlessness superadded

to their shamelessness. This latter characteristic, indeed, pervaded the

whole air of a figure, which was crowned by a mis-shapen and much abused

man’s hat, worn on one side of the head. It happened to be that which

was in shadow, while the brow on the side next to the burning faggots,

the cheek on the same side, the chin, the swell also of the limbs, the

folds of the petticoat; all, in short, which rounded or protruded, was

so curiously bronzed by the golden glare of the fire-light, that the

whole apparition had much the effect of a great equestrian metal cast,

magically gifted with life; for the horse too, if horse it might be

called, partook of the partial illumination.

The animal was large boned and stood high, whilst its heavy head

hanging to its shrunken neck, nearly touched the ponderous hoof of the

advanced fore-foot. It was blind of one eye, and dim from behind a filmy

mist, gleamed the spark of life which still remained in the other. Its

shoulders were galled, its knees broken, and its gaunt and extraordinary

appearance completed by the uncommon accoutrement of weighty iron chains,

which hung trailing on the ground on either side.

The thus unenviably mounted rider had paused, as has been already

noticed, in the centre of the cave, when our heroine and her conductor

presented themselves at its mouth. On their entering, a loud coarse

laugh echoed round the vault, which through all its hoarseness and

discordance, had just enough of the tones of a female voice, to insult

every association on the subject of woman’s loveliness. Our equestrian,

towards whom we fear we must in future use a feminine pronoun, kicked the

creature on which she was mounted, with both the heels of her iron-shod

wooden shoes. This appeared to be a signal well understood between the

parties; for the wretched animal immediately commenced its operations by

lifting one of its heavy hinder feet, placing it on the shaggy fetlock of

one of the fore ones, and stumbling.

“Dang thee, thoo deevil!” she exclaimed, pulling him up by a bridle of

rope, which served, on occasion, the double purpose of whip, never being

required but about the neck and shoulders, the above noticed method with

the heels, serving to enliven the hinder parts.

In a voice of thunder, the ruffian, who still held Julia’s arm fast

within the folds of his cloak, uttered the monosyllable, “Stop!” He

was obeyed, and now received from the hands of his mounted assistant, a

parcel, containing a bonnet and cloak of the commonest description. These

he commanded Julia to put on; and roughly assisting in removing those she

had worn for her evening walk, he flung them into the fire, where they

were quickly consumed.

During the moment that intervened between the taking off one muffle,

and the close wrapping of her form in the other, a painter might have

found a striking subject in the uncongeniality with the surrounding

scene, and contrast with the fierce and coarse actors in it, of Julia’s

entire appearance. The youthful grace of her figure, simply but elegantly

dressed, in that most becoming of all costumes—a summer evening home

half-dress of soft white muslin; while the noble as well as lovely

countenance, the fair throat, the beautiful hair, were also (by the

temporary removal of the bonnet as well as cloak) fully displayed.

Another moment, and our heroine’s coarse disguise had converted the

gentle vision into the similitude of a market-woman, or farmer’s servant.

Her terrific waiting-man, who had stood in the stead of waiting-maid,

on the completion of her metamorphosis, lifted her from the ground, and

placed her on the shoulders of the horse, where, immediately, the rough

sooty arm of the rider, with the muscles of a blacksmith, and the flesh

of a woman, was wrapped tightly round her waist.

Meanwhile the two fellows who had rowed the boat entered. The glare of

light which now fell on their faces and figures, shewed them to be of

the same tribe of savages to which belonged the woman already described.

The chief distinction was, that they wore not the sole female attribute

displayed by her, the petticoat. The covering substituted by them

consisting of a scanty species of soot-coloured shirt and drawers,

leathern aprons, and a quantity of jet black dust. Their sinewy arms were

bare, the shirt-sleeve being pushed up to the shoulder, while the front

part of the same garment hung loosely open down to the girdle, exhibiting

an abundant growth of such covering as nature sometimes bestows on bipeds

of this description, in common with the four-footed race. Beards of

unchecked luxuriance covered their chins and upper lips, bushy whiskers

met the beards, and the long, wild, disorderly hair of the heads,

crowning all, left little that could be called face. That little was

either black or blackened, and gave to the eyes, as they reflected back

the fire-light, something of the appearance already remarked in those

of the female: in point of expression, however, theirs, instead of the

gleeful leer of unshrinking impudence which characterized her’s, had the

quick pursuing flash of ferocity.

“All right?” demanded the mysterious stranger, as they appeared. “Awe

right!” they replied, and passed on, till their figures were lost in

the darkness which veiled the distant part of the cave. From thence

a clanking of chains was soon heard, and shortly after the savage

forms re-appeared; but now mounted on animals so like the one already

described, that an enumeration of their points would be unnecessary. One

of the fellows also led a horse of a rather better description, which

the commander of the party took from him, and mounted. The cavalcade now

quitted the cavern.

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