Part 4 (2/2)
”Kitty, how dare you?” Mrs. Caldwell began.
”It's to the journey I'm alludin' now, m'em,” Kitty explained with dignity. ”The child can't bear the travellin'.”
”Well, it won't last much longer now,” said papa, and then made some remark to mamma in Italian, which brought back her good-humour. They always spoke Italian to each other, because papa did not know French so well as mamma did. Beth supposed at that time that all grown-up people spoke French or Italian to each other, and she used to wonder which she would speak when she was grown up.
They stopped at an inn for an hour or two, for there was still another stage of this interminable journey. Mildred had a bag with a big doll in it, and some almond-sweets. She left it on a window-seat when they went to have something to eat, and when she thought of it again it was nowhere to be found.
”They would steal the teeth out of your head in this G.o.d-forsaken country,” Captain Caldwell exclaimed, in a tone of exasperation.
An awful vision of igneous rocks, with mis-shapen creatures prowling about amongst them, instantly appeared to Beth in ill.u.s.tration of a G.o.d-forsaken country, but she tried vainly to imagine how stealing teeth out of your head was to be managed.
When they set off again, and had left the grey town with its green trees and clear rivulet behind, the road lay through a wild and desolate region. Great dark mountains rolled away in every direction, and were piled up above the travellers to the very sky. The scene was most melancholy in its grandeur, and Beth, gazing at it fascinated, with big eyes dilated to their full extent, became exceedingly depressed. At one turn of the way, in a field below, they saw a gentleman carrying a gun, and attended by a party of armed policemen.
”That's Mr. Burke going over his property,” Captain Caldwell observed to his wife. ”He's unpopular just now, and daren't move without an escort. His life's not worth a moment's purchase a hundred yards from his own gate, and I expect he'll be shot like a dog some day, with all his precautions.”
”Oh, why does he stay?” Mrs. Caldwell exclaimed.
”Just pluck,” her husband answered; ”and he likes it. It certainly does add to the interest of life.”
”O Henry! don't speak like that,” Mrs. Caldwell remonstrated. ”They can't owe you any grudge.”
Captain Caldwell flipped a fly from his horse's ear.
Beth gazed down at the doomed gentleman, and fairly quailed for him.
She half expected to see the policemen turn on him and shoot him before her eyes, and a strange excitement gradually grew upon her. She seemed to be seeing and hearing and feeling without eyes, or ears, or a body.
The carriage rocked like a s.h.i.+p at sea, and once or twice it seemed to be going right over.
”What a dreadfully bad road!” Mrs. Caldwell exclaimed.
”Yes,” her husband rejoined, ”the roads about here are the very devil.
This is one of the best. Do you see that one over there?” pointing with his whip to a white line that zigzagged across a neighbouring mountain. ”It's disused now. That's Gallows Hill, where a man was hanged.”
Beth gazed at the spot with horror. ”I see him!” she cried.
”See whom?” said her mother.
”I see the man hanging.”
”Oh, nonsense!” Mrs. Caldwell exclaimed. ”Why, the man was hanged ages ago. He isn't there now.”
”You must speak the truth, young lady,” papa said severely.
Beth, put to shame by the reproof, shrank into herself. She was keenly sensitive to blame. But all the same her great grey eyes were riveted on the top of the hill, for there, against the sky, she did distinctly see the man dangling from the gibbet.
”Kitty,” she whispered, ”don't you see him?”
”Whisht, darlint,” Kitty said, covering Beth's eyes with her hand. ”I don't see him. But I'll not be after calling ye a liar because ye do, for I guess ye see more nor most, Holy Mother purtect us! But whisht now, you mustn't look at him any more.”
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