Part 8 (1/2)

He hurried on the remainder of his clothes, and went out. But he had not gone many steps when what should he meet but a merry little brook coming cantering down between two of the mounds! It had already worn itself a channel in the path. He followed it up, wondering much, bewildered indeed; and had got to a little turfy hollow, down the middle of which it came bubbling and gabbling along, when Willie caught sight of him, and bounded to meet him with a radiant countenance and almost inarticulate cries of delight.

”Am I awake, Willie? or am I dreaming?” he asked.

”Wide awake, papa,” answered Willie.

”Then what is the meaning of this? _You_ seem to be in the secret: where does this water come from? I feel as if I were in a fairy tale.”

”Isn't it lovely?” cried Willie. ”I'll show you where it comes from.

This way. You'll spoil your boots there. Look at the rhubarb-bed; it's turned into a swamp.”

”The garden will be ruined,” said his father.

”No, no, papa; we won't let it come to that. I've been watching it.

There's no soil carried away yet. Do come and see.”

In mute astonishment, his father followed.

As I have already described it, the ground was very uneven, with many heights and hollows, whence it came that the water took an amazing number of twists and turns. Willie led his father as straight as he could, but I don't know how often they crossed the little brook before they came to where, from the old stone shaft, like the crater of a volcano, it rolled over the brim, an eruption of cool, clear, lucid water. Plenteous it rose and overflowed, like a dark yet clear molten gem, tumbling itself into the open world. How deliciously wet it looked in the shadow I---how it caught the sun the moment it left the chamber, grew merry, and trotted and trolled and cantered along!

”Is this _your_ work, Willie?” asked his father, who did not know which of twenty questions to ask first.

”Mostly,” said Willie.

”You little wizard! what have you been about? I can't understand it. We must make a drain for it at once.”

”Bury a beauty like that in a drain!” cried Willie. ”O papa!”

”Well, I don't know what else to do with it. How is it that it never found its way out before--somewhere or other?”

”I'll soon show you that,” said Willie. ”I'll soon send it about its business.”

He had thought, when he first saw the issuing water, that the weight of the fallen stones and the hard covering of earth being removed, the spring had burst out with tenfold volume and vigour; but had satisfied himself by thinking about it, that the cause of the overflow must be the great stone he had set leaning against the side the last thing before dropping work the previous night: it must have blocked up the opening, and prevented the water from getting out as fast as before, that is, as fast as the spring rose. Therefore he now laid hold of the rope, which was still connected with the stone, and, not aware of how the water would help him by partly floating it, was astonished to find how easily he moved it. At once it swung away from the side into the middle of the well; the water ceased to run over the edge, with a loud gurgling began to sink, and sank down and down and down until the opening by which it escaped was visible.

”Ah! now, now I understand!” cried Mr Macmichael. ”It's the old well of the Priory you've come upon, you little burrowing mole.”

”Sandy helped me out with the stones. I thought there might be a treasure down there, and that set me digging. It was a funny treasure to find--wasn't it? No treasure could have been prettier though.”

”If this be the Prior's Well, and all be true they said about it in old times,” returned his father, ”it may turn out a greater treasure than you even hoped for, Willie. Why, as I found some time ago in an old book about the monasteries of the country, people used to come from great distances to drink the water of the Prior's Well, believing it a cure for every disease under the sun. Run into the house and fetch me a jug.”

”Yes, papa,” said Willie, and bounded off.

There was no little brook careering through the garden now--only a few pools here and there--and its channel would soon be dry in the hot sun.

But Willie thought how delightful it was to be able to have one there whenever he pleased. And it might be a much bigger brook too, for, instead of using the stone which could but partly block the water from the underground way, he would cut a piece of wood large enough to cover the opening, and rounded a little to fit the side of the well; then he would put the big stone just so far from the opening that the piece of wood could get through between it and the side of the well, and so be held tight. Then all the water would be forced to mount up, get out at the top, and run through the garden.

Meantime Mr Macmichael, having gone to see what course the water had taken, and how it had left the garden, found that, after a very circuitous route, it had run through the hedge into a surface drain in the field, and so down the hill towards the river.

When Willie brought him the jug, he filled it from the well, and carried the water into his surgery. There he put a little of it into several different gla.s.ses, and dropping something out of one bottle into one gla.s.s, and something out of another bottle into another gla.s.s, soon satisfied himself that it contained medicinal salts in considerable quant.i.ties. There could be no doubt that Willie had found the Prior's Well.