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Like Connie Myers, he, too, put his head into the opening; and then, a queer, unpleasant smile on his lips, he bent quickly over the man on the floor. Hagan was no more than stunned, and was even then beginning to show signs of returning consciousness. There was a rattle, a clang, a thud and the bar, too long to come all the way through, dropped into the opening and stood upright.
Mingled with this solemn, intermittent roar of the sea was the continuous clink of picks, chisels, and hammers, and the loud clang of the two forges; that on the beacon being distinctly different from the other, owing to the wooden erection on which it stood rendering it deep and thunderous. Torches and forge fires cast a glare over all, rendering the foam pale green and the rocks deep red.
"McCarthy, just have the chain-pumps rigged and pump out the hold to get rid of all that water we have taken on board." "Aye, aye, sorr," was the hearty response, and the "cling, clang" of the pumps was soon heard resounding with a will through the ship, the men encouraged by the mate to do their best. Still, it was a bad look-out.
For sixty times sixty slow, throbbing seconds, the silent hand creeps unnoticed round the dial and then, with whirr and clang, the bell rings out, and another hour of the world's secular day is gone.
"Is it the clang of wild-geese, Is it the Indians' yell That lends to the voice of the North wind The tone of a far-off bell? "The voyageur smiles as he listens To the sound that grows apace: Well he knows the vesper ringing Of the bells of Saint Boniface. "The bells of the Roman mission That call from their turrets twain, To the boatmen on the river, To the hunters on the plain."
He let him go without even learning his name or address. When it was too late, Yan awoke to his blunder. He haunted all those woods in hopes of chancing on him there again, but he never did. Glenyan Oh! what a song the Wild Geese sang that year! How their trumpet clang went thrilling in his heart, to smite there new and hidden chords that stirred and sang response.
Strike, strike the iron, children o’ Mulciber, Hot from the charcoal cheerily glimmering! Swing, swing, my boys, high swing the sledges! Heave at it, heave at it, all! Together! Great Mars, the war God, watches ye laboring Joyously. Joyous watches the gleam o’ the Bright sparkles, upsoaring the faster, Faster as our merry blows revive them. Well knoweth He that clang.
When, after reflecting on what Alicia had told me, I began to call to mind what I had been able to observe for myself, I found ample materials to excite my curiosity in relation to the doctor, if not my distrust. I have already described how I heard the clang of the heavy door, on the occasion of my first visit to the red-brick house.
They reached the summit in safety, and the priest pulled the horses up at the great door the first carriage to disturb the quiet of that spot for nearly a generation. He twisted the reins round the whip-socket, and clambering down rang the great bell. It answered to his imperious summons by the hollow clang that betrays an empty house. No one came.
Nancy, however, approved the step he had taken, and said she would be content to know that all was well with him. Upon a Sunday morning, when the church bells had ceased to clang, Luckworth Crewe, not altogether at his ease in garb of flagrant respectability, sat by the fireside of a pleasant little room conversing with Mrs. Damerel.
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