gable-walls

Updated: July 17, 2026

To-day their roof-trees lay humbled on the hearth, the gable-walls stood black and eerie, with the wind piping between the stones, the cabars or joists held charred arms to heaven, like poor martyrs seeking mercy. Nothing in or about these once happy homesteads, and the pertinents and pendicles near them, had been spared by the robbers.

Neil Munro - John Splendid: The Tale of a Poor Gentleman, and the Little Wars of Lorn