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Crimes were committed, sheep filched, and drovers robbed and beaten; most of which offences had a moorland burial and were never heard of in the courts of justice.
The train, already sinking into distance, carried away with it the noise of crowds and cities and the last suggestions of the stressful life behind me, and from the little station on the moorland I stepped at once into the world of silent, growing things, tinkling sheep-bells, shepherds, and wild, desolate spaces. My path lay diagonally across the turfy hills.
'We are off the main road now, 'I remarked; 'even should they pursue us, they would be unlikely to follow this side track. 'Yet it would be wise to show them a clean pair of heels, said Saxon, spurring his mare into a gallop. Lockarby and I followed his example, and we all three rode swiftly along the rough moorland track.
So they ride on over heath and moorland over what is the garden of Fata Morgana in the hot summer, though now icy, like all the country towards the church of Widberg. The wind is blowing his trumpet too blowing it harder and harder. He blows up a storm a terrible storm that increases more and more. Towards the church they ride, as fast as they may through the storm.
He might not value the last in his present fever and rashness, but he would weigh it more justly hereafter. The moorland inheritance was not of great money purchase, but it had descended to its possessors through long generations. It was hallowed by venerable associations. The name and the property together were of some importance in this nook of the south.
It's a maxim of a wise man never to return by the same road he came, providing another's free to him." "Ay, ay, Rob," said the Bailie, "that's ane o' the maxims ye learned when ye were a drover; ye caredna to face the tenants where your beasts had been taking a rug of their moorland grass in the by-ganging, and I doubt your road's waur marked now than it was then."
The books were always most carefully and punctually returned, and in time Jacob Settle and I became quite friends. Once or twice as I crossed the moorland on Sundays I looked in on him; but on such occasions he was shy and ill at ease so that I felt diffident about calling to see him. He would never under any circumstances come into my own lodgings.
When they had sat upon their hillocks, and eaten their sandwiches, regretting that the basket of provisions had not been bigger, and had drunk their sherry and water out of the little horn mug which Mrs. Crocket had lent them, Nora started off across the moorland alone.
He was present, however, in the clerical habiliments of his order . . . I may also add that among the many who were present at those sad Sunday orgies the majority were non-residents, and came from those moorland fastnesses on the outskirts of the parish locally designated as 'ovver th' steyres, one stage more remote than Haworth from modern civilization.
And then forgetting his grandeur he fell to and stuffed himself with buns and drank milk out of the pail in copious draughts in the manner of any hungry little boy who had been taking unusual exercise and breathing in moorland air and whose breakfast was more than two hours behind him. This was the beginning of many agreeable incidents of the same kind. They actually awoke to the fact that as Mrs.
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