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Courtney never was without the heavy English walking-stick on which he occasionally leaned for support. He took long strolls in the country, frequently passing the Windom place, and twice he had gone as far as the railed-in base of Quill's Window. From the footpath at the bottom he could look through the trees up to the bare crest of the rock.
Works the same way when you're prayin' for it to stop rainin'. My grandfather once prayed for a solid two months before he got rain, and then, by gosh, he had to pray for nearly three weeks to get it to quit." Supper over, the young man had reminded his venerable angling companion of his promise to relate the history of Quill's Window. Old Caleb Brown was the father of Mrs.
The thought of Edward Crown wedged in at the bottom of Quill's Chimney, weighted down with stones and earth, alone served as an obstacle to the enterprise. He shrank from certain gruesome possibilities, such as the dislodgment of stones at the bottom of the crevice and the consequent exposure of a thing that would haunt him forever.
It was possible, he perceived, for one to continue along and down this natural path to the bottom of the hill, coming out among the trees in the low ground. The descent, however, was a great deal more precipitous than the ascent from the other direction. Now that he was immediately below the cave known as Quill's Window, he was surprised to find that the cliff was not absolutely perpendicular.
No matter who cut them, they were still there to prove that Quill's Window was accessible. According to tradition, no one had put foot inside the cave since David Windom, in his youth, had ventured to explore its grisly interior. Courtney promised himself that one day he would enter that unhallowed hole in the wall! Retracing his steps over the trail, he soon found himself in the village.
When he told her that it might be delivered to Cale early the next day, she thanked him and returned to the house. He thought at the time that she looked "kind of white around the gills." Jim Bagley and his new "hired man," pursuing a suggestion made by the latter, went to the top of Quill's Window for a bird's-eye view of the river and the surrounding country.
"Pleasant fellows, upon my conscience, and jovial over their liquor! Confound your smoking! That may do very well in a bivouac. Let us have something warm!" Quill's interruption was a most welcome one to both parties, and we rejoiced with a sincere pleasure at his coming. "What shall it be, Maurice? Port or sherry mulled, and an anchovy?" "Or what say you to a bowl of bishop?" said I.
The first thing she did was to have a strong picket fence constructed around the base of the hill leading up to Quill's Window, shutting off all accessible avenues of approach to the summit. Following close upon the publication of David Windom's confession, large numbers of people were urged by morbid curiosity to visit the strange burial-place of Edward and Alix Crown.
Presently he was picking his way carefully along the base of the cliff, scrambling over and between the rocks that formed a narrow ledge between the river and the sheer face of Quill's Window. He was now some fifty or sixty feet above the cold, grey water. Below him grew a line of stunted, ragged underbrush, springing from the earth-filled fissures among the boulders.
People begin to speak of it as the light in Quill's window, and that's how the name happened. I'm over seventy, and I've never heard that hill called anything but Quill's Window." "What happened to Quill?" "Well, that's something nobody seems to be quite certain about. Whether he hung himself or somebody else done the job for him, nobody knows.
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