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Updated: May 9, 2025
The corn-shocks were standing in the stubbled fields, and the night air was full of gossamer, which twined itself about the faces of all wayfarers. Rural work had gone on merrily all day, and when the sun set silence fell, and darkness like a warm shroud. Lights flickered a while in the village and the farmhouse, and then went out one by one.
The strictly military part of the operation being over, the social commenced. As the two "survivors" moved on they were followed by numerous remarks, such as "Hello! Johnny, I say! going home?" "Ain't you glad!" They made no reply, these wayfarers, but they thought some very emphatic remarks. From this point "On to Richmond!" was the grand thought. Steady work it was.
The ploughmen put the reins round their waist each time they came to the end of their line, threw the plough over and brought it into position for a new furrow, and while they let their horses take breath, gazed afar at the two strange spring wayfarers.
Wayfarers would meet him at night when the wind was hurling down from the Cheviots and bringing clouds of snow. He had but one salutation for all who met him: "Good night, my man; God bless you till the mornin'."
A bleak desolate tract of country, open to piercing blasts and fierce wintry storms a dark, cold, gloomy heath, lonely by day, and scarcely to be thought of by honest folks at night a place which solitary wayfarers shun, and where desperate robbers congregate; this, or something like this, should be the prevalent notion of Snow Hill, in those remote and rustic parts, through which the Saracen's Head, like some grim apparition, rushes each day and night with mysterious and ghost-like punctuality; holding its swift and headlong course in all weathers, and seeming to bid defiance to the very elements themselves.
But the red earth ones are feared with a great fear, and no one makes a path by them, or a camp near them at night. Sasabonsum is a friend of witches. He is of enormous size, and of a red colour. He wears his hair straight and he waylays unprotected wayfarers in the forest at night, and in all districts except that of Apollonia he eats them. Round Apollonia he only sucks their blood.
This chain of forts was called Chetam or in the Hebrew tongue Etham, and wayfarers leaving Succoth would reach the nearest and strongest of these forts in a few hours.
A stiff pass leads over the brow of the range, and on the summit is perched another little stone tower; but no valiant champion of defenceless wayfarers issues forth to proffer his protection here perhaps our acquaintance of yesterday comes down here when he wants a change of air.
True, it was not of the color or temperature they had been used to associating with the fluid, but still the sight of it was welcome enough to the travel-stained wayfarers. "You can come out now, boys, and leave the hole to fill up, which it will soon do," declared Mr. Bell.
"What an odd road!" I remarked. "It just goes by zigzags." "The only way to get up at all, without travelling round the hill. That is, for horses." It was steep enough for foot wayfarers, but the road was exceeding comfortable that day. We were under the shade of trees all the way; and talk never lagged. Mr.
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