this the case with foot-passengers. All the light-footed tourists,
all the pedlars laden with strange wares, were t
endingdownwardlike the river that accompanied their path. Nor was this all; for
when Will was yet a child a
disastrous war arose over a great part
of the world. The newspapers were full of defeats and victories,
the earth rang with
cavalry hoofs, and often for days together and
for miles around the coil of battle terrified good people from
their labours in the field. Of all this, nothing was heard for a
long time in the
valley; but at last one of the commanders pushed
an army over the pass by forced marches, and for three days horse
and foot,
cannon and tumbril, drum and standard, kept pouring
downward past the mill. All day the child stood and watched them
on their passage - the rhythmical
stride, the pale, unshaven faces
tanned about the eyes, the discoloured regimentals and the tattered
flags, filled him with a sense of
weariness, pity, and wonder; and
all night long, after he was in bed, he could hear the
cannonpounding and the feet trampling, and the great
armament sweeping
onward and
downward past the mill. No one in the
valley ever heard
the fate of the
expedition, for they lay out of the way of gossip
in those troublous times; but Will saw one thing
plainly, that not
a man returned. Whither had they all gone? Whither went all the
tourists and pedlars with strange wares? whither all the brisk
barouches with servants in the dicky? whither the water of the
stream, ever coursing
downward and ever renewed from above? Even
the wind blew oftener down the
valley, and carried the dead leaves
along with it in the fall. It seemed like a great
conspiracy of
things
animate and in
animate; they all went
downward, fleetly and
gaily
downward, and only he, it seemed, remained behind, like a
stock upon the
wayside. It sometimes made him glad when he noticed
how the fishes kept their heads up
stream. They, at least, stood
faithfully by him, while all else were posting
downward to the
unknown world.
One evening he asked the
miller where the river went.
'It goes down the
valley,' answered he, 'and turns a power of mills
- six score mills, they say, from here to Unterdeck - and is none
the wearier after all. And then it goes out into the lowlands, and
waters the great corn country, and runs through a sight of fine
cities (so they say) where kings live all alone in great palaces,
with a
sentry walling up and down before the door. And it goes
under bridges with stone men upon them, looking down and smiling so
curious it the water, and living folks leaning their elbows on the
wall and looking over too. And then it goes on and on, and down
through marshes and sands, until at last it falls into the sea,
where the ships are that bring parrots and
tobacco from the Indies.
Ay, it has a long trot before it as it goes singing over our weir,
bless its heart!'
'And what is the sea?' asked Will.
'The sea!' cried the
miller. 'Lord help us all, it is the greatest
thing God made! That is where all the water in the world runs down
into a great salt lake. There it lies, as flat as my hand and as
innocent-like as a child; but they do say when the wind blows it
gets up into water-mountains bigger than any of ours, and swallows
down great ships bigger than our mill, and makes such a roaring
that you can hear it miles away upon the land. There are great
fish in it five times bigger than a bull, and one old
serpent as
lone as our river and as old as all the world, with whiskers like a
man, and a crown of silver on her head.'
Will thought he had never heard anything like this, and he kept on
asking question after question about the world that lay away down
the river, with all its perils and marvels, until the old
millerbecame quite interested himself, and at last took him by the hand
and led him to the
hilltop that overlooks the
valley and the plain.
The sun was near
setting, and hung low down in a cloudless sky.
Everything was defined and glorified in golden light. Will had
never seen so great an
expanse of country in his life; he stood and
gazed with all his eyes. He could see the cities, and the woods
and fields, and the bright curves of the river, and far away to
where the rim of the plain trenched along the shining heavens. An
over-mastering
emotion seized upon the boy, soul and body; his
heart beat so
thickly that he could not
breathe; the scene swam
before his eyes; the sun seemed to wheel round and round, and throw
off, as it turned, strange shapes which disappeared with the
rapidity of thought, and were succeeded by others. Will covered
his face with his hands, and burst into a
violent fit of tears; and
the poor
miller, sadly disappointed and perplexed, saw nothing
better for it than to take him up in his arms and carry him home in
silence.