The first
physicalimpression on the girl was the
purity of the air
inhaled
eagerly by her lungs.
"Breathe it
freely, Nell," said James Starr; "it is fragrant
with all the scents of the open country."
"What is all that smoke passing over our heads?" inquired Nell.
"Those are clouds," answered Harry, "blown along by the westerly wind."
"Ah!" said Nell, "how I should like to feel myself carried
along in that silent whirl! And what are those shining sparks
which glance here and there between rents in the clouds?"
"Those are the stars I have told you about, Nell. So many suns they are,
so many centers of worlds like our own, most likely."
The constellations became more clearly
visible as the wind
cleared the clouds from the deep blue of the firmament.
Nell gazed upon the
myriad stars which sparkled overhead.
"But how is it," she said at length, "that if these are suns,
my eyes can
endure their
brightness?"
"My child," replied James Starr, "they are indeed suns, but suns
at an
enormous distance. The nearest of these millions of stars,
whose rays can reach us, is Vega, that star in Lyra which you
observe near the
zenith, and that is
fifty thousand millions of leagues distant.
Its
brightness,
therefore, cannot
affect your vision.
But our own sun, which will rise to-morrow, is only distant
thirty-eight millions of leagues, and no human eye can gaze fixedly
upon that, for it is brighter than the blaze of any furnace.
But come, Nell, come!"
They pursued their way, James Starr leading the
maiden, Harry walking
by her side, while Jack Ryan roamed about like a young dog,
impatient of the slow pace of his masters. The road was lonely.
Nell kept looking at the great trees, whose branches, waving in
the wind, made them seem to her like giants gesticulating wildly.
The sound of the
breeze in the tree-tops, the deep silence during
a lull, the distant line of the
horizon, which could be discerned
when the road passed over open levels--all these things filled
her with new sensations, and left
lastingimpressions on her mind.
After some time she ceased to ask questions, and her
companions
respected her silence, not wishing to influence by any words
of
theirs the girl's highly
sensitiveimagination, but preferring
to allow ideas to arise spontaneously in her soul.
At about half past eleven o'clock, they gained the banks of the
river Forth. There a boat, chartered by James Starr, awaited them.
In a few hours it would
convey them all to Granton. Nell looked
at the clear water which flowed up to her feet, as the waves
broke
gently on the beach, reflecting the starlight.
"Is this a lake?" said she.
"No," replied Harry, "it is a great river flowing towards
the sea, and soon
opening so widely as to
resemble a gulf.
Taste a little of the water in the hollow of your hand, Nell,
and you will
perceive that it is not sweet like the waters
of Lake Malcolm."
The
maiden bent towards the
stream, and, raising a little water
to her lips, "This is quite salt," said she.
"Yes, the tide is full; the sea water flows up the river as far
as this," answered Harry.
"Oh, Harry! Harry!" exclaimed the
maiden, "what can that red
glow on the
horizon be? Is it a forest on fire?"
"No, it is the rising moon, Nell."
"To be sure, that's the moon," cried Jack Ryan, "a fine
big silver plate, which the spirits of air hand round and round
the sky to collect the stars in, like money."
"Why, Jack," said the engineer, laughing, "I had no idea you
could strike out such bold
comparisons!"
"Well, but, Mr. Starr, it is a just
comparison. Don't you see
the stars disappear as the moon passes on? so I suppose they
drop into it."
"What you mean to say, Jack, is that the superior brilliancy
of the moon eclipses that of stars of the sixth magnitude,
therefore they
vanish as she approaches."
"How beautiful all this is!"
repeated Nell again and again,
with her whole soul in her eyes. "But I thought the moon was round?"
"So she is, when 'full,'" said James Starr; "that means when she is just