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watched and tended this man. But that a vague and shadowy

crowd of such ideas came slowly on him; that they taught him to

be sorry when he looked upon his haggard face, that they

overflowed his eyes when he stooped to kiss him, that they kept

him waking in a tearful gladness, shading him from the sun,

fanning him with leaves, soothing him when he started in his

sleep—ah! what a troubled sleep it was—and wondering when she

would come to join them and be happy, is the truth. He sat beside

him all that day; listening for her footsteps in every breath of air,

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looking for her shadow on the gently-waving grass, twining the

hedge flowers for her pleasure when she came, and his when he

awoke; and stooping down from time to time to listen to his

mutterings, and wonder why he was so restless in that quiet place.

The sun went down, and night came on, and he was still quite

tranquil; busied with these thoughts, as if there were no other

people in the world, and the dull cloud of smoke hanging on the

immense city in the distance, hid no vices, no crimes, no life or

death, or cause of disquiet—nothing but clear air.

But the hour had now come when he must go alone to find out

the blind man (a task that filled him with delight) and bring him to

that place; taking especial care that he was not watched or

followed on his way back. He listened to the directions he must

observe, repeated them again and again, and after twice or thrice

returning to surprise his father with a light-hearted laugh, went

forth, at last, upon his errand: leaving Grip, whom he had carried

from the jail in his arms, to his care.

Fleet of foot, and anxious to return, he sped swiftly on towards

the city, but could not reach it before the fires began, and made

the night angry with their dismal lustre. When he entered the

town—it might be that he was changed by going there without his

late companions, and on no violent errand; or by the beautiful

solitude in which he had passed the day, or by the thoughts that

had come upon him,—but it seemed peopled by a legion of devils.

This flight and pursuit, this cruel burning and destroying, these

dreadful cries and stunning noises, were they the good lord’s noble

cause!

Though almost stupefied by the bewildering scene, still be

found the blind man’s house. It was shut up and tenantless.

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He waited for a long while, but no one came. At last he

withdrew; and as he knew by this time that the soldiers were

firing, and many people must have been killed, he went down into

Holborn, where he heard the great crowd was, to try if he could

find Hugh, and persuade him to avoid the danger, and return with

him.

If he had been stunned and shocked before, his horror was

increased a thousandfold when he got into this vortex of the riot,

and not being an actor in the terrible spectacle, had it all before

his eyes. But there, in the midst, towering above them all, close

before the house they were attacking now, was Hugh on

horseback, calling to the rest!

Sickened by the sights surrounding him on every side, and by

the heat and roar, and crash, he forced his way among the crowd

(where many recognised him, and with shouts pressed back to let

him pass), and in time was nearly up with Hugh, who was savagely

threatening some one, but whom or what he said, he could not, in

the great confusion, understand. At that moment the crowd forced

their way into the house, and Hugh—it was impossible to see by

what means, in such a concourse—fell headlong down.

Barnaby was beside him when he staggered to his feet. It was

well he made him hear his voice, or Hugh, with his uplifted axe,

would have cleft his skull in twain.

『Barnaby—you! Whose hand was that, that struck me down?』

『Not mine.』

『Whose!—I say, whose!』 he cried, reeling back, and looking

wildly round. 『What are you doing? Where is he? Show me!』

『You are hurt,』 said Barnaby—as indeed he was, in the head,

both by the blow he had received, and by his horse’s hoof. 『Come

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away with me.』

As he spoke, he took the horse’s bridle in his hand, turned him,

and dragged Hugh several paces. This brought them out of the

crowd, which was pouring from the street into the vintner’s

cellars.

『Where’s—where’s Dennis?』 said Hugh, coming to a stop, and

checking Barnaby with his strong arm. 『Where has he been all

day? What did he mean by leaving me as he did, in the jail, last

night? Tell me, you—d』ye hear!』

With a flourish of his dangerous weapon, he fell down upon the

ground like a log. After a minute, though already frantic with

drinking and with the wound in his head, he crawled to a stream

of burning spirit which was pouring down the kennel, and began

to drink at it as if it were a brook of water.

Barnaby drew him away, and forced him to rise. Though he

could neither stand nor walk, he involuntarily staggered to his

horse, climbed upon his back, and clung there. After vainly

attempting to divest the animal of his clanking trappings, Barnaby

sprung up behind him, snatched the bridle, turned into Leather

Lane, which was close at hand, and urged the frightened horse

into a heavy trot.

He looked back, once, before he left the street; and looked upon

a sight not easily to be erased, even from his remembrance, so

long as he had life.

The vintner’s house with a half-a-dozen others near at hand,

was one great, glowing blaze. All night, no one had essayed to

quench the flames, or stop their progress; but now a body of

soldiers were actively engaged in pulling down two old wooden

houses, which were every moment in danger of taking fire, and

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which could scarcely fail, if they were left to burn, to extend the

conflagration immensely. The tumbling down of nodding walls

and heavy blocks of wood, the hooting and the execrations of the

crowd, the distant firing of other military detachments, the

distracted looks and cries of those whose habitations were in

danger, the hurrying to and fro of frightened people with their

goods; the reflections in every quarter of the sky, of deep, red,

soaring flames, as though the last day had come and the whole

universe were burning; the dust, and smoke, and drift of fiery

particles, scorching and kindling all it fell upon; the hot

unwholesome vapour, the blight on everything; the stars, and

moon, and very sky, obliterated;—made up such a sum of

dreariness and ruin, that it seemed as if the face of Heaven were

blotted out, and night, in its rest and quiet, and softened light,

never could look upon the earth again.

But there was a worse spectacle than this—worse by far than

fire and smoke, or even the rabble’s unappeasable and maniac

rage. The gutters of the street, and every crack and fissure in the

stones, ran with scorching spirit, which being dammed up by busy

hands, overflowed the road and pavement, and formed a great

pool, into which the people dropped down dead by dozens. They

lay in heaps all round this fearful pond, husbands and wives,

fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, women with children in

their arms and babies at their breasts, and drank until they died.

While some stooped with their lips to the brink and never raised

their heads again, others sprang up from their fiery draught, and

danced, half in a mad triumph, and half in the agony of

suffocation, until they fell, and steeped their corpses in the liquor

that had killed them. Nor was even this the worst or most

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appalling kind of death that happened on this fatal night. From

the burning cellars, where they drank out of hats, pails, buckets,

tubs, and shoes, some men were drawn, alive, but all alight from

head to foot; who, in their unendurable anguish and suffering,

making for anything that had the look of water, rolled, hissing, in

this hideous lake, and splashed up liquid fire which lapped in all it

met with as it ran along the surface, and neither spared the living

nor the dead. On this last night of the great riots—for the last night

it was—the wretched victims of a senseless outcry, became

themselves the dust and ashes of the flames they had kindled, and

strewed the public streets of London.

With all he saw in this last glance fixed indelibly upon his mind,

Barnaby hurried from the city which enclosed such horrors; and

holding down his head that he might not even see the glare of the

fires upon the quiet landscape, was soon in the still country roads.

He stopped at about half-a-mile from the shed where his father

lay, and with some difficulty making Hugh sensible that he must

dismount, sunk the horse’s furniture in a pool of stagnant water,

and turned the animal loose. That done, he supported his

companion as well as he could, and led him slowly forward.

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