The form was so much like an organic part of the entire motionless structure that to see it move would have impressed the mind as a strange phenomenon。 Immobility being the chief characteristic of that whole which the person formed portion of； the discontinuance of immobility in any quarter suggested confusion。
Yet that is what happened。 The figure perceptibly gave up its fixity； shifted a step or two； and turned round。 As if alarmed； it descended on the right side of the barrow； with the glide of a water…drop down a bud； and then vanished。 The movement had been sufficient to show more clearly the characteristics of the figure； and that it was a woman’s。
The reason of her sudden displacement now appeared。 With her dropping out of sight on the right side； a newer； bearing a burden； protruded into the sky on the left side； ascended the tumulus； and deposited the burden on the top。 A second followed； then a third； a fourth； a fifth； and ultimately the whole barrow was peopled with burdened figures。
The only intelligible meaning in this sky…backed pantomime of silhouettes was that the woman had no relation to the forms who had taken her place； was sedulously avoiding these； and had e thither for another object than theirs。 The imagination of the observer clung by preference to that vanished； solitary figure； as to something more interesting； more important； more likely to have a history worth knowing than these newers； and unconsciously regarded them as intruders。 But they remained； and established themselves； and the lonely person who hitherto had been queen of the solitude did not at present seem likely to return。
3 … The Custom of the Country
Had a looker…on been posted in the immediate vicinity of the barrow； he would have learned that these persons were boys and men of the neighbouring hamlets。 Each； as he ascended the barrow； had been heavily laden with furze faggots； carried upon the shoulder by means of a long stake sharpened at each end for impaling them easily—two in front and two behind。 They came from a part of the heath a quarter of a mile to the rear； where furze almost exclusively prevailed as a product。
Every individual was so involved in furze by his method of carrying the faggots that he appeared like a bush on legs till he had thrown them down。 The party had marched in trail； like a travelling flock of sheep； that is to say； the strongest first； the weak and young behind。
The loads were all laid together； and a pyramid of furze thirty feet in circumference now occupied the crown of the tumulus； which was known as Rainbarrow for many miles round。 Some made themselves busy with matches； and in selecting the driest tufts of furze； others in loosening the bramble bonds which held the faggots together。 Others； again； while this was in progress； lifted their eyes and swept the vast expanse of country manded by their position； now lying nearly obliterated by shade。 In the valleys of the heath nothing save its own wild face was visible at any time of day； but this spot manded a horizon enclosing a tract of far extent； and in many cases lying beyond the heath country。 None of its features could be seen now； but the whole made itself felt as a vague stretch of remoteness。
While the men and lads were building the pile； a change took place in the mass of shade which denoted the distant landscape。 Red suns and tufts of fire one by one began to arise； flecking the whole country round。 They were the bonfires of other parishes and hamlets that were engaged in the same sort of memoration。 Some were distant； and stood in a dense atmosphere； so that bundles of pale straw…like beams radiated around them in the shape of a fan。 Some were large and near； glowing scarlet…red from the shade； like wounds in a black hide。 Some were Maenades； with winy faces and blown hair。 These tinctured the silent bosom of the clouds above them and lit up their ephemeral caves； which seemed thenceforth to bee scalding caldrons。 Perhaps as many as thirty bonfires could be counted within the whole bounds of the district； and as the hour may be told on a clock…face when the figures themselves are invisible； so did the men recognize the locality of each fire by its angle and direction； though nothing of the scenery could be viewed。
The first tall flame from Rainbarrow sprang into the sky； attracting all eyes that had been fixed on the distant conflagrations back to their own attempt in the same kind。 The cheerful blaze streaked the inner surface of the human circle—now increased by other stragglers； male and female—with its own gold livery； and even overlaid the dark turf around with a lively luminousness； which softened off into obscurity where the barrow rounded downwards out of sight。 It showed the barrow to be the segment of a globe； as perfect as on the day when it was thrown up； even the little ditch remaining from which the earth was dug。 Not a plough had ever disturbed a grain of that stubborn soil。 In the heath’s barrenness to the farmer lay its fertility to the historian。 There had been no obliteration； because there had been no tending。
It seemed as if the bonfire…makers were standing in some radiant upper story of the world； detached from and independent of the dark stretches below。 The heath down there was now a vast abyss； and no longer a continuation of what they stood on； for their eyes； adapted to the blaze； could see nothing of the deeps beyond its influence。 Occasionally； it is true； a more vigorous flare than usual from their faggots sent darting lights like aides…de…camp down the inclines to some distant bush； pool； or patch of white sand； kindling these to replies of the same colour； till all was lost in darkness again。 Then the whole black phenomenon beneath represented Limbo as viewed from the brink by the sublime Florentine in his vision； and the muttered articulations of the wind in the hollows were as plaints and petitions from the “souls of mighty worth” suspended therein。
It was as if these men and boys had suddenly dived into past ages； and fetched therefrom an hour and deed which had before been familiar with this spot。 The ashes of the original British pyre which blazed from that summit lay fresh and undisturbed in the barrow beneath their tread。 The flames from funeral piles long ago kindled there had shone down upon the lowlands as these were shining now。 Festival fires to Thor and Woden had followed on the same ground and duly had their day。 Indeed； it is pretty well known that such blazes as this the heathmen were now enjoying are rather the lineal descendants from jumbled Druidical rites and Saxon ceremonies than the invention of popular feeling about Gunpowder Plot。
Moreover to light a fire is the instinctive and resistant act of man when； at the winter ingress； the curfew is sounded throughout Nature。 It indicates a spontaneous； Promethean rebelliousness against that fiat that this recurrent season shall bring foul times； cold darkness； misery and death。 Black chaos es； and the fettered gods of the earth say； Let there be light。
The brilliant lights and sooty shades which struggled upon the skin and clothes of the persons standing round caused their lineaments and general contours to be drawn with Dureresque vigour and dash。 Yet the permanent moral expression of each face it was impossible to discover； for as the nimble flames towered； nodded； and swooped through the surrounding air； the blots of shade and flakes of light upon the countenances of the group changed shape and position endlessly。 All was unstable； quivering as leaves； evanescent as lightning。 Shadowy eye…sockets； deep as those of a death’s head； suddenly turned into pits of lustre： a lantern…jaw was cavernous； then it was shining； wrinkles were emphasized to ravines； or obliterated entirely by a changed ray。 Nostrils were dark wells； sinews in old necks were gilt mouldings； things with no particular polish on them were glazed； bright objects； such as the tip of a furze…hook one of the men carried； were as glass； eyeballs glowed like little lanterns。 Those whom Nature had depicted as merely quaint became grotesque； the grotesque became preternatural； for all was in extremity。
Hence it may be that the face of an old man； who had like others been called to the heights by the rising flames； was not really the mere nose and chin that it appeared to be； but an appreciable quantity of human countenance。 He stood placently sunning himself in the heat。 With a speaker； or stake； he tossed the outlying scraps of fuel into the conflagration； looking at the midst of the pile； occasionally lifting his eyes to measure the height of the flame； or to follow the great sparks which rose with it and sailed away into darkness。 The beaming sight； and the penetrating warmth； seemed to breed in him a cumulative cheerfulness； which soon amounted to delight。 With his stick in his hand he began to jig a private minuet； a bunch of copper seals shining and swinging like a pendulum from under his waistcoat： he also began to sing； in the voice of a bee up a flue—
“The king’ call’d down’ his no…bles all’；
By one’； by two’； by three’；
Earl Mar’…shal； I’ll’ go shrive’…the queen’；
And thou’ shalt wend’ with me’。
“A boon’； a boon’； quoth Earl’ Mar…shal’；
And fell’ on his bend’…ded knee’；
That what’…so…e’er’ the queen’ shall say’；
No harm’ there…of’ may be’。”
Want of breath prevented a continuance of the song； and the breakdown attracted the attention of a firm…standing man of middle age； who kept each corner of his crescent…shaped mouth rigorously drawn back into his cheek； as if to do away with any suspicion of mirthfulness which might erroneously have attached to him。
“A fair stave； Grandfer Cantle； but I am afeard ‘tis too much for the mouldy weasand of such a old man as you；” he said to the wrinkled reveller。 “Dostn’t wish th’ wast three sixes again； Grandfer； as you was when you first learnt to sing it？”
“Hey？” said Grandfer Cantle； stopping in his dance。
“Dostn’t wish wast young again； I say？ There’s a hole in thy poor bellows nowadays seemingly。”
“But there’s good art in me？ If I couldn’t make a little wind go a long ways I should seem no younger