| page 18 _______________Young Goodman Brown by Nathaniel Hawthorne |
| In the interval
of silence he stole forward until the light
glared full upon his eyes. At one extremity
of an open space, hemmed in by the dark wall
of the forest, arose a rock, bearing some
rude, natural resemblance either to an altar
or a pulpit, and surrounded by four blazing
pines, their tops aflame, their stems untouched,
like candles at an evening meeting. The mass
of foliage that had overgrown the summit
of the rock was all on fire, blazing high
into the night and fitfully illuminating
the whole field. Each pendent twig and leafy
festoon was in a blaze. As the red light
arose and fell' a numerous congregation alternately
shone forth, then disappeared in shadow,
and again grew, as it were, out of the darkness,
peopling the heart of the solitary woods
at once.
"A grave and dark-clad company," quoth
Goodman Brown. |
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