large/2093/ghost_stories_005_librivox_64kb_mp3/old_womans_tale_hawthorne_rkw_64kb_74
large/2093/ghost_stories_005_librivox_64kb_mp3/old_womans_tale_hawthorne_rkw_64kb
English
2093
When that mysterious time arrived, the parson snored over his half written sermon, though it were Saturday night and no provision made for the morrow,  the mother's eyelids closed as she bent over her infant, and no childish cry awakened,  the watcher at the bed of mortal sickness slumbered upon the death pillow, and the dying man anticipated his sleep of ages by one as deep and dreamless. WHEN THAT MYSTERIOUS TIME ARRIVED THE PARSON SNORED OVER HIS HALF WRITTEN SERMON THOUGH IT WERE SATURDAY NIGHT AND NO PROVISION MADE FOR THE MORROW THE MOTHER'S EYELIDS CLOSED AS SHE BENT OVER HER INFANT AND NO CHILD CRY AWAKENED THE WATCHER AT THE BED OF MORTAL SICKNESS SLUMBERED UPON THE DEATH BELLOW AND THE DYING MAN ANTICIPATED HIS SLEEP OF AGES BY ONE AS DEEP AND DREAMLESS
arb of truth, like the Devil (an appropriate simile, for the old woman supplies it) disguising himself, cloven-foot and all, in mortal attire. These tales generally referred to her birthplace, a village in the valley of the Connecticut, the aspect of which she impressed with great vividness on my fancy. The houses in that tract of country, long a wild and dangerous frontier, were rendered defensible by a strength of architecture that has preserved many of them till our own times, and I cannot describe the sort of pleasure with which, two summers since, I rode through the little town in question, while one object after another rose familiarly to my eye, like successive portions of a dream becoming realized. Among other things equally probable, she was wont to assert that all the inhabitants of this village (at certain intervals, but whether of twenty-five or fifty years, or a whole century, remained a disputable point) were subject to a simultaneous slumber, continuing one hour’s space. QUE EXTRAVAGANCE IN THIS GARB OF TRUTH LIKE THE DEVIL AN APPROPRIATE SIMILE FOR THE OLD WOMAN SUPPLIES IT DISGUISING HIMSELF CLOVEN FOOT AND ALL IN MORTAL ATTIRE THESE TALES GENERALLY REFERRED TO HER BIRTHPLACE A VILLAGE IN THE VALLEY OF THE CONNECTICUT THE ASPECT OF WHICH SHE IMPRESSED WITH GREAT VIVIDNESS ON MY FANCY THE HOUSES IN THAT TRACTIVE COUNTRY LONG A WILD AND DANGEROUS FRONTIER WERE RENDERED DEFENSIBLE BY A STRENGTH OF ARCHITECTURE THAT HAS PRESERVED MANY OF THEM TILL OUR OWN TIMES AND I CANNOT DESCRIBE THE SORT OF PLEASURE WITH WHICH TWO SUMMERS SINCE I RODE THROUGH THE LITTLE TOWN IN QUESTION WHILE ONE OBJECT AFTER ANOTHER ROSE FAMILIARLY TO MY EYE LIKE SUCCESSIVE PORTIONS OF A DREAM BECOMING REALIZED AMONG OTHER THINGS EQUALLY PROBABLE SHE WAS WONT TO ASSERT THAT ALL THE INHABITANTS OF THIS VILLAGE AT CERTAIN INTERVALS BUT WHETHER OF TWENTY FIVE OR FIFTY YEARS OR A WHOLE CENTURY REMAINED A DISPUTABLE POINT WERE SUBJECT TO A SIMULTANEOUS SLUMBER CONTINUING ONE HOUR'S SPACE
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