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floor, now he shook my door, and then kicked
against it with a heavy foot, and whilst all this
was passing, the rain beat against the windows,
and the blast made them rattle.
“Are there any travellers here?” shouted a
voice; “the house is on fire!”
I now dressed myself and hastened out of
the room and down the stairs. There was no
smoke to be seen, but when I reached the yard,
I saw that the whole building – a long and
extensive one of wood – was enveloped in flames
and clouds of smoke. The fire had originated
in the baking oven, which no one had looked
to; a traveller, who accidently came past, saw
it, called out and hammered at the door: and
the women screamed, and the cattle bellowed,
when the fire stuck its red tongue into them.
Now came the fire-engine and the flames
were extinguished. By this time it was morning.
I stood in the road, scarcely a hundred
steps from the far-famed dale. “One may as
well spring into it as walk into it!” and I
sprang into it; and the rain poured down, and
the water flowed – the whole dale was a well.
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