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I. WHAT WAS SEEN FROM THE WINDOW OVERLOOKING THE DOWN
 In the days of high-waisted and muslin-gowned women, when the vast amount of soldiering going on in the country was a cause of much trembling to the sex, there lived in a village near the Wessex coast two ladies of good report, though unfortunately of limited means.  The elder was a Mrs. Martha Garland, a landscape-painter’s widow, and the other was her only daughter Anne.  
Anne was fair, very fair, in a sense; but in she was of that particular between blonde and brunette which is left without a name.  Her eyes were honest and inquiring, her mouth cleanly cut and yet not classical, the middle point of her upper lip scarcely so far as it should have done by rights, so that at the merest pleasant thought, not to mention a smile, portions of two or three white teeth were uncovered whether she would or not.  Some people said that this was very attractive.  She was and slender, and, though but little above five feet in height, could draw herself up to look tall.  In her manner, in her comings and goings, in her ‘I’ll do this,’ or ‘I’ll do that,’ she combined dignity with sweetness as no other girl could do; and any impressionable stranger youths who passed by were led to for a windfall of speech from her, and to see at the same time that they would not get it.  In short, beneath all that was charming and simple in this young woman there a real firmness, unperceived at first, as the of colour unperceived in the heart of the palest parsley flower.
 
She wore a white handkerchief to cover her white neck, and a cap on her head with a pink ribbon round it, tied in a bow at the front.  She had a great variety of these cap-ribbons, the young men being fond of sending them to her as presents until they fell definitely in love with a special sweetheart elsewhere, when they left off doing so.  Between the border of her cap and her forehead were ranged a row of round brown curls, like swallows’ nests under eaves.
 
She lived with her widowed mother in a portion of an ancient building a manor-house, but now a mill, which, being too large for his own requirements, the had found it convenient to divide and appropriate in part to these highly respectable .  In this Mrs. Garland’s and Anne’s ears were morning, noon, and night by the music of the mill, the wheels and cogs of which, being of wood, produced notes that might have borne in their minds a remote resemblance to the wooden tones of the stopped diapason in an organ. Occasionally, when the miller was bolting, there was added to these continuous sounds the cheerful clicking of the hopper, which did not deprive them of rest except when it was kept going all night; and over and above all this they had the pleasure of knowing that there crept in through every , door, and window of their dwelling, however tightly closed, a subtle mist of superfine flour from the grinding room, quite invisible, but making its presence known in the course of time by giving a and ghostly look to the best furniture.  The miller frequently apologized to his tenants for the intrusion of this dry fog; but the widow was of a friendly and thankful nature, and she said that she did not mind it at all, being as it was, not nasty dirt, but the blessed staff of life.
 
By good-humour of this sort, and in other ways, Mrs. Garland acknowledged her friendship for her neighbour, with whom Anne and herself associated to an extent which she never could have anticipated when, by the lowness of the rent, they first removed after her husband’s death from a larger house at the other end of the village.  Those who have lived in remote places where there is what is called no society will comprehend the gradual levelling of distinctions that went on in this case at some sacrifice of gentility on the part of one household.  The widow was sometimes sorry to find with what readiness Anne caught up some dialect-word or accent from the miller and his friends; but he was so good and true-hearted a man, and she so easy-minded, unambitious a woman, that she would not make life a for fastidious reasons.  More than all, she had good ground for thinking that the miller secretly admired her, and
 
On a fine summer morning, when the leaves were warm under the sun, and the more bees abroad, diving into every blue and red cup that could possibly be considered a flower, Anne was sitting at the back window of her mother’s portion of the house, measuring out lengths of worsted for a fringed rug that she was making, which lay, about three-quarters finished, beside her.  The work, though brilliant, was tedious: a hearth-rug was a thing which nobody worked at from morning to night; it was taken up and put down; it was in the chair, on the floor, across the hand-rail, under the bed, kicked here, kicked there, rolled away in the closet, brought out again, and so on more capriciously perhaps than any other home-made article.  Nobody was expected to finish a rug within a calculable period, and the wools of the beginning became faded and historical before the end was reached.  A sense of this inherent nature of worsted-work rather than idleness led Anne to look rather frequently from the open .
 
Immediately before her was the large, smooth millpond, over-full, and into the hedge and into the road.  The water, with its flowing leaves and spots of froth, was stealing away, like Time, under the dark arch, to tumble over the great slimy wheel within.  On the other side of the mill-pond was an open place called the Cross, because it was three-quarters of one, two lanes and a cattle-drive meeting there.  It was the general and of the surrounding village.  Behind this a steep slope rose high into the sky, in a wide and open down, now littered with sheep newly shorn.  The upland by its height completely sheltered the mill and village from north winds, making summers of springs, reducing winters to autumn temperatures, and permitting myrtle to flourish in the open air.
 
The heaviness of noon the scene, and under its influence the sheep had ceased to feed.  Nobody was at the Cross, the few inhabitants being indoors at their dinner.  No human being was on the down, and no human eye or interest but Anne’s seemed to be concerned with it.  The bees still worked on, and the butterflies did not rest from roving, their smallness seeming to shield them from the effect that this turning moment of day had on larger creatures.  Otherwise all was still.
 
The girl glanced at the down and the sheep for no particular reason; the steep of turf and daisies rising above the roofs, chimneys, apple-trees, and church tower of the hamlet around her, bounded the view from her position, and it was necessary to look somewhere when she raised her head.  While thus engaged in working and stopping her attention was attracted by the sudden rising and running away of the sheep on the down; and there succeeded sounds of a heavy tramping over the hard sod which the sheep had quitted, the tramp being accompanied by a .  Turning her eyes further she two soldiers on bulky grey chargers, armed and accoutred throughout, the down at a point to the left where the incline was comparatively easy.  The chains, , and plates of their trappings shone like little looking-glasses, and the blue, red, and white about them was unsubdued by weather or wear.
 
The two troopers rode proudly on, as if nothing less than crowns and empires ever concerned their magnificent minds.  They reached that part of the down which lay just in front of her, where they came to a halt.  In another minute there appeared behind them a group containing some half-dozen more of the same sort.  These came on, halted, and dismounted likewise.
 
Two of the soldiers then walked some distance together, when one stood still, the other advancing further, and stretching a white line of tape between them.  Two more of the men marched to another outlying point, where they made marks in the ground.  Thus they walked about and took distances, obviously according to some preconcerted scheme.
 
At the end of this one horseman—a commissioned officer, if his uniform could be judged rightly at that distance—rode up the down, went over the ground, looked at what the others had done, and seemed to think that it was good.  And then the girl heard yet louder tramps and clankings, and she beheld rising from where the others had risen a whole column of cavalry in marching order.  At a distance behind these came a cloud of dust more and more troops, their arms and accoutrements reflecting the sun through the in faint flashes, stars, and of light.  The whole body approached slowly towards the plateau at the top of the down.
 
Anne threw down her work, and letting her eyes remain on the nearing masses of cavalry, the worsteds getting as they would, said, ‘Mother, mother; come here!  Here’s such a fine sight!  What does it mean?  What can they be going to do up there?’
 
The mother thus ran upstairs and came forward to the window.  She was a woman of mouth and eye, unheroic manner, and pleasant general appearance; a little more as to surface, but not much worse in contour than the girl herself.
 
Widow Garland’s thoughts were those of the period. ‘Can it be the French,’ she said, arranging herself for the extremest form of .  ‘Can that arch-enemy of mankind have landed at last?’  It should be stated that at this time there were two arch-enemies of mankind—Satan as usual, and Buonaparte, who had sprung up and eclipsed his elder rival altogether.  Mrs. Garland , of course, to the junior gentleman.
 
‘It cannot be he,’ said Anne.  ‘Ah! there’s Simon Burden, the man who watches at the .  He’ll know!’
 
She waved her hand to an form of the same colour as the road, who had just appeared beyond the mill-pond, and who, though active, was bowed to that degree which almost reproaches a feeling observer for standing upright.  The arrival of the soldiery had him out from his drop of drink at the ‘Duke of York’ as it had attracted Anne.  At her call he crossed the mill-bridge, and came towards the window.
 
Anne inquired of him what it all meant; but Simon Burden, without answering, continued to move on with parted gums, staring at the cavalry on his own private account with a concern that people often show about temporal when such matters can affect them but a short time longer.  ‘You’ll walk into the millpond!’ said Anne.  ‘What are they doing?  You were a soldier many years ago, and ought to know.’
 
‘Don’t ask me, Mis’ess Anne,’ said the military , depositing his body against the wall one limb at a time.  ‘I were only in the foot, ye know, and never had a clear understanding of horses.  Ay, I be a old man, and of no now.’  Some additional pressure, however, caused him to search further in his worm-eaten magazine of ideas, and he found that he did know in a dim irresponsible way.  The soldiers must have come there to camp: those men they had seen first were the markers: they had come on before the rest to measure out the ground.  He who had accompanied them was the quartermaster.  ‘And so you see they have got all the lines marked out by the time the have come up,’ he added.  ‘And then they will—well-a-deary! who’d ha’ supposed that Overcombe would see such a day as this!’
 
‘And then they will—’
 
‘Then— Ah, it’s gone from me again!’ said Simon.  ‘O, and then they will raise their tents, you know, and their horses.  That was it; so it was.’
 
By this time the column of horse had into full view, and they formed a lively spectacle as they rode along the high ground in marching order, backed by the pale blue sky, and lit by the southerly sun.  Their uniform was bright and attractive; white buckskin pantaloons, three-quarter boots, shakos set off with lace, mustachios waxed to a needle point; and above all, those richly blue jackets with the historic pelisse—that to women, and to the wearers themselves.
 
‘’Tis the York Hussars!’ said Simon Burden, brightening like a dying ember fanned.  ‘Foreigners to a man, and long since my time.  But as good comrades, they say, as you’ll find in the King’s service.’
 
‘Here are more and different ones,’ said Mrs. Garland.
 
Other troops had, during the last few minutes, been ascending the down at a remoter point, and now drew near.  These were of different weight and build from the others; men, in helmet hats, with white .
 
‘I don’t know which I like best,’ said Anne.  ‘These, I think, after all.’
 
Simon, who had been looking hard at the latter, now said that they were the --th Dragoons.
 
‘All Englishmen they,’ said the old man.  ‘They lay at Budmouth barracks a few years ago.’
 
‘They did.  I remember it,’ said Mrs. Garland.
 
‘And lots of the chaps about here ‘listed at the time,’ said Simon.  ‘I can call to mind that there was—ah, ’tis gone from me again!  However, all that’s of little account now.’
 
The dragoons passed in front of the lookers-on as the others had done, and their gay plumes, which had hung lazily during the , swung to as they reached the top, showing that on the summit a fresh breeze blew.  ‘But look across there,’ said Anne.  There had entered upon the down from another direction several of foot, in white kerseymere breeches and cloth gaiters.  They seemed to be weary from a long march, the original black of their gaiters and boots being whity-brown with dust.  Presently came regimental , and the private canteen carts which followed at the end of a .
 
The space in front of the mill-pond was now occupied by nearly all the inhabitants of the village, who had turned out in alarm, and remained for pleasure, their eyes lighted up with interest in what they saw; for trappings and regimentals, war horses and men, in towns an attraction, were here almost a .
 
The troops filed to their lines, dismounted, and in quick time took off their accoutrements, rolled up their sheep-skins, and unbitted their horses, and made ready to the tents as soon as they could be taken from the waggons and brought forward.  When this was done, at a given signal the canvases flew up from the sod; and thenceforth every man had a place in which to lay his head.
 
Though nobody seemed to be looking on but the few at the window and in the village street, there were, as a matter of fact, many eyes upon that military arrival in its high and position, not to mention the glances of birds and other wild creatures.  Men in distant gardens, women in and at cottage-doors, shepherds on remote hills, turnip-hoers in blue-green enclosures miles away, captains with spy-glasses out at sea, were regarding the picture keenly.  Those three or four thousand men of one machine-like movement, some of them swashbucklers by nature; others, doubtless, of a quiet shop-keeping who had inadvertently got into uniform—all of them had arrived from nobody knew where, and hence were matter of great curiosity.  They seemed to the eye to belong to a different order of beings from those who inhabited the valleys below.  unconscious and careless of what all the world was doing elsewhere, they remained in the business of making themselves a habitation on the spot which they had chosen.
 
Mrs. Garland was of a and sanguine turn of mind, a woman soon set up and soon set down, and the coming of the quite excited her.  She thought there was reason for putting on her best cap, thought that perhaps there was not; that she would hurry on the dinner and go out in the afternoon; then that she would, after all, do nothing unusual, nor show any silly excitements whatever, since they were unbecoming in a mother and a widow.  Thus her intentions till she was toned down to an ordinary person of forty, Mrs. Garland accompanied her daughter downstairs to dine, saying, ‘Presently we will call on Miller Loveday, and hear what he thinks of it all.’

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