Deep Moat Grange

I was only a young fellow when these things began to happen among us, but I remember very well the morning when it first came out about the Bewick carrier. He was postman, too,...

There was no more thought of school that day--neither on the part of Mr. Mustard nor of any of his scholars. All the world (but not his wife--by no means his wife) must needs go...

Elsie and I cheered him. We would do what we could, which truly was not much. But I promised for my father, whose arm was long in Breckonside, reaching even to East Dene. But th...

But that same night we got the full story, so far as she knew it, from Nance Edgar. It did not help us any in finding out what had become of poor Harry the carrier and his mail...

The next morning, bright and early, Elsie and I were up and out. Indeed, I was throwing up stones at her window when she was already dressed and out in the little back garden fe...

Now I do not deny that I was frightened out of my life by the sudden appearing of the Golden Farmer. But it was different with Elsie. Perhaps it ran in the blood. For, though mo...

As nobody had seen Deep Moat Grange since it had been taken over by Mr. Hobby Stennis and the crew he had gathered about him, it may be as well to describe it as I saw it--now t...

We had scarcely started our tea, and hunger was still keen upon Elsie, when there came a noise of calling, quite different from the howling of mad folk, or the mocking laughter...

It was a night or two after our first and (for the time being) last visit to Deep Moat Grange. Elsie and I had arrived back at Nance's, our hands and even our arms laden with fl...

It is wonderful how soon a thing is forgotten, or at least put on a shelf in people's memories. Poor Harry Foster, for example! There was a man now--a man murdered in the discha...

The Hayfork Minister, who had laboured with equal determination to save the crop of a true-blue Presbyterian and to make me a good Churchman, evidently knew his way about the pr...

Now I don't know whether you have ever been up a drain pipe which just takes you, and no more. I suppose you have--in nightmares, after supping on cold boiled pork and greens, o...

At the time I had no idea how difficult this would be. But at any rate I wanted to find out for certain what it was that I had found. He could give me no other answer than that...

We had a merry afternoon and laughed--eh, how we laughed! I heard all about the girls, how they had just been at school, and how Constantia had just come home, full up of all th...

Mr. Ablethorpe appeared to have had a much better time of it with Miss Constantia than I had had with her sister--perhaps, because she was younger by some minutes, and was quite...

I met Dan McConchie on his way home from school, at the dinner hour. He was kicking his bag before him in the way that was popular at our school, where all self-respecting boys...

Then happened that event which in an hour, as it were, made a man out of a rather foolish boy. The postman comes twice to our doors during the day with letters--once for those f...

In the village of Breckonside on that December morning was to be seen a sight the like of which I never looked upon. Doors were open all up and down the street. Every window was...

I had not fallen far. As is the wont of boys and cats, I was on my feet again in a moment. Something like a tall Lochaber axe--with the hook but without the axe part--had fallen...

Now, I liked Mr. Ablethorpe, but after he had wrestled like that with his conscience, just to tell me that he knew nothing about the matter--well, I could have gone back and fel...

One of the first mornings after the coming of the Caw girls--just as we were all sitting late over our breakfast, having waited for Constantia (Harriet was always on wing with t...

I left home on Friday morning at about the usual time--perhaps five minutes sooner. It was a fine morning--wintry, bright, just enough snow underfoot to crisp the road, and enou...

The chamber into which Jeremy led me was small, but it had evidently been used for a sleeping-room before. A couch was placed in the corner. There were chairs and even a table....

I have given this part of Elsie's diary in full, as she wrote it out, both because she was so far from the truth as to what was happening above ground, and because her style of...

Dear Joe--Yours of the 10th received and contents noted. You ask me to tell you in writing what happened when, like a fool, I allowed myself to be caught and imprisoned by the o...

After that we had much intercourse. There was, indeed, little else to do, though now I know that the periods when I could get no answer were those in which the three sisters sti...

I have put my father's writing, just as it came from his hand, into this place. It will give a better idea of the uncertain condition of those two, sequestrated underground, tha...

This was on the evening of Saturday, the tenth of February, a day never to be forgotten by me and by many more. I will try to place here in order the events which happened both...

Now, upon this very night of Saturday, the tenth of February, the same upon which Mr. Ablethorpe had come to see me, Elsie had lighted her candle early. Jeremy had been generous...

The white and gold walls of the drawing-room of Deep Moat Grange, though tarnished by time, and with spots of mould beginning to outline themselves again for want of Aphra Orrin...

Now, while Elsie was dancing the hours away in desperate danger of her life and to the peril of her reason, Mr. Ablethorpe and I had not been idle. That is, so far as was within...

There's a bit more to tell about this part, though you might not expect it. It always makes me shiver to think of. But I could not help it. Nobody could--and anyway, the thing h...

The ruins of Deep Moat Grange were black and cold--almost level with the ground, also. For the folk had pulled the house almost stone from stone, partly in anger, partly in thei...

"I had a younger brother, dear to me far above my life" (this was Aphra Orrin's beginning). "He was the youngest of all--left to me in guard by a father who feared in him the wi...

"_The Witnessing and last statement of Me, Howard Stennis, sometime weaver to my trade, afterwards laird of the lands of 'Deep Moat Grange,' near Breckonside--to which is added...

"It was in the days after the disappearance of Henry Foster, the mail-post carrier between Bewick and Breckonside, that I became aware of the increasing madness of those whom I...

You may be sure that I kept up with the crowd. It was a disagreeable crowd--Bewick Muir pitmen, and the navvies from the East Dene and Thorsby waterworks--they were making a new...

Jove, wasn't it just ripping to think that at last a chap could go where he liked, and do what he liked--all that horrid lot at the Grange being either dead or with the locksmit...

Something living it was, and pretty active, too--no mistake about that. A dog? Possibly! But the next moment it stood erect on two feet like a man, and, turning slowly, peered a...

When I came to myself the moon had risen--risen good and high, too--for it showed well above the orchard wall where it was broken, and over the palisades with which Hobby Stenni...